Some people thought #election2010 was all over for Labour. Well, it is now.

Labour has sent out a personalised, mass-mailed electoral suicide note.

Who could vote for a Party whose leadership - leadership - sanctions this?

Fuck you, Gordon Brown. Fuck you. And shut the fuck up with your fucking lies about a 'moral compass'.

Fuck you for using the sick and dying to help you cling on to power.

Apologies and explanations not required. Too late. Time up. Fuck off.

And fuck your friends, too. Your horrible, lying, manipulating, morally corrupt hand-picked Praetorian guard of enforcers. Those Mandelsons, Whelans, Ballses, McBrides and Drapers. Evil cunts, every one, Friends of Gordon, Labour's chief campaigners. Fuck the lot of you.

FUCK YOU, BROWN.

FUCK YOU, LABOUR PARTY.

FUCK OFF AND DIE.

OF CANCER.

A fate worse than death is too good for you, Brown, but after this, an awful lot of people are working on that. Trust me.

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Written from within a red mist by a roaring, rampaging bastard on behalf of every frightened cancer patient in Britain and every last one of their distraught friends and relatives who are too nice, too tired or too ill to tell you themselves that you are an unutterably contemptible fuck and - oh, yes - you just lost all their votes.