Serial mitherer Councillor D. Fibber is back electioneering again. A member of the last bunch of talentless tossers to run the town, Fibber is a chronic whiner, telling us constantly how much better off we were with a Labour council. He can't seem to get it through his thick skull that he and his grasping cronies are responsible for the state of the town today. Funny how these wankers become super efficient once you've got rid of them. His latest party political broadcast is concerned with stopping town centre shops closing down. The reason these shops are in danger of closing down is the policies and planning fuck-ups of his bunch of gormless twats. He has the fucking nerve to say, 'The Council should consult with traders to see what THEY want rather than the Council telling them what they are getting.' Just as if that conniving band of ignoramuses ever listened to the people concerned, on any matter, in this now God-forsaken town. That's why it's in the state it is. He doesn't want to see empty shops as it makes the town 'LOOK' run-down. I've news for you, dickhead, IT IS RUN-DOWN! Nicola Whitehead, owner of 'Demolition' on Yorkshire St., says 'Trade has never been so bad. There is no passing trade and Oldham is like a ghost town.' There is no passing trade because there is nothing to pass down that street of shame for. The town centre is shrinking rapidly to a tiny area on top of the hill. Access is crap. Parking, ruinously expensive and the range of stores small. If this is a ghost town, then it is haunted by it's once fine town centre and who was responsible for it's untimely death? Stand up Coun. Fibber and your band of self seeking, money grabbing, brain-dead accomplices. Take a bow and head for the exit.
NEXT UP WE HAVE THAT SERIAL SCHOOLBOY - - COUNCILLOR BRAIN LARD
I don't know why, but every time I look at him I see the Grinch. Does anyone else see it? Maybe we could paint him green to test it out. Anyhow, his latest wheeze is to append his name to a letter to (wait for it), THE TIMES, no less. This letter signed by lots of other instantly forgettable non-entities is to protest the Personal Care at Home Bill, going through Parliament. Why anyone would think Govt would be swayed by letters to The Times, is a mystery. Which members of that bunch of criminals reads The Times? The Sun, maybe. The Daily Star, probably. The Chancers Gazette, certainly. The gist of this Bill is that Govt will pay £420M of the total cost of £670M and local authorities will have to find the remaining £250M. As we all know in this town, we couldn't find fourpence at the moment. WE ARE SKINT! Instead of pissing about with letters to The Times, Coun. Lard, write to Care Services Minister Phil Hope. Tell him how it is. Tell him we can't join in at the moment as we've got ourselves a £45M black hole in the council finances, the local govt pension fund is short by, probably £80M and you've fucked up the accounts for the Wellbeing Centre and will have to pinch three quarters of a mil from somewhere else or it will become the Unwellbeing Centre. We can't make many savings at this time as we have nothing left to cut. Services are now all but defunct. Amenities are closed down. (The Central library WILL re-open as soon as someone returns the book.) The town is now run by various outside bodies and private companies. Everything is being consolidated into Alcock Holdings Inc. A huge body. This has had the added advantage of allowing the set of twats, sat scratting their arses in The Tower of Babble, plenty of time to concentrate on the remaining core activities, which are - Shining pictures on walls and waiting for the first tram down Union St. Another of the useless pricks past his sell by date. Begone!
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