Reeling drunk advocates ‘new age of sobriety’

So, no more 100 per cent mortgages, then. Only those who have saved a deposit are to be allowed to buy their home on credit.

Sorry, I’m not 100 per cent with you there. How are people to save when you have burdened them with catastrophic and literally incalculable public debts, to repay which they must pay punitive levels of tax for the foreseeable future?

How are they going to do that, Gordon, if you succeed in your drive to get property prices back up? How high? Bubble levels, as caused by your reckless abolition of our efficient system of bank regulation, and by your pushing of cheap debt upon people who, not unnaturally, thought they could afford all the things your cheap-jack, feel-good ‘economy’ advertised to them, because you told them they could? You told them that you had abolished the laws of economics, Gordon. Yours was the age of boom without bust, wasn’t it? You said that, didn't you? Many, many times?

How are people to save, Gordon, when they will now have to pay and pay and pay to clear up the pile of dog-mess you have presented to us after presiding for so many years over our economy, wrecking our efficient system of bank regulation because your idea just had to be better than anyone else's? (Why? Because you are a financial fucking genius?) Years in which you castigated European banks for being 'too conservative', while you happily stoked up mad profit levels in British banks? Because, not having a fucking clue about economics or finance or markets, other than what you read in Socialist Approved Texts, all you knew was that you could tax the banks to the extent that they provided fully a quarter of all corporate tax revenue?

You are a drunk, Gordon, a tax-head. Like all addicts, you are in denial. Your mendacity, your naivety, as you (you!) advocate sobriety for others, has us all laughing like drains. Well, we would laugh if only the frightened, angry sobbing would stop.

Even now, you remain arrogantly uncomprehending of the damage you – yes, you, Gordon – have inflicted upon small businesses, on the family concerns who employ most of the working population.

You refuse to believe that it is you, Gordon, who have made ordinary people desperate, both ‘hardworking families’ and the ignored, despised millions of single people whom you tax so viciously because it is politically cheap. Many of them will never be able to have a home and family of their own because of the high taxes you will now have to make them pay, for decades, to repay your debt.

In your world, Gordon, the only people likely to have the luxury of a home of their own without worry are your welfare slaves, the feckless indigent and the imported block vote - Gordon’s Children.

You oppress the conscientious and proud poor through fear, fear of your insane, control-freak tax credit scheme and your 90 per cent marginal tax on on them should they be uncooperative and stupid enough to try to earn something, to become independent of you. This you do not permit, so you punish them. Or is it that you are too stupid to see that your magic does not work in the real world?

Even your public service army is hurting now, Gordon, because of your ignorance, your bombast, and your concentration on tribal war rather than on conscientious government. You know time is running out for the traditional Socialist cosseting of the public payroll. Look at Ireland. Worried? At all? You should be.

In your remoteness from reality, Gordon, with your cosy political theorising by the grace-and-favour fireside among your books and your like-minded colleagues, served by the sycophants who always kiss the feet of men in power, you have no understanding whatever of those whose misfortunes, so you tell us, ‘occupy your every waking hour’.

That, too, is another of your lies. You lie so easily, Prime Minister.

What occupies your every waking hour, Gordon, though you think we are too stupid to see it, is how to inflict damage on the political party which opposes your mad theories and your hubris, and may yet throw you down from office by the will of the people who are coming to hate you with a visceral hatred. Ponder that swelling hatred for a while, Gordon. May it become a worm in your bowels and a ghoul in your dreams.

What drives you, Gordon, is not care for the people whom you govern, although never by their will. And how that chokes you. It is hatred of the Conservative Party. Your every move, your every waking hour, is devoted to fighting the Tory party. This tribal imperative rules your soul. We know it, Gordon, and you will pay for prostituting your power in that cause, and not using it for the benefit of the people.

So anyway, what are your plans, Gordon, to help would-be buyers of their first houses and flats?

Will you reduce the proportion of their earnings which you take away from them, so that they may save up their deposits and put aside enough to live decently and independently in their old age? No. You cannot.

And, Gordon, I suspect that this grieves you not a bit. You would rather the masses paid rent to the state, wouldn’t you? You would rather govern a Socialist paradise where everyone is beholden to the state than a property-owning society of free individuals.

Are you still quietly grieving for the loss of Clause Four, like the true Socialist you are? Is that why you hate Blair so much? Oh - come on. We know you developed New Labour solely in order to become electable, to fool the electorate into giving you the power you needed to gerrymander the vote, Socialise the economy and kill off the Conservative Party. Nothing more. You never changed, you utter, utter bastard. And your party has learned nothing from history, because you have abolished history.

Will you encourage property prices to fall to affordable levels once more? No, because you need the return of the bubble. You need it to bubble-wrap your broken economy, broken promises and broken theories.

You have broken it, Gordon, all of it: the housing market, the banking system, the retail industry, the security of families and individuals, the pension system and the peace of mind of the old… all of it.

You led the field in stoking up fantasy levels of feel-good and you were disdainful of nations which hesitated to let their banks follow you, the economic genius, the Iron Chancellor. You taxed and taxed and taxed and spent and spent and spent. You even strutted the African stage telling Africans how to do it your way, showering their corrupt dictators with our money, in order to gain kudos from those who feel pity.

You deluded, posturing, criminally fraudulent destroyer. Are you by any chance related to this man?

Mending our broken economy is beyond you, Brown. There is nothing you can do.

Naturally, you tell us to blame, not you, but the bankers whose excesses, Gordon, resulted from your actions, your policies, your structures, your bloody arrogant ignorance and your fucking political-tribal manoeuvres.

So, about your demand for ‘no more 100 per cent mortgages’? What is this? What are you saying?

Oh, for God’s sake. More easy, empty words, words, words. Positioning, positioning, positioning.

Do you ask us to accept that, suddenly, you are recanting, after years of criticising European banks who raised their eyebrows at the insanity you were encouraging in Britain, in order to collect the feel-good vote and stuff the public purse with taxes on bank profits? Are you reversing the policies of your heyday? Do you expect us to believe this shit?

Or are you just panicking as you face the vengeance of the electorate, now that the scales have fallen from their eyes and they are considering whether it is to be mere defenestration, or this: