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'.
Monday, 31 August 2009
America, boycott this.
In the days after the release of “The Lockerbie Bomber” or Abel baset Mohmed al-Megrahi as he was once known, America announced a boycott of all Scottish produce. This, of course, would be terrible for Scottish companies who rely on America to buy their wares, but it would be fairly problematic to the Yanks who, due to a lack of understanding of mercy and politics, have jumped on the Fuck Scotland Bandwagon.
Let’s pretend for a moment that the US Government would stand by anything they say, and not just say things for effect. They would have to give up all things related to Scotland, as anything less would be hypocritical. I think the American people who are shouting the odds about the release of a dying man don’t understand mercy and have no idea exactly what Scotland has contributed to the World, most couldn‘t point Scotland out on a map. What follows is a list of Scottish inventions, not everything, just the ones that would destroy America in the event of a total boycott.
Adhesive postage stamps
Anaesthetics
Artificial diamonds
Buicks
Chemical bonds
The decimal point
Documentary films
Encyclopedia Britannica
Fax machines
Golf
Halloween
Hollow pipe drainage
Hypodermic syringes
Iron bridges
Logarithms
Macadamised roads (Tarmac)
Microwave ovens
Breech loading rifles
Penicillin
Pneumatic tyres
Radar
Refrigerators
The Steam engine
Telephone
Thermos flasks
The Telegraph
Television
Parafin
Whisky (the good kind)
The US Navy.
I could go on, but these are the ones I feel would directly affect the American way of life. A Scot has been at the forefront of invention long before America was even conceived, if they wish to boycott all things Scottish I welcome them to it, but there should be no picking and choosing. Within months The Grand Ol’ US of A would be living in the dark ages. No phones, no TV, no fake diamonds for the plastic whores, no tyres and no shitty Buicks to drive on what used to be macadamised roads, now just dirt, no thermos flasks to keep your shite star bucks coffee warm, no fridges to store the microwave dinners you couldn’t cook anyway, disease running rampant due to lack of proper medicine, no Golden Gate or Brooklyn bridges, no radar, along with no US Navy to take up position against some poor country who happens to be sitting on oil, no good whisky to drown your sorrows and no fucking shortbread.
Let’s pretend for a moment that the US Government would stand by anything they say, and not just say things for effect. They would have to give up all things related to Scotland, as anything less would be hypocritical. I think the American people who are shouting the odds about the release of a dying man don’t understand mercy and have no idea exactly what Scotland has contributed to the World, most couldn‘t point Scotland out on a map. What follows is a list of Scottish inventions, not everything, just the ones that would destroy America in the event of a total boycott.
Adhesive postage stamps
Anaesthetics
Artificial diamonds
Buicks
Chemical bonds
The decimal point
Documentary films
Encyclopedia Britannica
Fax machines
Golf
Halloween
Hollow pipe drainage
Hypodermic syringes
Iron bridges
Logarithms
Macadamised roads (Tarmac)
Microwave ovens
Breech loading rifles
Penicillin
Pneumatic tyres
Radar
Refrigerators
The Steam engine
Telephone
Thermos flasks
The Telegraph
Television
Parafin
Whisky (the good kind)
The US Navy.
I could go on, but these are the ones I feel would directly affect the American way of life. A Scot has been at the forefront of invention long before America was even conceived, if they wish to boycott all things Scottish I welcome them to it, but there should be no picking and choosing. Within months The Grand Ol’ US of A would be living in the dark ages. No phones, no TV, no fake diamonds for the plastic whores, no tyres and no shitty Buicks to drive on what used to be macadamised roads, now just dirt, no thermos flasks to keep your shite star bucks coffee warm, no fridges to store the microwave dinners you couldn’t cook anyway, disease running rampant due to lack of proper medicine, no Golden Gate or Brooklyn bridges, no radar, along with no US Navy to take up position against some poor country who happens to be sitting on oil, no good whisky to drown your sorrows and no fucking shortbread.
Monday, 27 July 2009
Don't take any guff from this swine flu.
