Pisces (20 FEB-20 MAR)
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Wednesday, 31 March 2010
Quote of the hectonanosecond
It's nice to see him make a speech he's not being paid for.
-- David Cameron, referring to Tony Blair
Yeah, yeah, meh, meh, facepalm
I read the Tories' tax pledges. Half-assed but generally a step in the right direction.
Right up until the end:
Yes! The bonfire of the quangos rules!
Way to fucking go, Dave. You fucking simpering moron. We look to the Tories to reduce the size of government. You don't need a fucking quango to "create a sustained and powerful institutional pressure for the simplification of the tax system." Fuck, I'll do it for you now. For free.
Look:
And if that means we can't afford diversity outreach co-ordinators and massive state advertising campaigns, well, that's tough.
Update: Someone's finally had a proper good idea in CCHQ.
*NI would go down as the ponzi commitment goes down. People who live through the transition are a bit screwed, but frankly, we're so fucking screwed anyway, who's going to notice it? Happy to hear any suggestions for compensation for these unlucky folks. Perhaps an equivalent government contribution to their private pension plans made out of reserves.
If there are any.
Right up until the end:
Tax simplification. Conservatives will create an Office of Tax Simplification. It will become an independent and permanent voice on tax law, operating in a similar way to the National Audit Office, which will create a sustained and powerful institutional pressure for the simplification of the tax system.
Yes! The bonfire of the quangos rules!
Way to fucking go, Dave. You fucking simpering moron. We look to the Tories to reduce the size of government. You don't need a fucking quango to "create a sustained and powerful institutional pressure for the simplification of the tax system." Fuck, I'll do it for you now. For free.
Look:
- No tax is payable on the first £12,500 of individual earnings (including Citizens Income).
- Individual tax is 20% above £12,500. No deductions, no expenses, no shit.
- Corporation tax is 1% of income earned in the UK, no exemptions, no allowances, no deductible expenses, no fucking incentives, no shit.
- National Insurance is 5% on employers, 5% on employees, also above £12,500.*
- There are no personal tax credits. There is no dole. There is no income support.
- Every UK citizen above 16 gets an income of £50 a week. Pensioners get an extra £50 a week per "family" i.e., single pensioners get a total of £100 a week, married pensioners get a total of £150 a week (until they've been rolled off the ponzi scheme, anyway - the state pension scheme will be closed to new entrants.)
- The first child in a family gets the family an allowance of £50 a week until their 16th birthday, when the kid get the money. Subsequent children get fuck all until they are 16.
And if that means we can't afford diversity outreach co-ordinators and massive state advertising campaigns, well, that's tough.
Update: Someone's finally had a proper good idea in CCHQ.
*NI would go down as the ponzi commitment goes down. People who live through the transition are a bit screwed, but frankly, we're so fucking screwed anyway, who's going to notice it? Happy to hear any suggestions for compensation for these unlucky folks. Perhaps an equivalent government contribution to their private pension plans made out of reserves.
If there are any.
Tuesday, 30 March 2010
Irony meltdown
An excellent attack site from the Limp Dumbs! Ironic, huh?
But not half as ironic as them claiming that there's no difference between Labour and the Tories, with the Limp Dumbs offering the real alternative.
Cunts.
Tip of the clown wig to Guido.
But not half as ironic as them claiming that there's no difference between Labour and the Tories, with the Limp Dumbs offering the real alternative.
Cunts.
Tip of the clown wig to Guido.
Oh for fuck's sake!
I keep losing the will to live:
Jesus Christ, is there no aspect of British life, history and tradition that these motherfucking money-grubbing, nannying, bullying thieving and above all, utterly fucking incompetent scum will not destroy?
It is not clear if FSA’s mission creep is more likely to increase or reduce the number of future insurer’s insolvencies. Finally, it is not a small task. This is why in the next months the FSA will recruit 460 new regulators to run the national insurance industry. As Hector Sants, FSA’s boss, puts it: “if society wants a more proactive approach it must accept that it will have a larger and more expensive regulator”.In the most recent Z/Yen ranking of global insurance centres London dropped from the first to the third position. The London’s unique insurance business model (globally recognised as “The London Market”) withstood centuries of business cycles, natural catastrophes and political cataclysms. Let’s just hope it will survive the upcoming decades of “proactive” regulation.
Jesus Christ, is there no aspect of British life, history and tradition that these motherfucking money-grubbing, nannying, bullying thieving and above all, utterly fucking incompetent scum will not destroy?
Sound
I rarely agree with the Eventard, but he's spot on here:
The utterly useless, vacuous Tories haven't got a fucking story to tell that anyone wants to hear. I can't believe that they haven't worked out that the cuntry is fucking sick of Labour, of nannying, of taxes, of bansturbation ...
They could totally their chances everything by returning to small-state conservatism, but iDave has made it quite clear that he doesn't believe in that. This is all going to come down to a decision between two sets of appalling, amoral, unprincipled, mendacious cunts.
Fuck 'em. I really, really want them both to lose.
But, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, it’s going to happen. Mandelson & Co have just been kicking the ball around within the centre circle in this pre-election period. There is no need for the “underdog” to peak early. Why should Labour make the running while the Tories keep exposing themselves with their muddled thinking?
Soon the phoney war will end and the deadly game of winning the election will begin. What the campaign will need is a game-changing moment that will inspire and engage the voters. The party that can provide this will win the election, no matter what the polls say at the present time.
The utterly useless, vacuous Tories haven't got a fucking story to tell that anyone wants to hear. I can't believe that they haven't worked out that the cuntry is fucking sick of Labour, of nannying, of taxes, of bansturbation ...
They could totally their chances everything by returning to small-state conservatism, but iDave has made it quite clear that he doesn't believe in that. This is all going to come down to a decision between two sets of appalling, amoral, unprincipled, mendacious cunts.
Fuck 'em. I really, really want them both to lose.
The envy of the world
We are the three in four
Just numbers on a list
We are the three in four
Death panels "don't exist"
Nobody knows us
But we're always there
A statistical reminder
The NHS just doesn`t care
Queues longer than the dole queue
Malnutrition dulls our hair
Our eyes are black and lifeless
With appalling patient care
We're patients in the corridors
Fatcat managers on our dime
I'm the MSRA victim
'Cause no-one cared 'bout grime
We are the three in four
Just numbers on a list
We are the three in four
Death panels don't exist
Nobody knows us
But we're always there
A statistical reminder
The NHS just doesn`t care
We're the doctor and his victim
Why not just use a gun?
We're a sad and bruised old lady
Ward looks just like a slum
We're a middle aged businessman
With chronic heart disease
We may as well commit suicide
Than face post code lotteries
We are the three in four
Just numbers on a list
We are the three in four
Death panels don't exist
Nobody knows us
But we're always there
A statistical reminder
The NHS just doesn't care
We're a starving UK pensioner
Can't afford private care home
We're all hooked on Seroxat
Committing suicide alone
We're evil smokers, fatties
Taxed to fucking death
NHS wants our money
Doesn't care about our health
We are the three in four
Just numbers on a list
We are the three in four
Death panels don't exist
Nobody knows us
But we're always there
A statistical reminder
The NHS just doesn't care
We are the three in four
Just numbers on a list
We are the three in four
Death panels don't exist
Nobody knows us
But we're always there
A statistical reminder
The NHS just doesn't care
Just numbers on a list
We are the three in four
Death panels "don't exist"
Nobody knows us
But we're always there
A statistical reminder
The NHS just doesn`t care
Queues longer than the dole queue
Malnutrition dulls our hair
Our eyes are black and lifeless
With appalling patient care
We're patients in the corridors
Fatcat managers on our dime
I'm the MSRA victim
'Cause no-one cared 'bout grime
We are the three in four
Just numbers on a list
We are the three in four
Death panels don't exist
Nobody knows us
But we're always there
A statistical reminder
The NHS just doesn`t care
We're the doctor and his victim
Why not just use a gun?
We're a sad and bruised old lady
Ward looks just like a slum
We're a middle aged businessman
With chronic heart disease
We may as well commit suicide
Than face post code lotteries
We are the three in four
Just numbers on a list
We are the three in four
Death panels don't exist
Nobody knows us
But we're always there
A statistical reminder
The NHS just doesn't care
We're a starving UK pensioner
Can't afford private care home
We're all hooked on Seroxat
Committing suicide alone
We're evil smokers, fatties
Taxed to fucking death
NHS wants our money
Doesn't care about our health
We are the three in four
Just numbers on a list
We are the three in four
Death panels don't exist
Nobody knows us
But we're always there
A statistical reminder
The NHS just doesn't care
We are the three in four
Just numbers on a list
We are the three in four
Death panels don't exist
Nobody knows us
But we're always there
A statistical reminder
The NHS just doesn't care
Vince Cable
People seem to think he's some sort of whizz-kid. He's a trained economist who has thrown his years of training out the window to endorse LimpDumb tax and spend policy. So he's not just a hypocritical cunt, he's a hypocritical fucking cunt.
This just underlines that he's no fucking different to the rest of them.
This just underlines that he's no fucking different to the rest of them.
Monday, 29 March 2010
What a load of shit
Just been to Sainos for a quick grocery shop. Was looking for some toilet paper and I noticed something: all the special packs with three rolls "free" cost 25% more than normal packs.
So, clearly this is some new meaning of the word "free", of which I was not previously aware.
Thieving cunts.
So, clearly this is some new meaning of the word "free", of which I was not previously aware.
Thieving cunts.
Good for you, @mayoroflondon -- but...
I don't always agree with Boris, but I applaud him for this:
Indeed. I'm pleased you stopped them and shouted at them, Boris, but if they hadn't hit you, what would you have done? Just ignored it? And what would have happened if you picked the wrong car and wound up on the end of a beating, a knifing or a shooting? You know, the knives that have been banned and the guns that have been banned with such apparent success?
Yeah, right!
I can save you the wondering: it was Perron.
Indeed. I've no idea why it bothers me so much, but litter makes me apoplectic with rage. I think it's because I think it shows a complete disrespect for everyone around them.
Why would you respect someone who has failed entirely to punish you for your misdeeds, or show you that there are boundaries to what's acceptable?
And yet the same hand-wringing cunts who will be the first out of the blocks to have a street-cleaning litter-picking are the cunts who feel that society is to blame. Look, it's not that fucking hard to carry a sweet wrapper in your pocket or in your bag till you get home. It's not fucking onerous. But why should you care when people are too fucking scared to chastise a litterer lest they be on the receiving end of a verbal assault charge or some such other fucking nonsense. And kids: fucking litterers par excellence, but you can't say shit because you just know there'll be a paedo charge on the other end of it.
Boris, me old mucker, the reality of it is that soft cunts like Labour and what the Tories have become, with the state nanny there to wipe every arse and spy on every made-up misdeed, politically pussywhipped police and a quangoed-up civil service that wants to wrap every child in cotton wool and prevent them from ever feeling the consequences of their actions, are to blame for this crap.
And right now, as part of iDave's limp, wet, flaccid and above all, entirely useless Tories, you are as much to blame for this as anyone else.
It was a dark and rainy night and I was cycling innocently home at about the speed of an elderly French onion seller, when – pok – something hit me on the side of the helmet. I heard a shout of laughter to my right, and a cry of "You ------!", and a car sped off up Shaftesbury Avenue. As anyone would in my position, I saw red. I put my foot down, and pedalled so hard that I was able to keep the weaving rump of the car in my sights, and I noted that it was some kind of souped-up Astra, licence plate M*58 H*3.
Soon the bike had beaten the car, as it always does. As they waited at the next set of lights, I pounded on the window. "Open up!" I cried. There were three kids inside, and I could see the culprit goggling up at me with appalled recognition. They lurched off again in the hope of escape, but of course I had them at the next lights.
"Open up now," I yelled, "because you aren't going to get away with it, M*58 H*3! I am the mayor!"
By this time they were starting to look a bit unnerved, and the window came down.
"I know you is the mayor," said the driver, "and it was a accident."
"Pull over!" I commanded. Eventually they pulled over in a street running up towards the British Museum.
"Do you want me to get out?" said the culprit, who obviously had some experience of being flagged down by the law.
"Er, yes," I said, noticing that it was pretty quiet around there. "Right!" I said, when we were all assembled. "Why did you throw something at my head?"
"Please, Mr Boris sir, this wasn't meant to happen."
"We know you is the mayor, man."
"We gotta lot of respect for the things you are doing."
"Hmm," I said, momentarily wondering where I was going with all this.
