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stanislav said...

Stanislav sometimes not so hot is in English language and literature but even roaring mad drunk Stanislav make more sense than Mr McNulty from the Government Nutter Rehabiltation Programme. Is OK give useful community employment to fucking nutter, especially since now Johnson hospitals is all fucking deathtrap, with doctors barking mad but fuck me, is like someone go inside McNulty head with food blender and whisk everything up. Or remove brain, put through crosscut shredder and shove back in. Open up mouth to speak and out come fucking gibberish, bits of fucking phrase make sense, odd word here and there but otherwise utter fucking bollocks, may as well speak fucking Albanian. Where other people has reason and logic and continuity in conversation Mr McNulty have big black hole. And wheezy voice, like bronchitic child molester. All dress-up in suit and poppy, go on TV and talk shit. Is governance by imbeciles, innit. Get more sense from fucking dog., Buster. In my country Mr McNulty get proper treatment. Go down mineshaft head first, land on head, not feel anything. Is humane. Put loony out of misery. Imagine, comb hair, polish glasses, get dress up, go on telly, is big opportunity knocks for Tony but every time mouth open, out come pouring fucking nonsense, people is totally bewildered. Who's this fucking nutter on Question Time and what the fuck's he on about ? Does he think he's fucking Napoleon ?

Interviewed on the Today programme by sheep farmer John Welshman, Mrs Marjorie Wallace, Chief Executive of the charity NutScape, said Its not fair John, it's one thing giving headbangers a bit of responsibility in the community - mowing a bit of grass, sweeping up, working in Oxfam and annoying the fuck out of people, blundering around, falling into the used shirts two-for-one rail, knocking over the fairtrade undrinkable coffee display, hands shaking, eyes twitching, dribbling spittle and staring into space - that sort of thing, but putting a seriously ill patient on national tv to be humiliated by a gang of BBC arse bandits and dykes. People don't pay their license fee to watch nutter abuse; at the end of the day the bottom line may well be that the Devil is in the loonies and some of them do go on to hack people to death with axes but this treatment of poor Mr McNulty is insensitive and unhelpful.

Yes unhelpful, said Dr Gerry Jock McCann, joining from the radio car outside his private praying chapel of Saint Gerald and Saint Cilla of the Latterday Holidaymakers, the focus must remain on me. Narcissistic Personality Disorder affects all doctors. We need more funding. Ree-sources. I am going back inside the church with my personal BBC film crew, and Mr Mitchell and Mr Barney Chapattee and I are going to pray that whoever abducted my career as a very clever doctor just gives it back to me. All I have ever wanted was to have my self-importance back and to keep all the money that my admiring fans have sent me to help me retrieve my missing reputation. And evade prosecution. And live abroad in the sun, playing tennis. It's a hundred and fifty days now and not a day goes past without me thinking fondly of myself.

You see, said Mrs Wallace of Nutscape, this is what happens, put a microphone in front of a nutter and they start babbling crazy shit; it is a huge problem and Mr McNulty may just be the tip of an iceberg of government nutter insanity. We might be looking at an epidemic here.

Speaking from an interview room at the Serious Fraud Office, the owners of the BBC, Mr and Mrs McWark, were unrepentant about the humiliation of the seriously disturbed Mr McNulty. They gave a brief statement: There's NO business like show business.

Lady Sir Elton John, knighted by Mr and Mrs Tony and Sharon Blair for services to the Bolivian pharmaceuticals industry and for his charity work among young men, said that he and his husband, Mrs David Furnish, an independent film producer, would be honoured to perform their hit song, Candle Up The Arse, at Mr McNulty's funeral, which would be happening very shortly as he flatly refused to take his medication (makes me fucking itch, Gordon.) Although he had enjoyed some minor success co-operating with Ms Kiki Dee, having a hit with Don't Go Breaking My Arse, back in the seventies, he was not generally in favour of co-operatives; I need all the money for myself, said Lady Sir Elton, national treasure.

10:31 AM, November 09, 2007