Showing posts with label perpetual war. Show all posts
Showing posts with label perpetual war. Show all posts

Tuesday, 17 August 2010

FILTH, DRESSED IN CHARITY'S ROBE.

My fellow motherfuckers, there now abideth Faith, Hope and Charity and the greatest of these is Greed.


‘Out of office, but still in public life, Tony Blair remains a man of high intelligence and insight and above all a man of faith, idealism and integrity.’ 
George Dubya Chimp,
embezzler, drunk, coward,
coke-fiend, wife beater,
torturer and war criminal.


It's how we're spun, how we've always been spun; too busy wiping the shit from our faces to see the absurdity of all this.  If the British Legion was good for anything it would be saying Oi, cocksuckers, these blokes need a fucking rehabilitatiion unit, build one, staff it; it'll be twelve million quid, peanuts, pay up. And don't tell us there's no fucking money, just get it from the oil companies, the ones doing so well from Iraq. Or impound a couple of bankers' bonuses.

The very idea that the rehabilitation of soldiers wounded in Money's wars should be  a matter for begging, for celebrity "donation," is a fucking mind boggling impertinence,  akin to putting them on the streets to sell matches. Good job the Army fights a bit better than the British Legion. It's a bit like the Labour Party, I guess, the Legion, has to keep its clients wanting, deprived, begging, otherwise there's no need for it. A shitload of billions for Trident but no money for limbless ex-servicemen. Keep the home fires burning.

Saturday, 12 September 2009

KEEP THE HOME FIRES BURNING.

Eeyar, Mrs, 'ave this. It's instead of yer old man, oo won't be comin' 'ome on account of 'ow 'e fell, fell, like, worn't butchered by bayonets or 'ad 'is guts blown out, just fell, for King an' Country, like, defendin' us all from the 'orrible Hun, 'im wot does unspeakables to nuns and little kiddies, 'im wot must be destroyed and not ever allowed to bccome one of our greatest allies and a responsible member of NATO and one of our most valuable trading partners, fuck me no, Mrs, your old man didn't fall just so's that could 'appen now. Keep the 'ome fires burning Mrs. Just 'ang on to this medal, 'ere, as proof of 'ow much better you are wiv yer old man brown bread, and not cuddlin' up wiv you at night and raising them kiddies, orphans now, of course.

Below is the keepsake given to all bereaved during the war to end all wars.



HE DIED FOR FREEDOM AND HONOUR.


Queen Elizabeth the Second is today presenting similar gewgaws to those bereaved in service of Bush, Obama and GlobaCorp. The press love it. Last night of the Proms tonight. Soon be Remembrance Sunday. No business like show business.