Indeed. I'm pleased you stopped them and shouted at them, Boris, but if they hadn't hit you, what would you have done? Just ignored it? And what would have happened if you picked the wrong car and wound up on the end of a beating, a knifing or a shooting? You know, the knives that have been banned and the guns that have been banned with such apparent success?
"Whose car is this?" I demanded.
"It's my uncle's. We are going back to Clapton after a day trip."
Yeah, right!
"Right," I said. "And what is your name?"
"My name is Derron."
"And what is yours?"
"My name is Erron."
I didn't bother to ask the third chap, having by now more or less run out of ideas, except for a general desire to stop them doing it again.
I can save you the wondering: it was Perron.
"Look, just don't throw things – er – at people's heads, OK."
"It was a accident, I swear. It was only a piece of litter."
At that point, I am afraid the red mist came down again. Only a piece of litter! Here we are in the depths of a recession, and councils in London are forced to spend about £100 million a year on cleaning up the casual detritus of people like him.
Only a piece of litter, he says, when we all know that the number one environmental concern of the British public – far ahead of global warming – is the tidiness of their neighbourhoods and the plague of litter.
Indeed. I've no idea why it bothers me so much, but litter makes me apoplectic with rage. I think it's because I think it shows a complete disrespect for everyone around them.
Why would you respect someone who has failed entirely to punish you for your misdeeds, or show you that there are boundaries to what's acceptable?
And yet the same hand-wringing cunts who will be the first out of the blocks to have a street-cleaning litter-picking are the cunts who feel that society is to blame. Look, it's not that fucking hard to carry a sweet wrapper in your pocket or in your bag till you get home. It's not fucking onerous. But why should you care when people are too fucking scared to chastise a litterer lest they be on the receiving end of a verbal assault charge or some such other fucking nonsense. And kids: fucking litterers par excellence, but you can't say shit because you just know there'll be a paedo charge on the other end of it.
Boris, me old mucker, the reality of it is that soft cunts like Labour and what the Tories have become, with the state nanny there to wipe every arse and spy on every made-up misdeed, politically pussywhipped police and a quangoed-up civil service that wants to wrap every child in cotton wool and prevent them from ever feeling the consequences of their actions, are to blame for this crap.
And right now, as part of iDave's limp, wet, flaccid and above all, entirely useless Tories, you are as much to blame for this as anyone else.
Bangski!
Oh dear!
I wonder whether the Russians will be rushing to consult the Muslim Council of the USSR for how to deal with this.
Probably not.
Two blasts ripped through packed Moscow metro stations on Monday during rush hour, killing at least 34 people and wounding 18, Russian officials said.
Russian prosecutors said they suspected "terrorists" were responsible and they had opened an investigation.
No group immediately took responsibility for the blasts but suspicion is likely to fall on groups from Russia's North Caucasus, where Moscow is fighting a growing Islamist insurgency.
I wonder whether the Russians will be rushing to consult the Muslim Council of the USSR for how to deal with this.
Probably not.
Shameful!
Bastard cunting employer has me working again, so blogging will be intermittent again all week. But I'm sure three articles will be along shortly!
Sunday, 28 March 2010
Gordon's great achievement!
Timmy at the ASI:
Can we all agree that it hasn't worked and can we please try some other fucking thing now?
Brown's great achievement therefore was to test that tax and spend model to destruction.
Can we all agree that it hasn't worked and can we please try some other fucking thing now?
Cutting
"Are we right Mr. B?"
"Undoubtedly we are Mr. D."
"Well that's that settled then."
"Indeed. End of."
Yep. Everyone else is just wrong.
Brilliant heckling story
From Tom Harris:
And my favourite heckling story concerns the late Eric Douglas, son of Spartacus star Kirk Douglas. It’s one of those stories that can be filed under “Probably Not true But We Hope It Is”:Eric was performing in a London comedy club and his act wasn’t going down too well; members of the audience were losing interest and beginning to chat to each other during his act. The comedian lost patience with this rudeness and started to harangue them: “How dare you behave like this? Do you know who I am? I’m Kirk Douglas’s son!”
At which point, a bloke in the audience stood up and shouted: “No! I’m Kirk Douglas’s son!” Then another man, in another part of the room, stood up: “No! I’m Kirk Douglas’s son…”
Saturday, 27 March 2010
Rapey papey
More feminist wittering here:
I fucking beg to differ.
Actually, I have an entirely fucking different perspective: if she wasn't interested before she was going to die, why should she be interested after she "discovered" she was going to die? Perhaps she was just playing hard to get, or perhaps she's just a closet slut looking for motivation. Perhaps a million-billion other things. But speaking as a butt-ugly lard-arse, if that situation occurred to me and I was the bloke, I'd tell the fucking cheap, amoral whore to fuck off. After I'd walked her round to the "studio" to show her how fucking pwned she'd been.
So what that advert says to me is that both of the protagonists were sluts as bad as each other.
And anyway, it's a fucking advert for fuck's sake. Get a fucking life.
A guy hits on a woman in a bar, she makes it clear she’s not interested. Then a news item comes on the bar TV saying that an asteroid is about to hit earth. The woman is seen to panic, she and the guy make eye contact, and as everyone else in the bar screams and runs away, she jumps on him in a passionate embrace and they (presumably) have sex on the sticky and beer-soaked floor. Then we see the same guy go behind the scenes to where his mates are standing in what turns out to be a fake TV newsroom, they do high fives and he drinks a Pepsi Max.
I am not lacking a sense of humour.
I fucking beg to differ.
I am not known for political correctness. But hello? If you make a woman think she is about to die in order to have sex with her, that is a bit rapey.
Actually, I have an entirely fucking different perspective: if she wasn't interested before she was going to die, why should she be interested after she "discovered" she was going to die? Perhaps she was just playing hard to get, or perhaps she's just a closet slut looking for motivation. Perhaps a million-billion other things. But speaking as a butt-ugly lard-arse, if that situation occurred to me and I was the bloke, I'd tell the fucking cheap, amoral whore to fuck off. After I'd walked her round to the "studio" to show her how fucking pwned she'd been.
So what that advert says to me is that both of the protagonists were sluts as bad as each other.
And anyway, it's a fucking advert for fuck's sake. Get a fucking life.
No answer
Sally Bercow twatted some shit about some pooves (one of them an MP) tying the knot in the Houses of Parliament and how fucking excited she is to attend. I asked her if straights got married in Parliament, because I'm pretty sure no fucker is that sad.
I got no answer. In fact, I got rather studiously ignored. Does anyone know?
Because otherwise I might have to conclude that breeders do not get married in the Houses of Parliament and that this is just another exercise by insecure arse bandits (or rug munchers) to rub their sexual habits in everyone's faces.
Which is fine, but then they shouldn't moan when other people bitch about having to deal with it.
And if anyone tries to tell me this is homophobic, just ask yourself: if you were going to get married, would you really choose your fucking office as the place to get married? I mean, I love my job and all, but that's just fucking sick.
So I can only assume that this really is just another sham to ramrod home the idea that homosexuality is more important than heterosexuality.
Which is a pile of cock.
Update: I see it's Chris "Underpants" Bryant, so he probably is sad enough to think it's a good idea to get married at the office. What a fucking bell end.
And even more appallingly, there is apparently a chapel there for breeder use.
So, apologies to pooves everywhere.
I got no answer. In fact, I got rather studiously ignored. Does anyone know?
Because otherwise I might have to conclude that breeders do not get married in the Houses of Parliament and that this is just another exercise by insecure arse bandits (or rug munchers) to rub their sexual habits in everyone's faces.
Which is fine, but then they shouldn't moan when other people bitch about having to deal with it.
And if anyone tries to tell me this is homophobic, just ask yourself: if you were going to get married, would you really choose your fucking office as the place to get married? I mean, I love my job and all, but that's just fucking sick.
So I can only assume that this really is just another sham to ramrod home the idea that homosexuality is more important than heterosexuality.
Which is a pile of cock.
Update: I see it's Chris "Underpants" Bryant, so he probably is sad enough to think it's a good idea to get married at the office. What a fucking bell end.
And even more appallingly, there is apparently a chapel there for breeder use.
So, apologies to pooves everywhere.
What a fucking LEGEND idea!
Genius, sheer genius:
Since we can't legally stick their fucking heads on pikes, let's fucking disband the government completely and just fork out 1,178,950,000 a year on MPs. They'll be rich beyond the dreams of avarice and we'll save a fucking fortune.
Win-win.*
*Nah, fuck it: heads on fucking pikes it is.
Professor Philip Booth of Cass Business School sums up the problem: "Almost every Budget measure [on Wednesday] involved a spending favour for some small group or other, or some tax relief for a group that the Government hopes to sway behind the Labour Party at the election."
Thanks to Channel 4's Dispatches, we learned this week that the daily rate for former Labour ministers "on the make" is £5,000. Perhaps we should pay the entire Cabinet that rate to clear off for good and save ourselves a fortune.
Since we can't legally stick their fucking heads on pikes, let's fucking disband the government completely and just fork out 1,178,950,000 a year on MPs. They'll be rich beyond the dreams of avarice and we'll save a fucking fortune.
Win-win.*
*Nah, fuck it: heads on fucking pikes it is.
Did I miss a memo or something?
WTF?
You mean slavery hasn't been illegal for the last 177 years?! What a fucking missed opportunity that's been then!
Cunts.
New laws which make it easier to prosecute those who exploit some of the most vulnerable people in society are about to come in to effect.
The new offence of holding another person in slavery or servitude, or requiring another person to perform forced or compulsory labour, is set out in the Coroners and Justice Act 2009. Those found guilty face a maximum penalty of 14 years in prison.
You mean slavery hasn't been illegal for the last 177 years?! What a fucking missed opportunity that's been then!
Cunts.
Message to iDave
Even the Tory faithful are beginning to say that you're a useless fucking cunt. Never mind the rest of us.
Friday, 26 March 2010
Google stats question
I can't understand how "Absolute Uniques" works. I run my stats from the 1st of the month to "today". Yesterday I had over N thousand AUVs, today I have fewer than N thousand AUVs. I could see how it might not increase, but how can it decrease?
Anyone know?
Anyone know?
Beans! Beans!
The musical fruit!
The more you eat,
the more you feel like you're going to shit yourself to death if the fug of foul-smelling farts doesn't gas the fuck out of you first.
The more you eat,
the more you feel like you're going to shit yourself to death if the fug of foul-smelling farts doesn't gas the fuck out of you first.
Too late for DING?
Yesterday's news that DING's poll "lead" was down to 2% will be a complete disaster for CCHQ. For one thing, the polls have been narrowing for some time, this is not a rogue poll. For another, because of Labour's rejigging of constituencies, a lead this small means that Labour will actually win.
Those of us who have been consistently critical of DING's "Blue Labour / Red Tory" tax-and-spendism will be reluctantly enjoying a moment of schadenfreude. Unfortunately, it's too late for him to change tactics now, it would merely confirm to everyone that he is the unprincipled huckster so many already see him as.
Cameron has been so focused on "detoxifying the Tory brand" that he has rendered his party useless: flighty, built on shifting sands, chasing after every focus group frivolity ...
Afraid of frightening the horses, the Tories have no useful economic policies. And right now, people are shitting themselves about the economy. Because DING has let Labour "set the economic narrative", he can't announce plans to do what needs to be done, because it will look like the enormous U-turn that it is.
Rather than starting out from a position of principle, he started out from one of expediency which means that it's extremely unlikely that he'll be able to do anything at all in the coming parliament -- he'll be leader of the opposition again. Although hopefully not for long. Even though the Tories are more open to regicide than Labour, unfortunately, I don't think they can get shot of the useless bugger in time for the election, and frankly, it would be worse for them if they did.
Gordon will be insufferably cock-a-hoop at having finally won an honest election (or as honest as one gets in this Godforsaken shithole) and will use whatever mandate he gets to drive this country firmly into the arms of the IMF. The economy will implode because the boil we should have lanced in 2007 has been fed with more and more borrowing. There will be no escaping the explosion of rancid, putrid pus.
With a bit of luck, the Tories will implode after a fourth successive election defeat. Furious at not getting their chance to manipulate the levers of power, their MPs will get shot of Cameron and descend into a mess of internecine warfare for the future of the party. Schisms, splits, and new parties a plenty.
This generation of voters will finally see the consequences of Labour's fantasy economics and consign them to four consecutive terms of electoral defeat at which point they will also implode.
With a bit of luck, Parliament will become not a see-saw, but an endless roundabout of squabbling, petty non-achievers. Completely powerless to follow any agenda, with MPs much more beholden to the electorate, the House will simply become an irrelevance until principled politics makes a return.
