The chronicles of Ruin, continued.
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10 September 2009 22:59
Sunday, 5 May 2013
RAPES OF WRATH.
“I cannot understand why
they have been made, the rape allegations, especially as I continued to socialise with one of the men as recently as last week.”
If Evans is right, this, then, is a case of bitches bitching, it's what they do. They should all settle down, get married perhaps....
Emeritus professot maledictus of rape studies, Mr George Gabshite, MP, said yesterday,
Yes, this IS a member of parliament on national and probably global television. Jesus, my father wouild turn in his grave if he saw this. The nerve of some people, who do they think they are?
There is no such thing, ladeezangenullmen, senators, congressmen and indefatigable dictators, as rape among consenting adults; it is my emeritus view that if one man sticks his John Thomas up another man's sewer pipe one time, then the first man doesn't need to ask if he wants to do it another time or ten. That'll be twelve hundred guineas, please.
People sharing or wanting to know more of George's penetrating intellectual view of the world can read more on his website: www. WhyIAmACuntAnd NotASocialist.com.
STRAIGHT SIMON SAYS
Something queer going on behind me.
This is a grave personal tragedy for a very much respected ageing fairy, I mean, member of parliament, said Straight Simon Hughes, something in the ShitMunchers' Party - do they have a president? - and it shows what we have to put up with. In my own case I was accused of gay-bashing Peter Tatchell, even though I was.
Section 28, oh, I can't remember, I'm much too important now to remember things like personal hypocrisy.
You can trust members of my party to always tell you lies. My queerbashing, for instance, wasn't really queerbashing because I'm bisexual and so it didn't count as queerbashing, obviously. See?
MR TINY SPEAKER and his wife, Embarrissima,
said that he would stand-by Mr Evans, his deputy, until he couldn't any longer. There was No way that he would allow his personal life to bring parliament into disrepute. If my wife, for instance, took every foolish opportunity to expose herself on TeeVee
then I would immediately step aside and have myself investigated by myself, even though I wouldn't.
Would he fuck,
agreed Mrs Tiny Speaker,
There is a welter of these cases, Max Clifford, Jim Davidson, that insufferable old Aussie, Rolf Harris, William Roache, some other whey-faced, jumped-up nobody from Coronation Streetand then there's Cameron's friend and neighbour, Rebecca Filth, and her cohort of bent coppers and rotten hacks, and her old man, isn't he an ingredient of the national Eton Mess ?
However obviously vile these people are, one must abide by the nostrum that they are innocent until proven guilty. Because they are.
But one can legitimately deplore that fact that Evans, as a young Thatcherite, supported Section 28, a measure which most if not all homosexuals deplored and one which this heterosexual, at any rate, considered spiteful and wrongheaded, typical WhiskyMaggie, typical Tebbit, now revealed as a smoked in the blood uKipper, although even the BNPers who have slipped in to UKIP wouldn't be manly enough for his pinstripe spiv lordship.But I digress, Tebbit brings out my inner Simon Wiesenthal.
Evans whines that he was confused. And what about his career ?
Ah, career, the word has taken on the timbre of a wedding vow. Cuntishness, people used to have jobs and it was only the parasite caste - lawyers, doctors, academe, the military and the noncing monsignors - who had careers; now govament insist that burger-slinging for the minimum wage in same McDonalds shiteatery is actually, citizen, a career. You get gold stars, don't you?
I was brought up to believe that membership of parliament was a public service, how can it be that AND a career?
And even now, when any sensible person would stand down until acquitted, Evans insists he can carry on with his solemn duties - invigilating the conduct of six hundred of his fellow frauds, slags, pimps, liars, thieves, blackmailers, money launderers, child molesters, hypocrites and degenerates. Mr tdg, again, springs to mind, really, all you can do with one as fucked up as Evans is view him as a patient, one of the lunatics - to deploy an over-used but apt metaphor - who has taken over the asylum.