Independence blues - someone has to win and someone has to lose.
Anyone
would think we'd told you to patch the holes in your jeans up and get Donny
Osmond haircuts and wipe that "I'm in a perpetually pained state"
smarmgoyle look off your face, the way you're whinging about being bailed out
of an unaccountable, undemocratic, global corporate, centralized, federal
fascist super state. You look as if your mum has come home early from the bingo
and chucked out your scruffy mates, who were eating all her bacon and leaving
her to clean up the plates. Your socially debilitating hairstyle is getting in
the way of the debate. This is the great thing about democracy, once they've
closed the poll booth, that's your lot mate, you can't put a penny in the slot
and have another go, it's not a one armed bandit you can keep pulling on like a
broken bog chain until you hit the five star jackpot. Sometimes you have to
make do with a bunch of cherries and a couple of lemons, that's the way it is.
You can't get John Terry to retake his missed penalty in the champions league
final, the deed has been done, he fell on his bum and those angels on the side
of (the) right have won. Hip hip hooray for me! But boo hoo hoo, you want your mum?
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