The debt is eye-watering; these are numbers that are hard for anyone to comprehend. Even our grankids are going to be paying these debts, so drunkenly run up by the man sitting next to Darling this afternoon. Never has an economic "strategy" been so brutally laid bare. They have run up more debt than the sum total run up by all the other British governments put together, ever!!!
And it wasn't clear to this layman where the succour was going to come from; lots of "small" tax rises (not small if you're already struggling, of course), the odd New Labour initiative here and there, big on promises, short on delivery, and a lot of very very dodgy predictions. The only thing likely to grow at 3.5% per year any time soon is that badger-faced bastard's, Alistair Darlings eyebrows.
Some two centuries ago, a Russian minister erected a whole series of fake villages, so it is said, to trick Catherine the Great into believing that the lands he had conquered for her were rich and full of bustle and commerce, rather than desolate and empty. This budget's tricks don't even rise to the level of "Potemkin villages", though, because no sentient being could ever imagine that they're looking out onto a landscape of plenty when in reality it's scorched earth from here to the next election.
No, what we have here is a Potemkin Prime Minister; initiative follows relaunch follows fightback, but there just isn't anything behind it. A facade; hollow, empty, fake. Pointless. Really, what is the point of these people any more? What is the question to which the answer is "Gordon Brown", unless it involves a bucket of sulphuric acid, ten thousand enraged scorpions and a blowtorch?
Let's be shot of these discredited wankrags and start from the beginning. How much worse could it be?




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