The man that is running UK Plc’s expenses, Chancellor Alistair Darling, has problems working out how he can fiddle enough money from his rental expenses so that he doesn’t pay the taxes on that expense – whilst living in a free house in Downing Street. Then he has the huge great magic chukkies to charge it to the taxpayer. The fiddling eyebrows just can’t stop troughing – we’d reckon that his snout is so far in the trough it will be impossible to remove it without serious surgery and a couple of firefighters with cutting equipment.
Exactly what was going through his mind when he first appointed the accountant the look into this. Worse still, when he got the bill in, he actually sat there and thought, “I can just put this down on expenses and let those people who are earning minimum wage pick up the tab.”
Nothing will happen to him. Nothing will happen to him. Nothing will happen to him.
He is Labour MP for Edinburgh South West and he is a thieving, lying, troughing, ignorant bastard for not answering the question and he would be one of the ones on suicide watch if he even had a fcuking conscience. If you want to sue us for calling you a liar and a thief – go ahead you slimeball.
Nothing will happen to him. Nothing will happen to him. Nothing will happen to him. Isn’t this disgusting?
More Info: MPs’ expenses: Alistair Darling’s claim for help with his tax return
or as Obnoxio put it:
I’m sorry, I don’t quite follow this:
Chancellor Alistair Darling is among nine Cabinet Ministers who paid accountants public money to complete their tax returns, it has been reported.
That really didn’t make any sense at all.
Chancellor Alistair Darling is among nine Cabinet Ministers who paid accountants public money to complete their tax returns, it has been reported.
Nope, it’s still not working.
I could have sworn that this article was implying that the man we’ve entrusted to repair our economy has such a weak grasp of things that he’s paying someone to do his tax forms.
Now stop for a moment and consider just how damning that would be. The fucking Chancellor of the Exchequer, the man who ultimately decides how much tax we all pay, isn’t capable of working out how much tax he should pay.
Hello? Is that kind of the whole point of your fucking job?
But then to go that extra mile and take the liberty of using our fucking tax money to fill in your tax return is … is …
I don’t know what it fucking is. But I now know who’s head I want to see on the first pike outside parliament.
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