Uncle Ranter's Cosy Thoughts

So, the collection of halfwits, cheats, control freaks, frothy do- gooders, and mendacious morons that comprise our, fortunately, incomparable government are surprised that the ' Piggy Flu' helpline is overwhelmed with calls. What do these festering turds expect? They, and their robotic helpmate, Liam Donaldson, fall over themselves to distribute highly suspect figures about a flu pandemic and, then are surprised that the ninety percent of the population incapable of rational thought are in a state of panic.

Having disseminated so many lies about , smoking, drinking, eating, and climate change that the sheeple all believed, they now face a crisis of their own making that may make the NHS grind to a shuddering halt. Not that the few normal people left would notice of course.

Well stuff the rotten b'stards I say. Stuff, hang, shoot, impale, drown, and bayonet every one of them, including all the poncing semen stains that ever applied for a job advertised in The Guardian pinko rag and, the entire staff of the BBC. ( Terry Wogan and Ken Bruce excepted of course. )