And maybe, just maybe, when people have five years of proof that no meaningful government doesn't entail the end of the world, people will finally understand the libertarianism will return their dignity and their self-respect and make a genuine community, unlike any of the nonsensical "communitarian" political models.
Perhaps DING's utter, utter uselessness may eventually have a good outcome. In my dreams.
Those of us who have been consistently critical of DING's "Blue Labour / Red Tory" tax-and-spendism will be reluctantly enjoying a moment of schadenfreude. Unfortunately, it's too late for him to change tactics now, it would merely confirm to everyone that he is the unprincipled huckster so many already see him as.
Cameron has been so focused on "detoxifying the Tory brand" that he has rendered his party useless: flighty, built on shifting sands, chasing after every focus group frivolity ...
Afraid of frightening the horses, the Tories have no useful economic policies. And right now, people are shitting themselves about the economy. Because DING has let Labour "set the economic narrative", he can't announce plans to do what needs to be done, because it will look like the enormous U-turn that it is.
Rather than starting out from a position of principle, he started out from one of expediency which means that it's extremely unlikely that he'll be able to do anything at all in the coming parliament -- he'll be leader of the opposition again. Although hopefully not for long. Even though the Tories are more open to regicide than Labour, unfortunately, I don't think they can get shot of the useless bugger in time for the election, and frankly, it would be worse for them if they did.
Gordon will be insufferably cock-a-hoop at having finally won an honest election (or as honest as one gets in this Godforsaken shithole) and will use whatever mandate he gets to drive this country firmly into the arms of the IMF. The economy will implode because the boil we should have lanced in 2007 has been fed with more and more borrowing. There will be no escaping the explosion of rancid, putrid pus.
With a bit of luck, the Tories will implode after a fourth successive election defeat. Furious at not getting their chance to manipulate the levers of power, their MPs will get shot of Cameron and descend into a mess of internecine warfare for the future of the party. Schisms, splits, and new parties a plenty.
This generation of voters will finally see the consequences of Labour's fantasy economics and consign them to four consecutive terms of electoral defeat at which point they will also implode.
With a bit of luck, Parliament will become not a see-saw, but an endless roundabout of squabbling, petty non-achievers. Completely powerless to follow any agenda, with MPs much more beholden to the electorate, the House will simply become an irrelevance until principled politics makes a return.
And maybe, just maybe, when people have five years of proof that no meaningful government doesn't entail the end of the world, people will finally understand the libertarianism will return their dignity and their self-respect and make a genuine community, unlike any of the nonsensical "communitarian" political models.
Perhaps DING's utter, utter uselessness may eventually have a good outcome. In my dreams.
Thoughts on the candidacy of Old Holborn
I don't think many people have been sparring with Old Holborn as long as I have. And lest anyone feels that's a preamble to a hagiography, let me state from the outset that I think he's a blowhard and self-aggrandizing media whore in the making.
Having been on the receiving end of one his attempts to drum up business and having dozens of quotes in my High Praise widget from window lickers who seem to regard him as some sort of Messiah, I don't think it's petty or spiteful of me to say that it's unlikely that we'll ever be bosom buddies.
But for all that, I do admire his achievements: he has made his blog into a serious player in a very short time - and kept it there; he's stuck the word "libertarian" into hundreds, perhaps thousands of minds, even if they haven't quite grasped that it's not synonymous with "Daily Mail reader" yet; he's launched an annual anti-parliamentary pride march; he's protested at troughing MPs, righteously got a man out of prison (with a lot of help from his friends, to be sure!) and now he's stuck his head above the parapet as a candidate for the Whore of all Parliaments in the coming general election.
You may mock those achievements as meaningless or paltry, but I would ask you: what are your achievements in promoting what you believe in? Convincing fellow-believers of your wit and erudition counts for nought, I'm afraid.
For all the bitching that we do about the whores in Parliament, it's true that almost none of us would ever dream of taking that enormous leap to actually stand up and try convince the electorate of what we believe.
So, even though I don't like him, I do have to concede a grudging amount of respect and admiration for him.
For all that I can't imagine people will take a masked candidate seriously, for all that I have significant differences of opinion with Old Holborn over many things, for all that I've directed invective at him over the years (and meant it very sincerely at the time!) and even for all that I don't agree with all of the Jury team's policies and alliances, I still have to say that I hope that he gets in, because I'm sure he will be an enormous, insufferable, arrogant, unbearable pain in the arse for "consensus politics".
And that is why I think the anti-LibLabCon blogosphere should not regard his candidacy as risible or undesirable, but rather launch him straight up the nose of the rotting carcass of democracy.
So, if you live in the Cambridge constituency and you are as sick and tired as I am of same old tired, ineffectual, statist shite in politics today, please vote for the cunt.
Plus, if he's fucking around in Parliament all the time, maybe the rest of us can get a shot at his Wikio slot.
Having been on the receiving end of one his attempts to drum up business and having dozens of quotes in my High Praise widget from window lickers who seem to regard him as some sort of Messiah, I don't think it's petty or spiteful of me to say that it's unlikely that we'll ever be bosom buddies.
But for all that, I do admire his achievements: he has made his blog into a serious player in a very short time - and kept it there; he's stuck the word "libertarian" into hundreds, perhaps thousands of minds, even if they haven't quite grasped that it's not synonymous with "Daily Mail reader" yet; he's launched an annual anti-parliamentary pride march; he's protested at troughing MPs, righteously got a man out of prison (with a lot of help from his friends, to be sure!) and now he's stuck his head above the parapet as a candidate for the Whore of all Parliaments in the coming general election.
You may mock those achievements as meaningless or paltry, but I would ask you: what are your achievements in promoting what you believe in? Convincing fellow-believers of your wit and erudition counts for nought, I'm afraid.
For all the bitching that we do about the whores in Parliament, it's true that almost none of us would ever dream of taking that enormous leap to actually stand up and try convince the electorate of what we believe.
So, even though I don't like him, I do have to concede a grudging amount of respect and admiration for him.
For all that I can't imagine people will take a masked candidate seriously, for all that I have significant differences of opinion with Old Holborn over many things, for all that I've directed invective at him over the years (and meant it very sincerely at the time!) and even for all that I don't agree with all of the Jury team's policies and alliances, I still have to say that I hope that he gets in, because I'm sure he will be an enormous, insufferable, arrogant, unbearable pain in the arse for "consensus politics".
And that is why I think the anti-LibLabCon blogosphere should not regard his candidacy as risible or undesirable, but rather launch him straight up the nose of the rotting carcass of democracy.
So, if you live in the Cambridge constituency and you are as sick and tired as I am of same old tired, ineffectual, statist shite in politics today, please vote for the cunt.
Plus, if he's fucking around in Parliament all the time, maybe the rest of us can get a shot at his Wikio slot.
Thursday, 25 March 2010
Quote of the picoseptosecond
John and I are not worthy because we are gay blokes sucking men off in toilets
-- Kevin Boatang*
*I accept there may be a bit of missing context in this specific quote.
The going rate
Mark Wadsworth shows that a) the Tories are no fucking different, b) Byers was charging the going rate and c) Tim "Green but Dim" Yeo is a weapons-grade cunt.
I agree
Just fuck off, Mr Whiney Moany. Do you have any fucking idea how much it costs to lay cable, you fucktard?
Quote of the deminanosecond
There’s anger… and incredulity about their stupidity… getting suckered by a sting like this.
-- Jack Straw
Welcome to the UKSSR!
It's official:
There's fucked. There's really fucked. There's Gordon Brown fucked.
And then there's this.
Like the man says:
And the government is now spending more than we earn.
We are so fucked.
Britain's government sector is now bigger than its private sector. It accounts for 52.1% of Gross Domestic Product according to the OECD – the highest since the organisation's records began. Sure, government was even bigger in the early 1940s, but then at least we were fighting a war to save Europe from Nazi dictatorship. There is no such excuse this time.
In 1900, the government was a mere 15% of the economy. It was given a boost by World War I, but for most of the interwar years it remained in the 20%-30% range. After World War II it stayed below 40% until Harold Wilson's 1964-70 Labour government broke that barrier, and now Gordon Brown has taken it through the next.
There's fucked. There's really fucked. There's Gordon Brown fucked.
And then there's this.
Like the man says:
The trouble is that governments spend other people's money.
And the government is now spending more than we earn.
We are so fucked.
Wednesday, 24 March 2010
Jesus fucking wept again!
What? The? Fuck?
What utter fucking cunts rule us?
INCREASE IN PUBLIC SPENDING NEXT YEAR OF 2.2%!!! Labour will never cut, if they win the election its IMF time for sure now. Fantasy of pretending that after next year there will be huge spending cuts which are not being announced or even mentioned yet.
What utter fucking cunts rule us?
Quote of the septonanosecond
Shows what a poor condition our economy is in that an overspend of £160bn - 12% of GDP, unprecedented in our peacetime history - is regarded as some kind of triumph.
-- Fraser Nelson
Climate Cunts
So, the CRU was caught lying about and manipulating numbers that "prove" global warming. The University of East Angular decided to put this chap in charge of the investigation:
Also:
Which he failed to list in his Lords' Register of Interests.
I'm sure he's entirely objective, aren't you?
Lord Oxburgh is President of the Carbon Capture and Storage Association, and Chairman of Falck Renewables, a wind energy company.
Also:
Oxburgh is also a director of GLOBE, the Global Legislators Organisation for a Balanced Environment.
Which he failed to list in his Lords' Register of Interests.
In the House of Lords Register of Lords' Interests, Oxburgh lists under remunerated directorships his chairmanship of Falck Renewables, and chairmanship of Blue NG, a renewable power company. (Oxburgh holds no shares in Falck Renewables, and serves as a non-exec chairman.) He also declares that he is an advisor to Climate Change Capital, to the Low Carbon Initiative, Evo-Electric, Fujitsu, and an environmental advisor to Deutsche Bank.
I'm sure he's entirely objective, aren't you?
One rule for us...
... it's the same the world over:
It's cunts all the way down, clearly.
But seriously, if this fucking "Obamacare" is all fucking that, why are the motherfuckers who wrote the bill exempting themselves from it?
And why do cunts let them get the fuck away with this shit?
For as long as the political fight took over the past year, the abbreviated review process on the health care legislation currently pending on President Obama’s desk is unquestionably going to result in some surprises — as happens with any piece of mashed-up legislation — both for the congressmen who voted for it and for the American people.
One such surprise is found on page 158 of the legislation, which appears to create a carveout for senior staff members in the leadership offices and on congressional committees, essentially exempting those senior Democrat staffers who wrote the bill from being forced to purchase health care plans in the same way as other Americans.
It's cunts all the way down, clearly.
But seriously, if this fucking "Obamacare" is all fucking that, why are the motherfuckers who wrote the bill exempting themselves from it?
And why do cunts let them get the fuck away with this shit?
The duplicity of party politicians
I've come to the conclusion that any politician in the mainstream parties are cunts, plain and simple. I'd been prepared to cut Redwood, Hannan and Carswell some slack, but really, they aren't any different. When I once taxed Redwood for endorsing Cameron's lunatic "more of the same" politics, he mumbled something about "sharing the proceeds of growth", which really is nothing other than limp social democracy. I've had a go at Carswell for something similar, and the latest idol to show us his clay feet is Daniel Hannan:
He then goes on in his usual educated and erudite way to toss some classic verbiage out. Which is all good and well, but really, Hannan is at one end of a very, very broad church and Cameron is at the opposite end. Hannan's endorsement of policies and an approach to government he clearly doesn't believe in, shows him to be just another professional politician who is quite happy to subsume his principles and beliefs for access to the greasy pole of power.
Cunts, cunts and thrice cunts.
Vote for David Cameron, says murdered Jacobin
He then goes on in his usual educated and erudite way to toss some classic verbiage out. Which is all good and well, but really, Hannan is at one end of a very, very broad church and Cameron is at the opposite end. Hannan's endorsement of policies and an approach to government he clearly doesn't believe in, shows him to be just another professional politician who is quite happy to subsume his principles and beliefs for access to the greasy pole of power.
Cunts, cunts and thrice cunts.
Tuesday, 23 March 2010
Why would they?
A curious observation in the Speccie:
Why would they? The entire history of this unprincipled, mendacious, corrupt and above all, shameless iteration of the Labour Party has been one of brazen "fuck-the-voter"-ism. Mandelson survived two scandals that would have put any previous politician in the shitter for ever, and now he's fucking running the show, collecting fucking titles like some people collect stamps!
So really, why would Byers do anything but laugh it off and accept it as Brown's slap on the wrist for being disloyal and carry on stealing OUR FUCKING MONEY!
