....I know they are all away on shagtastic holidays but this is in case they swing by to see how popular they still aren't.
Every day in every way I pray that the EU will die this day. (My morning prayer).
CR.
August 03, 2011
August 02, 2011
I Am The Bat Man
Look what the cat dragged in:
Click to enhugeulate. He is tiny. About the same size as myco little finger.
This is Brian. Brian Sexton Eight Harpic Aled Brooklyn Ranty. (To give him his full array of monikers).
His left leg is busted. I tried to shove him in the bat-hole above my office so he could rejoin the other 99 pipistrelles who live there, but he couldn't quite get into the crack, what with his game leg and all.
Not sure what to do with him now.
I am already an enemy of the state, I don't want the SSPCA on my case as well.
Updates as they happen.
UPDATE 22:43-Hurray!! Brian is now back with his buddies. I managed to shoe-horn him up the crack in the garage roof. They are now all going mental. It may be because during our short time together, I taught Brian to smoke. Or, they may just be genuinely pleased to see him.
CR.
Click to enhugeulate. He is tiny. About the same size as my
This is Brian. Brian Sexton Eight Harpic Aled Brooklyn Ranty. (To give him his full array of monikers).
His left leg is busted. I tried to shove him in the bat-hole above my office so he could rejoin the other 99 pipistrelles who live there, but he couldn't quite get into the crack, what with his game leg and all.
Not sure what to do with him now.
I am already an enemy of the state, I don't want the SSPCA on my case as well.
Updates as they happen.
UPDATE 22:43-Hurray!! Brian is now back with his buddies. I managed to shoe-horn him up the crack in the garage roof. They are now all going mental. It may be because during our short time together, I taught Brian to smoke. Or, they may just be genuinely pleased to see him.
CR.
August 01, 2011
Oi, UK Govt! I Am An Anarchist!-UPDATED
I hear you seek us here and you seek us there.
I am here. I am an anarchist. Having you soil the very air that I breathe is offensive to me. It is debilitating. It is depressing. You couldn't organise an orgy in a brothel. Not even if we banned knickers and pre-fed every male with Viagra.
You ruin my life with your pathetic statutes, with your unlawful handing over of my country to the fuckwits in Brussels, with your incredible, unbelievable addiction to my money, with your wholesale theft of my liberties, and with your fucking unending list of regulations.
In what world would you imagine government to be a good thing?
Seriously, you do nothing for me. I just checked: not a twitch. Not even the ghost of a twitch.
You presume that only YOU can provide order. You are all the way wrong. Even Belgium (Belgium!) manages very, very nicely without a government. No government = no parasites. That's all you are. In the natural world this is a symbiotic relationship. Both parties benefit. No so in the UK. You suck our lifeblood like a demented vampire just back after a 12 week abstention. When our corpses contain not one drop of moisture you re-double your efforts.
You are a stain on the face of my world. I get up each morning begging any and all gods for your immediate demise. I fare better on my own. Left to my own devices my happiness levels would reach untold highs. You are a cancer that a) doesn't even know it exists b) has no self-control and c) will be the cause of its own undoing.
You call me an anarchist? I wear that badge with unimagined pride. Fuck you. Fuck you, and fuck you again.
To steal another groups' ethos:
I am Anonymous.*
I do not forgive.
I do not forget.
I am coming.
Expect me.
This outburst** was inspired by Uncle Marvo.
Go read his outburst.
+++UPDATE+++
In an embarrassing climb-down, the Met offers this. Apparently, the statement was 'badly worded'.
No shit, Sherlock.
We ARE allowed to hold dissenting views about this pathetic government. For now. It seems that we aren't quite ready for a full-blown police state just yet.
Har de fucking har har. Twitterers, bloggerers and commenterers win the day. Again!
CR.
* Actually, you know very well who I am and where I am. Come get me. (Yes, I find it slightly unsettling that my pals on the internet do not know my government name but you, my enemy, has reams of information on file).
** I know that you read this and you will imagine that it was written in anger. It was not. I am calm. I am serene. I am still peaceful. Anarchy, like the giving away of sovereign nations, can be done without shedding blood.
I am here. I am an anarchist. Having you soil the very air that I breathe is offensive to me. It is debilitating. It is depressing. You couldn't organise an orgy in a brothel. Not even if we banned knickers and pre-fed every male with Viagra.
You ruin my life with your pathetic statutes, with your unlawful handing over of my country to the fuckwits in Brussels, with your incredible, unbelievable addiction to my money, with your wholesale theft of my liberties, and with your fucking unending list of regulations.
In what world would you imagine government to be a good thing?
Seriously, you do nothing for me. I just checked: not a twitch. Not even the ghost of a twitch.
You presume that only YOU can provide order. You are all the way wrong. Even Belgium (Belgium!) manages very, very nicely without a government. No government = no parasites. That's all you are. In the natural world this is a symbiotic relationship. Both parties benefit. No so in the UK. You suck our lifeblood like a demented vampire just back after a 12 week abstention. When our corpses contain not one drop of moisture you re-double your efforts.
You are a stain on the face of my world. I get up each morning begging any and all gods for your immediate demise. I fare better on my own. Left to my own devices my happiness levels would reach untold highs. You are a cancer that a) doesn't even know it exists b) has no self-control and c) will be the cause of its own undoing.
You call me an anarchist? I wear that badge with unimagined pride. Fuck you. Fuck you, and fuck you again.
To steal another groups' ethos:
I am Anonymous.*
I do not forgive.
I do not forget.
I am coming.
Expect me.
This outburst** was inspired by Uncle Marvo.
Go read his outburst.
