Saturday, February 9, 2008

stanislav, a young polish plumber said...Look, darlings, this fucking nutter is the prime minister; smile, you little bastards.

Cassandra said...

Stanislav - were you released by a radical priest?


stanislav, a young polish plumber said...

Dear Cassandra

Daniel Berrigan, the radical priest in question, not as far as we know one of Pope Nazi's child-befriending, soldiers for sodomy, wrote a book called America is hard to find. One wonders if, today, he would even bother looking.

Being a plumber stanislav is habituated to customising tools for the job and given (one of) the nutter-premier's afflictions -cuntus picturatum opportunis infantismus - the refrain, see you, me and Gordon, down by the schoolyard, leapt, unbidden, into his chaotic Polish toolbag.

It is sometime. perhaps all of a week, since Nancy was photographed among adoring infants, cattle-prodded by Brown apparatchiks into smiles of welcome for the horrible fucking halitotic Jock bastard. Look, darlings, this fucking nutter is the prime minister; smile, you little bastards.

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