If you threw him five hundred quid, the Daily Blame's Richard Littlejohn
would eat the shit from a dog's arse.
My friend, mike the plane, came around, chortling, at Christmas. Look what mrs. mtp's got me, he said, waving a paperback. Oh, for fucks sake, mike, it's Littlecock, man's a redneck slag. But he tells it like it is..........No, he fucking doesn't. He's a nasty bully from the same stables as Kelvin McFilth and Paul Staines and Mad Mel Phillips-Rosenberg, he's vermin. Ah, but he can write......No, but he can't, I've written and discarded much better rightwing polemics. And leftwing ones. He's not even any good at that, he just bullies people. On behalf of that pig ignorant, drunken, frothing, sweaty, puce-faced, bloated and soon, mercifully, for the love of God and His Creation, to die from a heart attack, arsehole Dacre, Satan's mutant cocksucker. Who??? Dacre, editor in chief of that filthy rag you read. Oh. OK then. How's about I lend it to you when I'm done? How's about you don't?
I have little or no patience with the transgender issue. I feel that I am a rich man trapped in a poor man's body. Sometimes it's Hell. I see some moron in the latest Aston Martin and my whole body screams, It Shoulda Been Me, Oh, Lord It Shoulda Been Me. But I have to live with it. I only own one home, how can that be right? Why can't I have a homes and money reassignment operation? That's the way I see it, anyway. But I'm just nobody, just Everyman and it doesn't much matter what I say.
If I had a column on a national shitrag, as does Littlecock, I'd have to be bit more considerate of the feeling of others, though...........Or would I? Isn't the popularity of this foul-mouthed, jumped-up, empty-headed, idle and worthless scribbler - and so many like him - just one of Ruin's symptoms, isn't the hateful, divisive, partisan yet changeable daily enmity of these filthy slags just Ruin's running sore on Decency's epidermis, a symptom of the raging necrosis below?
Ruchard LittleCock, never mind his vile master, is a cancer on the public good, he should be cut-out.
For those bemused by this excoriation I refer to the transgender suicide, Lucy Meadows, a male to female changeling who had the temerity ot continue her job as a teacher, to the orchestrated and phoney rage of our Dicky, who, for all we know, spends his money on Ladymen, he looks the type. It seems that the teachers and school authorities were accepting of this situation and presumably the NHS were of a mind that this was a necessary procedure; the best thing, then, would have been to let things settle down. As it is, thanks to her bullying by LittleCock, named and damned by the coroner, Miss killed herself. How are the caring ones at the Mail going to explain that to her pupils? KINKY MISS KILLED HERSELF BECAUSE OUR FEARLESS BULLY TOLD IT LIKE IT IS?
The coroner said, in effect, that with Richard LittleJohn behaving like this, Leveson might as well - as we all knew a priori- not have happened. I suppose we must thank for this - tha status quo ante - the midnight meeting between our political masters which spiked his Lordship's recommendations. And his own, wretched, lawyerly cowardice.