Tuesday, April 22, 2008

'Suffering'.

On the 'news' tonight, a woman who is about to finish her fixed-term mortgage and has to look for a new lender to try and find something comparably cheap.
She whined in the flat, oh-so-professional tone of the chronic complainant, about the terrible situation she is in of having to find more money.
She whined, surrounded by the fitted kitchen and the view across the countryside, and she demanded sympathy.
She can fucking die for all I care, and I hope she fucking does.
Suffering?
Lousy bitch.
I've rented for twenty years.
I've slept on benches.
I've slept in parks.
I never, never complained. I just got an extra job.
And people ask me why the British disgust me.

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