are cunts and vermin.
Was in Manchester City Centre today with Mrs Norman.
We rarely venture into the town centre these days, as it is now a shithole.
And, one of the main reasons it is such a dump, is because of the druggie and alky shite who now infest it. Now more than ever.
We encountered one such revolting specimen today. The classic textbook spicehead druggie twat.. Skinny as fuck, crappy fake leather jacket, face like Gollum from Lord of the Rings. You know the type.
Anyway, this shitehawk was walking behind me and the Mrs, with all this ingratiating and clearly fake ‘Mate’ and ‘Alright my mate’. After a bit, I turned round and said ‘What do you want?’
The piece of scum says ‘Can you give us 25p?’ So I said ‘No’.
The smack head then has the nerve to ask ‘Why?’
‘What do mean why? Why should I? Besides, you can’t get anything for 25p.’ I also added ‘I know the trick anyway. You’ll up it to a pound and then two pound, then five with a sob story. And, don’t even talk to my wife. Don’t even look at her. On your way.’
Gollum fucked off across the road. well out of my way. Then he started shouting…’Fuck off! Fuck off, yer fucking cunt! Fuck off!’ Funny, how they go from ‘friendly ‘ to aggressive and abusive within a second of not getting what they want.
Now, because I was with the wife, I simply fired some cleverer replies back at the parasite…
‘You fuck off! You’re better off dead, and I wish you were. Where did you get that shit jacket? Off a dead body? Can’t be your dad’s though. You don’t have one.’
The scum skulked off gobbing off. But people shouldn’t have to put up with shite like him. And, had I not been with the wife, I still think – in my condition and at my age – I’d have jumped the fucker and turned his nose to raspberry jam. I must admit, I was sorely tempted.
No link, but just go to Manchester City Centre to see such scum. Cull badgers and foxes? It’s these cunts who should be purged. Kill ’em all.
Nominated by Norman
I remember reading Redburn by Herman Melville, which is semi autobiographical and about when he was a young sailor in the 1830s. They dropped anchor at Liverpool and he writes about his time there. Part of the story involves a mother and child, homeless and begging. The wretched creatures ignored by passers-by and eventually presumed to have starved to death and been cleared away. People were a lot more hard hearted in those times, but it probably made us a stronger and better people/country overall. Even later, such people would be “lucky” to have the workhouse. My Grandfather, who was also from Liverpool and had fought in the war, was a real disciplinarian and hard fucker according to my Dad. He despised the unemployed drunken types hanging around and would be nasty to them. I suppose they were the spice heads of the 60s. He’d get a wad of cash out and shout “look at that yer lazy bastards!” His kind have largely died out and we are a softer and more stupid country for it. That’s why we are in so much debt and being scammed by the scum of the earth. Millions on benefits enjoying a care free existence. This website seems like a last bastion of folk who see and say it as it is… beyond this, there are a lot of soft headed idiots who’ve lost the plot.
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Well Said Sir.
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Bravo Sir
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