Britain is a funny place, the majority of people living here bitch and moan about how shit it is but do nothing to get rid of the people who are making it shit. We tolerate mediocrity, which is evident in who we choose, or allow to run the country. Our freedoms are sodomised everyday, now even if we wanted to march on Parliament to oust the bumbling retarded fellow in charge, we can't because it is now illegal to march on Parliament. All passed under the guise of keeping you (them) safe from terrorists (you).
I understand that there are many, many egomaniacs out there who want to believe that terrorists want to kill them and their families in particular, but they don't. Sorry. What I don't understand is the level of hatred towards immigrants. I had some polish girls cleaning at my work, after the original cleaner left. They were a wee bit better at their job than the Scottish cleaner, miles hotter, and were clean themselves, whereas the cleaner before them literally stank out the room she stood in, and her breath smelled like she ate shit for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
The same redundant argument rages in bars across Britain, that immigrants are stealing jobs. That may be the case, but sometimes, as in the example in the last paragraph, British workers are fat, lazy and their 'we deserve' attitude stinks worse than Mary the cleaners rancid, shitty arse. The only immigrants that get an easy ride now are the ones who deep fry your dinner. In the 40's the Italians came over, they were hated after WW2. Until, that is, they bribed the public with fried fish. Then the fact that they were over here, taking our jobs and claiming our benefits didn't really matter anymore.
The BNP would have you believe that 'we' don't want non-Brits, especially if they have the audacity to be a non-white as well. That 'we' should stand up and take back 'our' country. If you think there is a problem in 'our' country, and that 'we' have to do something about it, then not only are you an idiot, you are also a racist. This is not your country, 'we' don't exist, it is a ploy by people like Nick Griffin to attract idiots who think their freedom is under threat by some poor bastard who has fled to Britain for freedom. Imagine, if you will, how shitty these countries must be if their citizens are willing to move here and put up with the hatred and violence posed by the BNP and it's supporters.
What the BNP does is prey on the weak minded, the people who genuinely believe that being born in a place makes it yours. If they were that concerned surely they should focus on getting rid of the unelected goof ball that is currently PM. Surely he is the real problem, him and Herr Griffin, and the tabloid media. All these things have created your hatred. Hatred is a good thing, but it is misused when aimed at an entire religion or race of people. Hate someone who has wronged you personally. Hate Nick Griffin, that fat racist fuck, surely we are smarter than that. We can't knowingly let someone like him gain popularity, he denied the holocaust. Seriously.
Friday 25 September 2009
Wednesday 23 September 2009
A bad day.
There are many dangers when walking in a busy street, charity workers for starters. The type who try to make you believe that giving to charity is an obligation, and don’t seem to buy it when you tell them you can’t afford it. You are not a bad person if you don’t buy into every charity that hangs about the streets, there are few things as infuriating in walking the gauntlet of crusty hippy charity workers who act like your best mate. If you are cornered, and they are laying down guilt, don’t believe them, give what and when you can, and always read what you sign.
An umbrella is a strange reason to hate someone, but a lot of people who carry these things need to pay a little more attention. People who use umbrellas are rarely as attentive as the poor sod who has had to shield his eyes all day from the little pointy bits on the end of the spokes. A hood does the same job, it’s more practical and it doesn’t endanger the eyesight of strangers, your hair cut isn’t as important to anyone else as it is to you.
Prams. The people pushing the prams, and the babies in them are not really the problem, it’s the attitude that comes with having a pram that gets me. I am more than aware that I used to be a baby, which is just about the dumbest retort I have ever heard, when I bitched about prams to someone at work the other day they replied ‘you used to be one!’, I half expected the next thing out of their mouth to be ‘that’s just your opinion!’ People with no basic arguing skills tend to spout the obvious.
