Democracy
"The trouble with democracy is it's all a load of fucking shit," Roger fumed.
He was very angry because he had lost his deposit in the European Elections. He only got four votes. One of the votes was mine and I'm pretty sure another was his. I don't know who the other two were though.
"I mean look at all the pisswits they allow to vote!" he shouted, pointing at various
people standing around, "Look at her, she looks like a crack whore! And he probably couldn't recognise a decent policy if it popped out of his cock hole! How can you create a fair and just system of government when you allow this bunch of oven-chip-munching retards decide who runs it? Half of them don't even fucking smoke! Why don't you go the whole hog and have Alan bleedin' Titchmarsh run the country?"
Pretty soon his shouting came to the attention of the security staff.
"I demand a recount!" he yelled as they dragged him out for a beating.

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