BEREAVED YOUNG PARENT, GORDON SNOT, 60.
VOTE FOR ME, MY KID DUH-DUH-DUH-DIED.LOOK
BEREAVED YOUNG PARENT
DAVE LOADSAMONEY CAMERON, 26.
DAVE LOADSAMONEY CAMERON, 26.
AND MINE DID, TOO, VOTE FOR ME.EXCLUSIVE
PIERS MORON'S TOUR OF DEAD IRAQI CHILDREN.
IT'S ALL RELATIVE, REALLY, ISN'T IT
I MEAN, THEY HARDLY COUNT, COMPARED WITH A CELEBRITY CHILD, DO THEY?
IN ORDER TO RETURN A SOCIALIST GOVERNMENT WITH GORDON BROWN AT THE HELM.
DID I MENTION THAT I'M A SOCIALIST?This cretinous gabshite toady is, along with Cowell and let's not forget Richard and Judy, symptomatic of the relentless stupefying - or dumbing down - of the nation which is the stock-in-trade of skymadeupnewsandfilth and which is a complete betrayal of the founding ethos - and hence the licesnig arrangement - of the BBC. Why don't we revolt into Decency and lynch this piece of shit from the nearest lamp-post?
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Not wanting to well, yer know, trivialize this thread unlike the last (although the Jeyes fluid on the grundies can go down as sound advice) but is Cameron doing an impression of Brucie?
I don't know who Brown's advisor is but FFS Morgan? Morgan? Who the fuck is gonna watch those two cunts separately let alone felching off each other on issues such as 'how much of a cunt are you Gordon?' 'Well, more of a cunt than you Piers, thanks fer asking?'
In other Beard news:
Turkey basters 3 for a pound
Jock inbred spunk linked to cuntishness
Money burns less well than shitcakes
et fucking cetera.
Can one of you clever folk out there, who do those audiovisual things, put those photos (and the rest) as a slideshow behind footage of the manse ponce leaking lachrymal fluid?
It is both heart-rending and enraging, Mr PTB, that we fawn over this vile, bloody, snot-eating bastard and his gang of shitbags and never even see these images.
I try to keep the page clean and simple and avoid widgets and gadgets, columns of video clips; some of the blogs, it's like looking at the front page of the old Times, so dense are they, packed with Twittering and fuck knows what else and for me more is less But I suppose I could quite easily learn how to do that stuff, I have all the software, it's just the old argument - about form over substance - and in this case about pornographising by media trickery the already sufficiently obscene.
I think the collision of Morgan's grinning face with the dead and dying children and the bewildered parents is artifice enough, for me, something one more gifted would be able to convey with words alone. It's not false modesty, just that, as Josey Wales opined, a man's gotta know his limitations.
Morgan interviewing Brown:
Gordon Brown: “I’d had lots of girlfriends but the person I wanted to marry was Sarah.”
because of all his lots of girlfriends (with none of which he was ever pictured by the way)she had the biggest bollocks
You are right, Mr Ishmael, gimmicks and folderolls add nothing to your import; my suggestion was directed more to the video-enriched world we now live in, to drive home with a pickaxe this object lesson of the murderer sobbing over a splinter in his finger.
One child (sadly deceased but who died free of pain and of natural causes) versus thousands of children, held, mutilated and broken, screaming or annihilated, in their parents' arms, all bewildered.
The ponce wants us all to have a mental image of him cradling his dying daughter. Ok, his choice, seedy, maladroit as ever, self-serving and brimming with self-pity. But so few see the photos you display here. In the manner of A Clockwork Orange, I would wish them to be unable to look away.
The British (the English?) are so sickeningly sentimental about blond-haired, blue-eyed dead children (Peter Thingie, James Bulger, the two Norfolk girls et al) who, when they were alive, would have been seen as ASBOs-in-waiting. The rest, unless they are spawned by famous folk, count for nothing more than a headline on page 8. Dead foreign children? Dead not-white foreign children? Who gives a shit?
