Gordon Loves Ed's Balls

I first spotted one of these Jib Jab jobbies over at

the All Seeing Eye and thought "Fuck me I'll have some of that,

I'm sure that's just the thing for G.O.T. to have a dabble with!"

So here is my first effort . . . . 

Send Shirts and Sign the Petition - Video

 

Brown On Brown

Fuck the Fuck Off!

All Fools Day

A Definition of Gordon Brown

Here's something new and a bit different for me.

Inspiration for doing a video came from The Screech who has being doing some excellent work over at his place.

Let me know what you think.

I may do a few more of these, or not, as the case may be!

I believe that this is the download link if you'd like a copy?

In His Wet Dreams

Which Ones Would You Give Him?

This post follows on from an excellent offering by the All Seeing Eye, where he suggests which DVD films might have been more appropriate to present to the Prime Mentalist rather than the ones offered by Bollock 'Half Black' Obama.

If nothing else, it is another superb opportunity to rev some more fucks into the one-eyed, snot gobbling, pant pissing, lardy arse known as Gordoom Brownfinger.

That said, here are my 10 offerings:

Some Like It 'Snot'
Close Encounters of the 'Turd' Kind
The Untouchables
Liar Liar
'Back' Hand Luke
The Lord of the Rings
The Big 'Sleazy'
Fiddler on the 'Poof'
The Usual Suspects
Rear Window

Anyone got any better suggestions?

Let's have some fun!

Mandelson Blames The Treasury (Updated)

Fuck me it's getting contagious.

Isn't that what his bum chum Brownfinger normally does.

Blame every other fucker except himself?

Lord ManBottom of Man Muncher has apparently said that the much needed help for the British car industry (I use the term British loosely) is progressing far too slowly.

I, on the other hand, think that Lord ManBottom of ManMuncher is far to quick to behave like an egotistical twat who is far more interested in how he can readily line his pockets, and his rectum, rather than genuinely consider the welfare of this country as paramount.

Twat!

**Update**

Following a suggestion from The Eye, in the comments below, here is an alternative pic of Lord LickyBum . . . 

Every Little Helps

Gordoom Must Be Desperate

 The one eyed, incompetent in'cunt'inent sufferer is so desperate to climb into Bollock Obama's arse that he has completely lost the fucking plot and presented Ted Kennedy with a twatting knighthood.

The internet thingy wires have been shit hot between G.O.T. and the All Seeing Eye due to a mixture of utter disbelief and total enragement at this fucking ridiculous and blatant attempt by the Brownfinger (by choice) to climb into bed with the Brownfinger (by birth). The result is our first spleen venting joint post.

Mary Jo Kopechne would be 69 this year if she hadn't climbed into a car with that cunt Kennedy. And that one-eyed twat is giving him a fucking knighthood? He's a murdering piece of shit who we'd personally slap the electrodes on to and watch fry. 

Which part of 'murdering scumbag' does our one eyed, snot gobbling, arse licking prime minister fail to understand. It's just fucking unbelievable how he could stoop to such a pathetic level, plainly in an attempt to become NBF with the new messiah (no mean lying fucking twat himself we might add) so that pant pisser can offload all his fuck ups in an attempt to make everything seem fucking 'global'! Hardly a respectful gesture to one Mary Jo Kopechne, is it?

Pin your twatting ears back Gordoom, you fucking useless piece of pant pissing shite.

We repeat.

Ted Kennedy is a murderer, he doesn't deserve a fucking knighthood you cunt.

The Eye would happily fly to America purely to piss on his grave from as high an angle as his cock would manage and according to folklore that would be pretty much optimum pissing distance but he is only going to get one effort at this funeral so Viagra will be purchased in the hope of a spectacular extra couple of feet for a golden waterfall on his coffin. 

G.O.T. would happily stand on the pissecutioners shoulders at this point, with his dick in splints, to effect a twin pronged pissfest resulting in a supreme and total pisswash of the total murdering arsewipe's grave finale.

In this case we both swerve between venom and sentiment.

Mary Jo RIP

Edward Kennedy murderous cunt.

The Eye has the final thought.

If every devil he's going to meet soon, has a red-hot poker to hand, then I'll want to know why those aren't all fucking hotter and sharper.