Not all pram pushers, but most have a sense of achievement and superiority that would embarrass even the most hardcore Smiths fan, and we all know one of those. They assume that your toes are part of the pavement and rarely apologise for rolling over them, they stop in the middle of the pavement to compare babies with some other pram pusher, or to show off their child to someone who is usually exaggerating how interested they are. The blocking of doors is unacceptable, find somewhere else to stand. You may think your child is the most important human being born since you were born, but trust me, it’s not important enough to block the door of subway.
The assumption that everyone wants to coddle your new born is what is commonly referred to as a bad assumption. Some people get mushy for real, they are generally broody women, who either can’t have kids or concentrated on their career and totally forgot to have one, known as the Jennifer Aniston effect. Everyone else doesn’t care that much, and will probably have forgotten the child’s name by the time they get home. Stories about what your baby does to amuse you is boring, it’s all just trivia about a kid in a pram that is preventing me from getting a subway sandwich.
It’s not the babies fault, it’s the parents. Kids don’t really get annoying until they are out of the pram and running around. Which reminds me of a story that I have never been able to decide if I am proud of or not. You decide. In my younger days of bussing tables I was attacked by a child of a young age, between 5 and 8 if I had to try and guess. The parents were your typical ‘Sunday lunch’ types, drinking to forget the tragedy that their life has become, an continuous circle of daytime TV and cheap wine to get drunk enough so that they can have scheduled sex sessions, in the missionary position, no oral, no passion, just going through the motions. The kid was running riot, and despite my warnings of hot food and drinks being a possible danger, the parents let him continue.
I was standing at the bar when this little bastard ran at me with tomato sauce all over his hands and put it all over my work clothes. I didn’t lose my temper, even though his parents laughed it off. I waited for my moment. I had cleaned off and went to watch some TV in the games room while waiting for the table to drink up and fuck off, when my opportunity presented itself, he came rushing into the pool room and started running around screaming, he was running so fast it was only a matter of time before he hurt himself. I plotted his downfall. As he came past me I stuck out my leg and tripped the little bastard. I didn’t plan it so he would fly through the air, face first into a wall. That was a bonus. He got up, no blood, no bruise, but he had learned a valuable lesson, he went back through and sat quietly with his parents until they were drunk enough to drive home.
The more I pour over that story, the more I realise I am incredibly proud of it.
Henry Hunter
Sept 09
An umbrella is a strange reason to hate someone, but a lot of people who carry these things need to pay a little more attention. People who use umbrellas are rarely as attentive as the poor sod who has had to shield his eyes all day from the little pointy bits on the end of the spokes. A hood does the same job, it’s more practical and it doesn’t endanger the eyesight of strangers, your hair cut isn’t as important to anyone else as it is to you.
Prams. The people pushing the prams, and the babies in them are not really the problem, it’s the attitude that comes with having a pram that gets me. I am more than aware that I used to be a baby, which is just about the dumbest retort I have ever heard, when I bitched about prams to someone at work the other day they replied ‘you used to be one!’, I half expected the next thing out of their mouth to be ‘that’s just your opinion!’ People with no basic arguing skills tend to spout the obvious.
Not all pram pushers, but most have a sense of achievement and superiority that would embarrass even the most hardcore Smiths fan, and we all know one of those. They assume that your toes are part of the pavement and rarely apologise for rolling over them, they stop in the middle of the pavement to compare babies with some other pram pusher, or to show off their child to someone who is usually exaggerating how interested they are. The blocking of doors is unacceptable, find somewhere else to stand. You may think your child is the most important human being born since you were born, but trust me, it’s not important enough to block the door of subway.
The assumption that everyone wants to coddle your new born is what is commonly referred to as a bad assumption. Some people get mushy for real, they are generally broody women, who either can’t have kids or concentrated on their career and totally forgot to have one, known as the Jennifer Aniston effect. Everyone else doesn’t care that much, and will probably have forgotten the child’s name by the time they get home. Stories about what your baby does to amuse you is boring, it’s all just trivia about a kid in a pram that is preventing me from getting a subway sandwich.
