Kerry McCarthy: still wallowing in whining ignorance...

We have met the tedious whinging of Kerry McCarthy, MP, before: she was, if you recall, whining that because of house prices, she wasn't able to buy as big a house in London with our money as some older MPs.

Your humble Devil was unsympathetic, to say the least.

I thought I'd pop back in and see how the silly cow was getting on. As per usual, she was attempting to justify voting against reform of MPs' expenses and, yet again, moaning about how she can't afford to buy a bigger London flat (with our money, natch).

P.S. Of course this has been portrayed in the press as MPs' voting for the 'John Lewis list'. I'm not going to be claiming anything from that. But again, it shows up the unsatisfactory nature of the current system - someone like me, once they've got a sofa and a bed and some storage, simply wouldn't have room, even if they did want to buy more. Yet another MP could have a family-sized house in both the constituency and London, and kit one of them out in full at the taxpayer's expense. Also, someone like David Cameron can choose to have a top-of-the-market second home, and blow his entire allowance on paying interest on the mortgage - and then be given credit for not claiming for his TV licence or electric bills. It doesn't mean he's claiming any less than the rest of us; he isn't. It just means he's got lots of his own money to add to the pot too.

Oh, sweeeetie: is your ickle flat a widdle bit small? My heart fucking bleeds, you thieving bastard: shut the fuck up. As I have said before, as a very minimum, we should only pay rental expenses, not mortgages.

Or we could build a set of university-style halls for MPs, featuring 646 sparsely furnished rooms and a set of shared bathrooms. And, of course, there should be CCTV cameras in every single room and corridor (not least so darling wee Kerry won't have to worry about those nasty hoodies): we'll afford them some privacy in the bathroom and toilet, not least because the idea of some poor fucker having to watch, for instance, John Prescott straining to force yesterday's vastly subsidised food out of his arse (or vomit it up) just makes me cringe with the injustice of it all.

But here's another cracker from the idiot MP for Bristol East, concerning the recent judgement that Pringles are not, in fact, crisps.

The Jaffa cake—is it a cake, is it a biscuit—saga is well-known, with its makers desperate to prove it was in fact a biscuit, so that it wouldn't be subject to VAT. (Cakes are, biscuits aren't; don't ask me why).

Well, Kerry, you are a member of Parliament and so maybe—just maybe—you ought to go and look it up? Or if you are too lazy and stupid to do it yourself, at the very least you could ask one of the members of staff that you spent £90,611 of our money on last year to do it for you, could you not?

VAT is, of course, an EU imposed tax, Kerry, so maybe you should ask the EU Commission? Unless, of course, the whole biscuit/cake malarkey is, in fact, gold-plating by one of our supine governments?

I have no idea which it is, Kerry, but maybe you could find out and let us know. If only so that, just for once, you can proclaim something other than your own ignorance.