And every time I see one of those smug, comfortable faces from Labour's last government enjoying the pain, I will want to string the bastard up from the nearest lamp post. For this is the real legacy of the filth and corruption of Labour's misgovernment, Brown's Ponzi economy that bribed silly and vulnerable voters, Labour's hollow and vacuous ideology that disguised nothing more than a naked lust for power and wealth amongst the Party's repellant godfathers.
Labour have turned Britain from a comfortable nation of communities that were if not wealthy then at least endowed with a sufficiency, where reasonable aspiration was a new mid-range Ford every few years, a fortnight's holiday and decent Christmas presents for the kids, into a fearful and unequal place, an atomised society, corrupt with the ordure of petty political power and where the route to wealth and place was Party loyalty and a fawning sycophancy that could secure a quango seat, a large grant of tax money, pretend jobs or unearned promotion.
Labour are an evil that soils and pollutes everything good and wholesome. They are a disease, a pestilence. They sour and destroy human goodness, abort the growing seed of mutual strength, blight the growth of national congruence and hide the Sun from the shoots of youth. May every Labour politician hang their heads in shame at the carrion foulness of the putrescence to which they gave spavined birth.
Our country has become a Hell of rottenness under Labour; political fraud, jobbery and nepotism from Westminster to every council chamber, podgy and bloated Labour fingers thrust into the national till, obscene rewards for Party-faithful clerks, funded from the exploitation of honest workers, by extortion from the responsible and the good.
We cannot cease the struggle until the last trace of this malevolent poison is eliminated from our nation, and for every manifestation of the agony to come let us never forget; Labour Did This.