THE RUMOUR McMILL.
Scottish legal circles thrum to a couple of current post-referendum rumours: which prominent politician, when an undergraduate, was so incensed by a boyfriend's infidelity that, with her teeth, she almost removed the poor man's errant penis? Which prominent politician is planning to retire to Canada but is in a quandary over whether to take his wife, his mistress or both? All very Louis Quatorze, the latter, but then, in honour of the cowardly Prince Charlie and his scarpering abroad, we do have road signs in French; perhaps, again, we will see a King Across The Water, in Quebec.
Ugly rumours, maybe they are a lawyer thing; who, after all, in our legislature could behave so badly?
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I simply cannot imagine!
"Ugly rumours, maybe they are a lawyer thing"
Wasn't UgRum the name of Blair's band at university?
No getting away from the cunt.
verge.//
Yes, that was my thought, Blair; he'll be salivating, today, having a wee WarWank, I shouldn't wonder. Now, there's an image transgresife, mr verge, kiddycorpses and money as ejaculation fodder.
I am sure, mr rr, that you can. Can't find anything online but maybe it's been buttoned-up, like so much about Blair. It's properly a job for mr guido von fawkes, only he works for Murdoch now.
Hmmm - those fucking Murdoch tentacles reach everywhere these days. A job for Max Farquar maybe - if he can rise above the 'Friday Funnies'.
Warwankers is right Mr I. Good piece by Peter Oborne in the Filthograph yesterday echoing our views on the Saudis. I have seen none of the debate in the House of Fools. Ludicrous I assume?
Thanks for the signpost to the Oborne article Mr BB - I'd missed it. I like him - maybe one of the few remaining Tory Anarchists - though I sometimes think he's a little too partial to the Persians (that said they have good reason to be angry with us - apart from the SAS, of course, who may well be honourary citizens of the Islamic Republic...). Oborne makes a strange bedfellow with Galloway. What was all that bullshit the latter was spouting about them being a 'death cult'? I wager that the controlling minds are nothing of the sort. Much more reminiscent of the 'Young Stalin's' gangster days in Georgia. Pyschopathic terrorists (Cameron)? For sure they have a few of them on he frontline and, indeed, in the social media sphere. But just now I feel they are reeling us in like fish. This is a time for quiet work not bombing raids on civil infrastructure and, inevitably, civilians. Intelligence work, diplomacy and the precision of the assassin's bullet...
P.S. A good piece on this same matter from the 'Gents' over at 'Capitalists at Work':
www.cityunslicker.co.uk/2014/09/parliament-to-vote-for-war-against.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+CapitalistsWork+%28Capitalists+%40+Work%29
With humble apologies for occassionally plugging other sites Mr I. Ishmaeli is without doubt the best part of the Internet but one does keep a eye on what goes on elsewhere from time to time...
There's a of of money to be made out of another war (for a lot of different people). There is also a lot of opportunity to further restrict the freedoms and activities of we members of the "lower orders".
Talking of Blair: I watched some footage of one S. Hussein on trial. The man, whatever his faults may have been, was dignified and courageous, even on the scaffold he never lost his iron nerve. It made me wonder what Blair would do in the same circumstances. Hopefully one day we'll know.
-richard
With you on that Mr Richard. Saddam was a bad mother-fucker - but he was 'our' mother-fucker, to COIN, a phrase. I never really got Gulf War 2 - any 9/11 types would have been up to their necks in shit in one of Uday's jails - never let religion get in the way of porn and whisky. Would nae have happended in Nixon & Kissinger's days...
I can't bear the stupidity of it, the letters in the Telegraph from the Shire Colonels and Admirals, the hilarious graphics in the Mail showing how the SAS are already on the ground disguised as goats and so, nauseatingly, on and on. We have become a disgrace: absurd, puny contributors to Skywars; idiotic perpetuators of what we profess to despise; carriers of the Pox Americana. But Nigel Farage is watching the Ryder Cup, so never fear.
Its all bullshit Mr BB - all of it. As Mr Farage said, in relation to something else, "you couldn't make it up". Only they have and they do and will continue to do so - long after you and I and Mr I are gone...
It truly was ludicrous, lickspittles mealy-mouthing their heads off, every last one of them and that hideous old face-lifted skank, Kay Burley, questioning them outside, on the Green of Truth Betrayed, one old Tory cunt, a former war minister, shamelessly plugging some electronic warfare devices no doubt made by a company which handsomely rewards him for access to the contents of his ministerial address book. Howarth, I think his name was, as arch and preening and contemptible a phoney as ever shat in our faces, and there he was doing it still, right there on the telly; marching up the scaffold is what he needs and a long drop on a short rope. Miliband, Hain and Jowell, NewLabour's bent warmongers oozing reluctant statesmanlike agreement on yet another bogus cassus bellus; Miliband, especially, made me want to puke, the insufferable fucking jumped-up layabout, fuck him and fuck his father and fuck his brother and fuck his mrs and fuck his fucking spawn, these people are a disease, these fraudsters, blackmailers, thieves and pimps, a foul pox which has already consumed the labour movement, ripped out its guts and scattered them before GlobaCorp's unstoppable combine harvester; here's this worthless malformed, adenoidal, speech impaired jackanapes dotting Villainy's is, crossing his tees, like he was head boy in a school for the retarded. And of course he is.
If mr fruitcake keeps this abomination from further office then whatever else he does, he deserves a pint from us, even if we are foraging for food from dustbins. How the fuck did it come to this, that we would rather a redneck rabble-rousing chancer than the Labour party?
