Its because he's Scottish. That he's a cunt, that is. Wasn't it an old fucking Etonian who first framed the West Lothian question? Perhaps the massed alumni on the Tory benches will revive it; do some proper politics, instead of just outfairying Gordon and Dougie and co..
ps you mean uninterested oops; pull yourself together man
Dear Mr HITCH and Mr 45 Govt
I am very sorry. Come in new country and, like BlindBoy Blunkett make instruct, try to be like natives; salute flag, sing Land of Hope and Glory and vote Labour. Stanislave live in Scotland, best part of England, and everyone speak filth, large time. Will speak clean from now forth.
See nazi Straw on Easy Talk programme with old nonce Lord Neill of Wapping. Say single-handed defeat deference back in sixties, make new world for master and man; every child have equal opprotunity deal drugs to prostitute journalist women, then go up Oxford and act cunt for rest of life. Apart from scum underclass children on sink estate. Is like great scot, Shakespeare, no ? Oh brave new world what have such cunts in. Anyway Straw very proud no-one say Sir any more, except to him.
Stanislav think maybe hashish, birth pill, underground press, LSD, Bob Dylan and Holy Beatles make some difference to old order of deference. Even mad old bat Professor Greer. But no. Is Straw change things round quick like shit from shovel. Straw say never any drug when study at Leeds Shithole University so right man, innit, to claim credit for counter-culture and sexual revolutioon and shit like that. Lord Neill ask if Straw wear black stockings and shiny shoes as Lord Chancellor, as if something new.
Anyway, time now go look in garden, like idiot, for missing girl but Stanislav make wager with Guido-friends (and use word under much advice, Mr Greek arse-bandit Kronos) Jack Straw if ever get opportunity -say false flag turrist action - bring back death penalty; only reluctantly, only to do his duty to ptotect great british people from harm, only for one parliament (like PTA) only for certain turrist offences, only subject to strict review by privy fucking councillors and final overview by cunt Lord Hutton and only with Mr Murdoch's- his fucking sons' and heirs' in perpetuity - rapturous approval. And also only for people who cticise him. There. No swearing. God bless Mrs Oona King and that dead one, Fiona Wotsit.
ps can Lord Guido merge Straw's grim, murderous face into that revolting graphic ?
Not find girl again. Begin to think not here. Professor Quatermass not really professor, well, maybe of advanced cheese studies or history of mobile telephone ring tones at University of Ashby de la Zouch, but not of politics; no way, Jose, as they make say in Portugese police.
"Take country from this moment to next....?" Is shit, right, bollocks. Country and all things else take self from one moment etc. Happen anyway. Is no "moment." Show Stanislav where is "moment." Tell Stanislav when is next "moment." Professor Q talk like any number of cunts on Today programme. At this moment in time. Devil, as ever, is in details. In very real sense. Is bottom line. At end of day.
"Desperate to see people works in offices..." God fucking help us all. Is height of ambition, eh? Everybody work in fucking office, be optimistic, be faintly artistic, listen to PotatoMan Mark Lawson blether and whine about Japanese cinema, like expert; watch Paul Morley on hundred best whatever programmes. Every fucking day. Is little known connection between punk rock and Medici Rennaisance. Oh yes. Make BBC cheque to Paul Morley RentAGob ltd. Fuck me. Not ARTS.
Great Polish painter Rembrandt is art. But Balinese people have great saying, is "We Have No Art. We Do Everything As Well As We Can."
Professor, run away from office and moments and Mark Lawson and metropolitan conservatism; make escape from Arts phonies like skrikig, speech-impaired, hunchback, transexual Kirrrsty Wark; forget optimism, just forget it. Come in Scotland and be miserable. Sit in cave, eat porridge with fingers, drink whisky, wear skirt, beat wife, read Scotsman, memorise melancholy doggerel of shit writer Burns and hate everything. Scotland is land of fathomless, irremediable, eternal grievance. Come in Scotland and dream of Vengeance
Courageous decisions from Brown
are as rare as rocking horse shit*
*Gratuitous rocking horse joke
STANISLAV!
Do you have to swear so much?
Some of us are of a sensitive disposition.
12:08 PM, October 09, 2007
Yes, Stanislav, calling every scottish cunt a cunt is over cunting the asshole.
12:13 PM, October 09, 2007