It's Never His Fault

From the Daily Twatlegraph:

Brainless twat riding mobility scooter takes yet another wrong turn and ends up on dual carriageway

Apparently a senile fat twat from Westminster had popped out to pick up some incontinence pants and a tin of foie gras from his local paki shop but lost his way and ended up on a road to nowhere. Not an uncommon incident by all accounts.

Undaunted by everything going on around him the stupid old pant wetter continued on, regardless of anyone or anything around him, determined to reach his goal whatever the consequences.

He was eventually spotted by a well to do man who was riding in the back of a Rolls Royce at the time. The car pulled along side and the inappropriate looking chap wound down his blacked out window and beckoned him over. "It appears that you have lost your way again, can I give you a ride?" He said, looking over his spectacles. "I'm on my way to ManMuncher and I'll let you suck my lollipop if you like."

"Not now" said the half blind half wit " but I'll give you a ring, with pleasure, later."

The plastic police patrol were eventually called by a rather sour faced, fat bitch wearing jackboots and a small moustache, who was driving a panzer tank. "Get  this useless twat out of my way or I'll have you killed" she said "That's how much power I have. I'm very important. I have two properties paid for by anybody who is left working, you know."

The phoney cops followed the trail of piss up the road until they eventually caught up with the pathetic twat who had skidded on a pile of his own snot.

"It's not my fault!" protested the confused cunt, shaking with rage. "Somebody must have changed the road signs and made me go in the wrong direction, it's not my fault I tell you, it must have been somebody else!"

"It's not my fault!"

No, it never is your fault is it.

You one eyed, pant wetting twat!

How Sweet Of Lord Levy To Think Of Us Like That

The Condemned Man Ate A Hearty Meal

Here's a couple that I thought Fido might enjoy . . . 

Perceived Social Isolation

Thanks for this posting goes to

it's either banned or compulsory who says . . . . 

G.O.T., try staying calm and rational after reading this article which points the finger at the latest group of NHS Resources ABUSERS:

Loneliness as harmful as smoking and obesity

In outline this states that single people get ill because they lack companionship, they get as ill as smokers and the obese. Because they are single they lack self-control and are therefore more likely to 'comfort eat', give up on exercise regimes, have a second or even third 'comfort scotch' to combat feelings of loneliness and depression.

The reason they are single is because they lack social skills (which might be interpreted as being anti-social).

Statisics show that the largest number of households by size = 1
They are easily identifiable because they will have signed up for single discount Council Tax ( ie data-base already in place, cunning huh !)

Single people. The New Jews.

G.O.T. says:

Calm? Rational?

Not a fucking hope in hell.

Perceived Social Isolation!

Where the fuck did that come from?

Its called LONELINESS you scientific twats!

Why do you have to think up stupid names for things that means we have to ask what they mean which means you might as well have used the original meaning in the first place.

AND, more importantly, how many more ways are they going to find to preclude people from receiving care via the NHS. And anyway what the fuck is wrong with being single. It's not a twatting disease, you can't fucking catch it! Some people would fucking well prefer to be on their own.

AND, as EBC points out, this is yet another way for the Government to segregate innocent members of the population by stealth.

Finally, if loneliness is such a bad thing I hope Gordoom Brownfinger finds it soon by fucking the fuck off and leaving us all alone. Come to think of it he's already a fat fucker so maybe he's already half way there.

One can only wish.

Brownfingers's Mystery Caller

Gordoom Brownfinger looked a right twat (no change there then) at a top level meeting in Davos today. His mobile phone rang twice whilst he was addressing business and political leaders. The one eyed fat fuck was reluctant to disclose the identity of the caller but apparently they did leave a couple of messages on his voicemail.

"Hello Gordon, Prudence here. Thought it was about fucking time that you and I had  a chat.

Call me, I'm still waiting and I don't like continually being ignored"

"Oi, Gordon, Prudence here again. Why won't you return any of my calls? For fucks sake man, you really do need to listen to what I have to say. You just cannot afford to keep avoiding me any longer. Get your fat, one eyed face out of the sand before it REALLY is too fucking late!

Call me you twat, you know it makes sense!"

