- Leif Goodwin says: The fact that you use the unfortunate events in Hague's private life to make fun of him is disgraceful and sickening. Your constant use of the terms nig nogs and other offensive terms for foreigners is offensive. Your articles are not even funny, although a school child might be amused. As far as I can tell you do not reveal your identity. It is all too easy to publish such attacks on people when done anonymously. Do you have the balls to make those remarks face to face with the people you abuse? I bet not.
Wednesday, 30 March 2011
A PLEA FOR DECENCY.
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I'm not quite sure, Mr I: could you remind me how we originally learned about the 'unfortunate events' in the private life of our dignified statesman?
The Scotland one is quite funny - provided you don't live there or pay for it.
Oh, wait.
Dear Mr Leaf, thank you for this classic example of using your eyes without reading what's written. Mr Ish's robustly offensive vocabulary is in the tradition of - say - Lenny Bruce. Anonymity is neither here nor there - he's among friends and we know what he's talking about. When I posted an angry verse about Libya (& the rest) the other day, I knew perfectly well there was no need to red flag the "slot a wog" tag-line. It's the Entitled West's perpetual readiness to rain death from above (and afar, more to the point) on foreigners that's disgraceful and sickening. Any nasty name-calling they (Hague & co) get as a result round here is the least they deserve.
Mr Goodwin seems to be suffering from literalism ad absurdio. But then he has stumbled into a venue where he is not a natural audience member. As Mr Verge rightly points out, the use of words and tropes do not represent their literal selves, but still Mr Goodwin launches an attack without a question or a pause reveals a paucity in his own soul and intellect.
New round here?
The most unfortunate event of his life was that the horrible, horrible bastard drew a second breath.
It's not like that at all, Mr Goodwin, not in any sense or to any degree. Quite the opposite, in fact; to yours and our considerable benefit, as you'll hopefully find, if you take the time to poke around a bit more than you have done already.
Mr Goodwin, I disagree with the comment. Mr Ishmael writes skilfully and with intelligence, humanity, and humour. If you see no merit or message then perhaps the problem - with all due respect - lies with you.
Mr Goodwin: why stick up for Hague ? He wouldn`t piss down your throat if your guts were on fire.
Like all politicians he`s a self serving, pocket lining good for fuck all cunt who`d sell his own grandma for half a farthing. As for the abuse it`s the only weapon we have against these vermin.
If you are actually his Spad then you could do better: if you are Ian Dale then get a proper fucking job
Mr Goodwin. Even were Mr Ishmael serious in referring to wogs/ragheads/chinks and suchlike foreigners as 'nig-nogs' this would surely be a great improvement compared to the actions of successive UK governments since Iraq War I of actively hosing the poor cunts with depleted Uranium.
Mrs Dale does have a job, mr yardarm, he works for mr murdoch, like the rest of them, you should see him, just around midnight, on skymadeupnewsandfilth, he's often there with Toilets Maguire, or some other shiteater, gosh, the company these old whores keep.
I am in complete agreement with Mr Goodwhine. Nig-nogs is just too derogatory. Try fuzzy-wuzzies instead, Mr Smith.
Alas, he has disappeared, mr leif; maybe he stalks these mean cyber streets, reproaching the effers and blinders and leaves, like a dog, a trickle of piss at each venue he deems improper, insufficiently respectful; there's a good boy, Leif, roll over for your masters.
When I was a younger patriarch, mr verge, I would advise the young women of the tribe that should they contemplate being joined together with another in holy deadlock there were two types of men, those who understood and perhaps owned the Swiss Army Knife, and those who didn't. They were, the maidens - despite my buying them one themselves and instructing them in all sorts of emergency repairs to which the SWA lends itself so well - heedless as to the value of people who can do things, instead of just blabbering; the one plumped for dickhead consumer serfdom, Essex style, the other for a succession of mean cultish immersions - Scientology, Ladies' Night at the Freemason's Lodge and now, Jesus fucking wept, charismatic, rebirthing Christianity.
If I had to do it all over again, I would say, Siddown here, child, and listen to the gospel of Lenny Bruce: In the Beginning, there were no dirty words.....
Amen to that...
(As I suspected, there's a small, kind of mini-me Christmas-stocking novelty SWAK at the back of a drawer. I was going to deem it unused but then spotted a few grains of cork on the screw. Cut my finger on the knife snapping it shut. Typing with even fewer fingers than usual.)
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