Back in a former life, when I used to write the odd headline or two, I used to pray (ouch) for a picture like this to come along :

It made the job so much easier and so much fun. Set the pun-o-meter to max and fill yer fucking boots, the possibilities for mockery are endless. The above pic appeared today on the front page of The Sun and in the accompanying article, about who's going to replace the unelected knob jockey, they've certainly gone to town on the puns.

Thy will be gone, oh Gord, altar ego, praying for a miracle, etc.etc,

However, on this occasion I've decided to give the puns a miss (thank fuck for that I hear you say) and I fired up the photoshop cuntshop instead because I suddenly remembered another photo of a stained glass window that's been doing the rounds lately ......

There.
That's better ;-)

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Gordon Brown's computer operating system has finally been revealed. It's no wonder that our under funded, under supported Armed Forces are losing personnel hand over fucking fist . . .


Oi, Prime Mentalist!
Stop this phoney war now you unelected, pant pissing, illiterate, warmongering, global gonad gobbling, rectal easing, widow making piece of shit.

I'm sick to fucking death of seeing you and your droopy eyed fizzog prancing around the 'world stage', performing in yet another platitude-a-thon, in a vain attempt to find someone somewhere that would be head fucked enough to befriend you. You sure as hell haven't got any friends left, back here in Broken Britain, have you?

Bring our troops home.

Now.

You cunt.

An ecstatic Gordon gets the all clear on his eyesight

from the ever brilliant Tractorstats

More mental health worries for Gordon Brown
Further concerns for Gordon Brown's mental health
have been raised today after he was spotted in the
foyer of the Brighton Centre deep in conversation
with a plastic Ficus plant . . . 
Click through to read the rest of this excellent post by Gigits.

Apparently his aides have revealed that at the Labour spring conference Gordon Magoo took a wrong turn off the stage and failed to find the exit and when he was about to meet a line-up of war veterans recently, the former minister John Reid had to be moved out of the way because Gordon "would have confused him with a veteran".

Well has he?

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I’m the unelected dictator, I’m squatting in number 10,
You can try and try to evict me, time and time again.
It’s down to me, when I decide, when I want to call the election,
You cant touch me, I’m made of steel and I have the most protection.

That just about sums up the useless, unelected, incompetent Prime Minister, nicely. Oh, and thanks Gordon for even more excellent material with which we can take the piss out of you.

Now that's what I call making a useful contribution to Global warning!