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Imbecile of the week.

Have you ever suspected that the general population are a lot thicker than is generally assumed? Come on, you're reading this, clearly you're a cut above the average. Ever thought it? Of course you have. And should you want incontrovertible proof that this is the case, I must point you in the direction of the wondrous hotch-potch of bigotry, non sequiturs and capslock abuse that is the BBC's Have Your Say, wherein you can gawp at your fellow countrymen in all their inglorious pettiness. The budget thread in particular is an hysterical read, chock-full of berserk middle englanders venting their not inconsiderable spleen. I was particularly enamoured of the manchester woman who complains of being "stuffed" by only being 200 quid better off a year. She earns £53 K, incidentally. However the winner (highlighted by Ed in a thread on ILE) simply has to be:

The 4x4 tax has hit me hard. I have a Discovery because I have four young children. What else am I supposed to put them in? Don't tell me a people carrier as I want my children to survive an accident if they're ever unfortunate to be in one. I fear many drivers will now break rules and squeeze kids into the backs of cars or put them in the front with an airbag. Well done Mr Brown, their blood is on your hands.

Sometimes you just have to stand back and applaud.

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