With all the fuss over swine flu in the press, it is no surprise that the British public are losing their damn minds. As a nation we are very susceptible to propaganda, and we love to be warned of new things to fear. In my life time I have had to suffer the panic of… Aids, MRSA, SARS, Bird flu, Swine flu, terrorists, Thatcher, the poor, the rich, drugs, drug takers, dead batteries in smoke detectors, Christmas trees going on fire, strangers with sweets, paedophiles, Y2K, war, Michael Jackson, immigrants, crossing the road, germs, viruses and many more. There is no wonder so many people buy the fear.
Sadly the majority of people in Britain read about these things in the tabloid press, instead of maybe reading about it in magazines or websites written by people who would know, doctors and scientists and such. Not Richard fucking Littlejohn. So instead of people understanding subjects, be it terrorists or illness, they receive incorrect info and spread it on like rancid butter, resulting in an edge to edge covering of propaganda. One of the reasons it is becoming such a big hit in the back catalogue of illnesses we have been threatened with is due to people not being able to distinguish between the cold and the flu. We men find this particularly difficult.
I have never been a fan of painkillers etc, I prefer to fight it out (in my mind it makes my immune system stronger). One thing I am definitely unsure of is when a crooked government offer a pill to help with some illness that they have so blatantly blown out of all proportion. If the idea of a government drugging people leads to you thinking I am some sort of nut then maybe you should read more, and I don’t mean The Daily Mail.
There is little chance of dying from swine flu, well as much chance as there is of dying from regular flu, and you shouldn’t worry about leaving the house because you will get it at some point. Of course I realise that by commenting on this I am opening myself up to ridicule in the event of me dying of swine flu, man I would feel silly. But since I don’t buy into the hype, and since no one reads my blog then I don’t need to worry about it at all. Remember that buses can kill you, but you still cross roads.
Sadly the majority of people in Britain read about these things in the tabloid press, instead of maybe reading about it in magazines or websites written by people who would know, doctors and scientists and such. Not Richard fucking Littlejohn. So instead of people understanding subjects, be it terrorists or illness, they receive incorrect info and spread it on like rancid butter, resulting in an edge to edge covering of propaganda. One of the reasons it is becoming such a big hit in the back catalogue of illnesses we have been threatened with is due to people not being able to distinguish between the cold and the flu. We men find this particularly difficult.
I have never been a fan of painkillers etc, I prefer to fight it out (in my mind it makes my immune system stronger). One thing I am definitely unsure of is when a crooked government offer a pill to help with some illness that they have so blatantly blown out of all proportion. If the idea of a government drugging people leads to you thinking I am some sort of nut then maybe you should read more, and I don’t mean The Daily Mail.
There is little chance of dying from swine flu, well as much chance as there is of dying from regular flu, and you shouldn’t worry about leaving the house because you will get it at some point. Of course I realise that by commenting on this I am opening myself up to ridicule in the event of me dying of swine flu, man I would feel silly. But since I don’t buy into the hype, and since no one reads my blog then I don’t need to worry about it at all. Remember that buses can kill you, but you still cross roads.
Sunday, 26 July 2009
Time up.
Years ago it was common practice for a qualified doctor to lobotomise someone because they were deemed crazy, too crazy for public interaction. Which would be fair enough, I guess, given the lack of knowledge and science. It is no bad thing in one respect, it always makes me laugh in movies, there is not many things in movies that crack me up quite as much as someone who is lobotomised, or faking it like Jack in ’Cuckoos nest’. Sadly, in real life, it means that many unfortunate thinkers were subject to frontal lobe removal, just for thinking that one day we will go into space, or something equally prophetic.
For many the idea of the World being round was laughable, and not just a passing laugh-off, but a deep heartfelt, hurt-your-sides-piss-your-pants laugh. And lets not forget the poor ladies who were subjected to the paranoid testing of the local townsfolk to determine if they were a witch. The logic involved in that is remarkable, drowning people to prove they are not a witch, it’s not like she could celebrate being let off with it. If I had been a judge in Salem my test would be… ‘Put this in your mouth and start sucking, if I come then you are not a witch…’ They really missed a trick, quite literally.