David Miliband - It's Just Not Cricket

I have just read another excellent post at The Lone Voice.

The subject of his vent was "the chap who is supposed to represent us on the World stage", Foreign Secretary, David Miliband.

It reminded me of the same nagging question that I've had in the back of my mind since the day the one eyed fat fuck, Gordoom Brownfinger, appointed The Bananaman (boy) to such an important position.

How is it that a 'schoolboy' could possibly be diplomatically astute, worldly wise and multicultural aware enough to be our Foreign Secretary?

In the not too distant past, whatever ones political leanings were, you could generally say that this highly important post was held by a person who was generally perceived to be experienced and respected.

For the sake of this discussion, I'm not talking about how successful they were or whether you actually liked or disliked them, it's more a question of how important it is that a Foreign Secretary appears outwardly 'experienced' to his counterparts on the World stage.

For example Douglas Hurd, David Owen, Sir Geofrey Howe, Franicis Pym, Malcolm Rifkind, Lord Carrington and even, to some extent, Jack Straw and Robin Cook.

Do you see what I mean? Where does David Miliband fit into all this?

Again, leaving politics aside, during his recent trip to India he appeared on television in New Delhi. He was taking part in some sort of question and answer session with students and demonstrated a remarkably good knowledge of cricket, India's favourite sport. He knew statistics, he new the names of their star players. He gave the impression that he was a genuine lover of their game.

In reality, the evening before, he was apparently seen 'acting' like he was taking an 'A' level exam the next day, cramming like fuck from an 'Idiots Guide to the History of Indian Cricket'.

For fuck's sake, if that's his perception of how to conduct oneself as Foreign Secretary then God help us all.

Swatting up like a fucking schoolkid the day before an exam. And on nothing more important than cricket. Don't get me wrong, I really love cricket but it's hardly the answer to the Mombai bombings is it?

Fucking hell man (boy), you're supposed to be the Foreign fucking Secretary not the Sports Minister on some sort of Sport For All junkett.

I find it all so worrying.

Not just the subject matter but the way David Miliband went about it.

Could you possibly comprehend Douglas Hurd swatting up like crazy, from an 'Idiots Guide to The History of East and West Germany', on the eve of a 'big eunification meeting'?

I fucking think not!

Bananaman (boy).

What a fucking embarrassment. 

Whatever next?

The 'Idiots Guide To Osama Bin Laden' the night before a big War on Terrorism meeting?

After me now. One skin, two skin, three skin, foreskin.

Twat!

Carry On Signing

Following an excellent signpost by the Lone Voice

I decided to gather together a few of my favourite UK road signs.

And, of course, I couldn't leave this one out . . . . 

Minister for Misery - I'll Cheer You Up

Gordoom and gloom has struck again.

With total disregard and typical inability to understand the prevailing mood of the ordinary 'man in the street', he has blessed us with a

2009 New Year message full of upbeat sound bites.

Here are a few of the hypocritical fat twat's pearls of shitdom:

"a rock of stability and fairness"

Fuck the hard working tax payers up the arse and give all the lazy lowlife wankers all that they want. 

"build a better tomorrow, today"

What the fuck with? Sticky back plastic and few toilet rolls? What a load of shit. Give the twat a Blue Peter badge and feed him to the dogs.

"Britain has faced down many greater challenges than those before us today"

None greater than having an unelected Prime Minister drag us all to the brink of disaster.

"a Britain of opportunity and hope"

I would just like the opportunity to vote against this bungling Brown fingered twat and his bunch of nauseating fuckwits, in the vain hope that he fucks the fuck off.

That is all.

For now.

Gordon Saves The World But Who Is Going To Save Us

Gordoom Brown has stated that he has saved the world.

This actually makes some sense.

Whilst he is still Prime Minister of this country, stumbling around from fuck-up to fuck-up wearing his Y Fronts outside of his 'troosers', he is leaving the rest of the world well alone.

Therefore, for the time being, they are safe.

We, however, remain completely and utterly fucked!

Being fucked is one thing but now Lord Mandy Meddlesome has started shoving his agenda in through the 'back door', it won't be long before we are all completely buggered as well.

Now that will fucking hurt!