Cowen the cheat
by planetparker
I never really liked Brian Cowen. He got elected in a by-election caused when his father, Ber, got called to the great bar in the sky. Then I remember one his magisterial contributions to a Dail debate in which he described the disgraced, dishonest – and diminutive -Charles Haughey as a “man standing head and shoulders above his detractors.” Then he adopted the role of the ard fheis comic giving what would could only be described as “oul’ guff” before the main act came on. You might say I always knew he was a creep, but I never realised what a nasty, dissembling, dishonest and cowardly cheat he was until last week,
Some weeks ago he gave a speech to pension funds managers in which he sought to cover his government in glory for the progress they had made on providing for the welfare of pensioners. He added that a country’s values could be gauged by how well it treated its most vulnerable citizens. Many commentators saw this as a “straw in the wind” indicating that pensioners were to be spared cutbacks in the budget. As a blind pensioner, in receipt of a benefit which has long been tied to old age pensions, I dared to believe that my miserable pittance would be spared and to luxuriate in a modicum of hope for the future. And then in the budget I and the thousands of blind pensioners learn that their hopes and optimisms were to be dashed, and that the blind pension had been decoupled from the old age pension which was to be left untouched. This in other to pay for the mistakes of bankers, property developers, and other bosom pals of Fianna Fail who, with their buddies in government have succeeded in bollocksing one of the most successful economies in Europe.
So that’s how you get off Brian, attacking the blind and partially sighted, whom you know can’t fight back? Miserable bastard. You needn’t worry Cowen about feeling cold, because there’s a perpetually warm spot waiting for you in hell, where you can be joined by all your miserable colleagues, the bankers, the economists, the stock brokers, the swindlers and all your other friends.
It is really difficult for me to put into words the level of contempt I feel for this cowardly, deceitful cretin, who, in spite of having a large pendulous lower lip still manages to talk out of both sides of his mouth. I think I must go to Australia to find some description. He is worse than a bastard: Brian Cowen was wanked up against a dunny wall by a poofter and hatched by the sun.
A dirty miserable cheat