Update: The Daily Mash:
What is even more remarkable to me is how they have reacted since their words became public. It is remarkable that an MP who has stooped so low as to describe himself as a sort of cab for hire has not instantly resigned and slunk away in shame.
Why would they? The entire history of this unprincipled, mendacious, corrupt and above all, shameless iteration of the Labour Party has been one of brazen "fuck-the-voter"-ism. Mandelson survived two scandals that would have put any previous politician in the shitter for ever, and now he's fucking running the show, collecting fucking titles like some people collect stamps!
So really, why would Byers do anything but laugh it off and accept it as Brown's slap on the wrist for being disloyal and carry on stealing OUR FUCKING MONEY!
Update: The Daily Mash:
The scandal could damage Labour's election campaign by undermining the party's hard-won reputation as wise and principled public servants who have always put the country before their own political or financial interests.
Deniers!
What a load of old shite:
Hurrah! Left Bollock Backward (who I'm really not going to grace with a link for this shit) continues to promote the meme that only lunatics, fascists and Nazis "deny" climate change.
And I must admit that I had been surprised by the ASA breaking ranks over AGW, but as another bunch of loonies (LabourLost, who I'm also not fucking linking to, fuck 'em, they've never linked to me!) quoted in the article shows that they haven't really:
So, no, there never was any cause to celebrate, the ASA is still firmly in the AGW camp and we can forget about these fuckers ever stopping the sucking of green cock. It might be interesting to see where the ASA's pensions are invested ...
a systematic campaign by neo-fascist climate-denying BNP supporters seems to have achieved just what it wanted. To sum up, the BNP campaigned against these ads and the ASA did what the BNP were calling for.
Hurrah! Left Bollock Backward (who I'm really not going to grace with a link for this shit) continues to promote the meme that only lunatics, fascists and Nazis "deny" climate change.
And I must admit that I had been surprised by the ASA breaking ranks over AGW, but as another bunch of loonies (LabourLost, who I'm also not fucking linking to, fuck 'em, they've never linked to me!) quoted in the article shows that they haven't really:
... the ASA actually threw out 9 out of the 10 objections placed by the climate changes deniers. They agreed with DECC that “there was extremely strong evidence for human induced climate change whereas no national or international bodies with climate science expertise disagreed”, that "over 40% of the CO2 was coming from ordinary every day things like keeping houses warm and driving cars" was unlikely to mislead, and that “the story-book images of a dried up UK river bed and a flooded UK town and the mention of "awful heat waves" and "terrible storms and floods" was a narrative about what could happen in the UK in the future, given the scientific projections based on current trends and unlikely to mislead”.
Out of the 10 points made by the climate change deniers, the only one that was upheld related to the precise level of certainty behind predictions of extreme weather events in the UK, and whether the words “ will become“ imply a 90%, 66% or 50% likelihood.
So, no, there never was any cause to celebrate, the ASA is still firmly in the AGW camp and we can forget about these fuckers ever stopping the sucking of green cock. It might be interesting to see where the ASA's pensions are invested ...
Monday, 22 March 2010
Ebay ad of the week
Attention Teenage Drug Dealers/Low Life & Oxygen Thieves
If you think you've saved enough benefit from your 4 children before your 20, this could be the answer to your prayers.
A proper bastardised, chaved up Skippy mobile if ever there was. Enhance your street cred at the local drive thru burger joint or council estate shop front no end with this utterly tacky converted little Renault Clio. Not your Gran's idea of a lift to town, granted, but a fantastic opportunity to increase 3 fold your class A drug selling ability. This is the car you need boys. The punters will flock to the window for your home grown skunk and other illegal substances. you just ain't gonna look out of place in this little beauty! Now I've made sure the tax ran out last November, so there is a big pat on your scrawny little backs already.
Dig out yer favourite unwashed "Umbro" hoodie and come cast your shifty little eyes on this. Ideal for the "Street Pharmacist" and other suitably attired twats. Your gonna need a baseball cap with this beauty, ideally one that comes with no fitting instructions. Heaven forbid you should put it on the right way. What better way to compliment your stolen Nike Air Max trainers than to be seen dangling a foot outta this pocket rocket.
Worried about the Babylon spotting ya, no need. Car comes fully equipped with proper blacked out gangster glass on the side windows. Hell, you could even fill the back up with yer ugly chav kids and knowone'd see 'em. doesn't get much better boys. Ah, but it does. It does. To show your complete and utter lack of taste and knowledge of the motor car you'll also find the ridiculous rock hard lowered suspension to your taste as well. Why not get a step closer to Gran's inheritance by offering her a lift in ya new "wheels" then taking her down the post Office flat out over the speed humps round your estate and hopefully knocking the spine out of her? Might need 2 laps but god damn them single teenage mums smoking Marlboro Lights outside the chippy will be impressed fella's. You know that they like a ride like this. Turn up the Alpine Head Unit, stick in your favourite and incomprehensible "Drum & Bass" Cd and the throbbing out the 6x9 parcel shelf will have them pregnant in no time.
To complete the proper drug dealer look, a tasteless stripe has been fitted from the front to the rear. Finished in "Air Max" white it really doesn't complement the car in any shape or form. Rather like you and your Brethren spitting on the floor constantly. Completely needless but you think it makes a statement about you. You'll also enjoy the totally pointless but ridiculously noisy after market air filter. About as helpful as a fart in an astronaut suit, but hell, you didn't get where you are today by being helpful, did you?
I'm quite sad to see the thing go really. There is nothing more pleasurable to me at 41 than to drive round in this bit of shit and look a complete prick. I'd much rather hand the opportunity to you work shy crack head council tenants any day. This little set of wheels is gonna let the other hoodies know you've made it. cocaine and skunk selling is never gonna get any easier for the lucky buyer of this car. I might have a deal on a couple of gram's of smack or coke, but ideally I'd need to get a serious drug habit before hand. Perhaps someone could help? You can pay in cash or wraps, I'm easy really. Bring along your mums credit card or one that your mate has cloned down the petrol station. If it is going to be hard cash, please ensure it is discretely hidden in a used Tesco carrier bag, and you have folded one £20 note around 4 others. Makes counting so much easier.
For any female buyer I'm offering a free Tatoo of something utterly meaninless to go in the middle of your lower back. If you haven't already got your "Tramp Stamp" that is.
If your an under-age drink driver, or under-age driver for that matter, this little beauty really isn't going to attract the attention of the local constabulary at all. you'll drift pass any patrol car effortlessly. Make sure there is at least 6 of you in the car though, Splif in hand. If your driving, have another swig from your 2 litre plastic "LIDL" brand cider as you nonchalantly flip the bird to the passing police patrol. Head off for the nearest estate for some tyre screeching fun. They ain't never gonna take you alive in this.
The car does like a good rev in the morning at any unsocial hour. Neighbours will love it and feel proud to live in the same road. don't forget to rev the pants off of it at all junctions and roundabouts as well. This really will increase the length of your manhood no end. your virginity is gonna be a thing of the past when the babes see you in this "fanny magnet". You can almost bet your last eighth of puff your gonna get laid. Hell, might even get a few STD's as well. your gonna get a proper bird with this motor.
For the disqualified driver I'll even offer to recover it from outside the local Magistrates or police station. What better way to impress the local Judicial system in one final act of defiance before collecting your ASBO?
Don't let the frivolous matter of actually holding a current, valid drivers licence and insurance put you off this bargain. A visit to your local crack house should procure some documentation from as little as fifty quid.
Nuff said, innit.
Massive respeck!
Tip of the clown wig to the Fact Compiler
If you think you've saved enough benefit from your 4 children before your 20, this could be the answer to your prayers.
A proper bastardised, chaved up Skippy mobile if ever there was. Enhance your street cred at the local drive thru burger joint or council estate shop front no end with this utterly tacky converted little Renault Clio. Not your Gran's idea of a lift to town, granted, but a fantastic opportunity to increase 3 fold your class A drug selling ability. This is the car you need boys. The punters will flock to the window for your home grown skunk and other illegal substances. you just ain't gonna look out of place in this little beauty! Now I've made sure the tax ran out last November, so there is a big pat on your scrawny little backs already.
Dig out yer favourite unwashed "Umbro" hoodie and come cast your shifty little eyes on this. Ideal for the "Street Pharmacist" and other suitably attired twats. Your gonna need a baseball cap with this beauty, ideally one that comes with no fitting instructions. Heaven forbid you should put it on the right way. What better way to compliment your stolen Nike Air Max trainers than to be seen dangling a foot outta this pocket rocket.
Worried about the Babylon spotting ya, no need. Car comes fully equipped with proper blacked out gangster glass on the side windows. Hell, you could even fill the back up with yer ugly chav kids and knowone'd see 'em. doesn't get much better boys. Ah, but it does. It does. To show your complete and utter lack of taste and knowledge of the motor car you'll also find the ridiculous rock hard lowered suspension to your taste as well. Why not get a step closer to Gran's inheritance by offering her a lift in ya new "wheels" then taking her down the post Office flat out over the speed humps round your estate and hopefully knocking the spine out of her? Might need 2 laps but god damn them single teenage mums smoking Marlboro Lights outside the chippy will be impressed fella's. You know that they like a ride like this. Turn up the Alpine Head Unit, stick in your favourite and incomprehensible "Drum & Bass" Cd and the throbbing out the 6x9 parcel shelf will have them pregnant in no time.
To complete the proper drug dealer look, a tasteless stripe has been fitted from the front to the rear. Finished in "Air Max" white it really doesn't complement the car in any shape or form. Rather like you and your Brethren spitting on the floor constantly. Completely needless but you think it makes a statement about you. You'll also enjoy the totally pointless but ridiculously noisy after market air filter. About as helpful as a fart in an astronaut suit, but hell, you didn't get where you are today by being helpful, did you?
I'm quite sad to see the thing go really. There is nothing more pleasurable to me at 41 than to drive round in this bit of shit and look a complete prick. I'd much rather hand the opportunity to you work shy crack head council tenants any day. This little set of wheels is gonna let the other hoodies know you've made it. cocaine and skunk selling is never gonna get any easier for the lucky buyer of this car. I might have a deal on a couple of gram's of smack or coke, but ideally I'd need to get a serious drug habit before hand. Perhaps someone could help? You can pay in cash or wraps, I'm easy really. Bring along your mums credit card or one that your mate has cloned down the petrol station. If it is going to be hard cash, please ensure it is discretely hidden in a used Tesco carrier bag, and you have folded one £20 note around 4 others. Makes counting so much easier.
For any female buyer I'm offering a free Tatoo of something utterly meaninless to go in the middle of your lower back. If you haven't already got your "Tramp Stamp" that is.
If your an under-age drink driver, or under-age driver for that matter, this little beauty really isn't going to attract the attention of the local constabulary at all. you'll drift pass any patrol car effortlessly. Make sure there is at least 6 of you in the car though, Splif in hand. If your driving, have another swig from your 2 litre plastic "LIDL" brand cider as you nonchalantly flip the bird to the passing police patrol. Head off for the nearest estate for some tyre screeching fun. They ain't never gonna take you alive in this.
The car does like a good rev in the morning at any unsocial hour. Neighbours will love it and feel proud to live in the same road. don't forget to rev the pants off of it at all junctions and roundabouts as well. This really will increase the length of your manhood no end. your virginity is gonna be a thing of the past when the babes see you in this "fanny magnet". You can almost bet your last eighth of puff your gonna get laid. Hell, might even get a few STD's as well. your gonna get a proper bird with this motor.
For the disqualified driver I'll even offer to recover it from outside the local Magistrates or police station. What better way to impress the local Judicial system in one final act of defiance before collecting your ASBO?
Don't let the frivolous matter of actually holding a current, valid drivers licence and insurance put you off this bargain. A visit to your local crack house should procure some documentation from as little as fifty quid.
Nuff said, innit.
Massive respeck!
Tip of the clown wig to the Fact Compiler
Somewhat missing the point?
Lord, but the BBC is useless:
You don't think it might just possibly be a case of New Labour's thousands of new laws that we can now break without knowing they exist that might have something to do with it? Or its policy of persecuting with such extraordinary vigour "crimes" against the fascist state while ignoring crimes against the person?
Or does that not fit into left-wing narrative, you utter cunts?
Update: a couple of points I should have made:
If you want to know what happens to criminals - look at the graph above. And it's the sudden sharp upward line during the 1990s that explains one of the major challenges for the current government - and whoever walks into the Ministry of Justice after the general election.
