To all my subordinates.
I am the master, you are my servants. Stop whinging at my puppet's budget. We know what's best and you will all do as I decree.
Just cough up; afterall, my government know how to spend your money far better better than you do. What I need you all to do is to keep your gas guzzling cars so that you pay these hefty duties. If you all start to 'go green' and trade them in - getting tin pot cars, I'll only have to decide to punish these car users too.
You (Joe Public) really are so damn thick - and have memories of goldfish. You'll still vote me and my talentless cronies in come the next election. Even if you don't, my big fat pension means that I'm alright - thank you Jack. I'm so glad my pension is safe - unlike the one's I ruined back in 1997.
If you don't like it, join us politicians. There's more than enough gravy in the train that passes for more greedy self centred people.
Gordon Brown
Westminster (Well - one home that I have anyway)