The Rachel Reeves Nightmare Before Christmas Budget of Horror Tax Rises will increase the cost of living for millions of Britons who are already suffering under the tyrannical evil rule of the Labour Party, a coterie of venal vile vindictive shisters who have zero understanding about anything let alone a fucking economy.
Manifesto? Labour lied, they lied and lied and broke their manifesto promises.
The economy is going so badly due to the heavy taxation deployed by Reeves in her first budget that all talk of “growth” by Labourite apparatchiks has disappeared. It’s the same with “smashing the gangs” that the lying Two-tier Kier has stopped bleating with his deranged Dalek voice.
“The way to crush the bourgeoisie is to grind them between the millstones of taxation and inflation.” Lenin
Forget about Christmas, that EV you just bought for £45,000 is now a useless piece of fucking junk, and you won’t be able to sell it to anyone even if you wanted to. Rachel Reeves’ lunatic Poll Tax on Wheels Pay-Per-Mile Tax has made EV cars about as desired as a case of suppurating bubbling incurable herpes on your undercarriage.
People will not be able to afford anything now, the vile pustule Reeves has even put a tax on fucking milkshakes amongst the plethora of various taxes that will impoverish millions in the country. Businesses can’t afford to hire anyone, and many will have to push the costs onto the consumer, thus increasing the cost of living.
Many have already left, and after this budget, even more people will leave. Who’s going to pay the fucking benefits bills then? Socialists do not understand, the money has to come from somewhere and killing off the private sector business world will mean less money for the Treasury in the long run.
“The goal of socialism is communism” Vladimir Lenin
The only turkey anyone will be able to afford is a dodgy haircut in a Turkish barber shop run by Kurdish gangsters laundering their heroin cash.
Christmas is cancelled. You will be scraping the bark from the trees and boiling it for nutrients, or putting your shoes in a kettle so you can chew on the leather. Granny and grandad won’t be attending after their pensions were stolen by Labour. Neither will the rest of the family, all completely bankrupted.
Merry fucking Christmas.
We can just about afford 2 or 3 brussel sprouts.