So, all along, they were to benefit “youngsters” having to prove their age in pubs?
They should never have been allowed to be seen as a “panacea for terrorism”…?
And “Jacqui” “Smith” had people going up to her and asking for one now?
So…the Govt has spent all this money already: has not got compulsory ID cards yet despite that: is now in complete chaos having f****d up the economy totally: can’t sell its gilts either: and now it tells us that its pet control-freak scheme, designed to enchain us forever, was never a serious proposition?
I think these people, forming or evevr having formed part of this government and its parliament, all ought to be __FORCED__ to carry ID cards. We can then turn these cards on and off at will. This will be fun:-
We will be enjoying thereby the sport, and sudden bursts of extreme excitement, which we will bw able to have generated in the lives of these wicked, nasty GramscoFabiaNazis who tried to be our rulers for twelve miserable years, in their attempt to supposedly punish us for teaching the entire world The Way To The Door Out Of Hell.
(‘Coz we did, because that’s what we did it’s what we were for, and we did The Right Thing, and f*** the lot of you other bastards who claim to be messianic saviours of Mankind. Yup, the f*****g lot of you. Bugger off to the desert or up pillars, or down catacombs, or to French University libraries, or … or wherever.)
Just imagine, being able to turn off Gordon Brown’s card, just as he’s trying to pay for a new glass eye…
…Someone from our “field research department” having gouged out and stamped on his real one, in front of his children. And their Christmas presents having been run over by a large bus, in front of them, on Christmas Eve, their IDs having given away to our “driver” (via Twitter?) exactly where outside Hamleys they were and when.
These wicked, evil people, this Enemy Class, are really storing up trouble for themselves.
They really ought to get a grip of themselves, and reach for the Whisky and the Revolver, before it gets out of hand in this poor miserable tormented country. If mild-mannered old disabled chappies like me are saying this sort of stuff about Gordon Brown’s children and what sorrows I’d really like to see befall them and their dad, what other bile is out there?