He’s watching Tears for Fears – Everybody Wants to Rule the World and getting ideas.

This degree is in my view responsible for more misery, chaos and ineptitude on a nation wide (even international) scale than any other academic course ever devised.

PPE at Oxford is known as the degree course for aspiring prime ministers. It’s widely regarded as a route to power for aspiring politicians and a course on which to obtain the connections necessary to successfully mount Disraeli’s “greasy pole” (which is not what you’re thinking of). PPE is deliberately designed to turn out group thinking elite politicians who all look the same and think the same and then unleash them on an unsuspecting public in order to fuck up the country.

PPE is masterminded and taught by soggy liberals like Professor Vernon Bogdanor. Bogdanor said that his ablest pupil was David Cameron. And take a look at the list of politicians that took PPE at Oxford – David Cameron, Yvette Cooper, Ed Davey, Analeise Dodds, Alan Duncan, Damian Green, Philip Hammond, Matthew Hancock, Jeremy Hunt, Peter Mandleson, the Millipede brothers, Rory Stewart, etc.

Notice the pattern? All woke liberals. All ineffectual politicians. All unable to deal with Brexit or stemming illegal immigration. All loving the foreign aid budget. All out of touch. All cunts.

Guardian Link

Worse paper link

Nominated by – MMCM

No, not those sort.

I am currently playing some old songs from my yoof, including some stuff from Marillion (Kayleigh and Lavender, to name but two). And as soon as I played them I had instant flashbacks of when I first heard those particular songs (in this instance it was my time in 6th form at my local comprehensive, and playing darts in the Common Room, and playing LPs on the knackered record deck).

I can remember quite vividly of those days, purely because of an old song.

So how is it I can remember events from over 40 years ago based purely on a few lyrics, and yet I can barely remember what I did last week, or even yesterday?

Now listening to Talking Heads and “Once in a Lifetime” (1981). And again I can remember certain highlights from when I first heard that song (A 6th form trip to Blackpool – plenty of booze, dancing, and arcade machines. As well as finger/fondling a fellow sixth former girly up the back alley of an arcade!)

Memories are a total mystery to me. Even now I can still recall building my first PC back in the mid 90s, starting with a hugely sexy i486 socket 3 MB, awesome Intel SX25 SX8266 CPU (with x2 Overdrive of course), a couple of 4MB DRAM chips and 3Gb HDD. And all thanks to PULP and their “Common People” song.

I can also still remember playing doctors and nurses with the girl next door at the age of about 10 purely because of listening to some music of the time that somehow triggered a memory from deep within my mind vault. But again, ask me what I did last Monday and I wouldn’t have a Scooby Doo!

Nominated by – Technocunt

sPunks not dead

(Is she taking a shit in the header pic, or is she riding a strap-on cowboy style? – Day Admin)

Even in this country everyone knows about this purple haired, libtard, wokie, mouth almighty, know it all lezza fucking bitch.

In America she has managed to whip up a shitload of hatred with her constant whining about the terrible country she comes from and her disrespect for the American anthem and flag.

But it gets better. Apparently before Wokyo Arapaho appeared in an advert for Subway, kicking a football and knocking a burrito out of the hand of some cunt. Nobody thought it was raaaay-sist at the time but now she’s a fucking loser cunts are starting to ask questions.

Subway franchisees pay 4.5 % of their income to the corporation, some of which is spent on advertising. They ain’t happy with the Arapaho advertising and their customers are giving them stick about it. America is a harsh society……if you don’t come up with the money you are fucked. That’s just the way it is.

Nominated by – Freddie the Frog

Link helpfully supplied by – Dickie Dribbler (seriously do he post anything but links?)

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As amusing and accurate as a lot of the comments are, and they are, isn’t it seriously time to have a boycott of all the media, picking on individuals is easy as several notable ones make it all too easy for us.

The whole London-centered TV, sports, ad agencies etc etc point the finger whilst doing very little to initiate real change, they want all of the woke/BLM stuff to carry on and on and on because they all get paid, often stupid fucking amounts, to sit on their often talentless arses, and virtue signal/accuse us white brits of, honestly I don’t really know what but it seems we’re the ones to blame.

Even those black actors who benefit from being put in front of a camera, in ridiculous situations, to advertise products made by a company owned by rich white man should see something is wrong.

I don’t know how much room I have to vent my feelings, I suspect there isn’t enough, but until we actually do something, like really fucking kick off, this country is certainly going to be no place for old white men, the white men who are descendants of those who won the two world wars and one world cup.

I realise we have no platform for even reasonable discussion, the capital-centered media gravy train is so out of touch with the rest of the country as to be both very annoying and very frustrating. I personally find myself getting angry day on day with headlines of brave young fit well paid/extremely overpaid slebs who can’t hack it but get lauded for letting people down.

The media, much like the government, does not exist for the benefit of the many, nor does it represent the many. Cannot someone with more energy and more savvy than me start to right these wrongs cos there’s only one way it’s going.

I personally would leave this country tomorrow, restrictions or not, it’s a very different country from the one I was brought up in and I genuinely feel I would be happier and maybe even prolong my life anywhere but here.

Finances make this highly unlikely, or lack of, and unfortunately I’m not one of those people who will openly beg on the social media. I’ve made the best of what I’ve been given, I’ve never asked for anything that I’m not entitled to and I’ve certainly never whinged although I’ve certainly got more grounds than a lot of the folks I read about.

I say let’s stop targeting individuals but I realise that is the crux of this website, having said that, even Jeremy Clarkson has, in this morning’s paper, had a fully justified pop at king cunt. Thanks for listening.

Nominated by – Keith Hall

Dead rockstars who died at age 27 are looked at as special.
Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin and more.

Cut short mainly through drink an drugs. Janis Joplin had a great blues voice admittedly!?
They called her ‘pearl, because she had a crusty exterior and lay on a bed of phlegm,
Brian Jones never got his swimming 50mtres certificate. All very sad talent cut short,blah,blah,bullshit.

They died having reached their artistic peak. Anything theyd of made after would of been shite. Think of Eric Clapton, Paul McCartney, etc. You can see it in their eyes “Please wont someone end my misery?”

The 27 club checked out in time.I like to think of Morrison fondly as the fat, aggressive heavily bearded drunk that he aspired to be. The same with Mama Cass, beautiful voice and figure for radio, the Hattie Jaques of the hippy scene. Remember her as she was!
Happy and with her dinner all down her chin.

Nominated by – Miserable Northern cunt

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