I have no hesitation in identifying one Miranda Galbreath, of Erie, Pennsylvania, as a pernicious influence. Galbreath, of the GI Jane haircut, is a sex therapist and counsellor whose website identifies her as ‘queer’, and someone with particular interest in ‘supporting diverse populations inc. LGBTQ, kinky and poly’.

So then, what’s the fair Miranda done that’s getting people’s necks up? Well, she reckons that Joe Public has been rather unforgiving towards pa*dophiles, you know, those unsavoury types with a preference for sex with children.

‘Let’s talk about “Minor Attracted Persons”, who are probably the most vilified folks (folks ffs) in our culture’, prattles on Mizzzz Galbreath, ‘ “pa*dophile” being a judgmental, hurtful insult to an already marginalised population’. That’s right; the poor souls are just misunderstood.

I’ve heard MAP advocates argue this before. I’ve heard them say that we should describe these nasties in terms which they would wish to use for themselves. I think not. In my book, this is just a way to get the rest of us to be comfortable and accepting when the ‘M’ gets added to the ‘LGBTQ’ alphabet.

How about this, you fooking loon? Let’s NOT talk about ‘MAPs’, lets call a spade a spade. Let’s NOT try to minimise the problem. Let’s NOT fudge things and try to make the offender sound like the victim. Let’s NOT attempt in any degree to normalise very abnormal behaviour. What next, are we going to start referring to murderers as ‘life termination perpetrators’?

Pa*dophiles do not deserve to receive tolerance, sympathy or undertanding from the rest of us. They’re earned the stigma of the word by their heinous behaviour. So fuck off over there you barmy apologist, and when you get there, fuck off again.

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Nominated by Ron Knee.

Remember the days when your G.P – even more any consultant you saw – was a real gentleman. Nice suit, crisp white shirt, collar and tie – impeccable manners?.

In films you would have got James Mason or Sir Ralph Richardson. Those days have gone, alas, now doctors are no longer allowed to wear ties because of “health” concerns, and the kids coming out of medical school, having been force fed left wing Communist/Labour bullshit since they started their “education” (such as it is).

We are now getting a new breed like Whyte, and a very unpleasant sort of mongrel, who despite the posh spellings of his names (“y” instead of “I”) is an out and out socialist, and they even have the temerity to infect the British Medical Association,. The more you read about men like this the more you can understand militant medics and self-important stuck up nurses:

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Nominated by W.C. Boggs.

I love a beer or several but sometimes I am utterly confused as to which one I should buy and ultimately drink. There are many choices out there and I like so many.

A ice cold Spanish larger in a frosted glass always hits the spot when I am in Diego land. Back home in rural England when it is 50 degrees and damp less so.

I love to try the many small brewery delights that offer a wide range of products. .Batemans a local brewery to me have a wide and delicious selection ;-Yella belly gold, XB, triple XB, Dark fruits porter and so the list goes on.

Even local supermarkets have many many beers to chose from. McEwans Champion Ale is a firm favourite of mine but strong so mind how you go. Hobgoblin Ruby is another favourite tasty but less strong.

Some years ago I used to love to go on a P&O mini cruise to Bruges and come home with a boot full of delights. I once brought a case of beer that was 13% which is fucking strong real fucking strong. This was a brown beer and not sickly like the special brew slops.

I could go on for ages because there are many brilliant beers to choose, But which one. The choice at times can be a cunt.

Just don’t ever choose and worse still drink a carling black label. Fucking hell revolting cats piss in a glass.

Nominated by Everyonesacunt.

Lovely big, firm peaches. What a joy they are to behold. I salivate at the sight.

So this is a problem, I hear you ask? Well I’m beginning to think that it might be in my case, because I just can’t stop thinking about them. If I’m awake, I’m searching the internet for pictures of them. If I’m out, the radar is on; it’s murder on holiday, at the beach or by the pool. If I’m asleep, I dream about them.

The older I get, the worse it seems to get. I fear for my blood pressure. The wife says I’m obsessed, and blames it all on ‘that Salma Hayak’, but it’s hardly her fault for having those made in heaven beauties of hers. Imagine massaging them with warm oil for an hour or six…

Perhaps I am a bit sick in the head at that, but if I am, the problem is that I don’t really want to be cured. So I’ll console myself with the thought that as addictions go, it’s pretty harmless. It’s hardly crack is it, so the worst side effect I’m likely to get is a sore knob.

Maybe counselling would help…

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Nominated by Ron Knee

Well it didn’t take Joe O’Biden long to resume normal duties and remind us all why he is a senile old fart and should stand down at the end of his term rather than decide to run again subjecting the U.S and wider world to more insane policies, gaffes and car crash interviews.

At a recent event at the White House Biden was asked where was the last foreign country he had visited.

“The last country I’ve travelled, I’m trying to think of the last one I was in. I’ve been to, met 89 heads of state so far, so uh…. trying to think where was the last place I was; its hard to keep track…um I was….”

“Ireland!” came the helpful reply from a child in the audience jogging the Hair-Sniffer-in-Chiefs memory of a visit to the country less than two weeks before.

Given this anti-British plastic paddy never stops banging on about his ancestral heritage and his love of all things Irish, you would think he would remember visiting the fucking place. His White House handlers must have thought they were in safe territory since he has been known to channel his inner Ron Burgundy and read “End of quote. Repeat the line” from teleprompters during speeches but was outfoxed a random question about his travels.

It got worse when asked how long had he had Alzheimers?

“As long as I can remember”.

Nurse!

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Nominated by Liberal Liquidator.