You don't think it might just possibly be a case of New Labour's thousands of new laws that we can now break without knowing they exist that might have something to do with it? Or its policy of persecuting with such extraordinary vigour "crimes" against the fascist state while ignoring crimes against the person?
Or does that not fit into left-wing narrative, you utter cunts?
Update: a couple of points I should have made:
- The population of the UK has only gone up by around 50% since 1940, so crime has gone up a lot more than population growth.
- I have very little doubt that at least some of the crime escalation that has taken place under New Labour has something to do with the reckless immigration that they have encouraged.
Liar, liar, pants on Byers
I first read about this atrocity on Anna Raccoon, so a tip of the old wig-aroonie to her:
Quite so.
And really, doesn't this sort of shit for ever and ever undo the cunto di tutti cunti's assertion that New Labour would be "whiter than white"? Is this not exactly the same shit that we saw from the Tories just before their complete implosion?
I can really only imagine that the only reason the Tories aren't miles ahead in the polls is that people remember that they were exactly the same. And if you think the LimpDumbs are going to be any different, you're sadly mistaken.
It's time to reject all three the main parties resoundingly at the polls.
They are all cunts.
Stephen Byers, former trade and transport secretary, was secretly recorded offering himself “like a sort of cab for hire” for up £5,000 a day. He also suggested bringing Tony Blair to meet clients.
You might expect the Labour whips to be horrified at this evidence of the corruption at the heart of Nu-Labour, no chance!
After conferring with the whips, his ‘friends’ came out with this statement.“he had effectively lied throughout his meeting.”
A Labour source said last night: There is no suggestion that they have broken the rules in any way, and they would rebut any such suggestion.
“There is no suggestion that they have broken the rules in any way……” if lying in order to earn extra money from your position as an ex-Minister is not against the rules, then it should be.
Quite so.
And really, doesn't this sort of shit for ever and ever undo the cunto di tutti cunti's assertion that New Labour would be "whiter than white"? Is this not exactly the same shit that we saw from the Tories just before their complete implosion?
I can really only imagine that the only reason the Tories aren't miles ahead in the polls is that people remember that they were exactly the same. And if you think the LimpDumbs are going to be any different, you're sadly mistaken.
It's time to reject all three the main parties resoundingly at the polls.
They are all cunts.
Sunday, 21 March 2010
In praise of Lord Ashcroft
With all the vilification of Ashcroft going on, I thought I'd offer a brief and different perspective. As far as I can tell, Ashcroft's businesses are all legitimately based in the Caribbean. He is not doing anything illegal or contrary to the tax code.
At the same time as he is legally minimising the money he pays to this profligate and useless government (and the useless and profligate governments that preceded it!) he still finds the time and pocket depth to fund charities that he believes are important and education in the UK -- with his own money.
Also, quite unlike many other rich Lords, he hasn't been sticking his hand into the taxpayer's pocket for fraudulent "expenses" (as far as we know, and I'm pretty damn sure Labour would have been all over him if he had!)
Now, as far as I can tell, the business of him being a non-dom is also entirely irrelevant. It's not illegal and frankly, I have no idea why people think it's an issue. Ask any ex-pat from any country in any of their new domiciles whether they still have a keen interest in the homeland and almost all of them will. So it's not unnatural for Ashcroft to be interested in UK politics even if he has no business interests here.
As far as I can see, Ashcroft is doing nothing that is morally different from you or I taking the full benefit of the pitiful tax-free allowance that Gordon deigns to give us all.
He may have faults, he may be a closet ogre, he may be a fool for supporting the Tories rather than LPUK, but his tax affairs are not any reason to vilify him and he does have many praiseworthy qualities.
At the same time as he is legally minimising the money he pays to this profligate and useless government (and the useless and profligate governments that preceded it!) he still finds the time and pocket depth to fund charities that he believes are important and education in the UK -- with his own money.
Also, quite unlike many other rich Lords, he hasn't been sticking his hand into the taxpayer's pocket for fraudulent "expenses" (as far as we know, and I'm pretty damn sure Labour would have been all over him if he had!)
Now, as far as I can tell, the business of him being a non-dom is also entirely irrelevant. It's not illegal and frankly, I have no idea why people think it's an issue. Ask any ex-pat from any country in any of their new domiciles whether they still have a keen interest in the homeland and almost all of them will. So it's not unnatural for Ashcroft to be interested in UK politics even if he has no business interests here.
As far as I can see, Ashcroft is doing nothing that is morally different from you or I taking the full benefit of the pitiful tax-free allowance that Gordon deigns to give us all.
He may have faults, he may be a closet ogre, he may be a fool for supporting the Tories rather than LPUK, but his tax affairs are not any reason to vilify him and he does have many praiseworthy qualities.
Saturday, 20 March 2010
Quote of the day
I plan to have my body stuffed with tobacco and then get cremated. Then I want my ashes thrown into the faces of the people on my list so I can get right up their noses, one last time.
-- Leg-Iron
Illuminati-alikes
I'm very sceptical about conspiracy theories - mostly I believe in unfortunate confluences of events and general deficiencies in attitude rather than shadowy überlords planning to take over the world. For one thing, there are so bloody many of them: freemasons, Bildebergers, Illuminati, Knights Templar, Rosicrucians, etc., etc.
The second thing is that I know a couple of masons and they are all painfully decent, horrifyingly nice people. Even those that seem to be fairly big cheeses. I don't knowingly know any members of other conspiracy-alikes, so I can't really comment on the rest of them.
One shadowy conspiracy group that is frequently mentioned in the UK is "Common Purpose". I looked at their website and didn't really see any indication of their Marxist, paedophile aims in the FAQ's. What seems to get people wound up is that Common Purpose meetings operate under "Chatham House rules", much like any organisation that might want to have "free and frank" discussions without dumping people in the shit.
It seems to me that the people who rail on about these "shadowy" groups seem to really hate the idea that people might want to have off-the-record meetings. It also seems to me that encountering one person from these groups who is a cunt tars every other member of these groups with the same brush, rather than accepting that you might have some utter shits in any group and some other very nice people in the same group.
But one thing that seems very common is that people who attack these groups come across as froot-loops and nutter-whackjobs of the very highest order. Every video I've seen so far attacking Common Purpose seems to be presented by someone who wants to be seen as the next David Icke.
This is all a long-winded way around of asking a question: does anyone know of a rational reason to object to Common Purpose that doesn't require me to believe that every member of CP is a lizard-man paedophile rapist of nuns?
The second thing is that I know a couple of masons and they are all painfully decent, horrifyingly nice people. Even those that seem to be fairly big cheeses. I don't knowingly know any members of other conspiracy-alikes, so I can't really comment on the rest of them.
One shadowy conspiracy group that is frequently mentioned in the UK is "Common Purpose". I looked at their website and didn't really see any indication of their Marxist, paedophile aims in the FAQ's. What seems to get people wound up is that Common Purpose meetings operate under "Chatham House rules", much like any organisation that might want to have "free and frank" discussions without dumping people in the shit.
It seems to me that the people who rail on about these "shadowy" groups seem to really hate the idea that people might want to have off-the-record meetings. It also seems to me that encountering one person from these groups who is a cunt tars every other member of these groups with the same brush, rather than accepting that you might have some utter shits in any group and some other very nice people in the same group.
But one thing that seems very common is that people who attack these groups come across as froot-loops and nutter-whackjobs of the very highest order. Every video I've seen so far attacking Common Purpose seems to be presented by someone who wants to be seen as the next David Icke.
This is all a long-winded way around of asking a question: does anyone know of a rational reason to object to Common Purpose that doesn't require me to believe that every member of CP is a lizard-man paedophile rapist of nuns?
Friday, 19 March 2010
For John Mann, MP
Via Rantin' Rab:
Tell me about the money, John
John Mann MP gets a bit touchy when he asked about an expenses repayment he made of £2,395.02
He says he claimed it on the wrong forms, and can't be arsed to reclaim it.
Every time somebody asks him about it, they're threatened with a libel action.
So, how about it, John, sue me if you like, but tell me what the money was for.
Tell me about the money, John
John Mann MP gets a bit touchy when he asked about an expenses repayment he made of £2,395.02
He says he claimed it on the wrong forms, and can't be arsed to reclaim it.
Every time somebody asks him about it, they're threatened with a libel action.
So, how about it, John, sue me if you like, but tell me what the money was for.
Regulators!
Via Samizdata, I found this delightful exposition of precisely why strict planning permission is such a bad thing: Western Australia has a population of 2.2 million. It has a land area of 2.6 million square kilometers. The United Kingdom has a population approximately 30 times that of Western Australia and Western Australia is about 12 times the size of
And let's face it, the UK is not known for its laxity when it comes to giving planning permission.
No, despite the cries of people for "balanced libertarianism", it's clear to me that if you can't do what you like with your own land, then you are just benefiting the haves and denying the have-nots.
Will he now?
I thought that useless cockwipe Bercow was going to stop this kind of shit:
Will, will, fucking will. Why the cunting fuck is the useless sack of fucking shit going to fucking bother when the fucking papers and the fucking BBC have fucking already fucking published every fucking thing the fucking fucker is going to fucking say?
Enough of this fucking shit already you lazy fucking cunts. Stop leaking your fucking speeches in advance!
Black fathers need to become more involved with their children to help tackle social problems among young people, a government minister will say.
...will tell...
...he will say...
...will also...
...he will say...
Mr Lammy will...
Will, will, fucking will. Why the cunting fuck is the useless sack of fucking shit going to fucking bother when the fucking papers and the fucking BBC have fucking already fucking published every fucking thing the fucking fucker is going to fucking say?
Enough of this fucking shit already you lazy fucking cunts. Stop leaking your fucking speeches in advance!
Eye watering!
Jesus Christ!
Tip of the clown wig to someone I never thought could be quite so gross...
For Fuck's Sake!
Christ on a trike! I have this recurring dream where the fucking front door bell rings. I then leap out of bed and go to the door, at which point I realise it was a fucking dream.
So now I'm fucking awake.
So now I'm fucking awake.
Thursday, 18 March 2010
Busted ... again!
Pisces (20 FEB-20 MAR)
Spring is definitely in the air as you spray your colleagues' desks with your pungent urine and strut up and down in front of the large-breasted temp, ostentatiously displaying the lining of your new jacket.
Spring is definitely in the air as you spray your colleagues' desks with your pungent urine and strut up and down in front of the large-breasted temp, ostentatiously displaying the lining of your new jacket.
Oh, I fucking hope he is...
The Gorgon? On my sofa? With a cup of tea that I've made specially for him? That he will have to drink all the way down, because the cameras will be watching?
Oh yes, please!
Oh yes, please!
Pointless security theatre
John Redwood is right, in his own wry way:
When are the sheeple going to stand up to this pointless, expensive, time-wasting security theatre?
Yesterday was another successful day for anti terrorism. I was especially grateful as I was travelling to and from Manchester by public transport in order to make a speech there. We should not tempt providence or take things for granted. The anti terrorist police and Intelligence services are to be congratulated for all the networks and plots they have intercepted to make us safer.
When are the sheeple going to stand up to this pointless, expensive, time-wasting security theatre?
Wednesday, 17 March 2010
Yawn
Apparently all LimpDumb MPs are white. So the ultra-inclusive, quota-driven cocktards in the Tory Party and the Labour Party have a lovely stick with which to beat them, for their shameful decision not to shoehorn in some token darkies.
Really.
We have a parliament in tatters, thieving MPs in court, a peer caught red-handed and let off by the ultra-politicised CPS, the economy is fucked and people are making capital about some other minor bunch of fuckwits not having any conscripted Asians or blacks in their ranks.
Folks, here's a message for you. If you really think people are equal, irrespective of their skin colour, then having "representative" racial quotas means that you don't really think they're equal. Or you'd just let the best candidate win.
And really, I'd rather be ruled by an efficient bunch of all white men than a useless shower of multi-hued shit. But since "useless multi-hued shower of shit" is the only option on the table, I guess it comes down to the colour of the rosette.
Whoop de fucking do.
Really.
We have a parliament in tatters, thieving MPs in court, a peer caught red-handed and let off by the ultra-politicised CPS, the economy is fucked and people are making capital about some other minor bunch of fuckwits not having any conscripted Asians or blacks in their ranks.
Folks, here's a message for you. If you really think people are equal, irrespective of their skin colour, then having "representative" racial quotas means that you don't really think they're equal. Or you'd just let the best candidate win.
And really, I'd rather be ruled by an efficient bunch of all white men than a useless shower of multi-hued shit. But since "useless multi-hued shower of shit" is the only option on the table, I guess it comes down to the colour of the rosette.
Whoop de fucking do.
