Better things to do

The usual suspects are all doing live chats on the Budget. Er, no thanks. I already have acid.

I'll catch up with the facts later, once the propaganda has been filtered out. If DC scores a a big hit I daresay I will hear about that too although I expect the Brown Bastard's War Machine will have done its best to wrong-foot him with planted false 'leaks' on which to base some of his reply to the budget.

I don't really care what's in the budget. They can't make things better and they can hardly make them worse. Substantively, it will be nothing very much in economic terms. Politically, it will be a steaming pile of stinking shite, Brown's last but one throw of the dice, or even possibly his last. Doing some good for the British people won't get a look in. It's not a priority. No, I do not plan to sit around to be lied to this afternoon.

Let's leave Alastair Darling out of this. He is almost totally irrelevant. The best he can hope for is to restrain Brown's urges, but it will be too little and too late - and he can only do that much because Smeargate has weakened Brown who cannot now afford to smack Darling too hard.

Overall, this Budget will see The Ruiner, his Balls torn and bleeding but his heightened fury never more vicious and dangerous, laying about him at immeasurable cost to the working and tax-paying people of this country, and the thrifty, and the savers, and the old about whom he does not give a flying fuck as long as he secures the votes of his employees and his clients. His chief aim is to leave the Conservatives at least one Parliament's worth of unbelievable shit to deal with from 2010, in the hope that during the following four years Labour can hand the Black Spot (the 'Nasty Party' label) back to them and bring Cameron crashing down in 2014.

It could happen. It's a cruel world. But please God haven't we suffered enough?

I am sick of Brown and his lying bastard bed-blockers. They are keeping decent people out of government while they cling to power with their soiled hands and their stuffed pockets, all the while spitting poison at any who would pry their rotting fingernails from the political cliff edge and let them drop, and feeding their oily, self-serving lies to the electorate, to whom they owe their temporary permit to govern and their place at the trough which they have abused so insultingly.

Enjoy the Budget speeches. I'm out to lunch.