Wednesday 18 March 2015

THE PRIME MINISTER'S FRIEND. retrieved by mrs woman on a raft




Seeking a new role in presenting his friend, the prime minister's, immigration policy, Mr Jeremy Fuckhead today announced the view from New Cotswoldia, the Gloucestershire home of organised crime.
NO NIGGERS, NO SLOPES, NO IRISH CUNTS.
Yes, my children adore him, said the unelected prime minister, Mr David Fuckhead. My wife adores him and I adore him. And never mind investigations, the BBC shouild just reinstate him. If they know what's good for them.
It wasn't Eton but Jeremy Fuckhead went to a perfectly acceptable public school  and is, therefore, quite clearly entitled to do, what's that phrase, yes, thank you, mr jgm2, exactly what he fucking wants.  Yes, and fuck everybody else. I mean, where would we be if we tried to live in a coherent and just society?
 And look,  lessbeclear, calling one of the lower orders an Irish cunt and punching him in the face is just the sort of thing which made this country great. All the children of Irish immigrants here will agree that it never did them any harm. Well, alright then, their mothers may have come home in tears but let's be honest, who cares about that? And quite frankly, lessbeclear,   the niggers and the Irish have had quite enough special treatment, on the backs of intelligent and hard-working white people; the sooner we see more talented people like Mr Fuckhead telling it like it is, the better. 
Andrew Mitchell? 
Never heard of him

 

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4 comments:

walter said...
Mr ish, I was a clarkson fan till i found out he should have been in the hotel at 8 oclock but turned up pissed at 10 oclock, ranting and raving, fuck him! I hope his wife takes him too the cleaners, and the producer
call me ishmael said...
It is the corrosion of showbusiness, mr walter; even his admirers - one of which I have never been - would agree that Clarkson's talent is modest and inconsequential, lightweigh and frivolous, lazy, even, yet his ego is gargantuan and has fed his increasingly bad behaviour. And it is bad; worse than that it is phoney, the idea that an expensively educated fifty year old can inadvertently, on national television, say the word nigger is as preposterous as it is unpleasant, not for the use of the word, I use it at every opportunity, in an attempt to draw its sting and ridicule those who long to use it more spitefully. Clarkson had no such purpose, did he, merely wishing to portray himself, for commercial reasons, as a champion of free speech and a victim of what they call Political Correctness Gone Mad. Decency, as I would call it, imperfect but well-meaning. Unlike Clarkson.
Alphons said...
Clarkson, like many before him, is best described by the old saying " He's was a good turn but he has been on too long."

About ten years too long.

There should be a "Forsyth Brotherhood" to mop up the geriatric "celebrities".
call me ishmael said...
You are right, mr alphons he has overstayed and brings nothing to the table but it is he, I think, who suffers the most from this. Look at his life, who would want it, a tired parody of himself, a divorced and unloveable Bernard Manning figure, a friend to crooks and creeps, surrounded by stooges, hosannahed by cretins and flogging a long-dead horse. Someone should take him into care.Place of Safety Order for Clarkson, that's a petition I could sign.

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Mike said...

I'm not a Clarkson fan - mainly because I don't find him funny, in the same way I never really thought Monty Python was funny - but its a sad day when dickheads like him are banned. As for punching a lazy cunt for not doing his job - well, I plead guilty to that.

Its a bit of a slander to associate him with the other proven criminals of Cotswoldia - even if he associates with them.

Woman on a Raft said...

On the subject of the BBC, this is embedded in a DM story.

former Labour minister James Purnell, now the BBC’s £295,000-a-year head of strategy

Dear me, but it is true.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/corporate2/insidethebbc/managementstructure/biographies/purnell_james

(Language hereafter grows intemperate).

call me ishmael said...

He is part of a climate of bit o' fun loutishness, mr mike, and spite and lazy racism - despite all, racism is a perfectly legitimate term - and I know that Clarksonians would applaud, today, the hateful No Blacks etc slogan which so upset my mother, way back. Fuck him, if I ever meet him I'll punch him in his fat gob, the cunt.