Shock! Horror!
Politician says something very sensible:
The whole thing is definitely worth a read, if only to make you wonder how come common sense is so uncommon in the motherfucker of all Parliaments...
The hon. Gentleman has indicated that whatever measures are taken on any of those issues, the zealots will always want to come back for more; they will never, ever be satisfied. I therefore urge the Government to ignore those siren voices and base their decisions on evidence and the real world-and evidence and the real world alone.
The whole thing is definitely worth a read, if only to make you wonder how come common sense is so uncommon in the motherfucker of all Parliaments...
Tuesday, 16 March 2010
Perverse incentives
Feast your eyes on this:
Jesus. 22 fucking years and no-one thought to ask the skaghead about getting off the shit???????
What the fuck are the doctors taking in that place?
OK, so another day, another fuckup by the NHS, nothing exciting there, is there? No, not really. But this caused me to black out from rage:
Just remind about this fucking "safety net" idea again?
Tip of the clown wig to RantinRab.
A DRUG addict from Kilmarnock has been receiving prescription methadone for the past 22 YEARS.
The 38-year-old, who wishes to remain anonymous, told how he was put on the drug at 16 after developing a heroin addiction at the age of just 12.
Amazingly, he claims it wasn’t until January this year that he received correspondence outlining plans to help him become drug-free.
“I’m the first to admit that over the years I could have done more to help myself, but surely it shouldn’t take 22 years on methadone for somebody to look at my file and realise something needs done.
Jesus. 22 fucking years and no-one thought to ask the skaghead about getting off the shit???????
What the fuck are the doctors taking in that place?
OK, so another day, another fuckup by the NHS, nothing exciting there, is there? No, not really. But this caused me to black out from rage:
“The problem as I see it is that there is no real incentive to come off methadone. Often people receive more benefits as they can claim sickness and disability through their drug dependency. So they’re getting more money than the average benefit claimant and, essentially, you’re getting your drugs free.
Just remind about this fucking "safety net" idea again?
Tip of the clown wig to RantinRab.
An astonishing lack of self-awareness
I've only just noticed this:
This is the LibDem election slogan...‘Change That Works For You. Building A Fairer Britain’.
See what they've done there? Combined the Tory and Labour election slogans into one. Isn't that what people hate about politics currently? No originality, and all three parties eating off the same electoral carcass.
-- Iain Dale (!!!)
Monday, 15 March 2010
Obo's election manifesto: Anti-social behaviour
Two of the most egregious forms of anti-social behaviour are related: uncollected dog shit and litter.
In order to prove that libertarians do care about "common goods", I've decided to outline my policies on this. Anyone caught not cleaning up after their fucking dogs will suffer the following punishment for their crimes:
First offence: nose of the owner rubbed in the dog shit.
Second offence: owner forced to eat the shit while being sodomised by a Great Dane.
Third offence: owner peeled and rolled in a 50/50 mix of salt and fresh dog shit.
Fourth offence: double tap - no more Mr Nice Guy.
Similarly, anyone caught littering will suffer the following punishment:
First offence: clean up an entire block of the neighbourhood with your bare hands. You will provide your own plastic bags and carry all the waste to the local dump yourself.
Second offence: as above, but naked and the streets lined with jeering school kids.
Third offence: peeled and rolled in a 50/50 mix of salt and broken glass.
Fourth offence: double tap - no more Mr Nice Guy.
I feel that these firm but measured responses to people simply not respecting those around them will work wonders in improving community spirit.
In order to prove that libertarians do care about "common goods", I've decided to outline my policies on this. Anyone caught not cleaning up after their fucking dogs will suffer the following punishment for their crimes:
First offence: nose of the owner rubbed in the dog shit.
Second offence: owner forced to eat the shit while being sodomised by a Great Dane.
Third offence: owner peeled and rolled in a 50/50 mix of salt and fresh dog shit.
Fourth offence: double tap - no more Mr Nice Guy.
Similarly, anyone caught littering will suffer the following punishment:
First offence: clean up an entire block of the neighbourhood with your bare hands. You will provide your own plastic bags and carry all the waste to the local dump yourself.
Second offence: as above, but naked and the streets lined with jeering school kids.
Third offence: peeled and rolled in a 50/50 mix of salt and broken glass.
Fourth offence: double tap - no more Mr Nice Guy.
I feel that these firm but measured responses to people simply not respecting those around them will work wonders in improving community spirit.
Sunday, 14 March 2010
Cheeses wept!
This cuntry really is a gutless shit pit of pussywhipped cocksniffers, isn't it?
Useless cunts.One of the UK's oldest traditional events has been killed off this year after falling victim to health and safety concerns.
The annual cheese rolling-race, which sees contestants tumble 200 yards down a steep Cotswold hill to try to catch an 8lb Double Gloucester, is to be cancelled for the first time in its 200-year history.
Organisers claim the ancient May Bank Holiday event, held on Cooper’s Hill in Brockworth, Gloucester, has become ‘too popular’ and that the local authorities ‘couldn’t cope’.
Saturday, 13 March 2010
Phrase of the day
Fresh from the concept of Potemkin blogging, another of Anna Raccoon's commentards has come up with a belter: the idiot census.
Ohhh ... what a relief to read these words!
Shit happens.
Fresh from his rehabilitation of BMW drivers, Mr Clarkson writes a paean of libertarian common sense.
Thank you, sir!
Happy Birthday to me.
Pisces (20 FEB-20 MAR)
Got some worthless opinions you want to share? Why not stick them on the internet under a piece of correctly spelled and punctuated prose which has been written by someone who has actually thought about it? You're just so clever and articulate. Will you marry me?
Fucking hell, how accurate is that?
Got some worthless opinions you want to share? Why not stick them on the internet under a piece of correctly spelled and punctuated prose which has been written by someone who has actually thought about it? You're just so clever and articulate. Will you marry me?
Fucking hell, how accurate is that?
Friday, 12 March 2010
Holy shit!
The whole article is a cracking read, but this is quite depressing:
Astonishing corroboration that us tin-foil-hat-wearers may not be wrong...
In the meantime, Russia’s main television channel is flying into Manchester to interview Nick Hogan as part of a special investigation* into the totalitarian regime that they see emerging in Europe – Oh! The irony! Post Perestroika Russia sees Britain as an oppressive regime! Was it only yesterday that we were lecturing them on Freedom?
Astonishing corroboration that us tin-foil-hat-wearers may not be wrong...
Too bloody true!
From the comments:
Sack the fucking lot and start again.
As for striking public sector unions; they play a dangerous game - the danger that no one will notice their strike and conclude, rightly, that many of them aren't needed.
Sack the fucking lot and start again.
Yep!
You just know he's right, don't you?
The Gorgon is not one to miss an opportunity to stick it to the Tories, is he?
Everything is under control; Labour have a plan; keep the patient happy this side of the election; and don’t frighten the voters about the horrors to come.Now let’s move to the expected election timetable, which the BBC website sets out. Again, as polling day is certain to be 6 May, it’s all rather obvious.
But wait. We have to consider the mind of short-term tactical Brown.
It's not like him to walk down the path of the all-so-obvious. He will want to wrong-foot the Tories with some trumped-up dividing lines on Budget Day, as well as sending us voters a few morsels to chew on.
The Gorgon is not one to miss an opportunity to stick it to the Tories, is he?
Black Leading Men Movies
I see Five is running a season of movies featuring black male stars. And to be fair, I quite like Snipes, Freeman, Jackson and I can tolerate Will Smith maybe twice a year.
But really, isn't this just another kind of racism? It's discriminating against honkies, kikes, wops, spics, wetbacks, towelheads and curry munchers. If I missed out your race, fuck you anyway, cunt.
AND it's sexist: no hos or bitches, either.
Seriously: why is it acceptable to have a black leading man season and racist to have a white leading man season?
Can somebody please explain this to me?
But really, isn't this just another kind of racism? It's discriminating against honkies, kikes, wops, spics, wetbacks, towelheads and curry munchers. If I missed out your race, fuck you anyway, cunt.
AND it's sexist: no hos or bitches, either.
Seriously: why is it acceptable to have a black leading man season and racist to have a white leading man season?
Can somebody please explain this to me?
Anarchy and Civilisation
Civilisation came before the state. Religion is the precursor of the state. Anarchy is not chaos, the arbitrariness of the state is chaotic.
An uncompromising rebuttal of those who say that society needs the state.
An uncompromising rebuttal of those who say that society needs the state.
Thursday, 11 March 2010
Dear government ...
... can you please help yourselves to a large mug of SHUT THE FUCKING FUCK UP YOU FUCKING CUNTS?
Christ, I fucking hate advert breaks at the best of fucking times, but lately every second fucking advert seems to be some government-funded hectoring, nannying, bullying fucking bossiness.
More than two beers will kill you. Don't smoke. Fit for life. Exercise more. Drive slower. Eat healthy. Don't fuck without contraceptives.
Look you fucking cunts, none of it is fucking working and I'm fucking tired of watching my tax money being spent on fucking propaganda and brainwashing.
SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP.
Stop fucking spunking our money at coke-sniffing TV executives.
You profligate, bullying fucktards.
Christ, I fucking hate advert breaks at the best of fucking times, but lately every second fucking advert seems to be some government-funded hectoring, nannying, bullying fucking bossiness.
More than two beers will kill you. Don't smoke. Fit for life. Exercise more. Drive slower. Eat healthy. Don't fuck without contraceptives.
Look you fucking cunts, none of it is fucking working and I'm fucking tired of watching my tax money being spent on fucking propaganda and brainwashing.
SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP.
Stop fucking spunking our money at coke-sniffing TV executives.
You profligate, bullying fucktards.
Teachers? My fucking arse!
I attended the school parent-teacher evening last night. What a load of managerialist cockwaffle.
The fucking teachers were all like huckstering salesman, promising 100% GCSE passes and "high levels of A to C". As far as I'm concerned, it's all just a sign of how fucked education is. There's certainly no fucking sign of the teachers commanding any respect from the scholars and no sign that the teachers know how to maintain any discipline. Everything is done off the back of a spreadsheet and that, my friends, is exactly why the rest of the cuntry is in such a fucking hole.
The fucking teachers were all like huckstering salesman, promising 100% GCSE passes and "high levels of A to C". As far as I'm concerned, it's all just a sign of how fucked education is. There's certainly no fucking sign of the teachers commanding any respect from the scholars and no sign that the teachers know how to maintain any discipline. Everything is done off the back of a spreadsheet and that, my friends, is exactly why the rest of the cuntry is in such a fucking hole.
Wednesday, 10 March 2010
Fucking NHS CUNTS!
WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?
What fresh cuntery is this, then? The government is dead keen to get our fucking medical records online for what possible reason?
Whatever it is, you just fucking know it's not going to end well for us, don't you?
Patients’ confidential medical records are being placed on a controversial NHS database without their knowledge, doctors’ leaders have warned.
Those who do not wish to have their details on the £11 billion computer system are supposed to be able to opt out by informing health authorities.
But doctors have accused the Government of rushing the project through, meaning that patients have had their details uploaded to the database before they have had a chance to object.
What fresh cuntery is this, then? The government is dead keen to get our fucking medical records online for what possible reason?
Whatever it is, you just fucking know it's not going to end well for us, don't you?
Il Postino
Well, isn't this another monstrous pile of cunt?
Customers? Who gives a fuck about them, eh? And it gets better:
Listen you fucking mongs, why don't you drop the pretence and just wipe your lazy, smelly, fat arses on our post before you shove through the wrong fucking door. Oh, hang on, that's what you do now.
Useless cunts.
Under the terms of a new three year Royal Mail pay deal, which has been criticised for allowing postmen to get paid more for working less, letters and parcels will be delivered one hour later - 3pm in towns and cities and 4pm in the countryside.
Customers? Who gives a fuck about them, eh? And it gets better:
Separately, householders could also be deluged by a blizzard of junk mail after the two sides agreed plans to expand the amount of junk mail which postmen can deliver.
Listen you fucking mongs, why don't you drop the pretence and just wipe your lazy, smelly, fat arses on our post before you shove through the wrong fucking door. Oh, hang on, that's what you do now.
Useless cunts.
I AM Mystic Meg, Bob
Christ, you can smell the testosterone in the union camp, can't you? They've got the Labour party hog-tied spread-eagled over a barrel, a ball-gag in the mouth and the gimp is locked in the other room:
No, you bald-headed fucking blubbery cunt, you're not Mystic Meg. She doesn't look like a fucking badly-packed kebab and you do.
