Why yes it was tough being a 7 year old in Iraq.

Stolen valour is when very sad boring people pretend to be military veterans. They want attention or to impress people despite not serving a day in their life.

Picking up mismatched clothing from various branches online they often beg for money or ask for discounts. Some of the sad bastards even wear fake dog tags. They know nothing about serving and disrespect everyone who ever did.

Short version they’re utter lying cunts who are pretending to be something they could never achieve . Thankfully they get confronted by real ex military people who call the frauds out. They also buy medals off ebay to impress people.

https://youtu.be/uOuL3Xv-lNI

Nominated by – Lazybiscuits

Typical Bitchute user.

For many years, some people would post a link to YouTube as ‘evidence’ of some ridiculous claim they were making, and to them it seemed better than any peer reviewed or reliable information available, usually because it fed their paranoid delusions.

But lately, Youtube has been ruined. Not by those fucking adverts that are there mainly to bore people into signing up for their premium, ad free service, but because of those pesky fact checking fuckers.

For years, the internet has allowed anyone to say anything about anybody, without a shred of evidence to back up their claims. The printed press and what is now labelled the ‘MSM’ have to by law provide concrete evidence of any accusation against an individual or organisation if it is going to make claims that are in any way damaging.

As it should, because if you are potentially going to ruin someone’s life or business, you need incontestable evidence of what you are accusing them of. Some people are thick, read a headline and make their opinions on that, and even if the person is exonerated completely, they will utter shit such as ‘there’s no smoke without fire’.

Enter the new platforms bitchute and brandnewtube, which look like budget versions of YouTube, and seem toe catering exclusively for the tinfoil brigade. I clicked on a link or two to see what was being given in ‘evidence’ of some kind, and it’s just rubbish.

The promoted content that surrounds the video was all the usual suspects, Pier Corbyn, Vernon Coleman, and other agitators, who I was going to refer to as loonies, but they are making money out of their shite.

Money. Yes, that’s a big factor with the whole conspiracy industry, as that is what it has become, and the 3am loners and stoners can’t wait to shower these bullshitters with cash.

Nominated by – Gutstick Japseye

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