Nulabore Prefer Pikeys To War Veterans

Absolutely fucking enraged by this article which was spotted by the

All Seeing Eye & St Crispin. I won't go into all the sordid detail again here, so please try and read it.

What really fucking wound me up was the fact that a group of Royal Navy veterans are being turfed out of their clubhouse to make way for Pikeys.

Yes that's right. I shit you not. 

Hazel Blears would rather ride roughshod over people who risked life and limb for this country so that she can support the very scum of this country.

What the fucking buggery bollocks is that all about then?

And that bitch is throwing another £26m of tax payers money at those filthy fuckers because it will reduce the disturbance caused by illegal camps.

I still shit you not.

Pikeys are selfish, worthless pieces of shite.

These filthy, disgusting inbred fuckers are constantly copulating with each other to produce ever more vile mutants of the most brainless, thieving, scrounging, gob shitting creatures know to man.

The sole purpose of this mother fucking bunch of parasites is to suck us dry in every possible way that they can. Then laugh in our faces.

And, it would seem, all with the blessing and funding of mindless Government wankers.

And, most definitely in this case, at the expense of decent, ordinary people who have served this country well.

Once again Gordoom, (and that short arsed  poison dwarf of yours)

I am fucking disgusted at the way you continue to treat people with such utter derision.

And you wonder why people call you a cunt?

There's No Place Like Home

Last year nearly 25% of our service personnel married quarters were officially recognised as being in disrepair. Bearing this in mind I am sure that you will not be surprised to know that the MoD spent nearly as much on staff hotel accommodation as they did on renovating the homes of service personnel. £15m as opposed to £16m.

The astonishing total of hotel accommodation for all Government departments last year, was nearly £43m.

Thats roughly the equivalent of 225,000 nights in a five star hotel.

It's a fucking disgrace.

At a time when Nulabore is planning to borrow more than £1trillion isn't it about fucking time that those jerk off jollymongers tightened their own grossly over sized belts.

And what about our servicemen, sent off on a series of wild goose chases, suffering God knows what, on the behest of a dumb fuck yank President?

Surely they are entitled to come back to a home where they can have a decent shower, shit and shave!

For fucks sake Gordoom, get a fucking grip.

Twat!

I've Just Pissed Myself

Gordon comes out in desperation to stay on top

Many thanks to tractorstats for making me laugh so much,

all due to this fine piece of artwork.

'Tis not an easy task to amuse a Grumpy Old Twat.

Have a look at many other excellent offerings  here.

You won't be disappointed.

Easter Eggs! Jesus Christ!

You have got to be shitting me!

The poor bloke has only just been born and now the supermarkets already seem to be celebrating his death. Popped into the local Morrisons to get a beef joint for lunch and there were shelves filled with fucking Easter eggs! For Christ's sake, it's another 14 weeks until Easter, you twats.

Saddest thing is that I always used to get my kids their Easter eggs from Woolworths.

Guess that won't be happening this year then.

Thanks for that Gordoom.

Oh and by the way Mr Brownfinger, how do you eat yours?

I heard that you like sticking your big fat finger right into the chocolate.

Twat!

Celebrity Bollocks Big Bollocks Brother Bollocks

What an utter load of bollocks!

Televisual trash watched by all those good for nothing chav* twats, sat on their big fat lardy arses, staring at a 50" plasma paid for with their benefits, stuffing their faces with fags, Carling Black Label and pizzas. Spending 24hrs a day, 7 days a week, rubbernecking at a group of talentless fucking has beens parading around the place in an embarrassingly desperate attempt to revive their pointless careers. (That's if the fuckwits even had one in the first place)

What astounds me beyond belief is that this gaggle of dysfunctional non celebrity dickheads get cold, hard cash for appearing in this bag of shite chav fodder.

Ulrika Jonsson - £175,000

Only famous for having 4 kids by 4 different fathers (see above*)

Lucy Pinder - £150,000

Apparently she is what is called a glamour model. That'll be a dumb pornstar then.

Verne Troyer - £136,000

His parents were famous for throwing the alphabet into a hat and picking out 11 random letters before naming him. Later changed his name by deed poll in a sponsorship deal with Mini One.

LaToya Jackson - £100,000

Michael Jackson but with tits and a lady front bottom.

Mutya Buena - £75,000

Same parents as the Mini One. Very scary ex member of the Sugarbabes. Nothing more unlike a nice sweet sugary baby that I could imagine.

Terry err... um... errr... Christian - £75,000

Word has it that he takes hours to err. . finish a sentence. Problem is that you can't understand a word that the fucker says anyway. His name, roughly translated, means Mancunian Twat.

Michelle Heaton - £60,000

An ex lip syncing bimbo from some modern music combo, or other, who made their claim to fame via another one of those vote rigging bags of shite fronted by that high trousered twat, Simon Cowell.

Tina Malone - £30,000

A shameless foul mouthed, head butting Liverpudlian (no change there then). Learnt her craft at the Obsessive Compulsive School of Disorders and Dramatics. Favourite food, spit roast.

Coolio - £30,000

A fruit based ice lolly, nice in the hot weather, which usually comes with a rather distasteful, nonsensical kind of wrapping.

Ben Adams - £20,000

Often seen on the 409 mile trunk road between London and Edinburgh miming into a karaoke microphone. Also available for rent.

Tommy Sheridan - Worthless

Politician turned nonentity. Favourite hobby, committing perjury. Favourite attire, jockstrap.

Whatever next?

Celebrity Colonic Irrigation?

Fucking sad twats!

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.

New Year, Same Old NuLabore (Part 1)

Gordoom Brown.

Unelected Prime Minister. Brown fingered puppet and sex slave of the new State Leader*. Fat twat. Droopy eyed twat. All around, liar liar pants on fire, twat.

Favourite song - Shaking All Over

*Lord Mandy Meddlesome.

Gaylord Minister of everybody else's business. Hellbent on slipping his vile agenda in through the back door (without lubrication). Dictator of The State. Puppet master and dominatrix of the Brown Bullshitter.

Favourite fruit - Orange

Wacqui Jacqui Smith.

Suspected pikey turned commandant of the Police State. Former teacher turned silencer of the educated. Chief of whips turned head of jackboots. Former cannabis smoking student turned control freak.

Favourite Roman Numeral - ID