Monday, 27 April 2009
Thursday, 23 April 2009
Monday, 20 April 2009
O-Bummer's speech.
Hmm...not sure if anybody just saw that on BBC News 24, but after the weak jokes and hat-tip towarrds the CIA (being more important now than they ever have been), he finished by saying how much more important they will become...
The transatlantic network of snooping further is coming to your doorstep soon...sleep tight...
The transatlantic network of snooping further is coming to your doorstep soon...sleep tight...
Sunday, 19 April 2009
Darling, darling...
I would not envy your position.
Your boss has presided over the biggest fiscal fuck-up for an awfully long time. You will be the scape-goat. Whatever pathetic measures you introduce will simply hurt those that so far have contributed to this problem. You are biting the hands that have fed you. It is obvious that the Tories will win the next election, but they really are getting served a pile of poo. They have not the wit to drag us out, the shit is too deep.
You will doubtless fall into a pit of in obscurity on a fat pension and a brush-over of events. I hope you choke on your eyebrows - some of us may be paying for your extended retirement.
Your speech at the Budget should begin with :-
"I am sorry to report to the House, that my time here has been pointless and that we have saddled tax payers with a decade of debt. It should be pointed out that my boss set the ball rolling years ago, but his position is seemingly now unassailable and thus the sword falls on me. Like McBride, I will now bow out after being "sacked " for Gorgon's catastrophic miscalculations for everything from the economy to public opinion. Gold was a great price at the time, eh?
So, we'll bung some on National Insurance, up VAT a bit and sit back and laugh as the new administration tries a spending cuts plan to make up the defecit. 'Cos that ain't gonna work either! I can laugh at them from my retirement home! I've been fucked here and I'm going to make sure my pockets are lined on my way out.
I'll raise a glass of dodgy porridge-wog whiskey to celebrate".
Lesson = don't trust Scotshmen.
Give Scotland back to the North Sea, where it belongs. Bunch of cunts, like Jacqui Smith.
Your boss has presided over the biggest fiscal fuck-up for an awfully long time. You will be the scape-goat. Whatever pathetic measures you introduce will simply hurt those that so far have contributed to this problem. You are biting the hands that have fed you. It is obvious that the Tories will win the next election, but they really are getting served a pile of poo. They have not the wit to drag us out, the shit is too deep.
You will doubtless fall into a pit of in obscurity on a fat pension and a brush-over of events. I hope you choke on your eyebrows - some of us may be paying for your extended retirement.
Your speech at the Budget should begin with :-
"I am sorry to report to the House, that my time here has been pointless and that we have saddled tax payers with a decade of debt. It should be pointed out that my boss set the ball rolling years ago, but his position is seemingly now unassailable and thus the sword falls on me. Like McBride, I will now bow out after being "sacked " for Gorgon's catastrophic miscalculations for everything from the economy to public opinion. Gold was a great price at the time, eh?
So, we'll bung some on National Insurance, up VAT a bit and sit back and laugh as the new administration tries a spending cuts plan to make up the defecit. 'Cos that ain't gonna work either! I can laugh at them from my retirement home! I've been fucked here and I'm going to make sure my pockets are lined on my way out.
I'll raise a glass of dodgy porridge-wog whiskey to celebrate".
Lesson = don't trust Scotshmen.
Give Scotland back to the North Sea, where it belongs. Bunch of cunts, like Jacqui Smith.
Friday, 17 April 2009
Education
Now let's get this right from the start.
Grammar schools work. The 11+ works. Some people are born academic, some aren't. There you go, shit happens. I could never run 100 yards in under 12 seconds but I don't bitch about that fact. In return, I could do Maths, English, Geography, Physics (although I don't know why) Economics, German, French and Chemistry (again, don't know why).
Many of my school chums left at 16. With only a few "O" Levels (read "A"-Level these days). Oh the shame on them.
These were the ones who were "not good enough" to continue to A-Levels. Most of them now own their own houses and businesses in Surrey.
The academic side of this is not the point; these people learnt that discipline, an energy to learn
and to prove themselves overcame the rigours of such education. They learnt an important lesson, even if it wasn't in double maths on a Friday afternoon.
