TROUGHERS BEWARE! THE HUNT IS ON!

TROUGHERS BEWARE! THE HUNT IS ON!
WHAT BIG TEETH YOU HAVE! Bigger, sharper teeth than our ramblings in the on-line Oldham Evening Chronicle, which are being strangled by ever increasing censorship or moderation as they call it. We, the people of this town have no collective public voice to shout on our behalf, willing to question and challenge the lunacy visited upon us by the numpties in The Tower Of Babble, various thieving MPs, the legions of PC police at GMP, PAT'S, PACT'S, academy lovers, transport 'experts', vastly overpaid Council Officers from Charlie Chuckles downward, quangoes, placemen, do-gooders, do-badders, tree huggers, Brussels and Alcock! You get the idea? We intend to remedy this via the revamped Pigsticker. Now with added fibre. If any of you out there want to join us in restoring the town to it's former pleasant aspect, please feel free to submit articles. No moderation on this site!

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

I DID NOTHING WRONG! - HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO SURVIVE ON A MERE £273,500 PER YEAR?



Oldham East and Saddleworth trougher in chief,  Phil  'nappies'  Woolyass is at it again. Word is, he's been ordered to repay 'some' of the expenses the thieving bastard had put in for. But, true to form the little cash sponge, wearing his new panty-liners and lipstick, issued a statement saying he is challenging the decision. Did we expect anything else from the grabbing gobshite? Over the last four years of published expense figures he has claimed  £594,058 in expenses. This on top of a salary of  £416,200. There's still two years figures to come. How the fuck does he manage?  If we, the taxpayers, had to rub along on such a paltry income, we would all be in the poorhouse.  Wait a minute, aren't we, the taxpayers, his boss? Don't we pay his ever more avaricious demands? Of course we fucking well do! But, what the hell. He's worth every penny isn't he? Isn't he??  Besides if we didn't have to fork out for the thieving twat, we'd only spend our money on ourselves. Where's the fun in that?  Among the little wanker's claims there are four, totalling  £3,700 from an accountancy firm. The gobshite employed this firm to do his tax returns, so he could maximise the fiddles he was using to  rip-off  the taxpayers. Nice to know we are employing accountants to rob ourselves! This is not allowed under 'The Rules,' but never mind our Phil has done nothing wrong. Has he? Has he??  Phil is an apt name for him don't you think? Phil my pockets, Phil my boots, Phil my bank account, Phil my claim form, Phil my piggy bank! Very apt, the last, for one of the biggest troughers in the disgraceful, deceitful gang of money grabbing bastards  that calls itself, Her Majesty's Government. Fuck off back where you came from you waste of fucking space and money!

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