Gone are the longed for days of navel gazing, where the TV and newspapers pried apart the belly fluff of celebrity gossip and regaled us with snippets of inconsequential crap disguised a news. They have now de-evolved into a lower form of life, namely scum-sucking bottom feeders that are frenziedly tongue washing the colons of the Queen’s faggots.
The leading news story today is not about Bleughh preparing twenty thousand British troops for war, it is about the Queen’s faggots handbagging each other via the tabloids (Surely you mean servants of the Royal Household revealing more shocking disclosures about Palace life? – Ed. ) (No. – TS). Also of the deepest national concern is whether or not Sven the Svede is going to quit as England’s manager (For fuck’s sake make it quick you prick!).
The irony that today is Armistice Day is not lost upon me. Today of all days we have a timely reminder about what war means – death, deprivation and unconscionable waste. Thatcher went to war to protect the British sovereignty of the Falkland Islands and gave Argentina a bloody nose. Major went to war to protect the West’s interests in Kuwait much to Saddam’s amusement. Today we have Bleughh selling out the sovereignty of the Gibraltar against 99% of the Gibraltarians wishes and mobilising against Iraq whose yet to be proved “threat” interferes with Bush’s plans to take control of the world’s second largest oil field.
So, here we are being bombarded with Royal revelations that are hardly a surprise to anyone while the northern hemisphere begins to slide into the abyss.
Isn’t freedom of the press wonderful?