I cannot credit Miliband as a creature of flesh and blood, and yet as you say he is the very embodiment of socialism's failure in this country, sent to mock us.
If Maggie did really say that Blair would not let "us" dowm, what would she have said about Millibrat? No need to speak, Mags, pour yourself another one and laugh yourslef silly.
That such a useless dick is the heir to something he neither understands nor respects is just too much. "Me dad was a something and so I am a something too - like me bruvver. 'Course me 'ouse is worth three mill but I'll pay the mansion tax out of me expenses. Allowed ain't it?" The cockroach class as politician. It is TV and the rise of the PPE-only politician that has debased it all. What do they know of politics who only politics know? But if you cannot even master a bacon sarnie, best not go on the telly at all, Ed lad.
Repetition never did convince us in the end. It wore us down. Which was the core Blairite skill, and I doubt that it will ever wash again. Hence why Brown and Cameron and all the rest struggle so. They are copying a (vile) master. Like Clinton, he could have sold the sand to the sea. It is going to end badly for the TV politician - a fifty year post-Vietnam experiment in the restatement of lies and the taking of us all for fools.
Well, Australia was first into this forthcoming fuck-up with good ol Uncle Sam. 600 of our finest, 200 SAS. But no boots-on-the-ground, mind - pull the other one; these blokes don't go half way round the would to hold a seminar.
Lo and behold; within days we have our own home-grown headchoppers (imported from the middle east and awarded Aussie citizenship, like they were useful for something) popping up on Facebook trying to impress their frieds by a beheading or two in Sydney. At least here we don't have that Uman Rites stuff; if the spooks and coppers don't get them then it will be outsourced to the surfies or bikies a la Maroubra, like last time the Lebs got a bit cheeky.
Christ, at this rate I'll be looking for another country to emigrate to, shortly.
I fucking hate the Merkins with a passion.
An empty car pulls up and an empty suit gets out, it seems to talk but it is merely the wind sighing through the empty suit making a sound like Miliband...Miliband. Wysteria screws his washer gob into a line, looking tough like he did at Eton when as Head Prefect he caught the fags farting in prayers. He chairs a meeting of COBRA, useless cunts talking bollocks about a situation over which they have no control.
That tender cradle of human rights, Saudi and the other Gulf States have come up with some good PR for their token air raids: a Prince and a woman courageously firing missiles from a hundred miles out. The Iraqi army, trained and equipped by us legs it, leaving their kit behind, Iran and Turkey let us do their dirty work and Israel.
Israel`s been a bit quiet over this rash of Islamonutterbastards appearing not too far from the Golan border; they`ve already struck into Lebanon. You`d think the might of the IAF would crush them like insects, someone in Gaza chucks a few fireworks over a the border and its Armafucking geddon but Tel Avi`s quiet on this one. Curious.
I know too well, mr mike, how you feel, I find myself thinking of islands smaller and more remote, especially since the rise of MacFascism.
It is an obscene racist inversion which they would have us inhabit, mr yardarm; when the Israeli racist gangster fuckpigs annihilate Gazan children we give them medals and renew their missile stocks and yet when their actions spawn havoc we blame and will slaughter as we see fit, anyone we choose, so long as they're wogs.
As for Saudi fighter aces, well, if you cried, you know you'd fill a lake with tears. That line is from The Mad Hatters' Song by the ISB, it is, all of this, a mad hatters tea party. COBRA, I know, everytime I see them marching resolutely in, holding their folders, I fair convulse myself in hollow laughter; Fallon, Hammond and Cameron, sane people around the world must be laughing their heads off; socialiste Frankie Hollande, his trousers round his legs and his cock in his hand, falling over himself in his rush to bomb working class nig-nog bastards; all we need, from Europe, is that thieving old ghoul, Christine laVache, tottering on stage and gibbering imperiously about compassionate usury, the manky old slut.
Fucked and failed and foolish at home, these people will slaughter Innocence herself, to distract from their own rottenness. Good job our masters are showing us the Ryder Cup, eh, while the playgrounds and the nurseries burn.
That's very lyrical, mr mongoose; I hope it is right.
The Oborne article I mentioned suggests that Israel is co- operating with an Al Qaeda affiliate against Assad. Of course, Winston is unmatched in his knowledge of Middle Eastern history and politics, so it should all turn out fine.
I have yet to catch up with mr oborne, last one I read, he was upbraiding Winston for his treachery in divulging the old witch, Brenda's, thoughts, if such they may be termed, as though he and not she were the cause of our ills; that mediaeval liegemanship is our finest quality, never to be abandoned; there are many reasons for Cameron to be sent to the Tower, gossiping about that old crow is not one of them.
And since we're here, it really is outrageous for so many to decry all since Blair as traitors when they are just fucking criminals, innit, fucking crooks, murderers, ponces, pimps, slags, blackmailers, extortionists, money launderers, war criminals and child molesting degenerates; incessant oldmen's cries for them to be impeached for - gasp - treason reflect nought but a pompous, infantile stupidity, fuck treason these people are killers.
It perhaps isn't going as well as I thought, mr I. It's not ten minutes after I was thinking about what the new means will be after the electric newspapers and the electric TV channels have withered and died taking their websites with them. The old means of channelling opinion going to die with them too. And what pops through my electric letterbox but a Fawkes "Sponsored Post". (I am currently reading GF only for the Bercow Wars. Honest, guv.) It's still the old channel-based approach though. The kids won't be swayed by it because they do not interact with the volume like that. Something's goint on.
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