Mood: irritated
Now Playing: Clouds- Hole
Topic: Election Special.
Evening,
Well despite my tactical vote, evil triumphed in Glasgow Central. I sincerely hope all 13,518 of you contract MRSA in a filthy hospital under the care of your beloved Labour Party and then I will dance round you singing 'Ha Ha that's what you voted for. Scum the lot of you!' What does it take to make these fucking sub-literate morons stop voting Labour? I loathe, hate and detest that west of Scotland 'well ah vote Labour cos ma faither did' mentality. I wouldn't mind if they didn't realise Labour were shite, but they do. Everyone in Glasgow knows the Labour controlled council are corrupt, incompetent, lying, self-serving demons and that the Labour government aren't much better. Yet, still they persist, plodding down to the polling station, voting for a Labour party that has done nothing but sell them down the river and treat them with contempt. I keep myself sane by imagining that one day people will raise their expectations.
However I was greatly cheered by George Galloway's triumph over the odious Oona King. Did you see the look on her face? She was fizzing mad! O how I laughed. I can't wait to see the look on Blair's face at prime minister's questions when George rises up like the demon king in a nightmare pantomime and asks a question. Blair looks like he's close to the edge as it is, this could push him over. However rather than leave anything to chance let's get the fucker impeached.
Cheerio.