The chronicles of Ruin, continued.
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10 September 2009 22:59
Wednesday 22 July 2009
MORE TONY, SOMETIMES SATAN COMES AS A MAN OF PEACE.
Gordon Snot is so unpardonably vile, humourless, so obviously criminally deranged, such a life-long freak and bully and misfit; so droningly, absurdly sanctimonious; such a rebuke to Decency and Fairness as to have been spawned in some vile, devilish buggery; so overwhelmingly revolting is this grim ruiner that we may easily forget that he is but one - hulking, malformed and afflicted and dominating as he is - of a trio of grotesques which hijacked what remained of the Labour movement after the disgusting Kinnock and the repulsive old fag Hatterjee were done with it.
Lauded and fellated by the fucked-up gangster knaves of parliament and kow-towed to by the Meeja, Mandelstein holds the door open for Perfidy and smirks, shitting in our faces but the frontman, the tart, the Robbie Williams, the Bono of this discordant and ruinous degenerate trio is hovering in the wings, awaiting a pan-European encore; the pretty, straight guy is, for now, out of sight; neither he nor his crimes should be out of mind.
Kinder to Bob, Lilith, than He has been to the deranged, stuttering, snot-eating, warmongering imbecile in Downing Street - and him a son of the manse, with a direct line.
Great drumming, much under-valued, Infidels - Jokerman, Sweetheart like you, I and I, License to Kill - and Mick Taylor.
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Gordon Snot is so unpardonably vile, humourless, so obviously criminally deranged, such a life-long freak and bully and misfit; so droningly, absurdly sanctimonious; such a rebuke to Decency and Fairness as to have been spawned in some vile, devilish buggery; so overwhelmingly revolting is this grim ruiner that we may easily forget that he is but one - hulking, malformed and afflicted and dominating as he is - of a trio of grotesques which hijacked what remained of the Labour movement after the disgusting Kinnock and the repulsive old fag Hatterjee were done with it.
Lauded and fellated by the fucked-up gangster knaves of parliament and kow-towed to by the Meeja, Mandelstein holds the door open for Perfidy and smirks, shitting in our faces but the frontman, the tart, the Robbie Williams, the Bono of this discordant and ruinous degenerate trio is hovering in the wings, awaiting a pan-European encore; the pretty, straight guy is, for now, out of sight; neither he nor his crimes should be out of mind.
Apart from that he's not a bad bloke then?
God wasn't all bad for Bob. That is such a fantastic pic of Blair.
I second that Lilith, and so believable.
Kinder to Bob, Lilith, than He has been to the deranged, stuttering, snot-eating, warmongering imbecile in Downing Street - and him a son of the manse, with a direct line.
Great drumming, much under-valued, Infidels - Jokerman, Sweetheart like you, I and I, License to Kill - and Mick Taylor.
The Devil has the best tunes, but Bob writes the narrative.
That photo is to die for!
Many, Mr Kenji Nagai, have.
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