I just endured the stomach-churning spectacle of david CaMoron and his fellow tory shits patting their selves on the back at PMQs at recent growth figures. Granted, the economy might indeed at last be recovering, but on monday I saw precisely what that recovery is built upon. Many people, especially those with disabilities, are suffering: they are being pushed to the limit and over it; many have taken their own lives. Lyn still wonders why I get so agitated watching it every wednesday, but how can anyone not be? How can anyone, with even a shred of humanity, bear the sight of this unelected Etonian fucker stand up in westminster abbey and pretend what he is doing is right? Knowing what I know, it is almost too much for me to stomach. It would not be so bad if we had a charismatic Labour leader who stood up to him, but we have ed: I’m afraid to say I still can’t see him ever becoming PM, which is a truly depressing thought. Then again, at least Milliband is a decent human being, which is more than can be said of CaMoron or any tory.