You’ll all have heard of Ms Smith’s latest woes on the expenses front.
She’s been caught trying to claim hubby’s taste for pay-per-view Frankie Vaughn as an expense.
Unfortunately that’s the headline news and unfortunately that’s what will be remembered and tittered over.
The real story though is not Mr Smith’s left-handed channel surfing. The real story is why the fuck are we expected to pay for Jacqui Smith’s home cable TV and internet connection? She earns over 140,000 Pounds a year. I don’t. Why doesn’t the tax-payer pony-up for my Sky package?
Actually no… The real question is why are the tax-payers expected to stump up 40,000 Pounds a year to pay for Mr Smith who is allegedly employed as Ms Smith’s “advisor”? He certainly ain’t worth it. He’s clearly not media savvy enough to be aware that much more hardcore chick-flix can be had much less obviously via the ‘net and those Virgin Media cable connections stream video very well these days.
Actually no… The real, real question is why the fuck are we paying Jacqui Smith anything at at all? Because she is both useless and draconian and if you pay 140,000 pa you expect a heck of a lot better than a Happy Shopper dominatrix like her. Imagine her in Latex with a riding crop saying, “You’ve been a very naughty boy…”
I think I have discovered the cure for premature ejaculation.
I apologise to the Miss Whiplashes of the nation. You all do an honest and difficult job. And a job vastly more useful and decent than that done by that bloated, kleptocratic, authoritarian moo Smith.