THESE ARE THE FACES OF ORGANISED CRIME,
WHY AREN'T THEY ALL IN JAIL?
WHY AREN'T THEY ALL IN JAIL?
Along with his traitorous brother, BananaMan, this prick is one of Gordon Snot's reptilian nepotistic appointments; never, as we say, done a day's work in his pampered life, unless we include fucking about in Harvard and being a Labour researcher. How dare he show his face?
Yvette Cooper
Job: Chief secretary to the Treasury
Salary: £141,866
Total second home claims
2004-05: £19,428
2005-06: £14,234
2006-07: £15,995
2007-08: £12,219
Ed Balls
Job: Secretary of State for Children, Schools and Families
Salary: £141,866
Total second home claims
2004-05: Not elected
2005-06: £13,618
2006-07: £15,979
2007-08: £12,219
At the time of the MPs expenses whitewash, these two cunts were also claiming £400 per month for food; Mrs Ice Pixie, the thieving fucking bastard, wants to be home secretary, whilst the fatman wants a full run - denied him by Alastair Darling - at being the banksters' friend. How dare they show their faces?
Job: Chief secretary to the Treasury
Salary: £141,866
Total second home claims
2004-05: £19,428
2005-06: £14,234
2006-07: £15,995
2007-08: £12,219
Ed Balls
Job: Secretary of State for Children, Schools and Families
Salary: £141,866
Total second home claims
2004-05: Not elected
2005-06: £13,618
2006-07: £15,979
2007-08: £12,219
At the time of the MPs expenses whitewash, these two cunts were also claiming £400 per month for food; Mrs Ice Pixie, the thieving fucking bastard, wants to be home secretary, whilst the fatman wants a full run - denied him by Alastair Darling - at being the banksters' friend. How dare they show their faces?
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BIG GAY AL, PISHEAD, PORNOGRAPHER AND CONSPIRATOR IN MASS MURDER, ARSON, TORTURE AND THE REST. WHAT SORT OF SICK MEDIAMINSTER CONTINUES TO PUBLICISE THIS DISGRACED, MURDEROUS ARSEHOLE'S EVERY WORD, THOUGHT AND ACTION. HIS LATEST WHEEZE IS PONTIFICATING ABOUT WILFUL DRUNKENNESS OR AS HE WOULD CALL IT, ALCOHOLISM, THE CUNT, AS THOUGH HE GIVES A FUCK ABOUT ANYONE BUT HIS BLACK, SCABBY, RANCID SELF. WHY IS HE NOT IN BELMARSH PRISON? WE MUST HOPE THAT HE DIES AND THAT HIS DEATH WILL COME SOON. HOW DARE THIS FILTHY BASTARD SHOW HIS FACE?
Doesn't matter how we shout or mock, we just can't kill the beast. It's enough to make one - one living in Scotland, anyway - vote for the Republic of Salmond.
Doesn't matter how we shout or mock, we just can't kill the beast. It's enough to make one - one living in Scotland, anyway - vote for the Republic of Salmond.
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As I've ranted long and hard here and elsewhere, the danger to Scotland isn't the peuce-faced Little Scotlanders with their hatred of the English. The danger is who will get in after Salmond jumps ship with all the oil. The danger is the same arseholes who fucked the UK economy. The danger is Labour.
Because just as the incompetent arsehole Brown ran up monstrous debts in the wilfully mistaken belief that the banks could lend everybody money forever and their houses would go up in value forever and the economy would 'grow' forever then the same wilful fuckwits are waiting in the wings to promise the Earth piggy-backing on endless oil forever.
Which would be just about acceptable but you know that the arseholses will go one better and promise a lifestyle funded not by oil but by the amount of money they can borrow and cover with interest paid for by oil.
I understand you're kind of committed and it's the wrong time of year to put your house on the market but you need to think about a wealth preservation plan. In the event of Scottish separation there might be an initial window of euphoria where all those reluctant exiles like Sean Connery and Billy Connolly come home and jack up the price of property but after that it will be a slow slide into Zimbabwean economics.
Run. Run like the wind.
But isn't it the same North and South, mr jgm2, give or take the oil factor, no party having the remotest idea of how to run an economy, much less regenerate one?
Unlike yourself, I moved to an island and I am largely separated from Jock proper and from the tribesmen, the islanders are different, island life is different, both more resourceful and more contemplative, also, I think, a good deal more pleasant.
I could, nevertheless, have written your last paragraph myself, it is exactly right.
