Liam Byrne, the former Chief Secretary to the Treasury, last week wrote a letter for his successor – the Liberal Democrat David Laws – stating: “I’m afraid to tell you there’s no money left.”
Speaking at a press conference yesterday, Mr Laws said: “When I arrived at my desk on the very first day as Chief Secretary, I found a letter from the previous chief secretary to give me some advice, I assumed, on how I conduct myself over the months ahead.
“Unfortunately, when I opened it, it was a one-sentence letter which simply said ’Dear Chief Secretary, I’m afraid to tell you there’s no money left’, which was honest but slightly less helpful advice than I had been expecting.”
The letter – which Mr Byrne claims was meant to be humorous – represents a sign of the stark challenges facing the new Coalition Government to reduce Britain’s record £163 billion budget deficit.
I hope you are laughing Liam. I really hope you are. I hope it’s a real one from the belly because I don’t find it amusing at cunting all. Not in the slightest. If you are ever in a dark alleyway then you should be afraid of what lies in the dark because I’m not wearing my amused face now and neither shall I then.
And there are 61 million of me.
You utterly shameless and profound cunticulatiton of a self-twatulated turdwich of the tribe of proto-simians that lactate the very liquid shit of the she-ocelot herself. You are an utter shit, Byrne. An utter shit.
You, just fucking you (there were others – hell there certainly are others who also deserve boiling alive in the frothing cunt-juice of Cherie Blair – but sometimes it is an idea to just focus on merely one shite-cocktail of a twat-bugle at a time) and to ponder such things…
This is my country and during my time it has been buggerfucked to Cuntistan and back and I am slightly annoyed about that. You wouldn’t want to see me when I was really angry.
And what did we get for it Byrne? We got outreachers and co-ordinators and out-reaching co-ordinators of diversity co-ordination. We got all those whilst being taken up the ass by you and all those outreachers didn’t even have the common courtesy to offer us a reach-around.
Because you, you reptard of a of cunticule of an arseblanket, Byrne, you, the epic turd-gargler and twatmeister that you really are, cuntwazzacked my country into this decrapitude of sheer buggeration for which I shall never forgive you even if I had the inclination and Poincare time to do so.
You’re a cunt Byrne. A complete and utter cunt.
Ironically though your final statement whilst in orifice is quite possibly the only truth you have ever told. You’re not just an utter cunt, you’re a blatent utter cunt.
I might add that you’re a twat as well but I think that is superflous for the moment.