A Daily Disaster reader recalled a Thieving Reeves sob story told to a Labour conference about doorstepping a constituent whose hands were purple and frozen on a cold April evening.
Reeves claimed she often thought about this woman.
Now, we know what she was thinking: “What can I do to make this woman’s life worse? I know, I’ll steal her Winter Fuel Allowance when I’m the Chancellor.”
That’s how severely she’s trashed her reputation in just one month. How much worser can it get?
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