I wouldn't travel anywhere by train over Easter anyway, Bob, because that's when Notwork Rail cunts up the entire railway network by digging the fuck out of it.
But happy striking, you cunts. It will be no fucking loss if the train operating companies go tits up and you fuckers all lose your jobs, you stinking cunts.
And Bob, I genuinely do hope you die an agonizing death. Face cancer would be first prize, but a wrecked train full of RMT "members" would be a fucking delight of irony.
Bob Crow said he wasn't Mystic Meg but he wouldn't book rail travel for Easter.
No, you bald-headed fucking blubbery cunt, you're not Mystic Meg. She doesn't look like a fucking badly-packed kebab and you do.
Easter rail travel is under threat from three industrial disputes which could halt trains in the first national rail strike for 16 years.
Signalmen, maintenance staff and supervisors are all poised to strike in disputes over job losses, pay and changes to working practices.
I wouldn't travel anywhere by train over Easter anyway, Bob, because that's when Notwork Rail cunts up the entire railway network by digging the fuck out of it.
But happy striking, you cunts. It will be no fucking loss if the train operating companies go tits up and you fuckers all lose your jobs, you stinking cunts.
And Bob, I genuinely do hope you die an agonizing death. Face cancer would be first prize, but a wrecked train full of RMT "members" would be a fucking delight of irony.
Tuesday, 9 March 2010
Crystallisation of allowances?
What a load of old cunt:
Jesus fucking Christ. People all around the country are losing their fucking jobs, even the fucking public sector is talking about redundancies and these cunts are getting a raise. And how's this for a fucking slap in the face:
While these useless cocktards are fucking binning our post or stealing the contents thereof, we're getting worse and worse levels of service, more mis-directed fucking mail, more cunting junk mail and fucking paying more for their shoddy workmanship.
In the unlikely event of your seeing an actual postie doing some actual delivery, feel fucking free to ride over the actual cunt.
Actually.
Postal workers who staged a series of strikes in the run-up to Christmas have won a 6.9 per cent pay rise over the next three years.
At a time when both public and private sector workers are braced for little or no increase in forthcoming pay rounds, Royal Mail employees have also won lump sum payments, a shorter working week, the crystallisation of allowances into basic pay and better maternity and paternity terms.
Jesus fucking Christ. People all around the country are losing their fucking jobs, even the fucking public sector is talking about redundancies and these cunts are getting a raise. And how's this for a fucking slap in the face:
Staff will receive a lump sum payment of £400 on ratification of the agreement and another £1,000 linked to delivery of workplace changes.
While these useless cocktards are fucking binning our post or stealing the contents thereof, we're getting worse and worse levels of service, more mis-directed fucking mail, more cunting junk mail and fucking paying more for their shoddy workmanship.
In the unlikely event of your seeing an actual postie doing some actual delivery, feel fucking free to ride over the actual cunt.
Actually.
How different from life here, eh?
Christ on a trike:
Fucking hell. A kid got suspended for pointing a finger at another kid and saying "bang"?
She should put him in the army here. He'd fit right in.
To the little boy's mother, it was just a 6-year-old boy playing around.
But when Mason Jammer, a kindergarten student at Jefferson Elementary in Ionia, curled his fist into the shape of a gun Wednesday and pointed it at another student, school officials said it was no laughing matter.
They suspended Mason until Friday, saying the behavior made other students uncomfortable, said Erin Jammer, Mason's mother.
School officials allege Mason had displayed this kind of behavior for several months, despite numerous warnings.
"I do think it's too harsh for a six-year-old," said Jammer, who was previously warned that if Mason continued the practice he would be suspended. "He's six and he just likes to play."
Jammer says her son isn't violent, and there are other, more effective ways of teaching him not to make a gun with his hand.
"Maybe what you could do is take his recess away," suggested Jammer, adding her son doesn't have toy guns at home.
Fucking hell. A kid got suspended for pointing a finger at another kid and saying "bang"?
She should put him in the army here. He'd fit right in.
Monday, 8 March 2010
Whether the weather be hot...
Ah!
Oh!
So ...
Uh ... So who said this then?
Oh. That would be the same fucking Met Office who can't fucking tell us what the fucking weather is going to do tomorrow?
Short term? As in: the next five minutes, perhaps?
Cunts.
The Met Office is to stop publishing seasonal forecasts, after it came in for criticism for failing to predict extreme weather.
Oh!
So ...
Explaining its decision, the Met Office released a statement which said: "By their nature, forecasts become less accurate the further out we look.
Uh ... So who said this then?
If emissions continue to grow at present rates, CO2 concentration in the atmosphere is likely to reach twice pre-industrial levels by around 2050. Unless we limit emissions, global temperature could rise as much as 7 °C above pre-industrial temperature by the end of the century and push many of the world’s great ecosystems (such as coral reefs and rainforests) to irreversible decline.
Oh. That would be the same fucking Met Office who can't fucking tell us what the fucking weather is going to do tomorrow?
However, it said its short-term forecasts are "extremely accurate".
Short term? As in: the next five minutes, perhaps?
Cunts.
Sunday, 7 March 2010
Saturday, 6 March 2010
Friday, 5 March 2010
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Fucking illiterate mongtarded bastard cunts.
Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose
Gosh, what's next? Kipper ties and flares?
Unions or electricity? Electricity or unions? I wonder what we will decide. How very different the 21st C is going to be.
Thursday, 4 March 2010
Wednesday, 3 March 2010
One Foot in the grave
There are so many kind words for Michael Foot from all corners of the blogosphere. Dale doesn't need the hits, but his is probably the best.
But something stands out for me about this: everyone recognises his decency; and recognises his principles, even when they are completely opposed to them. Everybody has kind things to say about him, even Daniel Hannan. Hell, even the Ranting Penguin had some kind words to say about him! I wonder whether the left will be quite so generous one day when Baroness Thatcher goes? I hope that I'm astonished.
But somehow, I really doubt it.
Update: The Nameless Libertarian is a smart-arsed cunt.
But something stands out for me about this: everyone recognises his decency; and recognises his principles, even when they are completely opposed to them. Everybody has kind things to say about him, even Daniel Hannan. Hell, even the Ranting Penguin had some kind words to say about him! I wonder whether the left will be quite so generous one day when Baroness Thatcher goes? I hope that I'm astonished.
But somehow, I really doubt it.
Update: The Nameless Libertarian is a smart-arsed cunt.
Dispiriting politics
This got me thinking:
Is it just me who then thought: actually, it's quite possible Gordon Brown pulled this shoddy manoeuvre just so that Ashcroft would stay in the headlines again?
And of course, that boot-faced cunt's performance dragging everything round to Ashcroft was so fucking edifying, wasn't it? Yes, Hazel fucking Blears: it's definitely corrosive right-wing bloggers to blame for UK politics's shit reputation.
You utter bunch of useless cunts.
When Gordon Brown pulled out of PMQs this week because of Jacob Zuma’s state visit there was much chortling that he didn’t much fancy PMQs. But I suspect that Labour is rather glad that William Hague is up today; no Tory politician is more central to the Ashcroft peerage than Hague, and Hague’s appearance at the despatch box is Labour’s best chance of taking this story into a third day.
Is it just me who then thought: actually, it's quite possible Gordon Brown pulled this shoddy manoeuvre just so that Ashcroft would stay in the headlines again?
And of course, that boot-faced cunt's performance dragging everything round to Ashcroft was so fucking edifying, wasn't it? Yes, Hazel fucking Blears: it's definitely corrosive right-wing bloggers to blame for UK politics's shit reputation.
You utter bunch of useless cunts.
BBC6 skewered
The Daily Mash (obviously!):
I feel passionately that it was an unquestionable force for good in the universe.
BBC Bias (Again)
From Counting Cats:
I saw a small bit of a thing on BBC News this morning. OK, this is from memory and I didn’t watch the whole thing because I would have been sedated to prevent me from hurling the cat at the Samsung. And neither Timmy nor the telly deserve that…
I would though chuck an irate ocelot at Harriet Harman’s minge. That is another story though…
It was about “The Rise of Climate Scepticism in Australia”. It described climate sceptics (they’d burn ‘em if that weren’t “polluting”) meetings as being like an “American religious revivalist meetings” (that’s so BBC on so many levels, that’s the sort of thing to get the average Indy reader priapic) and it was just generally horrendous. Despite my inchoate rage I did though clock something which outraged me beyond feline-throwing comprehension.
It opened with a shot of the cracked, dry Australian Desert. You know that thing that Australia has a lot of but also had a lot of when Captain Cook made landfall and even had a lot of during the Dreamtime of the Aboriginals with this soundtrack:
Yup, whilst the BBC now calls us “sceptics” and no longer “deniers” it plays music from a symphony written specifically about the Holocaust.
Where do you think that band is performing? Don’t look much like the Royal Albert Hall to me unless that gaff has really gone downhill very recently.
So the likes of me, PA and Cats wanna disagree with the “consensus” on a scientific issue and we’re ushered to the “naughty-corner” along with that cunt Nick Griffin. Well, some of us, Aunty Beeb actually not only can parse the science but will not fall for cheap tricks like that. Some of us know what an adiabatic lapse rate is and some of us have also been to Auschwitz. Some of us even listen to C20th orchestral music.
Some of us also know what pride comes before.
PS. Fellow bloggers. Take this. I want it known. I want it screamed from the highest parapets.
I saw a small bit of a thing on BBC News this morning. OK, this is from memory and I didn’t watch the whole thing because I would have been sedated to prevent me from hurling the cat at the Samsung. And neither Timmy nor the telly deserve that…
I would though chuck an irate ocelot at Harriet Harman’s minge. That is another story though…
It was about “The Rise of Climate Scepticism in Australia”. It described climate sceptics (they’d burn ‘em if that weren’t “polluting”) meetings as being like an “American religious revivalist meetings” (that’s so BBC on so many levels, that’s the sort of thing to get the average Indy reader priapic) and it was just generally horrendous. Despite my inchoate rage I did though clock something which outraged me beyond feline-throwing comprehension.
It opened with a shot of the cracked, dry Australian Desert. You know that thing that Australia has a lot of but also had a lot of when Captain Cook made landfall and even had a lot of during the Dreamtime of the Aboriginals with this soundtrack:
Yup, whilst the BBC now calls us “sceptics” and no longer “deniers” it plays music from a symphony written specifically about the Holocaust.
Where do you think that band is performing? Don’t look much like the Royal Albert Hall to me unless that gaff has really gone downhill very recently.
So the likes of me, PA and Cats wanna disagree with the “consensus” on a scientific issue and we’re ushered to the “naughty-corner” along with that cunt Nick Griffin. Well, some of us, Aunty Beeb actually not only can parse the science but will not fall for cheap tricks like that. Some of us know what an adiabatic lapse rate is and some of us have also been to Auschwitz. Some of us even listen to C20th orchestral music.
Some of us also know what pride comes before.
PS. Fellow bloggers. Take this. I want it known. I want it screamed from the highest parapets.
Michael Harding, come have a go if you're hard enough. You fucking cunt.
Nicked from 27bslash6.com, which looks like it has been shut down by the rozzers:
Protecting the community from burglars, murderers and blogs
Michael the Police Officer has kindly pointed out to me that it is a criminal offence to solicit money with the intent to purchase drugs and sell them at a profit.
As such, I have amended the previous article accordingly.
I did not mind caving on this request as I find the amended version more amusing than the original.
Also, I actually spent the weekend in jail recently due to unpaid parking fines. Adelaide police are generally a bunch of pricks and when I stated that I was vegetarian, I was given a raw potato to last me the two days. While the hardest part is not being allowed to smoke, declaring that you have a low blood sugar count means they have to bring you cups of coffee or tea when you request them so I requested around a hundred and forty.
From: David Thorne
Date: Friday 26 February 2010 8.12pm
To: Michael Harding
Subject: Censorship
Dear Mike,
Thank you for your letter. At no time have I condoned the use of drugs. I simply stated that I wish to purchase and sell them at a profit. I do however understand the importance of censorship. Without an enforced system of guidance from agencies such as yours, people would be forced to exercise their own discretion.
Regards, David.
From: Michael Harding
Date: Saturday 27 February 2010 10.27am
To: David Thorne
Subject: Re: Censorship
David, your obvious disrespect for authority doesn't change the fact that soliciting money for the purpose of purchasing and selling drugs is a criminal offence under South Australian law. I advise you to remove the article and I will check that you have done so by 5pm tomorrow.
Yours sincerely, Michael Harding
From: David Thorne
Date: Saturday 27 February 2010 10.44am
To: Michael Harding
Subject:Re: Re: Censorship
Dear Michael,
Despite your assumption, I have the highest amount of respect for authority. I actually wanted to become a police officer but failed the IQ test when I arrived on time at the correct building.
