Tuesday, 29 December 2009

Revealed: the mastermind behind the underpants bomber.

The evil mastermind behind the underpants bomber can be revealed as Labour MP for Rhonda, Chris Bryant. He can be seen in this image demonstrating a prototype of the bomb used in the failed attempt to blow up a airliner on Christmas Day.

It is unknown if the MP's expense claims had any part in funding the operation.

Friday, 25 December 2009

He came out of nowhere

There were we, cruising at 37,000 feet minding our own business then there was this awful bang. It was only after we landed that we found out what it was.

Wednesday, 16 December 2009

The snot goblin to save the world (again)

El Gordo, the evil snot goblin, has gone off to Copenhagen to get the climate summit back on track.

Gordon Brown dressed for action

"I'll teach the cunts to stop fucking about and agree to all the taxes that we want", he was heard to have said as he went to meet one group of delgates.

Gordon Brown adressing delegates to the climate change summit

Sunday, 29 November 2009

Wednesday, 18 November 2009


It looks like the governments policy of printing money, sorry quantitative easing, is beginning to work: inflation has begun to rise. Before we know it will be in double digits. All that horrid debt will just melt away.

In the thirties, inflation was sold to the American people as a solution to all their problems.

"What a man. What a leader. Yowza! Happy day's are here again" The evil snot goblin will be getting Princess Mandy to sing that tune soon.

If a measure of inflation that included asset prices was used then inflation has been running at around 20% for years. The evil snot goblin has extended his bi-polar mind into the UK economy. On the one hand we have had rampant inflation in assets such as houses and equities but also low inflation or even deflation in consumable goods. Of course only the low or falling priced items are used to measure inflation via the CPI. The government has deliberately encouraged some assets to have high inflation rates so they can milk the wealth effect for all its worth. This is the means by which they have retained power over the last 12 years. The low inflation has been bought by flooding the UK with extra workers driving down wages. Although most people haven’t realised this yet, living standards have fallen dramatically for many in the UK.

For anyone that has ever voted Labour, a message

Update 19 Jan 10: Dec CPI +0.6 to 2.9% exceeding [some] expectations

Wednesday, 30 September 2009

PM Clown Interviewed

I have to thank Bob Shawadiwadi for giving me the inspiration to produce this video. I have plans to produce more in this series.

Monday, 14 September 2009

Anyone fancy a walk?

One of my heroes is Old Holborn. He is arranging his annual stroll around London


It’ll be nice to get a bit of exercise.

Saturday, 12 September 2009

Is Gordon Brown the evil twin of Chorlton from the mirror universe?

The physical likeness is uncanny.

The snot goblin is no happiness dragon

The evil, pant pissing, snot goblin brings misery to all.

Cosgrove Hall should sue for deformation.

Tuesday, 8 September 2009

solid oak inverted banjo thwinking device

What the fuck is a “solid oak inverted banjo thwinking device” you may ask. My answers is that I have no fucking idea what a “solid oak inverted banjo thwinking device” is. Blame Durbs at ContractorUK forum. I posted that I was No. 1 for Snot Gobbling Deviant on Google, but it was bumped down to No. 2 when that post was indexed. He was taking the piss as wanted to know what happens when solid oak inverted banjo thwinking device is posted.

We shall see what happens.

Monday, 7 September 2009

There is no pain, you are receding ...

There has been an extremely enjoyable blog posting that has been doing the rounds the last couple of days regarding the poor mental health of that cunt Brown. Rather than repost it as others have, I’ll post a link to the original entry: Not Born Yesterday - ESTABLISHMENT 'COLLUDING IN PLIGHT OF SICK MAN BROWN'. Given my feelings about the pant pissing, snot gobbling Cyclops, I cannot resist making a comment or two.

The author claims that the sources of his story are valid, but they are too afraid to come forward. I believe this to be the case. I also believe that this story is in large part very true. As a lay person with absolutely no medical training whatsoever, I can say, with all the authority my qualification justifies, that Gordon Brown is a absolutely barking fucking mad cunt.

However, the very last thing we want is for the snot goblin to be declared insane by some doctors. If that happens then it immediately follows that the evil cunt is not fit to stand trial for his crimes. We will never get the fucking cunt executed like that. Having Gordon Brown, B’Liar, Mandy the Queen of Darkness, et al, hung drawn and quartered must be our main objective.

There is another thing to consider. Could these stories of the snot goblins poor mental health be deliberately planted by him? It is wholly consistent with the duplicitous nature of the cunt to feed these stories so that he can get himself declared unfit to stand trial and evade any prosecution for his misdeeds. He has a long history of such dirty tricks.

Update: I just had to add this video from the movie version of 'The Wall', by Pink Floyd

Wednesday, 26 August 2009

Forever Autumn

For three days in the pouring rain I fought my way along roads packed with tourists, migrant workers and bogus asylum seekers, each babbling in their own tongues; many either taking jobs form the indigenous population or drawing benefits. All that was of value to me was London, but by the time I had reach home soaked to the skin, I knew everything was gone.

The summer sun is fading as the year grows old
And darker days are drawing near
The winter winds will be much colder
Now you're not here.

