SHOP STEWARD AINSWORTH: OI'M GOOIN ON BLEEDIN' STRIKE
General Sir Richard Dannatt, the outgoing head of the army, said today that his troops were facing a "difficult and dangerous operation" in
Not the same thing, Sir Dick, will and must: the one is an assurance, the other a hope.
Speaking at the official opening of an army recovery centre in
We must hope that Sir Dick doesn’t bring this concept to the
Human rights activists, meanwhile, are calling for the humane destruction of Mr Bob Ainsworth, the pretend Defence Secretary. They keep pushing him out in front of the press, and the poor creature hasn’t a fucking clue what he’s talking about. It’s embarrassing for him and painful to watch, only not as painful as getting your guts blown open in this fuckwit war. They should just make a deal with the Talimen and at the same time decriminalise drugs, they’ll do it sooner or later; you know they will, they know they will, and in the meantime poor Ainsworth suffers a death from a thousand cuts. It’s just not fair on him. The prat.
In a plea to be allowed to carry on fucking things up, Brother Ainsworth said testily "I'm afraid it is becoming almost impossible to say anything without it being taken out of context and twisted and me being cunted up hill and down dale," he told BBC Radio 4's Today programme. “Oi never said that the bleedin war’d be over boy next year, just that that cunt, the new General, Wotsisname, was talkin’ shite when he said it’d be gooin on for forty fucking years, people don’t realoise warritis what I’m talkin’ about half the bleedin’ time. Any road up, I’m off for me snap, now, Mrs has done me favourite, faggotsanpeas in a roll. An’ I int talking about that Alan bleedin’
On the bright side, some more squaddies have died, so this proves, according to Field Marshal Snot of the