Counting Cats is rather annoyed (to say the least) over Labours mail shot to cancer patients :

You profound fuckpig Burnham. And you know you are. I’ll tell ya Burnham something about morality. The end does not justify the means. I can think of no political tactic as abysmally low as that. Burnham, you have hit the Mohorovičić discontinuity and decided to keep on digging. Good. The deeper you go the more we shall bury you under you thoroughly amoral cunt.

And then gets really really annoyed :

I don’t want to see the Labour Party defeated. I want to see them annihilated. And, quite frankly, hung, drawn and quartered – for this is war Burnham you absolute buggeration of a cunting fuck pigeon. If I ever get my hands on you, you self-reticulated arseholing bell-ender of a twatmeister I shall tie you to the bed, strip you bollock naked and coat your undoubtedly dismal genitalia with Felix “Yay it’s with Tuna” and release the cat.

After it has been starved for three days.

There really is no depth to which this shower of socialist shit will sink to get another 5 years at the trough it seems.

Bastards one and all!