Quite frankly I'm getting sick and tired of listening to you middle class wankers talking about stringing politicians up from lamp posts when it's patently obvious you are a bunch of fucking fairies who couldn't punch their way out of a wet paper bag.
And he has a certain point. I'm fucking livid most of the day and most of my anger comes from frustration. The frustration that arises from watching a government which has been quite staggering in its ineptitude, flailing around desperately, trying to achieve something (anything!) that will help it stay in power.
They couldn't organise a pissup in a brewery. Meanwhile, they're encroaching into every aspect of our lives with loads of new, unaccountable, untrained pseudo-policemen and hectoring, nannying bureaucrats.
We're faced with the prospect of a regime change soon enough (or perhaps not soon enough, given the scorched earth policies Labour are rolling out by the day) but even when it comes, what will change? Call Me Dave is a resolutely policy-free zone with every apparent sign of being another Tony Blair.
And where are the riots? We're being fucked in the arse every day by arrogant cunts, and who is standing up to them? Those same cunts who ran the poll tax riots are probably now comfortably ensconced in local government, pissing your council tax up against the wall of stupidity. We can't even arrange a petrol blockade.
When will sufficient people actually care enough to stop talking and start doing?