Monday, 9 August 2010

To the rats who have left the sinking ship of the FSA

Cowards! Traitors! Run away! Oh, you enjoyed the good times, banning and fining with gay abandon. How you revelled in evil! But, oh, you run when the going gets tough. One hundred and twenty-one of you have quit the FSA in the last four months! Who will employ you now, snivelling wretches?

The FSA is going down. Where's the captain? Oh, those fucking violins! Muzak to my ears!