Expensive Politicians.

Well they've all had their turn standing on their hind legs.
Clegg. Wistfully looking into the distance doing his Judy Garland bit, imagining a land where Liberal Democrats rule and there's free roll neck jumpers and desert wellys for all.
Brown. Deluded, firmly convinced that someone apart from his wife loves him and that the whole country is just waiting to storm the election stations and tick his box. Methinks the lady doth protest too much. Unelected as PM and prone to more gaffs than an incompetent angler. You can't see his face without hearing the voice of Fraser "Doomed I tell'ee we're all doomed".
Cameron. Ah! fresh faced little Dave everyones favourite milk monitor. As eager to please as a new puppy and just aching for the electorate to throw him that prime ministerial bone, probably way too big for him but he's practically drooling as it's waved in front of his nose.

A few days later we're off and running again with the expenses scandal and practically every interview you hear just confirms the fact that they still don't get it.
So for your benefit Mr and Mrs Politician this is how it works. You are elected to represent us. You make the rules and pass the laws on our behalf. Whether you played fast and loose with your expenses or not you are still guilty because I do not believe that you were ignorant of the way the system was being misused and you had it within your power to change it. It had been openly touted amongst MPs by successive governments for years as a way of supplementing their income in the absence of any pay rise. Gordon Brown can not stick the political telescope up to his sightless eye and tell us "I see no slips". He was the hypocrite who only about a year ago stuck his hand on his heart and told us all "I feel your pain" at the same time as charging us for his Sky subscription. Given how far Labour had their nose up Murdochs backside I'm surprised any of them had to pay anyway.

Some nameless prat of an MP was on the radio this morning defending his claims and when asked why he had claimed for a new razor boldly stated "Because the old one was broken and I needed a new one"
Both feet and head so far in the trough that he can't hear the screaming chorus behind him.
Then put your hand in your pocket, not ours, and bloody well buy one.

I need to stop this now as I'm going to break the keyboard in a minute. Let me just offer three basic rules for any prospective MPs who think they stand a hope in hell of persuading us to trek down to the local school next May.
Take your hand out of my pocket, get your nose out of my business and your foot off of my neck.
Use that as your political slogan and I may just bother.