It’s not the babies fault, it’s the parents. Kids don’t really get annoying until they are out of the pram and running around. Which reminds me of a story that I have never been able to decide if I am proud of or not. You decide. In my younger days of bussing tables I was attacked by a child of a young age, between 5 and 8 if I had to try and guess. The parents were your typical ‘Sunday lunch’ types, drinking to forget the tragedy that their life has become, an continuous circle of daytime TV and cheap wine to get drunk enough so that they can have scheduled sex sessions, in the missionary position, no oral, no passion, just going through the motions. The kid was running riot, and despite my warnings of hot food and drinks being a possible danger, the parents let him continue.
I was standing at the bar when this little bastard ran at me with tomato sauce all over his hands and put it all over my work clothes. I didn’t lose my temper, even though his parents laughed it off. I waited for my moment. I had cleaned off and went to watch some TV in the games room while waiting for the table to drink up and fuck off, when my opportunity presented itself, he came rushing into the pool room and started running around screaming, he was running so fast it was only a matter of time before he hurt himself. I plotted his downfall. As he came past me I stuck out my leg and tripped the little bastard. I didn’t plan it so he would fly through the air, face first into a wall. That was a bonus. He got up, no blood, no bruise, but he had learned a valuable lesson, he went back through and sat quietly with his parents until they were drunk enough to drive home.
The more I pour over that story, the more I realise I am incredibly proud of it.
Henry Hunter
Sept 09
Friday 11 September 2009
If I read the Daily Mail
I'm glad we live in a politically correct society, happy to be told what I can and can't say... and who I can or can't say it to, by our leaders. If they didn't tell us these things, then how would we know?
If these guidelines were not in place, and we had no leaders to give us constant updates on who we are offending with our free speech then our imaginations would run wild and people would be absolutely free to do and say as they please. Imagine the horror.
I look at countries across the world as shown by BBC news, and I thank my lucky stars that we live in a country where we elect our leaders, and no slack jawed impostor can steal the head job. I also thank God that we live in a Country where, as long as the Government say its ok, we can practice freedom of speech, but we have to remember that our free speech comes at a price and we should be careful not to insult any one.
One big problem we have in this country is drugs. Millions of people put illegal drugs into their systems everyday... who do they think they are? It is against the law, and lead to harder drugs. Maybe if they stopped smoking the pot they could read the laws.
I read in your paper that even a 'joint' of the pot can lead to not only harder drugs, but also crime and mental illness. Not only this but the money you spend on drugs such as marijuana goes directly to the terrorists who are using the money to kill our soldiers.
Since when was going to the pub and having a few drams so uncool? I have read a lot about drugs such as 'grass' and 'pills' to use their street names, and I think the effects sound so unappealing it makes me wonder what is going on inside the heads of these 'users'.
If these guidelines were not in place, and we had no leaders to give us constant updates on who we are offending with our free speech then our imaginations would run wild and people would be absolutely free to do and say as they please. Imagine the horror.
I look at countries across the world as shown by BBC news, and I thank my lucky stars that we live in a country where we elect our leaders, and no slack jawed impostor can steal the head job. I also thank God that we live in a Country where, as long as the Government say its ok, we can practice freedom of speech, but we have to remember that our free speech comes at a price and we should be careful not to insult any one.
One big problem we have in this country is drugs. Millions of people put illegal drugs into their systems everyday... who do they think they are? It is against the law, and lead to harder drugs. Maybe if they stopped smoking the pot they could read the laws.
I read in your paper that even a 'joint' of the pot can lead to not only harder drugs, but also crime and mental illness. Not only this but the money you spend on drugs such as marijuana goes directly to the terrorists who are using the money to kill our soldiers.
Since when was going to the pub and having a few drams so uncool? I have read a lot about drugs such as 'grass' and 'pills' to use their street names, and I think the effects sound so unappealing it makes me wonder what is going on inside the heads of these 'users'.
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