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It's Budget Day!

Happy Budget Day everyone!

So after I'd dressed the kids in their Budget Day costumes and made sure I'd done the shopping for the traditional Budget Day dinner I settled down to listen to some Budget tunes and eagerly awaited The Details.

Now, I've not had a chance to go over The Details with a fine tooth comb but on first glance it appears that a bunch of stuff is going to happen in a couple of years time. Nothing like planning ahead, and this is nothing like planning ahead. It does appear, however, that all of the sweeteners are timed to drop oooh, just in time for the next election, top work Gideon.

The raising of the baseline for income tax to ten grand is to be applauded, whether it stacks up fiscally versus the money already taken off the poorest in terms of benefit cuts is, as yet unclear. House building could indeed do with a boost, and the government backed mortgages may provide this. What happens if the housing market continues to slump (a trend which could be exacerbated by a lot of new homes suddenly coming onto the market) is, uh, unclear.

In all honesty I didn't stop by here to go over the budget. I'm sure you've seen plenty of it already, commented on by people far better informed and possessed of greater analytical minds than mine. And I didn't stop by here to have yet another pop at the Tories either. Plenty of people doing that. Nope, I stopped by here to make a public plea. To Ed Miliband.

Ed, please, all that "Downgraded Chancellor" stuff. It's idiotic. Please. All the pre-scripted stuff. Knock it off. You know, I'm kind of rooting for you. I'm pretty sure your heart's in the right place. I prefer your lot to the other lot. I also suspect you've got a better idea of what you're doing than you're generally given credit for. I'm even going to stick my neck out and say you've probably got some decent policies tucked away somewhere. But we don't get to see them. We get soundbites. And with each soundbite you sound like a bit more of a dick. We expect shit jokes from Cambo. No-one's ever told him his jokes are shit. Ahahahaha Cams, they say, top work (snort). So on he goes. Your jokes, also, are shit. Your little soundbites, I'm sorry to say, are shit. People don't necessarily think you're going to be a better Prime Minister than the other guy because you're better at shouting than him. They tend to base their opinion more on whether you seem a more competent bloke to run the country than the other one. Which is what we need to see. So please, Ed, knock it off. Please. Really. I really mean it. All the photocopy passing hoho, all Ed Balls' posturing,all of it. Knock. It. The. Fuck. Off. Because every time it happens you look less like a political party and more like a bunch of whiny kids. And I really would like to have someone to vote for next time out. Cheers.

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