
Yes, it’s that day you’ve all been waiting for when you slip off down to the Polling Station to exercise your democratic right in the forlorn belief that any of the cunts on the ballot paper believe a single word of what they been spewing at you for months.
And thanks to our first past the post voting system the only guarantee is that the government that you get will be the one most people didn’t vote for.
I’m voting Looney because it makes no difference where I live because it’s a safe Tory seat. If you stuck a blue rosette on a chimp around here then it would get a 10,000 vote majority. Oh! Hang on! They did…
I’ll vote because if I don’t then I can’t complain at what I get. Don’t want to vote? Then scrawl ‘no suitable candidate’ across the ballot paper and spoil it. Even ‘they’re all cunts’ will do. Then at least you’ve told them what you think instead of sitting at home on your arse and whinging about the system.
And of course, we’ll all sit up all night watching Peter Snow and his fucking swingometer because it’s all so rivettingly exciting. And tomorrow when we see the results, it will be business as usual. Same cunts, different names.
Still, it’s an excuse to stay up late and get pissed, so that’ll have to do…
Nominated by: Dioclese
…and did I mention that the SNP are cunts?