Corporal punishment was still "legal" in those days - I received twelve of the best for importing 600 bangers after a day trip to Calais (it should be noted that I didn't set any off in the school grounds, but I was grassed up and thus assumed guilty) and I still believe - to this day - that the abolition of corporal punishment, diluted forms of parental control and the ease at which schools can exclude pupils is a major factor in the downfall of modern society.
Look at the animal world - if a lion cub gets lairy, a big lion gives it a smack round the chops. It's worked for years, no doubt that cunt Jacqui Smith will want to ban that too, but like a lioness she will accept that the alpha male will eventually get bored with her and find new ground when all his pleas have fallen on deaf ears.
This has already happened in education. Those that know are now being battered into submission by those that think they know better. They don't. They have a degree in Fuckwittery and tree-hugging. Fuck right off. All of you.
Bring back the cane, lines, evil prefects (I was one) and the desire for children to achieve something, rather than the desire to live off something. But of course, this administration really wants to nurture such poll fodder. Cunts.
Grammar schools work. The 11+ works. Some people are born academic, some aren't. There you go, shit happens. I could never run 100 yards in under 12 seconds but I don't bitch about that fact. In return, I could do Maths, English, Geography, Physics (although I don't know why) Economics, German, French and Chemistry (again, don't know why).
Many of my school chums left at 16. With only a few "O" Levels (read "A"-Level these days). Oh the shame on them.
These were the ones who were "not good enough" to continue to A-Levels. Most of them now own their own houses and businesses in Surrey.
The academic side of this is not the point; these people learnt that discipline, an energy to learn
and to prove themselves overcame the rigours of such education. They learnt an important lesson, even if it wasn't in double maths on a Friday afternoon.
Corporal punishment was still "legal" in those days - I received twelve of the best for importing 600 bangers after a day trip to Calais (it should be noted that I didn't set any off in the school grounds, but I was grassed up and thus assumed guilty) and I still believe - to this day - that the abolition of corporal punishment, diluted forms of parental control and the ease at which schools can exclude pupils is a major factor in the downfall of modern society.
Look at the animal world - if a lion cub gets lairy, a big lion gives it a smack round the chops. It's worked for years, no doubt that cunt Jacqui Smith will want to ban that too, but like a lioness she will accept that the alpha male will eventually get bored with her and find new ground when all his pleas have fallen on deaf ears.
This has already happened in education. Those that know are now being battered into submission by those that think they know better. They don't. They have a degree in Fuckwittery and tree-hugging. Fuck right off. All of you.
Bring back the cane, lines, evil prefects (I was one) and the desire for children to achieve something, rather than the desire to live off something. But of course, this administration really wants to nurture such poll fodder. Cunts.
Alcohol
Is apparently a depressant. And full of calories.
Odd that, I've had about 10 pints of Young's ordinary and I feel neither fat nor depressed. Allegedly, 10 pints is about 1900 calories and that is nearly half my daily recommended calorie intake. Why therefore am I happy and thin(ish)?
Upon leaving the pub this evening, there were several people who had imbibed their choice of beers and none of those seemed depressed. Only one could be considered fat - and even then, at a push - he's a brick shithouse who may be carrying a few extra pounds.
I have no doubt that the majority of the regulars tonight will leave after a good session; they will be happier and probably not fatter than when they first entered.
And they are all old enough to go home without trying to fight anything - they are builders, mechanics, plasterers, plumbers, roofers, pavers, heating engineers, electricians - and they all work their bollox off to be able to pay £3.53 for a pint of Carling.
Hard work has not yet vanished from this country. They are good people, working hard and contributing in the private sector. It's just a shame that their hard work is not reflected in the public sector.
And each and every one of them is not a cunt, like Jacqui Smith.
Odd that, I've had about 10 pints of Young's ordinary and I feel neither fat nor depressed. Allegedly, 10 pints is about 1900 calories and that is nearly half my daily recommended calorie intake. Why therefore am I happy and thin(ish)?
Upon leaving the pub this evening, there were several people who had imbibed their choice of beers and none of those seemed depressed. Only one could be considered fat - and even then, at a push - he's a brick shithouse who may be carrying a few extra pounds.