While not exactly a police officer, when I was about eight I desperately wanted to be Tom Selleck from Magnum PI. I painted my Standish Selecta-12 bright red and constructed a moustache by clipping a large amount of hair from the neighbour's cat and gluing it to my upper lip. This is how I discovered my allergy to cat hair. Dragged to my neighbour's house, my apology through lips the size of bananas came out as "Imsryfrctnheroffyrcat iwntdtobemgnumpi." I also wanted to be frozen and thawed out in the 25th century due to Wilma Deering's jumpsuit but despite emptying the refrigerator and sitting in it for over an hour, the only result was mild hypothermia and a belting.
I have been considering sitting the police exam again as protecting the community from burglars, murderers and blogs must be very fulfilling. I am fairly fit due to regularly thinking about jogging and I once performed a jumping jack. It was unintentional and involved a spider on the bath mat but still counts. I am also experienced in self defence and recently built a moat. Sometimes, I dress as a French mime and pretend to walk against a strong wind to the delight of those around me. Everybody loves a mime. This skill would obviously come in quite useful during police stealth operations.
Due to restrictive Australian gun laws, I do not have much experience with weapons but I did construct my own bazooka when I was about ten using a length of pipe, a securely tightened end cap, a golf ball and a three to one ratio of chlorine & brake fluid. While the design was flawless, the resulting broken collar bone from the kickback and two inch hole through two plaster walls then a television set brought a swift end to my foray into ballistic research and development.
Regards, David.
From: Michael Harding
Date: Saturday 27 February 2010 2.09pm
To: David Thorne
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Censorship
David, this isn't the first time we've received complaints regarding your website. You have until 5pm tomorrow to remove the article and I'll be checking your website regularly. You might not take this seriously but I can assure you that we do.
Yours sincerely, Michael Harding
From: David Thorne
Date: Saturday 27 February 2010 3.18pm
To: Michael Harding
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Censorship
Dear Michael,
I do indeed take the matter seriously and will attempt to facilitate your request by 5pm tomorrow despite the fact that I am extremely busy this weekend. I need to bury the two dead backpackers I have in the spare room as the smell is starting to attract suspicion. And wolves. It is a fairly large job as one of the backpackers is American and will therefore require a hole several sizes larger than normal. On the plus side, the other is from England which obviously means no dental records.
I could hire one of those mini bobcat tractors for the day but will probably just let the children out for a game of 'best digger gets food this week'. I am sick of hearing "I want my parents" and "Please don't lock me in the spare room again, it smells funny" but many hands, no matter how small, make light work.
Also, I was watching Crime Stoppers last night and was wondering if you need anyone to play the perpetrators in crime re-enactments? I have several years acting experience convincing co-workers that I am listening and care about their relationship issues or what they did on the weekend while really thinking about robots or what would happen if a car made of diamond drove really fast into a wall made of diamond. I would prefer to play either a black professor or an Asian bus driver.
Regards, David.
From: Michael Harding
Date: Sunday 28 February 2010 10.26am
To: David Thorne
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Censorship
I suggest you spend the time deleting the page as you have been requested to do rather than writing about dead backpackers. What is wrong with you?
From: David Thorne
Date: Sunday 28 February 2010 2.02pm
To: Michael Harding
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Censorship
Dear Mike,
My apologies for not getting back to you earlier, I was busy torching my vehicle. Did you know that if you report it stolen the insurance company gives you money to buy a new one? I usually do this every eleven months as it saves having to pay for an annual service.
I do not have dead backpackers in the spare room. I was just being silly. There is no space in there due to the hydroponics system, pots and bags of nutrients. I read somewhere that it is ok to have up to three hundred and seventy marijuana plants for personal use. Correct me if I wrong. As I do not have a backyard and the plants take up most of the apartment, I sleep in a hammock stretched between two of the larger trunks. It is like sleeping in a jungle and sometimes I pretend I am a baby monkey. Due to the 24 hour UV lighting, my electricity bill this month is nearly four thousand dollars but I have an awesome tan.
In regards to the website, rather than deleting the article, I will amend it to be about cats. Is this acceptable to you?
Regards, David.
From: Michael Harding
Date: Sunday 28 February 2010 2.31pm
To: David Thorne
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Censorship
It isn't legal to grow even one plant which I'm sure you already know. Possession of less than 100g or one plant has been decriminalised but still carries a fine. Changing the page to be about cats is fine. I will be checking to see if it has been done by 5pm. I strongly suggest that you do so.
From: David Thorne
Date: Sunday 28 February 2010 4.17pm
To: Michael Harding
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Censorship
Dear Mike,
5pm eastern standard time or ours?
Regards, David.
From: Michael Harding
Date: Sunday 28 February 2010 4.41pm
To: David Thorne
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Censorship
Ours. I've had enough of your nonsense. If the page is not removed or changed within the next 20 minutes I will be filing an order under the e-crimes act of 2006 to have the website shut down.
From: David Thorne
Date: Sunday 28 February 2010 4.59pm
To: Michael Harding
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Censorship
Done.
But somehow, David Thorne's website is gone. So I'd like to say a great big "fuck you, fuck you very fucking much" to the cunts in the South Australian police force. It sounds like that's a fucking shit hole you want to give a wide fucking berth to.
And Dave, if you're reading this: Blogger isn't as "pretty" as your website was, but the yanks will tell the Australian police to go fuck themselves with a spoon if they try that shit. Best of British luck to you!
Update: It's cached here.
Update 2: It's back!
Protecting the community from burglars, murderers and blogs
Michael the Police Officer has kindly pointed out to me that it is a criminal offence to solicit money with the intent to purchase drugs and sell them at a profit.
As such, I have amended the previous article accordingly.
I did not mind caving on this request as I find the amended version more amusing than the original.
Also, I actually spent the weekend in jail recently due to unpaid parking fines. Adelaide police are generally a bunch of pricks and when I stated that I was vegetarian, I was given a raw potato to last me the two days. While the hardest part is not being allowed to smoke, declaring that you have a low blood sugar count means they have to bring you cups of coffee or tea when you request them so I requested around a hundred and forty.
From: David Thorne
Date: Friday 26 February 2010 8.12pm
To: Michael Harding
Subject: Censorship
Dear Mike,
Thank you for your letter. At no time have I condoned the use of drugs. I simply stated that I wish to purchase and sell them at a profit. I do however understand the importance of censorship. Without an enforced system of guidance from agencies such as yours, people would be forced to exercise their own discretion.
Regards, David.
From: Michael Harding
Date: Saturday 27 February 2010 10.27am
To: David Thorne
Subject: Re: Censorship
David, your obvious disrespect for authority doesn't change the fact that soliciting money for the purpose of purchasing and selling drugs is a criminal offence under South Australian law. I advise you to remove the article and I will check that you have done so by 5pm tomorrow.
Yours sincerely, Michael Harding
From: David Thorne
Date: Saturday 27 February 2010 10.44am
To: Michael Harding
Subject:Re: Re: Censorship
Dear Michael,
Despite your assumption, I have the highest amount of respect for authority. I actually wanted to become a police officer but failed the IQ test when I arrived on time at the correct building.
While not exactly a police officer, when I was about eight I desperately wanted to be Tom Selleck from Magnum PI. I painted my Standish Selecta-12 bright red and constructed a moustache by clipping a large amount of hair from the neighbour's cat and gluing it to my upper lip. This is how I discovered my allergy to cat hair. Dragged to my neighbour's house, my apology through lips the size of bananas came out as "Imsryfrctnheroffyrcat iwntdtobemgnumpi." I also wanted to be frozen and thawed out in the 25th century due to Wilma Deering's jumpsuit but despite emptying the refrigerator and sitting in it for over an hour, the only result was mild hypothermia and a belting.
I have been considering sitting the police exam again as protecting the community from burglars, murderers and blogs must be very fulfilling. I am fairly fit due to regularly thinking about jogging and I once performed a jumping jack. It was unintentional and involved a spider on the bath mat but still counts. I am also experienced in self defence and recently built a moat. Sometimes, I dress as a French mime and pretend to walk against a strong wind to the delight of those around me. Everybody loves a mime. This skill would obviously come in quite useful during police stealth operations.
Due to restrictive Australian gun laws, I do not have much experience with weapons but I did construct my own bazooka when I was about ten using a length of pipe, a securely tightened end cap, a golf ball and a three to one ratio of chlorine & brake fluid. While the design was flawless, the resulting broken collar bone from the kickback and two inch hole through two plaster walls then a television set brought a swift end to my foray into ballistic research and development.
Regards, David.
From: Michael Harding
Date: Saturday 27 February 2010 2.09pm
To: David Thorne
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Censorship
David, this isn't the first time we've received complaints regarding your website. You have until 5pm tomorrow to remove the article and I'll be checking your website regularly. You might not take this seriously but I can assure you that we do.
Yours sincerely, Michael Harding
From: David Thorne
Date: Saturday 27 February 2010 3.18pm
To: Michael Harding
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Censorship
Dear Michael,
I do indeed take the matter seriously and will attempt to facilitate your request by 5pm tomorrow despite the fact that I am extremely busy this weekend. I need to bury the two dead backpackers I have in the spare room as the smell is starting to attract suspicion. And wolves. It is a fairly large job as one of the backpackers is American and will therefore require a hole several sizes larger than normal. On the plus side, the other is from England which obviously means no dental records.
I could hire one of those mini bobcat tractors for the day but will probably just let the children out for a game of 'best digger gets food this week'. I am sick of hearing "I want my parents" and "Please don't lock me in the spare room again, it smells funny" but many hands, no matter how small, make light work.
Also, I was watching Crime Stoppers last night and was wondering if you need anyone to play the perpetrators in crime re-enactments? I have several years acting experience convincing co-workers that I am listening and care about their relationship issues or what they did on the weekend while really thinking about robots or what would happen if a car made of diamond drove really fast into a wall made of diamond. I would prefer to play either a black professor or an Asian bus driver.
Regards, David.
From: Michael Harding
Date: Sunday 28 February 2010 10.26am
To: David Thorne
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Censorship
I suggest you spend the time deleting the page as you have been requested to do rather than writing about dead backpackers. What is wrong with you?
From: David Thorne
Date: Sunday 28 February 2010 2.02pm
To: Michael Harding
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Censorship
Dear Mike,
My apologies for not getting back to you earlier, I was busy torching my vehicle. Did you know that if you report it stolen the insurance company gives you money to buy a new one? I usually do this every eleven months as it saves having to pay for an annual service.
I do not have dead backpackers in the spare room. I was just being silly. There is no space in there due to the hydroponics system, pots and bags of nutrients. I read somewhere that it is ok to have up to three hundred and seventy marijuana plants for personal use. Correct me if I wrong. As I do not have a backyard and the plants take up most of the apartment, I sleep in a hammock stretched between two of the larger trunks. It is like sleeping in a jungle and sometimes I pretend I am a baby monkey. Due to the 24 hour UV lighting, my electricity bill this month is nearly four thousand dollars but I have an awesome tan.
In regards to the website, rather than deleting the article, I will amend it to be about cats. Is this acceptable to you?
Regards, David.
From: Michael Harding
Date: Sunday 28 February 2010 2.31pm
To: David Thorne
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Censorship
It isn't legal to grow even one plant which I'm sure you already know. Possession of less than 100g or one plant has been decriminalised but still carries a fine. Changing the page to be about cats is fine. I will be checking to see if it has been done by 5pm. I strongly suggest that you do so.
From: David Thorne
Date: Sunday 28 February 2010 4.17pm
To: Michael Harding
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Censorship
Dear Mike,
5pm eastern standard time or ours?
Regards, David.
From: Michael Harding
Date: Sunday 28 February 2010 4.41pm
To: David Thorne
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Censorship
Ours. I've had enough of your nonsense. If the page is not removed or changed within the next 20 minutes I will be filing an order under the e-crimes act of 2006 to have the website shut down.
From: David Thorne
Date: Sunday 28 February 2010 4.59pm
To: Michael Harding
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Censorship
Done.
But somehow, David Thorne's website is gone. So I'd like to say a great big "fuck you, fuck you very fucking much" to the cunts in the South Australian police force. It sounds like that's a fucking shit hole you want to give a wide fucking berth to.
And Dave, if you're reading this: Blogger isn't as "pretty" as your website was, but the yanks will tell the Australian police to go fuck themselves with a spoon if they try that shit. Best of British luck to you!
Update: It's cached here.
Update 2: It's back!
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