Dear Political canvassers

[sparkindarkness]

Oh you poor Tory, you knocked on the wrong door didn’t you?

Of course, it didn’t help that I’d only just got up and only had one cup of coffee.

I would feel sorry for you after several coffees later, you poor deluded fool. But you’re a Tory and your whole party has it coming. But hey, if you want a rematch, come back next week and I can rip more of your lies to shreds. This is even more fun than grilling lying policemen in court.

Run faster little Tory, I can still hear your tears

BNP – don’t ever drop your virulent filth through my letter box again. My house needs cleansing now that such vileness polluted my doormat. You’re not a party, you’re a gang of evil thugs and a stain on this country. Knock on my door next time. I dare you.

UKIP – yeah, you better run.

Elections, 101 more reasons to have furious arguments on the doorstep.