So, taking all these things into account, is it safe to assume that the people or person who invented time maybe miscalculated. Many places around the world take naps, or siestas in the afternoon. When I would spend my summers in Italy as a child we were forced to take naps, I always thought that it was so the adults could punch us in the face for free, but since growing up and seeing younger kids sent for siestas I have never been asked by a parent or guardian to join in any such activity. So either I got it wrong as a child, or they don’t like me enough to ask me to strike their sleeping child. Either way, gutted.
My point is that, in Britain, one of the things on the massive list of things that is wrong with this country is that we don’t siesta. We allowed Brown to sneak in unelected and uninvited and continue with Blairs raping of the Middle East, we now officially hate everyone, we fear the most ridiculous things, and in general, shit costs too much.
Why don’t we siesta? Why don’t we completely change the concept of time? It wouldn’t be that problematic. I’m sure at some point some over paid public school boy thought it would be impossible to get the people on side for two wars being fought simultaneously, but he managed it. Now look at us, we are not just killing innocent people in one Muslim country, but two. Aren’t we just amazing. Woop woop to us.
It is now the law that we cannot smoke inside, who would have thought that would catch on? Not me, but it did, and controversially, I think it is much better. I smoke, but I also work in a bar and I like to choose when I smoke. That law passed with little fuss. As did the abolition of happy hour. So why would it be so hard for the Government to say, ‘OK you now have 14 12 hour days, but you still only have to work 6 of those days.’ I know what you are thinking, why do you need the government to Ok it? I don’t, this is how I live and I can’t recommend it highly enough.
Time, our current measurement originated in the Sumerian cities around 2000 BC. The Sumerian people had their fingers in many useful pies, their cities were the first to practice year round agriculture. These cities were in what is now Southern Iraq, in what was called the Cradle of Life, which if you know cool stuff like me, and/or can use Wikipedia then you will know that is a possible location for the origin of civilization. Which really means we should show it a little more respect. But that’s another matter.
2000 years is along time to stick to the original formula, look at religion and the religious, they change stuff all the time so that it fits in with their agenda for that particular era. Why not consider altering what we perceive to be a day, disregard seconds. I have never been seconds late for anything in my life.
For many the idea of the World being round was laughable, and not just a passing laugh-off, but a deep heartfelt, hurt-your-sides-piss-your-pants laugh. And lets not forget the poor ladies who were subjected to the paranoid testing of the local townsfolk to determine if they were a witch. The logic involved in that is remarkable, drowning people to prove they are not a witch, it’s not like she could celebrate being let off with it. If I had been a judge in Salem my test would be… ‘Put this in your mouth and start sucking, if I come then you are not a witch…’ They really missed a trick, quite literally.
So, taking all these things into account, is it safe to assume that the people or person who invented time maybe miscalculated. Many places around the world take naps, or siestas in the afternoon. When I would spend my summers in Italy as a child we were forced to take naps, I always thought that it was so the adults could punch us in the face for free, but since growing up and seeing younger kids sent for siestas I have never been asked by a parent or guardian to join in any such activity. So either I got it wrong as a child, or they don’t like me enough to ask me to strike their sleeping child. Either way, gutted.
My point is that, in Britain, one of the things on the massive list of things that is wrong with this country is that we don’t siesta. We allowed Brown to sneak in unelected and uninvited and continue with Blairs raping of the Middle East, we now officially hate everyone, we fear the most ridiculous things, and in general, shit costs too much.
Why don’t we siesta? Why don’t we completely change the concept of time? It wouldn’t be that problematic. I’m sure at some point some over paid public school boy thought it would be impossible to get the people on side for two wars being fought simultaneously, but he managed it. Now look at us, we are not just killing innocent people in one Muslim country, but two. Aren’t we just amazing. Woop woop to us.
It is now the law that we cannot smoke inside, who would have thought that would catch on? Not me, but it did, and controversially, I think it is much better. I smoke, but I also work in a bar and I like to choose when I smoke. That law passed with little fuss. As did the abolition of happy hour. So why would it be so hard for the Government to say, ‘OK you now have 14 12 hour days, but you still only have to work 6 of those days.’ I know what you are thinking, why do you need the government to Ok it? I don’t, this is how I live and I can’t recommend it highly enough.