Dear God, Mr PTB, to be a mad, slobbering, snot-eating gimp bastard and to start fathering children in your dotage is all but fucking criminal behaviour. If your mad Uncle Walter suddenly found himself a bearded tranny horror freak from a travelling circus and started siring damaged kids in his old age, you'd take the bugger out to the barn, blow his fucking brains out and be done with it. To have to watch the swine bleat and snivel about it as if it wasn't odds-on going to be a disaster. It is just too much to bear.
We can mourn for the girl and we can certainly mourn for the parents and I can personally accept that this interview with Morgan did touch upon a sentiment that is tragic, baleful and upsetting.
However, if this is in some way an activity to pluck our heart strings other than that which we see every day, that which we cope with everyday then there is wiggle room. They are both men and they have both lost nippers - dashed unlucky. When Cameron lost his kid I thought it odd that PMQ's was suspended but on reflection - t'was the 'right thing to do'.
The fact that these guys have lost kids is relevant in as much as don't call them paedos when you should have shouted ruinous cunt.
Cameron doesn't play it to the extent that Snotty does, although he has and continues to underpin his commitment to the NHS by reference to the dead wee man and although Cameron's breeding is within normal age limits his disregard for the dead Iraqi infants is as monstrous and contemptible as is Snotty's, to do anything other than ignore this butchery, of course, would invite the question why he voted for Big Al's 45 minute nonsense, him being so clever and all, and is he responsible, in part, therefore, for the Massacre of the Innocents de nos jours.
I dunno, either, about them both being men. I think Brown is something aberrational, requiring autopsy to be fully understood.
A wee insight into Dave; years back, when he was just an MP he appeared on some programme about disability and he described how in his home he and the others referred to the sick kid as being not some wretched medical term but as being "not quite right," he said it in an obviously loving way and it was genuine. Some fucking rights harpy on the programme laid-into him, saying, You shouldn't call him that, how very dare you, being disablist. I was hoping he'd tell her to go and fuck her rotten self but no, immediately he kowtowed, more or less apologised, anxious for the vote, you see, anxious not to offend prepared to suppress and deny thrice even his intimate family argot. The man is an utter cunt and I have detested him since that moment, anybody wants power so bad shouldn't get anywhere near it. And having seen his shabby opportunism on that occasion I feel fairly sure that the announcement of the child's eventual death was made as much in consultation with the policy unit as with the wife and kids. And wasn't, Mr DTP, Brown's decision to cancel PMQs just an opportunity for Snotty himself, sharing his bereavement, to piss on Dave's parade?, to remind people, as he has never ceased to do, that he, too, had a dead kid?
http://www.flickr.com/photos/billy_blofeld/4350395057/
Thanks, mr anonymous, I've added it to the post.
Odd, isn't it, how Brown brings out the very worst in people, the horrible fucking bastard.
So that's a maybe then?
Children are so much an ultimate. I would run into the path of a bus for any of mine. And any proper parent would do likewise. There is no especial honour or valour in it. Darwin! For fuck's sake.
To use your tragedy like that - for votes - is beyond any decency. How do they sleep?
As loud(ly) as you like.
thanks, mr mongoose, to you, I spent the wee, small hours trawling through more cyber-Young than is good for a Presbyterian, like me - interviews, archive, current and I'm sorry, I couldn't find anything to like. Best thing about him was Prelude's After The Goldruch, in my judgement.
Had this, before, with the elbys, so that's two bites now at the YoungFest, a sufficiency.
Those interested in the uber grossness of ancient rockers might youtube Young and Paul McCartney howling their ways through A Day In The Life; never seen Fab Macca so wrong-footed, atonal and tasteless, I think he musta been pissed, had a hard day's night or something. Poor Heather, if this was the silver, eldermoptop, letting his dyed hair down, it was enough to make her chop off her other leg, in protest.
Goddam hippies. There oughta be a law.
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