Ah, poor de pfeffel twatface, needs his daddy to defend his selfless decision to come out for leaving the EU. It’s firmed up my decision with that narcissistic, sociopathic bully opting to join the grinning gargoyle’s gang. Watched the last episode of the current series of Vera last night and the ending was a beautiful riposte to all the racist little englanders.
And the night before went with Hector to see Mr Richard Hawley and his excellent band. The band are one of those groups/performers who sound better live. Whilst listening to ‘Tonight the Streets Are Ours”https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SCsKRbChILA thought that Labour could use this as the tts and kleptos privatise ever more public spaces, increasingly restrict and make illegal any public assemblies/protests, generally make life worse for most of us. I’m sure Mr Hawley would be OK with this unlike many artists who find their songs being appropriated by the likes of rug of the dump who very scarily seems certain to be the republican candidate.
Anyway reading the brilliant piece by Zoe Williams today brought a ray of clarity to the current tsunami of swivel-eyed baying and a braying. It’s now a given truth that all immigrants are parasitic and only come here to take our money, housing, school places, medical treatment; just listen to what comes out of so many mouths, even from recent immigrants. The cognitive dissonance is deafening. One of the many insidious tropes is that which conflates with our home-grown scroungers who are ‘getting something for nothing’ with all these bleedin’ immigrants coming over here and getting thousands of pounds in handouts and living in million pound mansions whilst our heroic veterans are forced to live on the streets because they’ve been used and spat out, hang on you’ve gone too far Duncan, should have just stopped at streets. No mention of how the tts have introduced more favourable tax conditions for inherited wealth which is far and away the biggest scrounging of the lot, well maybe not the biggest as that might be contested by all the financial shenanigans of the current crop of kleptos. Ho hum.
And what can we do to save Helen from the very evil rob?
Keep on keeping on, love Duncan.