Saturday, 17 July 2010
TORY GLAMOURPUSS IN CAR CRASH. Zac Goldsmith makes an arse of himself about election expenses (C4 News,...
One of CallHimDave's A List celebrity wankers, now an MP, crashed his car all over the Channel Four News studio last night. Mr Zac Fishpaste, son of the happily late Sir Jams Fishpaste, thug, bully and philanderer, brother of the uberslappertotty, Jemimah-Kahn-Fishpaste and dilletante environmentalist chum of CallHimHighness Charles Windsor, Zac, like his Dad, is an obnoxious prick, his veneer of civility bubbling and peeling away rapidly should he not get his way. Unlike CallHimDave, whose drug use is "private," Zac was expelled from Eton for smoking dope - no, really, maybe the Head loathed, as did most people, Zac's pater, must have been something special in Zac's case, or they'd have been throwing-out all the little fuckers - but is otherwise as repellent as, well, most of the front bench.
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That's breeding, that is; the absolute right to talk over some disagreeable little man using nicely formed vowels, while sulkily lounging as if one were a teenager behaving badly at dinner.
Jesus, if you only had one bullet, eh? Do you know, I think Snow would edge it. Sanctimonious, lying, little cunt. Close run thing though.
I'm quite offended by this cunt. He stated in his campaign that if Cammo didn't suck his cock on some bollox greeny thing that he'd resign and force a by-election. Fair fucking play if it was about helping the poorest or some other, you know, principled shit but no, no, no. Some bollox about wind farms or some other abstract shite.
He's got fuck all experience, never having sullied himself with that anachronistic passtime of running for the local council, never bothering with having a proper job you know, helping people and shit, never showing the slightest bit of interest in his constituency and being parachuted into one of the safest blue places in Blighty. The guy's a cunt and should engage in some personal criticism and fucking resign or at least do the decent and shut the fuck up. Wanker.
Mongoose, one bullet: quite so. Dilemmas, dilemmas....
Snow is not a legislator, mr m, but works, if that's the word, in showbusiness, where all are pathetic; the Fishpastes, however, would re-order our lives to their own advantage, squander them to their own profit. Even in the absence of any bullets, however, there is no shortage of your own, favoured, hempen neckties with which to signal our absolute disapproval of the unGodly Zac, fucking heathen bastard.
I like the sulky teenager motif, MR PTB, it's what i
reaching for at four am, up all night, leaning on the windowsill.
I have little argument with that, Mr Ishmael. Zac would be second up the gallows steps in any case. Ghastly little shit just bought a seat in the Mother of Parliaments but the whole argument is bollocks. I'll bet three-quarters of them spent more than they were allowed. And though the lad doubtless spends more than that on lunch, he does need some media training.
Snow OTOH is a serial sack of shit and is good for nowt except ploughing back in. Dad was a bishop, grandad a general. One of the workers; all in this together. It's enough to make a train cry.
Jon Sox has certainly held that post rather too long but the whole C4 News thing is rabidly tokenistic and unpleasant, and now for some shit news with our resident black girl, makes me wanna puke, and that's not to mention his virtual ejaculation of delight everytime Washington is mentioned, or, better still he is allowed to go there, at my expense. The whole gang of Snows are descended, aren't they, from Lloyd George and Peter and Jon and Dan are probably far more establishment-entrenched than those they interview. GoldSchmidt, however, is exactly as Mr PTB describes him and deserves a good kicking, even from one of his own caste.
Mr DTP's rage is well judged; that they are all cunts is axiomatic here; A-List cunts like Zac merit serious disdain.
If I die on top of the hill, by the way, well, that'll be that.
What's this about dying on top of hills? For some reason, I have a vision of Mr I, with Buster on the handlebars, competing in the Tour de France....
Zac G is very nearly a caricature of himself. Take away the green tinge and add green wellies and a shotgun and he'd be perfect. He is, in fact, the ruling class version of Ali G. Is it cos I is too posh? Is he a nouveau riche arriviste or from genuinely old money? The former seems more likely...
The thought of Mr Ishmael & Buster competing in the Tour de France is quite amusing for reasons i'm not too sure of Mr PTB. I'm of the opinion that 1 of them, sooner rather than later would intone to the other 'fuck this shit, there's a cafe over there' or perhaps 'crikey, this all seems a bit speedy, can't we slow down and enjoy the countryside?'
Not even the imprint of a single day's work - let alone a good deed - on the ghastly little shit's character. Truly awful, as are they all, in their own way.
Alas, no, mr ptb, neither himself or I will ever join les bicyclettistes, not whilst there is a drop of fuel in the SmartCar.
The lines are from one of Mr Bob Dylan's 1965 flurry of surreal rock 'n' roll recordings; a twelve-bar blues, originally entitled The Phantom Engineer, the song, It Takes A Lot To Laugh, It Takes A Train To Cry, marries the haunting, Western imagery of the Train In The Distance to Dylan's, pharmaceutically-fuelled, lyrical fatalism. It is something and nothing, save that the recorded version is - though difficult, indeed impossible to comprehend in a conventional, literary sense - utterly bewitching.
It is not meant to be a private party but Mr Mongoose and I exchange, betimes, lines from this and other Dylan works.
I ride a Mailtrain, babe
Can't buy a thrill.
Been up all night, leaning on the windowsill,
If I die, on top of the hill
And if I don't make it
You know my baby will.
As I say, somnething and nothing.
For those interested in Zac a good Googling of his father, Sir James Goldsmith, should clarify things, Mind the blood pressure, Ye of sensitivity.
Hah, yet another Dylan track my memory had mislaid. Thank ye kindly.
They do make bicycles with small motors, these days. A basket for Buster and you're away.
Contrary to the opinion here, I thought it was J Snow who made a right arse of himself....he should have just admitted he was a lying cunt - which he is - at the beginning of interviw and then let Goldsmith get on with the interview.
Snow has form in not letting truth get in the way of a good story. Many people know that all parties cheat on their election expenses but they thought it would be fun to pick on the rich kid and give him a good kicking. Nice to see him fighting back. Bunch of santimonious television presenter fuckers.
A glance through the back pages, mr anonymous, will reveal that here we are not Snow-men, it will reveal, furthermor, that we consider most journalism, regardless of its proprietorship, to be a form of skymadeupnewsandfilth, SNow, therefore, does have form, as do they all. The difference here is that there is a legitimate interest in kicking a rich kid parauchuted into power over us by another rich kid - fuck Old Etonians in Governemnt, all of them - Golsmith -like Snow - is an obnoxious cunt, the son of an obnoxious cunt and it is great to see them squabblings, especially great to see Zac's sulky teenager coming to the fore, his languid, intolerable superiority revealed by Snow's needling.
We do not subscribe here to My Enemy;s Enemy Is My Friend Theory,rather that it is possible to detest Snow and Goldsmith equally, as any decent person should , and rejoice when their customary mutuality of interest collides.
No business, as we say, like Snow business.
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