I watch the birds fly south across the autumn sky
And one by one they disappear

I wish that I was flying with them
Now you're not here.

Like the sun through the tres you came to love me

Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away

Through autumn's golden gown we used to kick our way
You always loved this time of year
Those fallen leaves lie undisturbed now
'cause you're not here
'cause you're not here
'cause you're not here

Lies and spin leapt from every media output, the population deluded into believing what they were feed – and I was swept along with them, taxed to hell and without hope. Finally I knew I had to head westward, over the ocean was my only hope of survival – a plane out of England.

Like the sun through the trees you came to love me
Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away

A gentle rain falls softly on my weary eyes

As if to hide a lonely tear
My lift will be Forever Autumn
'cause you're not here
'cause you're not here
'cause you're not here

As I hastened though the City, Paddington and Heathrow, more and more people joined the painful exodus. Sad weary women, their children stumbling and streaked with tears, their men bitter and angry, the rich desperate for a shoulder rub and feeling like an outcast.

We saw CCTV cameras and police everywhere stopping people to see their papers. Coffee shops, ticket offices, one asked for my Identify when I went to the lavatory.

Never before in the history of the world has a mass of human beings moved and suffered together. This was no indiscipline stampede – there was order and a goal, 60% tax had forced the better provisioning of tax planning. It was the beginning of the rout of talent from London, of the massacre of the United Kingdom.

A vast crowd buffeted me towards the boarding gate of the airliner. I looked at all the people already on board, but then looked straight to the left and to my first class seat. At the sight of me the attendant showed me to my seat and asked if I wanted something to drink. At that very moment the door was closed and I caught a glimpse of some migrant airport worker as the plane pulled back and prepared to sweep me away from all that.

Like the sun through the trees you came to love me
Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away.

Through autumn's golden gown we used to kick our way

You always loved this time of year
Those fallen leaves lie undisturbed now
'cause you're not here
'cause you're not here
'cause you're not here

Update: Here is the original.

Monday, 10 August 2009

Wonderful news: Hazel Blears attacked in her car.

Sadly only the tires were slashed and the windows cracked. It’s a start I suppose, but what should have happened should have been that the cunt was dragged from the car and the fucker strung up from the nearest lamppost and the car torched with her minders still inside.

Normally I would not go along with violent acts like this, but this is the only way that you can communicate with the cunts of the evil nuLieBore regime. The leftie cunts are all up for a bit of rough house when the target is someone from the BNP, but when it comes to one of their own it’s different.

It will happen again; next time they might get it right. If the evil snot goblin doesn’t call an election soon, he is very likely to go down in history as the second prime minister to be assassinated.

Sunday, 5 July 2009

The general and special theories of cuntitude

Two blogs that can help you express your true feelings on http://isacunt.blogspot.com , anyone can be called a cunt. You know you want to. I nominate David Cameron for leading a standing ovation to B’Liar in the house of commons on B’Liar’s last PMQs.

However, there is a special blog for the evil, insane, pant pissing, snot goblin himself http://gordonbrownisacunt.blogspot.com

Sunday, 28 June 2009

Execute the Labour government

Traditional British punishment for treason: to be hung, drawn, and quartered.

Another trouble making sweaty get topped.

It time this form of punishment is brought back, suitably updated for the 21st Centaury. B’Liar, the evil snot goblin, Mandy the queen of darkness, all of the bastards should be topped. What they have done goes far beyond them suffering the disgrace of being voted out of office, they need to be made an example of as a warning to future generations of MPs.

In the old form the executions were done at Tyburn, but that is covered over with Marble Arch now. However, the rest of Hyde Park is a nice open area that could handle the crowds’. The basic form of execution should remain. However, careful monitoring by medical personnel must be made to make sure that the person to be executed does not die too early, say in the hanging or disembowelling phase. Test must ensure that the condemned are not under the influence of any sedatives, pain killers or other medication that would mitigate their suffering.

It would be very important that this covered live on telly at prime-time. A spectacular of this kind would need to be shot in High Definition and viewer to able to choose from multiple angles, etc. Although the broadcast in the United Kingdom (also it’s overseas territories and the common wealth) would have to be free to air, the overseas Pay Per View rights would bring in a fortune; possibly enough to fund the whole event. Subsequent DVD sales would also likely to be very popular and profitable.

The replay of the recording of the event should form part of the state opening of parliament in subsequent years to remind the members what the consequences of misdeeds are.

Pull your finger out HAB

I keep getting nagged about not ever doing anything with this blog. Well, now I am going to start writing more.

What am I going to blog about? Absolutely anything that crosses my demined mind. My professional interests are related to finance and computing. You can expect some seriously geeky stuff on the markets, or economics together with my moans about technical problems as I am not as ‘techie’ as I once was.

However, I have a deep disgust of the evil nuLieBore regime. Expect a lot ranting about how bad they are. I don’t expect the Conservatives to be any better either.

When I am not blogging or twittering you’ll find me making idiotic comments on the ContractorUK bulletin board where I rant about the evil government, ask stupid technology question and generally lower the tone of the place with my talk of bizarre and deviant sexual preferences and practices (I leave it as an exercise for the reader to decide if it true or not).

If you don’t like my foul language or what I have to say, take a full refund and fuck off.