I hate the council. And I hate councillors. I also hate the jumped up twats that infest the public sector. All paid for by us.
It is well known that many councillors grow fat whilst 'representing' their constituents within the gilded palaces that are our town halls. Full of their own self importance they preen and strut in the local press. It is also an amusement to me that most Labour councillors in Scotland still live in a council house. A bought council house, that is. Thanks to the hated Tory bastard Maggie Thatcher's right to buy policy of 1980. Never let principles get in the way of lining your own pocket.
It is of no surprise to me to read the following in the news today-
A DEPUTY Provost has been slammed by neighbours after a council JCB cleared snow from outside his house - but left the rest of the street untouched.
The single sentence above typifies local politics in Scotland, particularly in the West of Scotland and socialist local politicians.
I hate them all.