Monday, February 4, 2008
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Stanislav's Rants on Guido (www.order-order.com) plus whatever else tickles my fancy.
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If Mr Wotsit, the bugged MP has nothing to hide, why, then, he has nothing to fear, eh? War on Terror, innit. Have to "strike difficult balance, Mr Deputy Spunker, between interest of worthless cunt like him and National Interest." ( Frau Jacqui Schmidt, Terror Ministry, House of Criminals, Nov 2007 onwards.)
This fucking arsehole, to get a leg up in Nancy's government, would go on the DimblebyCorp and support capital punishment, ID cards, illegal surveillance, CCTV in our fucking toilets, Lady Ian Blair Bendover's shoot-to-kill Community Pacification Units, illegal rendition, torture and war crimes, the horrible, horrible fucking bastard. And all these shit-in-yer-face measures are carried out in pursuit of the War on (sic) Terror, beloved of the owner of NewLab, a cowardly, coke-snorting, wife-beating, draft-dodging, alcoholic cocksucker sitting in the White House. Off his fucking head.
Fuck Mr Wotsit and his ludicrous MP privilege, fucking ghastly, revolting, pompous, jumped-up hypocrite, warmongering, child-roasting bastard. Let him come up Scotland, Stanislav show him great privilege of becoming briefly acquainted with the inside of a mineshaft. Fucking pompous arsehole, good for fuck all. He's as bad as oily bastard Vaz. Nasty fucking racist, career bastard. Who the fuck does he think he is. Has this contemptible cunt no idea how deeply reviled politicians are ?
Never mind Old Bill bugging them, if he was to allow them all to inexplicably and mysteriously die while in police custody the whole nation would dance in the streets.
MP privilege ? Do fuck off, Sadiqi, you smarmy, self-important gabshite; everybody knows there's more principle and honour and confidentiality to be found in a crack house than among you lot. Only not, of course, if there were any honourable members in it, Caroline.
ps Anybody, Mr T as T, maybe, know where poor Caroline Flint gets that fucking RoboJuice that she's on ? Never seen nothing like it. Musta been invented by the CIA. Does her husband get it for her? Whatever, she should knock it off, before her own mind disappears completely.