Some statistics.
There are 646 of them
They know who you are, they know what you drink, where you travel, what you vote, how much you earn, who you live with, they read your emails, listen to your telephone conversations, where you surf the web, they know when you will die, they have your dna and your fingerprints.
There are 60,000,000 of us.
Those 646 who control every single aspect of our short lives have decided that THEY would like to remain “private”
I really, really, really have had enough. There are 92,500 of us for every one of them. They are right to be concerned. Personally, I would prefer it if they were absolutely shit scared of us. As it fucking should be.
BASTARDS. Every night this week, I have stood outside a small pub in a small Cornish fishing village in the middle of fucking nowhere to smoke a fag. In the pissing rain. In the cold, fucking winter pissing rain. Because 646 cunts decided I could not have a fag with the landlord of his small pub in front of the fire. Whilst they can smoke and drink in a subsidised bar at the Houses of Commons. 646 of them can do this. 60,000,000 of us cannot. Because they said so.
No fucking wonder they don’t want ME to know where they live.
You utter bastards. We are coming for all of you.