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.

Youtube

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:

Daily Fail

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.

Edi Rama:

MSN Link.

…is the cunt Albanian PM, the beneficiary of ten years of rigged elections and graft. He’s a very good pal of the Blair monster, and has been since 2013, the pair of them having much in corrupt common. Recently the two were seen in cahoots in order to divert resources from Europe towards a collection of Balkan oligarchs.

TXT Report Link.

(Admin, I hope you will allow me extra links here) (Allowed. Carry on – NA)

Fair enough, if tens of thousands of your young people are abandoning your sinking ship in order to fetch up on Dover beach, then I suppose that ripping your EU neighbours off might mitigate the problem…if those resources did not immediately disappear into the governmental trousers. (Though by 2017, the need may have abated. 1/3 of Albania’s GDP was due to drug trafficking.)

Responding to the UK’s very justifiable proposed repatriation of his illegally immigrating countrymen, Edi unburdens himself in the first link thus:

Britain is in such a “bad, bad place” over the Channel migration crisis that government ministers are resorting to blaming his country “to feel like they still have muscle”.
and that Britain is suffering a “nervous breakdown” over immigration.

No, sunshine. You’re just trying to look important. And disguise the fact that we’re sending your cunts back with your agreement.

Balkan Insight Link.

Though that won’t appear in the Albanian press – “Journalists critical of the government face regular political attacks aiming to discredit them, and they have trouble accessing public information, which is at risk of further restrictions by a recent centralisation of government communication.” (Reporters Without Borders: Albania)

Rama është një piçkë!

Nominated by : Komodo

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…

muscle and fitness

Nominated by Ron Knee