THE VIEW FROM THE GUTTER.

  

Exhausting, says mr bungalow bill, all the Oxbridge rats fighting in their sack the  but what is  more worrying is the dreadful reporting, by senior journalists, of MediaMInster myth as fact.

Firstly, every last bastard one of them says that Boris won the referendum, when, in fact, it was won years ago, had only it been permitted; Boris was nothing to do with it;  the people won the referendum, the idea that towns and cities were standing in line to be persuaded by some shambolic, cock-waving incompetent entitlementista is absurd, a confection baked by MediaMinster to inflate the importance of its members, all of them more gossip columnist than journalist. 

I keep reading in  Private Eye, MediaMinster's in-house agony aunt, that Woe! Woe! and thrice Woe!, such and such a publication is shedding journalists whilst its senior management and proprietors are getting rich. Oh, fuck me, how awful, these worthless pissheads getting a taste of that on which they have shameffully failed to report is happening to everyone else. Good, says I, sack all of them and sack all journalists, let Rupert Filth and the Barclay Twins speak to us directly, no opretense of a middle man. And that odious little pimp, Hislop, from the PBC, he must have made millions from 51 series of that tedious panel show,  that jolly old pals' knockabout, masquerading as satire; Je ne suis pas HIGNYFY, the show for rich prats and arsehole celebrities happy to be humiliated for a thousand pounds.

Secondly, Dancing Queen, Tracey May, 

 

is not the unruffleable safe pair of hands which they portray, she is actually responsible for the complete failure of our immigration system, our border security and partially for the failures of policing up and down the country.  

She is a remainer and a stauch believer in savage cuts in public services, in the demonising of the sick and the poor and, in massive, undeserved rewards to the already filthy rich;  even as cabinet ministers go, Tracey is close to the top of the good for fuck all board. 

Six years fucking-up the same job is not what I call a safe pair of hands. Add to that the fact that, far moreso than the now despised BoJo, Tracey has odiously hedged her own leadership bets, and is a ghastly hypocrite. A nation which voted to leave will give short shrift to Tracey's promises of voter-representative paradise and the Tories would be mad to vote for her as leader, mr mike. 

 

Andrea Ledsom, in the absence of Nicky Morgan, is the proper, baggage-free baggage to prosecute Brexit and maybe win them  the elction which should, but may not follow immerdiately upon the Tory conference, an election in which UKIP will make gains and Labour won't, although to lose many of its Blairish MPs is for Labour to win.

Another phantasmagorical claim from MediaMinster is that this grubby, sneery, dowdy  Brownite piece of filth, 

 

Angie Eagle, is some restorative, unifying statesperson-in-waiting, probably because she's gay and treacherous, yes, and loves the Labour party, has always loved the Labour parrty, it being to her so much more than a political movement, rather a ticket to wealth otherwise unimaginable.  Yet hordes of hacks surround her door, daily, hoping for some  some banal expression of lofty self-, yes and national, importance The press portray all these strata of vermin, as though, without question, they are people of honour and decency, merely because they say they are, even though, as we all know, they are the very opposite.

mr bungalow bill warns that times may grow dark, well, it may be that they grow darker more quickly for Infamy's handmaidens, the likes of Kuensberg - is it Kuensberg, I don't care what she's called - and Evans and Neil and Wark, all of them so busily engaged in the attempt to thwart the majority. All across the telegraph one reads of Tory voters disgusted as much by the treatment of Corbyn as by the worthlessness of Cameron;  the same at the Daily Mail, torrents of contempt for every component of MediaMinster, one can read hundreds of comments in a row, all saying the same thing, even some of those who voted Bremain appear disgusted by this anti-democratic upsurge by our servants, the MPs and by the caterwauling of shrieking e-petitioners.  I am sure that the majority in the country accept the vedict of the vote, but you wouldn't think so from any perusal of the British media.

mr richard mentioned the exaggeration of low-level crime and its presentation as proof  that Leavers are Racists;  this is simply intolerable, as is the coverage of the Somme centenary, all reporters reminding us that the EU has stopped similar slaughter, what a shame we all voted for WW3, such is an impertinence which properly deserves sound chastisement, instead we see hacks congratulating themselves as each day becomes a bigger newsday than its pedecessor. No business like showbusiness.  Everything is trashed, shit-eaters and child molesters spewing over us the ingredients of their lunch.  The whole fucking place, MediaMinster, resembling more and more an ancient  vomitarium, the dogs of the press dashing-in to snuffle, seeking the best bits.

We will consider Mr Michael Spit, to-morrow.