Friday 11 December 2009

Sack Your Spokesweazel, Gordon, He's Useless!

Funny, I can't see any sign of office furniture in there?

You just can't get good staff these days, which is probably why the Attorney General had to hire an illegal, and the cabinet is full of third rate wankers.

Certainly The Prime Mentalist is in dire need of a new spokesweazel, theone currently being over-paid at our expense is not fit for purpose.

Otherwise he'd have come up with a better fib than this!

A spokesman for Mr Brown said the structure was more 'a building in his garden' which he used as a home office rather than a traditional summerhouse.

8 comments:

Oldrightie said...

This summerhouse is where he hold trysts with youngsters.

Gareth said...

That looks like a CCTV unit peering out over the fence. I wonder if it is looking over public land or someone else's property.

Anonymous said...

And the fat Cyclops cunt is throwing our money at 'global warming' today.

Brown is a piece of filth. I curse him. I curse his family. Oh, why bother - he's already done that for me.

The cunt should be executed. Not like a man, with a firing squad, but as a coward and a traitor, flailing around at the end of a length of piano wire.

This fat piece of shit is doing his best to bankrupt us before the next election and make it impossible for the next Government to claw back his disastrous mistakes.

Son of a jackal.

Anonymous said...

If he were a Muslim, I'd reckon his mother had slept with dogs.

Anonymous said...

Good photo Penguin. If genuine, why not try selling it to the Telegraph? It would publicise his dishonesty & hypocricy.

Hacked Off said...

Can't really do that as I lifted it from the Mail...

microdave said...

"Funny, I can't see any sign of office furniture in there?"

You must remember that Cyclops sees things rather differently to the rest of us....

Are those "Weapons of Mass Destruction" sitting just the other side of the fence?

Weekend Yachtsman said...

That is so grotesquely tasteless that I almost feel sorry for the man.

Almost - but not quite.