£3.9 Billion profit and you want to put bills up?

Alright, you bastards, strap in, because I’m fucking livid. I’m sitting here, staring at my latest energy bill, and it’s like a punch to the gut—prices jacked up again, while I’m counting pennies just to keep the lights on. Then I read this shit in The Guardian, and it’s a goddamn sledgehammer to the skull: these energy network owners, these slimy, suited-up vultures, have clawed £3.9 fucking billion—billion with a B!—out of our pockets, all because some pencil-necked twats at Ofgem can’t do basic fucking math on interest rates. A ‘miscalculation,’ they call it? Bullshit! It’s a license to rob us blind, and they’ve been cashing in since 2015, raking in profits that’d make a pirate blush while I’m over here rationing heat like it’s the goddamn apocalypse.

Citizens Advice is waving their little report around, shouting it’s a scandal—damn right it is! I’m not just pissed, I’m incandescent—every month I’m bleeding cash to these pricks, and they’ve got the nerve to cry poor, hiking bills like it’s their sacred right. Meanwhile, they’re sitting on a mountain of our money—my money, your money—£3.9 billion they didn’t earn, didn’t sweat for, just snatched because the system’s rigged to let ’em. And Ofgem? Those useless, spineless regulators are just shrugging, like, ‘Oops, our bad!’ Fuck that!

I’m sick of being the chump who pays while these corporate cunts lap up the gravy. I want heads on spikes, I want that cash clawed back, and I want every last one of these greedy, profiteering bastards to choke on their own lies. This isn’t a market—it’s a fucking mugging, and I’m done playing the victim.