Campbell, the pornograpers' pornographer;
real live snuff movies to order.
Pontificating on the fallen Dead Kennedy, Oh, sure, we disagreed, said the pig, Campbell, dismissively, about the Iraq thing. But we were the best of pisshead friends. The Iraq thing. And only now that it will never win another does FilthyLabour wonder why it lost the election.
If there is a God of democratic socialism, He will cause a bomb to fall on Campbell's home and roast his children alive; a squad of marines to gangrape his wife, sorry, partner and deliver the pig, himself, to decades of torture in a foreign land; then we can all mutter, contemptuously, Oh, that Campbell thing, yeah, water under the bridge.