“These are awful, mendacious time aren’t they? I mean, you can be all Pollyannish about it and hug all the trees you want, but the amount of dreck we put up with, well, it’s somehow shameful. I think even the so-called winners - and they are winning big-time - must sit and snigger at us for the farce we tolerate. Just take this shambles, the UK. Look at the folk that are meant be leading us. What a bunch of tenth-rate chancers. I mean if you’re going to let someone metaphorically fuck you up the arse on a daily basis then at least let it be someone skilled at the job”
“He’s cut my benefits, scrapped my job and now I’m living in
a skip, but at least it was done with a little class and he didn’t mock me as
he was doing it”
“Yes, exactly! Folk with a little elan and je ne sais quoi. These
people are just over-grown schoolboys still joking about the size of their
dicks and women who frankly are a disgrace to their gender, just men with
cunts, really. You wouldn’t trust any of them with your bus fare.
Trotsky once defined us as subservient, obsequious toadies
or words to that effect but I don’t think he went far enough. For all our
educational opportunities we have remained stupid and wilfully ignorant,
pandering to base and baseless prejudices and myths about ‘Greatness’. As soon
as we’re confronted with rank and wealth we’re down on our knees licking gonads
and tugging forelocks. We seem proud of our servility to the most undeserving
of elites since Marie Antoinette had her pampered arse on half a throne and
started spouting bile about the availability of confectionary”
“You’re not keen on your fellow Brits?”
“There are some Scots I like”
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