Run, Hide, Tell

Last Friday, two German female tourists were murdered and four other foreign women tourists were injured in the scuba diving resort of Hurghada, Egypt, by a terrorist knifeman. He only wanted to kill non-Egyptian women apparently.

What is the British government’s advice, when home or abroad, in the event of such a terrorist attack?

Well….it is …….

RUN,  HIDE,  TELL

So, would that be….

Run the 100 metres like Usain Bolt?

Play hide and seek?

Tell the teacher?

The ‘Run, Hide, Tell’ stay safe film is now being aimed at Brits abroad. Nothing like remembering to keep your eyes peeled, Shaw Taylor’s Police 5 style, during your two week summer hols in some North African/Middle Eastern pisshole khazi or even in the once safe European holiday hotspots. It’s no good, just getting pissed up at the bar, boiling like a lobster in the pool or frying like an egg on the beach. Instead, you mustn’t forget to listen out for the sound of marauding maniacs, shooting or stabbing your fellow sun worshippers to death.

Well, ‘Run, Hide, Tell’ is hardly the attitude that helped win WWII. Imagine if the Battle of Britain never happened, because the RAF just raised their hands, copying the garlic munching surrender monkeys across the Channel. Imagine if there was no Blitz spirit during the relentless bombing of London and no sense of camaraderie. Hitler with his Nazi suited and jack booted bovver boys, could have marched into Britain without needing to fire a round.

OK, so we are not at war in the traditional sense – this is a different type of war. One being waged by an enemy that does not respect the norms of civilised society.

Would not better advice be: stick together, help each other and fight back?

Obviously, if the terrorists have guns and bombs, the odds are different but when they use knives and vehicles as weapons, we can resist. Especially if we are in sufficient numbers.

So, if you see a group of knifemen or a vehicle being driven into people, pick up anything not nailed to the floor and throw it at them or the vehicle windscreen. Chairs, tables, bins, bricks, bottles, glasses, you name it….let them have it. Don’t cower in a corner, waiting to be shanked to death or mowed down.

Interestingly, during the knife attack on Borough Market it was a group of Romanians who threw bottle crates at the terrorists and a Spanish dude who set about them with a skateboard as a weapon. In a similar vein, during the London riots in 2011, it was Turks who took to the streets of North London, with meat cleavers and baseball bats to protect their homes and businesses. Likewise, Sikhs brandished their ceremonial swords to repel the rioters.

What has happened to the majority of people in Britain that they are too scared to defend themselves?  The post war generation of men have turned into a bunch of faggots and pussies. Even English football hooligans now get a pasting from Russian, Turkish and other assorted nations hooligans. Not that I’m condoning hooliganism but it is a symptomatic sign of the British population’s lack of desire and ability to fight. Men can no longer just be men. Society expects them to be no more manly than metrosexual at best, or outright queens and trannies at worst.

The young rabble rousers of the far left will don a balaclava, get together in massed groups, smashing up shop fronts and causing criminal damage, while demonstrating lemming like, in favour (or against) whichever cause is currently trending on Twatter, or some zleb is mouthing off about on unsocial media. As is usually the case they are ‘useful’ fools who are being misdirected with zero or little knowledge of the underlying issues.

Yet, where are they, when terrorists go on the rampage? Safe at home, in their bedrooms at their mum’s, playing ‘Call of Duty’, or scribbling on Facefuck. These inept, unthinking and gullible cunts, who are easily manipulated, make Dad’s Army look like Rambo.

They need to wake up, realise who is the enemy at this time and act when the need arises. It is the young generation who will have to live the longest with the consequences of failing to do so.

In fact, it is time for everyone to grow a pair.  Forget about notions of fighting for Queen and country – the elites don’t give a fuck about the people. They have allowed this situation to develop. They will always be insulated financially and be protected no matter what happens to the country and it’s people as a whole. This is about defending your own way of life, that of your family and friends and of determining your future.

This is time for a real life call of duty, not ‘Run, Hide, Tell’.

Nominated by Mike Oxard.