+++UPDATE+++
In an embarrassing climb-down, the Met offers this. Apparently, the statement was 'badly worded'.
No shit, Sherlock.
We ARE allowed to hold dissenting views about this pathetic government. For now. It seems that we aren't quite ready for a full-blown police state just yet.
Har de fucking har har. Twitterers, bloggerers and commenterers win the day. Again!
CR.
* Actually, you know very well who I am and where I am. Come get me. (Yes, I find it slightly unsettling that my pals on the internet do not know my government name but you, my enemy, has reams of information on file).
** I know that you read this and you will imagine that it was written in anger. It was not. I am calm. I am serene. I am still peaceful. Anarchy, like the giving away of sovereign nations, can be done without shedding blood.
Rejoice! Rejoice! The EU Has A Fatal Disease
Is this bastard brain-dead Consortium of the Confused really in its death throes?
Apparently so, according to this erudite chap.
It may be that my calls for the disaffected to scribble their monikers on a petition destined for File 13 were erm, premature. Commenter's here (very wisely) urged patience.
Let's see what Martin Jay has to say, hey?
Look:
"He also gave former UK Labour leader Neil Kinnock the job of Vice President and Mr. Clean Up. But someone should have told the Welsh Windbag Supremo that he wasn’t supposed to clean up for himself! During his five years in the job, Kinnock managed to secure himself a peerage in the one institution – the House of Lords in London -- which he spent an entire career slagging off, not to mention an EU-dynasty for his family, which the News of the World reckoned was worth around £4 million, no? [Dear Neil, no you can’t sue Al Arabiya for that as it is just “opinion,” and therefore acceptable under the UK Defamation Act. And besides, you’ve have enough dough already]. Shut up, Jay."
And:
"The problem for The EU Elite is that the more-developed countries always had a less idealistic view about the European Union anyway; some had a very strong commitment toward the political union being enhanced by a beleaguered single currency and by markets then following through with paying dividends. The more skeptical amongst them (The UK and the Scandies) didn’t even adopt the Euro but are now paying for its wretched demise. On the other side of Europe, in those countries which had miraculous growth when they took the brown envelope from Brussels – I’m thinking Spain, Portugal and to an extent Ireland – the magic of the fling has gone array, like a love affair which has quickly lost its zap.
The thrill of pushing your young, nubile wife up against the fridge has now been replaced with the misery of watching the old bird get fat watching UK Gold while you thrash one out then clean the bath. " (He goes too far-Ed). (He doesn't go far enough-CR)
Lastly:
"But what about a quick poll of existing members? Let’s go to Germany and ask people there if they would like to abandon the Euro and go back to the Deutschmark (many did in alarming numbers last year when polled). Or Spain. What’s Madrid’s answer to 20 percent unemployment and an economy so buggered by being tied to the single currency’s monetary policy that it has gone back to the dark ages of mid-70s gloom? OK, it’s not quite donkeys pulling carts but it did announce, this week, an interesting new economic policy of blocking other Europeans from working there. "
Do pop over and read the whole thing. It drips with truth, humour, and a stark warning for any other fools that have expressed a desire to join this ridiculous outfit.
Look out yourblack armbands party gear, the death of this nasty little project will be announced soon. To continue to deny that it has a terminal disease is criminally negligent.
Oh, and I will be wanting back every single penny I paid this syphilitic whore.
CR.
Apparently so, according to this erudite chap.
It may be that my calls for the disaffected to scribble their monikers on a petition destined for File 13 were erm, premature. Commenter's here (very wisely) urged patience.
Let's see what Martin Jay has to say, hey?
Look:
"He also gave former UK Labour leader Neil Kinnock the job of Vice President and Mr. Clean Up. But someone should have told the Welsh Windbag Supremo that he wasn’t supposed to clean up for himself! During his five years in the job, Kinnock managed to secure himself a peerage in the one institution – the House of Lords in London -- which he spent an entire career slagging off, not to mention an EU-dynasty for his family, which the News of the World reckoned was worth around £4 million, no? [Dear Neil, no you can’t sue Al Arabiya for that as it is just “opinion,” and therefore acceptable under the UK Defamation Act. And besides, you’ve have enough dough already]. Shut up, Jay."
And:
"The problem for The EU Elite is that the more-developed countries always had a less idealistic view about the European Union anyway; some had a very strong commitment toward the political union being enhanced by a beleaguered single currency and by markets then following through with paying dividends. The more skeptical amongst them (The UK and the Scandies) didn’t even adopt the Euro but are now paying for its wretched demise. On the other side of Europe, in those countries which had miraculous growth when they took the brown envelope from Brussels – I’m thinking Spain, Portugal and to an extent Ireland – the magic of the fling has gone array, like a love affair which has quickly lost its zap.
The thrill of pushing your young, nubile wife up against the fridge has now been replaced with the misery of watching the old bird get fat watching UK Gold while you thrash one out then clean the bath. " (He goes too far-Ed). (He doesn't go far enough-CR)
Lastly:
"But what about a quick poll of existing members? Let’s go to Germany and ask people there if they would like to abandon the Euro and go back to the Deutschmark (many did in alarming numbers last year when polled). Or Spain. What’s Madrid’s answer to 20 percent unemployment and an economy so buggered by being tied to the single currency’s monetary policy that it has gone back to the dark ages of mid-70s gloom? OK, it’s not quite donkeys pulling carts but it did announce, this week, an interesting new economic policy of blocking other Europeans from working there. "
Do pop over and read the whole thing. It drips with truth, humour, and a stark warning for any other fools that have expressed a desire to join this ridiculous outfit.
Look out your
Oh, and I will be wanting back every single penny I paid this syphilitic whore.
CR.
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