I think the producer did do his job but Mummy's boy Jezza was pissed and acting as though he was royalty, which, I suppose, is how his stupid admirers see him.

I spent years devising new insults for Gordon Snot but one-eyed git was never and would never be one of them.

call me ishmael said...

It's just MediaMinster, isn't it, started way back, with, who was it, Ian Trethowan, Alastaur Burnett, I'm not sure, Jeremy Thorpe, certainly was an early beneficiary of the traffic between Westminster and Broadcasting House; David Boy Steel, the nonce-protector, was in it, with the PBC and the Guardian, Waldren was one, as are, today, Chris Huhne and Denis McShane, by whose standards Purnell is pure. Three hundred grand a year, though, they do need hanging and drawing through the streets, the people who steal that much. I am still waiting for Mark Thonpson to be extradited and charged over Savile and I am still smarting that I didn't notice Wark's connivance in bestiality and baby farming, the other night. Hard to keep down with the PBC.

I do think that more than ever we need non-commercial, public service broadcasters; it's just that neither the PBC nor ChannelJonSox are it.

Woman on a Raft said...

We still pay the licence fee because there are a number of things which remain worth it. Programmes won't make themselves, I'm not unreasonable, and there is a lot of radio which I use when I'm buzzing about. For the hours of use, it is still a tolerable deal.

But it is getting much less tolerable. I want that money spent on programmes I can justify even if they aren't my cup of tea. Omlettes, eggs etc. James Purnell is not that thing. There is no universe in which a single penny of ours is well-spent on him.

BTW, I am not a music critic but I liked this energetic go at protest song. Phat Bollard - 'Millionaires'

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MskwYQINIis

This one is from a performance in Reading. There is a version re-illustrated for the election. It's scary.

call me ishmael said...

I would have agreed with most of that, even a twelve-month past; in my case it would have been the arts and science shows which were compensatory, not the radio, which I rarely use - it is just so quiet, here, that I don't want to disturb myself, would rather hear my thoughts, accompanied by the waves on the shore, the winds and the birds; even the electric guitar, I doodle on it unplugged. Since I heard a spook remarking that the BBC was an official part of Britain's state propaganda apparatus and since I have seen, on AlJay and RT , that there have been massive, widespread pan-European riots and protests about Austerity following the Greek election, none of which have been reported in Britain and since I have seen the revisionism, to put it mildly, of BBC coverage of the NATO-CIA Ukraine adventure, I no longer believe a word I hear on the BBC. To add insult to injury, I was shocked at my own sanguinity, listening to Kirsty Wark's smug advocacy of the selfish, the bizarre and the unnatural as the new normal, not actually seeing it until you pointed it out.

I was reading something by Malcolm X, a while ago, along the lines of If you listen long enough they'll have you believing that the bad guys're the good guys.

I know it is owned by GlobaCorp but youtube has more interesting and high quality content than the BBC could ever hope to produce or broadcast. I just need to find the time to select it and the gadget to play it through a big telly. And then I'll junk the rest of it.

mongoose said...

There are plenty of gizmos to do that, Mr Ishmael. As you have an ipad, a chromecast dongle thing - twenty quid or something - and you are done if you have a modern telly. There is an app to set it all up too.

mongoose said...

I wonder if a certain parallel recently drawn can be traced back to a certain Purnell? He wouldn't be that stupid, would he?

call me ishmael said...

Which one is that, mr mongoose, I am a bit in the dark about Purnell, all I know is that he was quite reacherous in cabinet and moved seamlessly to wealth and rank at the PBC without any apparent talent? I am going South, next week and will obtain ione of those discussed laptops and a dongle, is it? We have more smart tellies than most, I regret to say; five, I think, maybe more.

lilith said...

Bitter Lake is an Adam Curtis documentary on the iPlayer that's very un-BBC like and worth a watch.

lilith said...

