Friday, August 04, 2006

What is it about Home Secretaries?

Fucking useless pillock John Reid is dummy-spitting because the judges won't bend the law against a bunch of guys who used their initiative to escape the Taliban. You'd think he wanted them to have to be dole-bludgers, rather than actually contribute to the economy.

That's the same sort of economic illiteracy that fuels resentment against immigrants which runs through all our pols. But then they are too used to sucking at the public teat themselves.

Puritan Nazis, Fuck Off!!

I'm a binge drinker, it appears — because I might drink 3 pints in a sitting.

Heck, that's just a fun lunchtime's session, and I've gone on to do real work on afternoons like that. Indeed, I'm binge drinking now, being on my second tinnie of the evening!

Supposedly it might take as much as a year off my life — but like all of these things, you may not actually live any longer, just feel that way.

Honestly, what planet are these people on. Puking in the street, swearing at passers-by or getting into a bit of aggro from the drink, that's binge drinking. Dragging moderate social drinking into the same bracket just robs them of any little credibility they had left, and leaves their Stalinist puritanism naked to the eye.

You couldn't make this up

That peaceful religionist, Mohammed Abdul Kahar, accidentally (but not sufficiently) shot by police when raiding his house, turns out to be a true follower of the pedophile pirate in having a taste for kiddy pr0n.

Friday, June 30, 2006

Your Council Tax money at work

The local council office is on the business park where I work. Newly built, out of town, thus forcing a lot of employees who used to walk to work to get cars. How green can you get.

Tuesdays, the marketing rep for the consortium (“Please rent some space so it isn't so embarassing that we have only built half the plots and even those buildings are half empty.”) does a “healthy walk”. I go along because it gets me out of the office one lunchtime a week, and there is a small chance there might be some approachable totty.

This week, one of the council women is telling about a publicity film she's been making, about fly-tipping. Synopsis: chap abandons car. Kid breaks in, finds nowt of interest, so starts playing with a lighter. Sets fire to upholstery. Takes pictures on his mobile. Gets overcome by fumes. Moral: it's costs less than a life to pay to get a car broken for scrap.

Notwithstanding the fact that the rampant growth of the Chinese economy now makes a car worth enough that you could sell it, rather than pay for it to be towed; if some pathetic little wankstain uses an abandoned car to autodarwinate, it should be regarded as a mitigating circumstance on the part of the owner against the charge of not recycling responsibly, that he made up for aforesaid wankstain's daddy not having pulled out in time.


A space to rant

For when things annoy me. And where my parents won't know it's me :lol:

Sad, isn't it. Pushing 50 and cursed with silver surfers for parents. So, here's where I can say “Fuck!!” a lot on-line.