Time, our current measurement originated in the Sumerian cities around 2000 BC. The Sumerian people had their fingers in many useful pies, their cities were the first to practice year round agriculture. These cities were in what is now Southern Iraq, in what was called the Cradle of Life, which if you know cool stuff like me, and/or can use Wikipedia then you will know that is a possible location for the origin of civilization. Which really means we should show it a little more respect. But that’s another matter.
2000 years is along time to stick to the original formula, look at religion and the religious, they change stuff all the time so that it fits in with their agenda for that particular era. Why not consider altering what we perceive to be a day, disregard seconds. I have never been seconds late for anything in my life.
Thursday, 11 June 2009
letter one.
To whom it may concern,
This country is in the midst of absolute chaos, we have an unelected Prime Minister who shows no sign of relinquishing his position, MPs who are making the rules to make their lives and the lives of their families comfortable while the public who pay for it live with the fear of defaulting on their mortgage, and to make the whole situation worse the people who can make the difference are becoming more and more downtrodden. When a country is ran so badly the blame can only be partially put on the people for voting in such idiotic leaders. The majority of the blame is placed firmly on the shoulders of these so called leaders. The office of Prime Minister was stolen by Gordon Brown, the fidgety dictator. I understand that he was not given an easy task by the evil, grinning fellator of Bush, Tony Blair who managed to destroy this country from the inside and out, joining the USA on their 'rape the world' tour in which America were the headliners, and we were the opening act. When the dust settled around the bombed schools and hospitals in Iraq we were left looking like the Italians when they hooked up with the Nazis. The only difference between us and Mussolinis black shirt fascists is that he joined the nazis so he wouldn't lose the war, where as in our situation there was no war, just the illegal massacre of thousands of innocent lives on both sides, young men and women in allied uniforms being killed escorting Halliburton trucks through the destroyed desert Country, and the natives of said country rising up against the invaders to defend their land. Some people would say Brown is unlucky, that his chance to shine was tarnished by the illegal war he inherited and the expenses row, I would say that he is unworthy of our sympathy, he has made no attempt in my eyes to put anything straight, from the lack of discipline within his party to his lack of respect towards us, the people who fund the political parties predilection to porn films, duck ponds, moat dredging, cocaine and expensive rent boys.
He has been able to thrive thanks to the general apathy and misplaced attention on behalf of the public. Once upon a time we would have been on the steps of Downing Street and Westminster making sure these conniving weasels never think about ripping us off again. Instead we sit in at nights watching reality TV, eating fast food and living according to the Governments creed, 'Stay in the house, don't question the leader. fear your neighbour and pay your taxes.' Only in hardcore porno films have I ever seen such a desire to be screwed in the ass, we take it and we act like it's ok, and when we let that go the little stuff has to slide with it, after all there can be few complaints from a populace who so openly, and frequently let their government sodomise them.
Our future is bleak, once we get rid of Brown we will most likely be stuck with Cameron, which I would see as worse. After all the only thing worse than Labour is Conservative, and of course, vice versa. David Cameron spends too much time trying to be cool, and one of the fellas, you may have been popular at whatever private school you attended, but to us you are a sad, desperate wannabe with no grounding in the real world. Of all the people who I could possibly consider to be the next PM Cameron is so far down the list that Tony Blair, Gordon Brown and Maggie Thatcher are all above him. Desperation is a stinky cologne David, learn that.
The major problem is that as time has moved on, and while the public has changed massively our politicians have not. They have become a relic of a bygone era, when private educations were a strong currency. That attitude is still prevalent today, only it is no longer what we need. Instead we need someone who is in touch with the people, someone who didn't have the hindrance of a blinkered upbringing within the confines of an expensive school. That is who makes up the voting majority, and our numbers will continue to swamp the upper classes. I mentioned before how the country is addicted to reality tv, and while the format is boring to many, it is tried and tested as a way to address the public, so why not adopt this process in voting. An X-factor style show in which people who might not have had the opportunities to get into politics, but have the right ideas and are motivated for the right reasons, get the chance to put themselves forward. If there was an elite, their time is up. The government is in our employ, we fund their nonsense lives, and when an employee gets out of line and steals from the bosses they get fired. It may not happen anytime soon but the complete abolition of the government is the only move left. Replacing one party with another has ran its course, and proven itself redundant. It is comparable to driving on flat tires, and when you finally notice that your car isn't performing to it's full potential, you replace them with equally flat tires and before you know it you are in exactly the same position wondering why
Henry Hunter.