Doctor Who


On the subject of Doctor Who, I’ve been working my way through the last series stacked up on my video recorder. I don’t think I’ve missed an episode since William Hartnell days, but I have to say the three episode with the zombie monks was fucking dire, especially the third part. It reminded me of The Prisoner where McGoughan couldn’t figure out how to end it so he came up the most unintelligible loads of pseudo bollocks that ever graced the British TV screen – that is until this latest shit with the monks.

No wonder Capaldi says he does want to make any more. These scripts and characters (the Matt Lucas cunt, Bill the Lezza and that bloody Missy) are absolute bollocks – and the acting is crap too. It’s had it’s day so consign it to the dustbin where it now belongs.

As far as I’m concerned, the Moffatt cunt can shove his sonic screwdriver right up his arse. He’s completely destroyed an iconic piece of TV history.

Hartnell must be turning in his grave…

Nominated by Dioclese

The Language Police


Can somebody please explain to me why it’s OK for some musicless hip hop cunt to shout ‘nigger’ 50 times during a ‘song’ and yet when an MP lets slip a common phrase in use for centuries and says ‘nigger in the woodpile’ she’s suspended from the Tory party? Has Treeza got fuck all better to do? The woman let it slip, she apologised, job done, move on.

So now we have the language police deciding what words are acceptable and what are not. Orwell’s newspeak in full flow. It’s bullshit, plain and simple.

Anyone remember ‘Love Thy Neighbour’? Can’t see them re-running that on the TV any time soon. Sambo, coon, nig nog all bandied about non stop so we could laugh at the stupid biggotted white twat and see him for what he was. Or how about ‘Till Death Us Do Part’ and Garnet ranting on about immigrant coons and randy scouse gits?

This is how such things should be treated, but not in the wonderful 21st century PC they’re not. Well, not if they’re white on black anyway because it only seems to work that way round. Ask Dianne Abbott.

The cunts that are jumping up and down about this need to get a life and a sense of proportion. Cunts one and all

Play the fucking white man!

Nominated by Dioclese

Dead Pool [64]

We have ANOTHER winner! They’re dropping like flies today, so congratulations to Shaun for nominating Chinese dissident Liu Xiaobo.

So the slate is wiped clean and nominations are now open for Dead Pool 64.

Here are the rules (pay special attention to the first one):

1. Nominate who you think is the next cunt on the way out. You can have up to five choices. List your nominations in the comments of this post. It’s the current Dead Pool. Comments not in this post (e.g. in the previous one or other posts) will be ignored!

2. You win if your Cunt dies first.
Then the slate is wiped clean and we start again. Of course, you can always be a really annoying cunt and steal someone else’s dead cunt candidate from the previous pool (like Black and White Cunt frequently does).

Any cunt who tries to cheat by nominating the World’s Oldest Man or Woman is a cunt and will be ignored. Any anonymous cunt who can’t be bothered to make up a name for themselves will also be ignored. Oh, and the usual “Our Blog Our Rules” thing applies.

Nominations are now open on this post only. Good luck.

Fred West’s Nominations:

Clive James
Denis Norden
Liz Dawn
Leslie Philips
George A. Cooper

Dead Pool [63]

We have a winner!

Congratulations to Cunt’s Mate Cunt for correctly predicting that the next dead cunt would be FIFA whistleblower Chuck Blazer who has now cleverly escaped sentencing on that pesky money-laundering charge.

So the slate is wiped clean and nominations are now open for Dead Pool 63.

Here are the rules (pay special attention to the first one):

1. Nominate who you think is the next cunt on the way out. You can have up to five choices. List your nominations in the comments of this post. It’s the current Dead Pool. Comments not in this post (e.g. in the previous one or other posts) will be ignored!

2. You win if your Cunt dies first.
Then the slate is wiped clean and we start again. Of course, you can always be a really annoying cunt and steal someone else’s dead cunt candidate from the previous pool (like Black and White Cunt frequently does).

Any cunt who tries to cheat by nominating the World’s Oldest Man or Woman is a cunt and will be ignored. Any anonymous cunt who can’t be bothered to make up a name for themselves will also be ignored. Oh, and the usual “Our Blog Our Rules” thing applies.

Nominations are now open on this post only. Good luck.

Fred West’s Nominations:

Clive James
Denis Norden
Liz Dawn
Leslie Philips
George A. Cooper