They're Shit, And We Know They Are!

I visited Brighton a few times in the last couple of years, and I'd already been incensed to read the notice in front of the derelict pier.
It proudly proclaimed that 1.8 million pounds, or some such ridiculous figure, had been spent on 'temporary repair work' and on setting up a 'consultative committee' to decide on what should be done to restore the pier to its former glory.

In the meantime, it seemed, the committee appeared to advocate the doing of sweet fuck all, but at great public cost.

Well, I'll tell them now what should have been done - and I'll tell them for nothing.
SOMETHING! THAT'S WHAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN DONE!
As in, ANY-FUCKING-THING.

A lick of preservative paint on the rusting supports wouldn't have gone amiss.
Propping the structure up in some way wouldn't have gone amiss.
Re-inforcing the original stanchions internally wouldn't have gone amiss.
Spending some of that huge (now wasted) amount of public money on honest workmen, instead of structural engineering consultants wouldn't have gone amiss.
Building a complete replica fucking pier beside the old one wouldn't have gone amiss - and would probably have cost less.

But did they do any of that? Nooooo!
They sat on their FAT OVERPAID ARSES, and watched the thing disintegrate into the English Channel.

WHAT IS WRONG WITH THESE SHITHEADS?

Now, as an early New Year's present, I find that I'm being made redundant by MORE MANAGEMENT WANKERS that are in the very same mould as those dickheads that destroyed Brighton pier.
THANKS A LOT, SHITHEADS. I'm sure you'll save enough from my meagre salary to pay for one quarter of a tosser more in higher management. Someone else who'll do FUCK ALL FOR THEIR MONEY except think of new ways to piss off the remaining real workforce.

So. Here's my personal New Year's greeting to all those in upper management, and all the other fuckwits in smart suits: "YOU'RE ALL SHIT, AND YOU KNOW YOU ARE!".
Furthermore, I hope you all die a disgusting and lingering death from the inevitable diseases that you'll contract from NOT KNOWING WHICH WAY ROUND TO SIT ON A LAVATORY, AND NOT BEING ABLE TO FIND YOUR ARSE WITH BOTH HANDS.

By the way, I'll be setting up a consultancy; selling common sense to management morons that don't have any.
I don't think I'll have any shortage of customers, provided, of course, that they've got enough sense to realise how useless they are in the first place.

Well thanks for listening, unless your a new-breed manager, in which case, FUCK YOU, ever so much!