This country is in the midst of absolute chaos, we have an unelected Prime Minister who shows no sign of relinquishing his position, MPs who are making the rules to make their lives and the lives of their families comfortable while the public who pay for it live with the fear of defaulting on their mortgage, and to make the whole situation worse the people who can make the difference are becoming more and more downtrodden. When a country is ran so badly the blame can only be partially put on the people for voting in such idiotic leaders. The majority of the blame is placed firmly on the shoulders of these so called leaders. The office of Prime Minister was stolen by Gordon Brown, the fidgety dictator. I understand that he was not given an easy task by the evil, grinning fellator of Bush, Tony Blair who managed to destroy this country from the inside and out, joining the USA on their 'rape the world' tour in which America were the headliners, and we were the opening act. When the dust settled around the bombed schools and hospitals in Iraq we were left looking like the Italians when they hooked up with the Nazis. The only difference between us and Mussolinis black shirt fascists is that he joined the nazis so he wouldn't lose the war, where as in our situation there was no war, just the illegal massacre of thousands of innocent lives on both sides, young men and women in allied uniforms being killed escorting Halliburton trucks through the destroyed desert Country, and the natives of said country rising up against the invaders to defend their land. Some people would say Brown is unlucky, that his chance to shine was tarnished by the illegal war he inherited and the expenses row, I would say that he is unworthy of our sympathy, he has made no attempt in my eyes to put anything straight, from the lack of discipline within his party to his lack of respect towards us, the people who fund the political parties predilection to porn films, duck ponds, moat dredging, cocaine and expensive rent boys.
He has been able to thrive thanks to the general apathy and misplaced attention on behalf of the public. Once upon a time we would have been on the steps of Downing Street and Westminster making sure these conniving weasels never think about ripping us off again. Instead we sit in at nights watching reality TV, eating fast food and living according to the Governments creed, 'Stay in the house, don't question the leader. fear your neighbour and pay your taxes.' Only in hardcore porno films have I ever seen such a desire to be screwed in the ass, we take it and we act like it's ok, and when we let that go the little stuff has to slide with it, after all there can be few complaints from a populace who so openly, and frequently let their government sodomise them.
Our future is bleak, once we get rid of Brown we will most likely be stuck with Cameron, which I would see as worse. After all the only thing worse than Labour is Conservative, and of course, vice versa. David Cameron spends too much time trying to be cool, and one of the fellas, you may have been popular at whatever private school you attended, but to us you are a sad, desperate wannabe with no grounding in the real world. Of all the people who I could possibly consider to be the next PM Cameron is so far down the list that Tony Blair, Gordon Brown and Maggie Thatcher are all above him. Desperation is a stinky cologne David, learn that.
The major problem is that as time has moved on, and while the public has changed massively our politicians have not. They have become a relic of a bygone era, when private educations were a strong currency. That attitude is still prevalent today, only it is no longer what we need. Instead we need someone who is in touch with the people, someone who didn't have the hindrance of a blinkered upbringing within the confines of an expensive school. That is who makes up the voting majority, and our numbers will continue to swamp the upper classes. I mentioned before how the country is addicted to reality tv, and while the format is boring to many, it is tried and tested as a way to address the public, so why not adopt this process in voting. An X-factor style show in which people who might not have had the opportunities to get into politics, but have the right ideas and are motivated for the right reasons, get the chance to put themselves forward. If there was an elite, their time is up. The government is in our employ, we fund their nonsense lives, and when an employee gets out of line and steals from the bosses they get fired. It may not happen anytime soon but the complete abolition of the government is the only move left. Replacing one party with another has ran its course, and proven itself redundant. It is comparable to driving on flat tires, and when you finally notice that your car isn't performing to it's full potential, you replace them with equally flat tires and before you know it you are in exactly the same position wondering why
Henry Hunter.
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