Sunday, 11 April 2010

Labour Party Manifesto, Mandifesto, Milifesto,

A spectre is haunting Britain - the spectre of cynicism

Tomorrow, Labour will be first to launch its manifesto. The nation will pick through it with a fine tooth comb, certain in the knowledge that it will shock, excite, bamboozle and bore. Ed Miliband wrote it. But tomorrow, will the voters of Britain write it off?

On this site you will find a real-time analysis of the lies as they come in. And of course, we'll be asking the most important question of all: Who reads this shit anyway?


  1. Polly Tickle-Anorak11 April 2010 at 19:21

    Dear Sir, my name is Polly Tickle-Anorak, and I am disgusted by your cynical approach to politics. I have been into politics for as long as I can remember remembering. And whilst I am justifiably cynical about the opposition, I know that everything that my party does is well intended and not self serving in the slightest.
    You are disgusting and I hope that I never have to vote for you, assuming you stand, which you won't.

  2. Eddie The Eagle11 April 2010 at 19:25

    Dear Mr whoever you are,
    You are clearly a pygmy in a world of giants. And you do not realise how marvellous all of these politicians are as they go about the country strenuously filling their boots.
    It is no easy task to feather your nest. I know. I have tried it by becoming a member of the avian community on many occasions

  3. Oliver Cromwell11 April 2010 at 19:27

    Dear Assholes, can you please keep your stupid, sycophantic middle England views to yourself.
    I hate politicians and let's keep it that way

  4. Benjamin Buttonholer11 April 2010 at 19:30

    My Aunt Mildred used to say that when it comes to politics, nothing is worth getting worked up about other than revolution and a lack of public conveniences

  5. Candida Menstruate11 April 2010 at 19:32

    My Uncle Dave, (Lord High Biscuit of Dumfries, Galloway and the rest of Scotland) used to sit me on his knee as a nipper and say that nothing in politics is worth getting worked up about that you cannot solve with a wee tot of Glenmorangie and an AK47.

  6. The cow flew over the moonifesto