It never rains but it pours, does it? Well, that’s how things must seem at your happy, clappy ‘Groaniad’.
A short while ago I cunted the meeja for drowning us in a tsunami of apocalyptic stories, liberally spiced with anxiety-triggering terminology such as ‘disaster’, ‘panic’, ‘chaos’, ‘meltdown’, ‘and ‘edge of an abyss’. Of course, the meeja has been doubling down on the gloom and doom in the current Covid-19 crisis.
With the indulgence of fellow cunters, I’d like to go a stage further and single out all those associated with the production of whining, despondent lefty comic ‘The Guardian’. Now this arsewipe rag is nauseating in its lacerating smugness at the best of times, but in the current situation, its miserablist carping is insufferable. Here’s just one example of its relentless negativity and sneering, directed at the Prime Minister;
‘When Johnson says we’ll turn the Covid-19 tide in 12 weeks, it’s just another line for the side of a bus’.
So writes columnist, Marina Hyde, with lacerating smugness, in a scathing attack which she no doubt believes resonates with irony and wit, but which in essence calls Boris Johnson a devious, shallow incompetent (anyone so disposed can read the whole article by clicking onto the attached link below):
https://uk.yahoo.com/news/johnson-says-well-turn-covid-133908403.html
Now freedom of the press is seen as a cornerstone of democracy, but with that freedom comes a need to exercise some objectivity and responsibility, especially in a time of grave national emergency. At the moment, coronavirus has the Prime Minister trapped between a rock and a hard place, with the fears, hopes and expectations of the nation bearing down on his shoulders like a ton of bricks. Would it be too much to ask the sanctimonious, champagne socialist Guardianistas to wind in their necks a bit, and actually offer Johnson some support and encouragement for once?
I think that it would, because they’re a bunch of contemptible, weaselling, snivelling cunts.
Nominated by Ron Knee