But leaving that aside I am still enraged by the effrontery of the Ballses et al. I have been up all night watching that conference and in my judgement the only speaker with an ounce of sincerity was Len McClusky, firing a round of righteous fucks into all branches of MediaMinstet, including Ed Snotvoice, the worthless piece of shit.
If these arseholes were, by some miracle, given their just deserts - impaling comes to mind - then wouldn't they be replaced quickly by the next generation or mutations.
Surely the only sane strategy is to accept there will always be an arsehole class, but to insulate oneself from the bastards. IE position oneself outside the system as far as possible. This is a strategy I persue here in my adopted country with some limited success - I take the view I am a citizen of the world beholden to no country. And it seems to be your approach Mr I, consciously or otherwise, positioning yourself offshore, so to speak.
I know it sounds infantile but I look forward to a day when finance ministers say Hey, great news, No growth this year and even less next year. And to a day when the brown babies all get a drink of water, instead of being thirsted to death by Money. I'd vote for that, mr mike. I mean, why do they think there can be infinite growth, infinite consumption? That cunt, Dyson, he brings out a new improved pieceofshit vacuum cleaner every month, why don't Friends of the Earth shove one up his arse? At least you know Coca Cola and BMW are EarthCriminals, slavemasters and closet Nazis but somehow Dyson the Vacman has managed to fool many people into thinking that he's actually their friend, a floor-orientated Jamie Oliver, when he's just a greedy bastard who moved his business offshore rather than pay UK wages. If only the Arsehole Class was confined to MediaMinster, but it's everywhere.
I have been ill, narcotised, watching too much teevee; I keep trying to persuade Mrs Ishmael thatbwe'd be healthier and saner without any of the half-dozen flat screens which litter the place but I can't and try to mitigate the pollution by watching al Jazeera, Russia Today anld Heartbeat , for the cars. And the miniskirts.
Welcome back. Hope you have fully recovered.
Watch your blood pressure, pal; these shites just ain't worth it.
Hi Mr I. I too have toyed with the idea of moving to an island. We actually looked at a place on Lewis, the electoral Old Sarum de nos jours, back in the day but since we were already living in Fucking Scotland it seemed a bit pointless to have a bolt-hole in the same jurisdiction. Subsequently they have elected themselves a Little Scotlander there too.
When we left Fucking Scotland, just as the shit was hitting the fan in 2007/8 I spent a while researching a few boltholes in Canada and the Caribbean before losing courage and settling for the familiarity of West Sussex.
You do see why people like Branson and Abramovitch and the like take great pains to keep their loot out of the hands of governments of whatever hue though. I'm a bit torn though. Because just as I can see why Branson et al would seek to offshore their cash I agree with you that that cunt Dyson, who was getting away with selling a product at £300 quid a pop, had a right in maintaining production in the UK when the consumer was clearly happy to pay that kind of money - I mean just how much fucking profit do you need to make? Just like them cunts at Apple charging £500 quid for a £50 phone and then not having the decency to at least assemble it in a first world country. Would it kill them to make 'only' £440 quid profit per unit instead of £450?
Like so many portraits of our Betters, those photographs are missing something ... something trailing a shockwave.
It's a relief to see you up and about, by the way, Mr Ishmael.
Not quite up but about, thanks, mr bhs.
As I remarked elsewhere today, No.1 son has been referring to all “politicians” as “politicants” for some time now. When he’s been at the beer barrel his pronunciation of the last syllable gets a little wobbly, however, but no-one seems to take offence ;-)
one ed hits the platform just as the other ed drives the bullshit-express by
once upon a time, the london n16 area used to be an oasis of gentility, inhabited by courteous, nicely-spoken people, which remained largely untouched by the virulent scourge of financial-fraud and daylight-robbery...
...until one dark and ominous day in 1997, when yvette, ed and their crew, the nobends of stokey, moved into town and lowered the moral tone in a most disastrous and irreparable manor...
Yes, I too caught Alky Al fulminating against booze, laughable prick and criticising his fellow shitbag Damien MacBride. The bastard has no fucking shame.
And nor do those broadcasting him, mr yardarm, filth 'swhat they are, MediaMinster, dark slimey droppings from the same diseased arsehole.
Mandy's back in town, I see, jumped off some gay oligarch's yacht to say his piece, cunt.
@reverb station
didn't you mean 'ballshit-express'?
i'm going to talk a bucket-load of pish today...
...i can feel it in my water
one nation, all mine
@mcapita blairsell
ok, i forgot...there's only one 'i' in my name and four 'a's...
throw me in the think-tank and chuck away the key
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