Rt Hon. Harry Cohen MP, a grafting bathroom claiming bastard.

Gotcha! The Telegraph finds that Harry really wanted YOU to pay for his new bathroom.

Stuffed between receipts from Waitrose, Laura Ashley and specialist eco-shops, this moving appeal for financial aid from Harry Cohen, Labour MP for Leyton and Wanstead.

I have mentioned this smug little fuckers grafting of OUR money before, as well as his bizarre belief that he is even better than Churchill(Thats the cigar smoking PM not the dog off the insurance adverts) when he came up with this:
“I am almost certainly the most professional MP Leyton and Wanstead has ever had, and that includes Winston Churchill.”



In the words of Stephen Fry: "I hate you, I despise you, I loathe you. Everything about you DISGUSTS me. Your ears, eyes, nose, mouth, tongue, legs, knees, stomach, ribs and bottom make me want to vomit up.
You're repulsive, loathsome, grotesque and insupportable. I want to kill you, I want to twist your nipples off and throw them to the dogs. You scum. You low, corrosive lump of fecal horror,you maniac bastardly turd.

I would rather drink stale urine from Norman Fowler's arse-pit than remain one moment more in your defiling company. You're filth, you're cack, you're the ooze of a burst boil; I abominate you, you towering mound of corrupted slime. Your every utterance is like the slithering hiss of a fat maggot in the putrid guts of a decomposing rat; your face is fouler than the unwiped inner ring of Satan's rectum." 
Thieving lying duplicitous Rt Hon. cunts, welcome to Troughligate 2.

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