I have no doubt that the majority of the regulars tonight will leave after a good session; they will be happier and probably not fatter than when they first entered.
And they are all old enough to go home without trying to fight anything - they are builders, mechanics, plasterers, plumbers, roofers, pavers, heating engineers, electricians - and they all work their bollox off to be able to pay £3.53 for a pint of Carling.
Hard work has not yet vanished from this country. They are good people, working hard and contributing in the private sector. It's just a shame that their hard work is not reflected in the public sector.
And each and every one of them is not a cunt, like Jacqui Smith.
Jacqui Smith
...is a cunt.
Never in the field of politics has such a burden been placed on someone so incapable of fulfilling the role. This country is going downt the shitter faster than the chicken vindaloo I had for lunch. The sad part is the vindaloo was wholesome, pure and welcomed.
The same cannot be said for Jacqui.
The nice part of me would like to think that she was thrust into this position purely because she is a woman and, at certain angles, not too unpleasing on the eye.
The nasty - and probably correct part of me - thinks that she is a vicious piece of work who will stamp on anybody, to get her way. She has not the intellect to do so, she should be ironing shirts, taking kids to the playground and possibly even giving the husband a nosh. It would certainly save some taxpayers money.
There comes a point in time when even the most deluded realise that the game is up. You've been found out. Accept it and bow out gently. No-one will mourn your passing.
If you had one ounce of decency within you, you would go and apologise on your way out. But I doubt you will. See also Damien McBride and Dolly.
Take a big step back and see the absolute fuck-up you are making of this country. I hope you all rot.
Never in the field of politics has such a burden been placed on someone so incapable of fulfilling the role. This country is going downt the shitter faster than the chicken vindaloo I had for lunch. The sad part is the vindaloo was wholesome, pure and welcomed.
The same cannot be said for Jacqui.
The nice part of me would like to think that she was thrust into this position purely because she is a woman and, at certain angles, not too unpleasing on the eye.
The nasty - and probably correct part of me - thinks that she is a vicious piece of work who will stamp on anybody, to get her way. She has not the intellect to do so, she should be ironing shirts, taking kids to the playground and possibly even giving the husband a nosh. It would certainly save some taxpayers money.
There comes a point in time when even the most deluded realise that the game is up. You've been found out. Accept it and bow out gently. No-one will mourn your passing.
If you had one ounce of decency within you, you would go and apologise on your way out. But I doubt you will. See also Damien McBride and Dolly.
Take a big step back and see the absolute fuck-up you are making of this country. I hope you all rot.
Thursday, 16 April 2009
Frenzy
It's going quite well recently, not just because of http://www.order-order.com/ But it certainly helps.
No longer do I have to tell people of what can be achieved - the evidence is there in the papers recently. Otherwise sedentary people are starting to sit up and take note. This can only help. I want decency to descend back in the country I grew up. Is that too much to ask?
I want my children not to be saddled with debts caused by this failed government. Is that too much to ask? They were not involved in their colossal fuck-ups, why should they be made to pay? For the last few years, I have realised that the worst thing you can do is to be a PAYE slave, feeding this ever hungry machine that is slowly sapping the will to live from those that contribute.
There is much to be said for http://bastardoldholborn.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-for-detox.html. Starving these fat piggies may well be the answer. I think the next 12 months will reveal far more.
Things must change - for the sake of you, this country and your children.
No longer do I have to tell people of what can be achieved - the evidence is there in the papers recently. Otherwise sedentary people are starting to sit up and take note. This can only help. I want decency to descend back in the country I grew up. Is that too much to ask?
I want my children not to be saddled with debts caused by this failed government. Is that too much to ask? They were not involved in their colossal fuck-ups, why should they be made to pay? For the last few years, I have realised that the worst thing you can do is to be a PAYE slave, feeding this ever hungry machine that is slowly sapping the will to live from those that contribute.
There is much to be said for http://bastardoldholborn.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-for-detox.html. Starving these fat piggies may well be the answer. I think the next 12 months will reveal far more.
Things must change - for the sake of you, this country and your children.
Saturday, 11 April 2009
Good day
Bye, bye. More to come. H/T to OH
http://www.elmundo.es/elmundo/2009/04/11/internacional/1239471398.html
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