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The chronicles of Ruin, continued. Call me Ishmael said....intelligence is knowing what to do when you don't know what to do. Anonymous said... When I don't know what to do,I come here. 10 September 2009 22:59
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I hate that smug bastard.
I hope he dies a horrible, slow, painfull death.
And his 'orrible wife.
As you know, mr rantin rab, we are opposed here to capital punishment but those two really do stretch the sinews of compassion and images of Mussolini and his mistress come cheerfully to mind. Horrible fucking bastards.
Correction. Horrible rich on the backs of you, i and every dead serviceman and set up for life along with their spawn in perpertuity fucking bastards, if you please.
He and Imelda, along with all the other supporters of the Iraq war, should be deprived forcibly of ALL their wealth (which should go to re-settle the peacable Iraqis) whilst at the same time he and Imelda, along with ...etc. should be fastened to a chain in Iraq and should be compelled to rebuild the place with their own hands (and sweat..as much as possible).
Whatever happened to Nick the Gimp?
If we are to give up the tall-tree/short-rope option, can we please re-adopt transportation?
In the case of Blair and Imelda this could be transportation to Fallujah, there to make whatever Lord of the Flies existence they can manage. One glad confident morning, I am sure, some baby's father would provide them with the opportunity to discuss with the Big Fellow the theology of an unjust war. I am sure that Mr Blather's Human Rights Lawyer spouse has her argument ready.
The gimp leapt, unready, from his creator's bosom. He'll be back in amoment, distracted, I fear, by the expatriot dinner party, here in the best part of England.
Death is too good for Blair and SlotGob. Relieve them of all their ill-gotten gains, fling them out onto the street with signs to shun them around their necks and let them bed down in the gutter and eat from bins. Bring them out on Remembrance Day to be spat upon by those whose lives they have so defiled and debased.
What is the gong? Prince Of Malta?
I was going to say that I don't know what it is about Tony and Imelda.... but, when I realised I do know what it is about them which fires such rage - talking, broadly, 'bout my generation, that's what it is.
I'll tell you what it is. It is the disgusting lies and endless hypocrisy. "Most people think that I am a straight sort of guy." Do they fucking indeed? The level of self-deceit hiding in that little mouthful would make a text book on its own. The horrible, horrible fucking bastard.
The late, so very post-PM, Catholicism - the European religion, the anti-English religion, the Scottish Religion of ye Olde Kinge, another Buckie, old chap? Fuck him and fuck her. Whores both. He crosses himself and then she clicks her high heels.
There is the possibility that the Coalition of the Careerists could reopen the inquiry into Kelly`s death with an honest judge ( as if) and some embarrassing things could still emerge from under that particular stone but I have lost all hope of seeing these bastards pay for anything actually or metaphorically.
And that`s assuming the Careerists have any desire to start unpicking the thread of the Establishment cloak which they will no doubt need for themselves.
Banned, he designed the medal himself. He is a genuinely frightening man despite his assumed hairdresser/tourguide bonhomie. He's not normal, his smile never affects his eyes, which always look cold.
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