| Topic: | Ed Miliband a warm appreciation... | |
| Posted by: | Stuart Kerr | |
| Date/Time: | 11/04/15 09:14:00 |
Wired-up forumers should understand that (unless you know somebody personally) it's as irrational to want to buy them a pint as it is to write and publish deeply insulting and nasty things about them. That said and never having never met the man, I'm delighted (over the moon actually) to announce that I've developed an extremely violent, manic loathing towards that odious little creep - the Leader of Her Majesty's Opposition and wannabe Prime Minister, Ed Miliband. How on earth can I hate someone I don't know? I'll tell you how. With me it's not simply unsophisticated and illogical. It's personal !!!! Given half a chance I'd wring the ugly twat's neck! Normally I've a soft spot for old style socialists hell bent on improving the lot of the weak and the needy. I even voted twice (but not thrice) for old Ken Livingstone, on a hunch he was a genuine sort of bloke who believed in what he stood for and was looking to accomplish worthy things for the disadvantaged. Similar to the sort of stuff Ed Miliband now prattles on and on about. Except in Miliband's case, I don't believe a word of it. Brotherly back-stabber Miliband's only in it for the glory. His worst crime/offence (there are too many to list) is that he's anti-success. Miliband sneers, snarls and chews his ugly mouth around the word 'millionaire' at every opportunity creating dangerous class and social division in his wake and demonising our entrepreneurs and our businessmen. The only people who can make this great country of ours prosperous again these are his arch enemies. Pompous-arsed, smirking sh*itebag of an ambitious little runt of a pipsqueaking moron that he is!!! Miliband's not a person. He's a construction. Made in North London. Manufactured on the same rusty production line that's been rolling-out the same tired old product since the iron curtain crumbled into dust in 1989. A meccano politician with buckets of cobbled together values, a cobbled-up smirk, a prattish cobbled-up voice and an implanted cobbled-up cocktail of crappy soundbites and opinions that stream out of his cobbled-together twisted lips like flood water frothing over Niagara Falls. To put it nicely, he's a nasty little fraud! Little Ed's been programmed to look sincere. But someone turned the bolts too tight. Then someone else forgot to connect the screw that holds the mainspring to his mouth - so whenever he gives a speech his stupid head pans slowly back and forth from left to right and then from right to left, pausing in the middle like one of those idiotic toy doggies that motorists put on their rear window sill. This cunning plan is supposed to make him look like an all-inclusive, a leader who embraces the entire nation left, centre and right - which might just about have worked if they hadn't forgotten to replace his dead eyes - which display all the disconnected emptiness of a cod on the fishmonger's slab. Ed Balls is 97. |