GIVE THIS MAN A JOB IN THE COALITION.
"Angry" Paul Staines, formerly known as Guido Fawkes.
On Question Time, with lying bastard, Oliver Letwin, some tongue-tied Millibandian
and a wee girl who put them all to shame.
On Question Time, with lying bastard, Oliver Letwin, some tongue-tied Millibandian
and a wee girl who put them all to shame.
Well, the NHS, it's just too big. And the doctors are always complaining. Students? They should get 'paper rounds, my wife says so. Dead Tree Press, that's the thing for them. Wikileaks? Mainly gossip, isn't it?
That's it. Hear it Saturday lunchtime on R4. Or better still, build a snowman.
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Jeez. I was expecting full-strength espresso and all we got was Mellow Birds.
Then again, I expect you are very polite in the local shop, Mr I.
I don't know what I was expecting but that wasn't it.
I try to be polite to most people, mr yaic, just not anybody on the BBC.
On his blog, our Gweed likes to refer to his portly self in the third person. On MSM, he flips into first (well, it would be pretentious, otherwise, wouldn't it?). He is one of a number of pseudolibertarian cryptofascists for whom the invention of a zero'th person would be apposite.
My young friend, stanislav, the polish plumber, never capitalised his name and always spoke of himself in the third person. But this was because, in his heart of hearts, he knew he didn't really exist. Unfortunately, mr edgar, we cannot say the same for Col. von Fawkes.
As i've mentioned before, I never go there, to order-order, because I don't like pizza and I can't stand the smell of blood, especially children's - I couldn't give a fuck about "scoops"; I don't, therefore, know who the readership is but it would be an odd crew, indeed, to applaud his QT performance.
Pseudolibertarian cryptofascist is probably, sadly, about right.
Pseudolibertarian cryptofacistic Roman Catholic patriarch. His readership was spitting and horrified when he lauded the Popenfuhrer when he came over here teaching the dangers of secularism. Not quite what they expected from their iconoclastic hero.
And as we pressed our noses against the steamy window of mediaminster we could see them all: Heffer, Polly, Toilets Maguire, Dale and Guido but who were the career pundits taking someone`s shilling and spinning someone`s line and who were the iconoclasts was no longer obvious.
Must be thirty years since I read Animal Farm but that came to mind.
New Press, same as the old Press.
I see - horrified, mind you - that the twat now sports a wee snuffler's beard. An affectation too far for my taste. Clearly now bonkers.
It sounded like four blokes moaning in the pub with occasional interruptions by one of their teenage daughters.
Oliver Letwin scares the shit out of me - I don't know who the fuck he is but I know what the cunt does. Not getting into conspiracy shit but that cunt's as much of a Tory as my next door neighbour's cat. Wrong guy, wrong place, wrong job and far too fucking powerful to be coincidence; up against the wall.
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