Tuesday, January 1, 2008
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Stanislav's Rants on Guido (www.order-order.com) plus whatever else tickles my fancy.
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- This blog is a compilation of Stanislav's Rants as they appear on Guido. It is neither operated nor sanctioned by him. If you don't like it, don't come back.
Pedant is ok. Is permit. Not crime. But no bastard go down careers office, mind, and say wanna be fucking pedant in future life. Trawl fucking cyberspace looking for misplace comma, 'swhat I wanna do for living. Just sit up all fucking night find one bastard say simplistic and not simple; that's the life for me. Never hear Pete Hain stand up and say Awake,my fellow Kaffir-bashers, country need more pedant, India, China, is full of fucking pedant, what we is gonna do in future, can't compete with yellowbastard pedant in world nitpicking markets, and fucking brownbastard pedant. Fail in duty to future generation if not enough fucking hairsplitting pedant to go around.
No. Pedant is alright to play Scrabble in long-term psychoward with nutters. Win everything off nutter, sweets, pocket money, toothpaste. Pedant actually, is other word for repulsive bully. Pedant in Blogosphere killing field is welcome as pox in fucking nunnery, innit. Anyway is all dealt with in proper good language back at home by best Polish grammarian in Scotland.
Fuck me, though, what is to happen next ? Country is fucked up arse good and proper by thieves and bandits and degenerates. Everything is fucked. Prime minister is, by turn, laughing stock, useless incompetent, sad, pathetic overgrown schoolboy out of depth, revolting caricature of snot gobbling, nail biting, fairy in lavender marriage, doesn't really matter which image is paramount at one time. Whole country see grimace from Domestos teeth, see drywank jawdrop, see masturbator tremor in claw and as one, rise up and go, fuck me, no, is impossible for this thing to be prime minister. Is fucking stuttering, gibbering, spastic, palsied, delusional, poor rancid old bumboy; can't tell fucking truth if gun is at head, just repeat lies over and over and over again, like prayer of fucking Zombie. Prime minister is good for fuck all only splutter and bully. Stanislav see how prime minster on telly, talk to normal blokes and their Mrs, pretend is pukka bloke, just like normal but is like from fucking horror movie. Walking, twitching monster from Pit of fucking Dead come among ordinary people and think no bastard notice slime all across carpet.
Setting aside for a moment his serial incompetences, his fevered, lying bombast over ten years, his barefaced larceny and his entirely unconscionable religious mania; suspending, if you will, judgements on his shocking political unsuitability, we still see that the prime minister of the UK is a walking horror show; unstable, paranoid, delusional, displaying symptoms of mental illness which a child could not mistake. Someone from mental health charity, Ms Marjorie Former-Nutter from NutScape, should intervene. If the prime minister was a family dog we should not let him suffer so; a family dog, we should not forget, cannot launch or invite a war, makes no emergency decisions about security or epidemiology.
Why is it that we permit one with such grave handicaps as Gordon Brown to endanger, through his ire, petulance and derangement, the lives and property of us all ?
I read a while back that the worthlessness of bloggers and commenters was that they just shouted past each other, clamourous. This next then, is specifically directed to my esteemed fellows Mr Atlas and Mr Rama Lama Ding Dong to whose postings I always pay respectful attention. (Unlike Mr Stanislav fan)
It is no good mates to go on thus. These infinite layers of conspiracy to which you point, this massive, vastly interconnected, allseeing, omnipresent, calculating presence which goes back to Ancient Egypt and runs through every strand of human endeavour; the one with its tentacles in commerce, industry, the military, science, the churches, art, music literature.....you know the one. The one whose sole purpose is, within just a few years from now, to enslave all of us by dint of having orchestrated everything that has ever happened - wars, plague, famine, technology, boom and bust, myth, magic, the movement, even, of the stars in their courses - and get hold of that bit of money and power that they don't already have, haven't always had, couldn't just seieze at any point in the last six thousand years. We must also remember when examining this thesis that the MasterPlan has been passed, unalloyed, through countless generations into a world vastly different to that in which Conspirators R Us first conspired.
The gist of both your recent very interesting multi-postings is that powerful forces are at work and even if we could defeat them, above them is another layer of powerful forces which was actually directing the first layer, and that beyond them is another layer and the only way we can comprehend all these interleaved, invisible oligarchies is through a Priesthood ie you.
There is, friends, something horribly Jesuitical about this recent -Ah, but, dark forces - thread.
Know all about greedy bastard secret society and rottenness of judge and general and banker and whorebastard legislator.
Plumber, however, is not one for impotent fatalism. Fuck these thieving cunts, nutters and hypocritical megalomaniac arse burglars. For a kick off is lets clear these bastards out and see what happens. Is one big, touchable conspiracy and is slap bang in front of fucking nose in letters ten feet high. Prime minister is unfit for office. First thing is: Get him out. If not may as well stick finger up bum and whistle Rule Britannia.
Wish everyone a Come out Gordon New Year.