I read Clarkson was sober, but hadn't eaten all day. Not that that's an excuse. He could of course be diabetic, which might explain the OTT irracibility. Low blood sugar can make the mildest individual into a foul mouthed psycho. James May was the pissed up one.

Mike said...

Mr I: I have merged TV and computer into one; I have 2 big monitors and a TV dongle in the PC. Can still read Ishmael and watch TV at the same time.

Mike said...

PS: with digital TV signal and hi-res monitors the picture is better quality, unless you spend 100s on a TV. And I use headphones so as not to annoy the dog.

call me ishmael said...

That all sounds wonderful, mr mike, probably worth paying someone to do. I will phone the IT man and discuss it. Harris doesn't seem to mind the telly during normal hours but harumphs off to his own bed if it is on after midnight. I saw a tribute, a bit of one, anyway, to Death's Ambassador, the late Mr Terry Pratchett the other night and he was writing his books on four monitors, maybe four computers, I dunno, it all seemed most agreeable. Unlike his books. I am glad he is dead, him and Debbie Purdy, perhaps Mr Death will call away the arsehole, Lord Charlie Falconer and we will enjoy a break from self-promoting monsters urging us to permit the state to murder us in our elderly beds.

If people want to end their own lives or those of their loved ones that's their business but any coalition government which I would join would have to guarantee to not involve itself in that shit; that sort of thing is between a man and his morphine.

call me ishmael said...

I promise I am not being over corrective, ms lilith, nor nit-picking, I am merely sharing my view. I experienced my first hypo over thirty years ago and my most recent sometime last week, a handful of them have been really freaky, literally disorientating, depersonalising, producing tremor, chills and massive perspiration simultaneously; most, however, just produce anxiety, sweats and the munchies, even irascibility is not, in my experience, a companion to low blood sugar, weakness and pathos, yes, irascibility, no; I have never, as a result of a hypo, experienced feelings or performed actions of violence towards another.

I don't know if Clarkson is diabetic but it would rule-out his loonydriving if he were so he probably isn't. Being over fifty, fat, a smoker and a fucking idiot must make the cost of insuring him phenomenal, diabetes would and should exclude him from stunt driving at all. You know, health and safety gone mad, as they say in Chipping Sodom.

lilith said...

I guess everyone is different and I sympathise.

The reason I suggested it is that I have a friend whose wife has finally got him to agree that when she holds up a card saying "Eat something" she is not trying to make him really, really, really angry. They mutually agreed to this method (when his blood sugar was ok)as she found if she said "Eat something" he would hurl a tirade of abuse at her, and go nose to nose, terrifying her. Normally they are happily married!

I know some people get spaced and weak, and all the horrors you describe.

I'm not diabetic, but my daughter asks me when I last ate if I'm grumpy and snappish (and she can't put my mood down to listening to the bletherings of the BBC.)

call me ishmael said...

Your friend should have her husband killed, diabetes is no excuse for graceless behaviour in the face of others' expressed concern. I hate this bloke and I never even met him. I don't mix with diabetics, never see a diabetes nurse or go to a diabetes meeting; I don't even know any diabetics but in the odd encounter, over the years, I have found some to see the illness as an excuse for bad behaviour, a justification for bullying people, as blind piano tuners do. You tell this guy that Next time, somebody'll come and see him. From the North. Give him a quick rub-down. With a housebrick.

mongoose said...

This parallel, Mr Ishmael, the Clarkson/Savile smear:

"James Purnell, the former Labour minister turned BBC head of strategy, and Danny Cohen, the head of television who is no fan of Clarkson, have been put forward as possible candidates."

from the DT

call me ishmael said...

Thanks, mr mongoose.

mongoose said...

But given Cohen's balls-up regarding the proposed Savile tribute prog, it will not have been him because the smear smears him too. I think we will eventually find that we have our man in the dastardly Mr Purnell. Idiotic dick.

call me ishmael said...

A pox on most at the PBC, I think.