Gordon Brown is a cunt. This sweaty sock who flogged off all the UK’s gold at rock bottom prices wants a Royal Commission into Brexit. It’s terms of reference would be “to listen to the voices of the British people”.
Royal Commissions are not noted for the alacrity of their proceedings and the only thing in the world wider than the proposed terms of reference is Eddie Izzard’s butt crack. No need to worry about the findings of such a Commission because the Sun will be extinguished and the Earth a ball of lifeless rock by the time it finishes.
So, Mr G Brown, here is the voice of one British person – fuck off you loser and do the world a favour by expiring.
The Philip Green gagging nonsense and the Establishment reaction to naming the cunt.
They are lining up, cunts one and all:
Overturns rule of law blah blah
Abuse of privilege blah blah
Hain ‘arrogant’ blah blah (compared to Green ?)
Political Witch Hunt blah blah.
What really worries these cunts is the fact that money and privilege can be overturned in parliament from time to time. This wont do don’cha know. If rich people cant use money to fuck over the plebs and enrich the (London) judiciary where will it all end?
Hain has been a cunt for as long as I can remember but just this once he is on the side of us nonentities.
The fuss these cunts make if a proper woman plays a transbender (Skanklett Johansscunt pulling out of a film because of this), meltdown when Kunty Perry wears a Japanese Geisha costume (cultural fucking appropriation), or whining that there aren’t enough dark chappies or peaceful types on the telly (seen Doctor Who recently, you cunts?)… But when white and English person, Game Of Cunts star, Peter Dinkycardriver, plays swarthy looking sex maniac polecat gnome, Hervé Villechaize, no fucker bats an eyelid… Or is it allowed for those little types to do cultural appropriation? I dare say it is as far as hypocritical liberal fuckflakes are concerned…
Oh joy. This morning I received the dreaded ‘invitation’ to accompany the trouble an’ strife to the local shopping mall, to ‘get some ideas for Christmas’.
Now as if this wasn’t bad enough, the whole experience was torture from start to finish as a result of the cunting awfulness that is piped musak.
Now we all know why THEY do it. It’s carefully programmed, designed to affect us subliminally, to make us more docile and sheeplike, and therefore motivated to shop and spend more. Trouble is that it has the opposite effect where I’m concerned. It drives me up the wall, and I just want to get out asap.
My trial began the second we walked through the main entrance. There’s some bird screeching some tripe in a key that she couldn’t handle. Turn into any ‘retail unit’ and you switch from the racket in the mall to their racket. The ‘Condor’ moment occurs when you reach the spot where the blare from inside the store and that from the mall outside blend into one cacophonous snash. Throw in noise from kids’ roundabouts, mall displays and (oh lordy, it’s that time again) carol singers or the Sally Ann band, and it becomes sheer aural torment.
After an hour or so, I did the only thing commensurate with keeping my temper, and fucked off in search of a pint. BUT. Guess what assailed me as I entered the nearest pub… You can’t even get a quiet pint and a read of the paper in peace these days, and it’s a cunt. And that’s the bleeding trouble with this shit. It’s everywhere; restaurants, bars, hotel lobbies, cinemas, lifts, hospitals, aeroplanes, workplaces, even some public gardens I’ve visited.
I don’t know, but I’d guess that the cunts who first came up with this pestilence were Yanks. It’s the kind of cuntery they seem to excel at in these situations. I hope that Old Nick has entombed them fifty miles beneath the Earth’s core in a sealed cave, where they’re forced to submit to their own fiendish construct while their arses are roasted. For ever. And ever. The absolute cunts.
I’d like to nominate bus driver’s son (not that he ever mentions that) and our very own Mayor of Londonistab for his weekly cunting.
This week: the re-emergence of “Stop and Search” but in it’s new guise of “Stop and Search Lite”.
Basically plod can “Stop and Search” again providing they have a very good reason to do so, and, so long as they’re wearing a body cam to record the process.
The cameras I’m all on board with so that when the yardie boys get all “gangsta wiv Five-Oh in’it bruv” it’s recorded for all to see. There will be far more incidents of this (as there always was in the commoonitteeee) than incidents of police brutality (as every case of stop and search was falsely reported as from da’ commoonitteeee).
My problem is: define “very good reason”?
Luckily there was an “Abbott Lite” type on the AL-BEEB to assist with this: “Well if they like smell a bit of contraband or summink, in’it, well that wouldn’t be grahhhhnds to stop and search like. In’it.” – seriously that was exactly how eloquently it was put.
Other salient instances were: “Jast’angin’ wiv their mates, in’it” and basically any other form of shifty behaviour that plod used to be good at identifying before being emasculated by the PC and right-on governing bodies.
So basically “Stop and Search” is back but if you “Stop and Search” anyone from the demographic most likely to be a stabbie bastard then it’s off to the Police Complaints Commission for you matey, with plenty of tribunals and re-education courses to follow….
Knowing this, how many people think that “Stop and Search Lite” will reduce incidents of stabbings in the stab capital of the west???
Answers on a postcard to:
WHY DON’T YOU JUST RESIGN SADIQ!
P.O. BOX CUNT!