stanislav said...Nightmares again about the Monster Brown ending Everything As We Know It.

stanislav said...

Nightmares again about the Monster Brown ending Everything As We Know It. I swear to God if I hear that monotonous cunt banging on about British Vahl-ewes one more time I'll burst into flames. At least the cunt's given over about his poisonous father rebuking the fuck out of everybody, miserable fucking Bible-bashing nonce. I dunno if Brown senior deployed it but the mad dog Presbyterians up here used to use a shaming stool; they'd get some poor sinner congregant, generally a woman, sit them down in the stool and bollock the life out of them in front of everybody else; pregnant unwed women provided a special treat for the devout Brownite tendency,( a bit like now, really) not the man, just the woman'd get a tongue-lashing from some miserable, reproachful, fucking so-called Doctor of Divinity. Some red-faced, bullyboy cocksucker like the Reverend Doctor Ian Paisley (PhD., Univ. of eBay) mouthing punitive scripture would relish driving a poor wee lassie to suicide and then for an encore insisting that the damned Jezebel be buried in some lonely miserable field miles from anywhere so's not to corrupt the more righteous dead. This would all be done in the best interests of hard-working British families. These are the paternally inspired Brown Vahl-ewes - bullying, proscribing, interfering, censuring, moralising, hectoring and claiming Divine legitimacy. And frantic, guilty masturbation. Poisonous fucking nazi bum bandit.

Up all night, anyway, watching parliament, this time it was the select committee to fuck John Yates up the arse with a broken bottle. He was in the shaming stool, big time. He is a precious enough cunt in his own right but not in the same leagues as diseased, ratface Prentice (is he a hereditary MP, Dennis?) and smug beardy cunt Paul Flynn. There was the odd grandstanding tory lawyer with dental issues and some embarrassingly tongue-tied sixth form girl in glasses, obviously bewildered at finding herself an MP and a hagfaced, crone NewLab femimist, passed-over, bitterly unfuckable, for office and stuffed on a committee, out the way. But it was Burst Capillaries Wright, the Plague Rodent Prentice and the fucking Hobbit, Flynn, who were mainly doing the shaming. This bunch of useless self-serving freeloading degenerate layabouts, led, after a fashion, by Wright seemed astounded that anyone doubt their moral superiority. One of them, in Yates' absence, queried his careerism, as though they all weren't the most disgraceful bunch of careerist, parasitic, despotic slimeballs who ever licked the shit from their party leader's arse and begged for seconds.

Yates, tightly scripted, was disappointing. Just doing my job, not for me to comment. Next to him, Rosa Kleb from the CPS was even more protective of the jurisprudence status quo. Only later did a man with balls appear. Dr Michael Fiat Punto Jabberwocky said: the only reason that there aren't scores of successful prosecutions against you fucking lot and that the jails aren't bursting with politicians is that you squash them before they get off the ground. Just because we can't seem to prosecute you doesn't mean that you're not all thieving cunts. There are loads of fucking criminals running around. Just because they're not nicked, don't make them innocent. Nobody wanted to hear him, preferring, instead, the measured, academic tones of some pouting middle-aged woman who had "worked" for the late ginger hobgoblin, Robin Cock, and who surely merits a peerage.

Mercifully, the self-fellating Nick Robinson of the BBC does not appear on the parliament channel and Stanislav was able, eventually, to purge his mind of nightmare images of him and Ms Flint and les freres Millipede and get some rest before a heavy day's plumbing.

It seems though that the committee will ram the bottle up Yates' arse. I wonder if a private prosecution might succeed where the CPS so mysteriously failed, and is anyone going to launch one ?

12:15 PM, November 01, 2007