[cross-posted from Bloody Scott; Frank had a storied career as a London police detective and is heartbroken about his country’s decline, because it was love, you see (Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes); I could tell you what I know, but he wouldn’t have it; let’s just say he’s a person of rare character]
The asinine Nick Clegg, the ‘Leader’ of the libdem losers is reported to be miffed by his failure to obtain an audience with the Obamessiah of the Chicago mob during his cavorting in the UK, reports James Forsyth on the Coffee House blog. I was moved to respond with the following comment, which is unlikely to get past the ‘moderator’ so excuse me while I let off steam here:
“This clamour to kiss Obama’s ass is disgusting; what a nation we have now become! Roll up the red carpet and tell this wooden mouthpiece of multi-mobbery and neo-Marxist thuggery to piss off back to corrupt Chicago where he belongs with his shyster sidekicks and backers. Cameron should have either given him the cold shoulder, or a bollocking, for trying to jig up another Ponzi scam with yet another socialist sub-agenda; if Cameron has anything in common with him and his henchman/wimmin then the Tories have the wrong leader. As for Richard Kay and the juvenile Clegg: two further examples of national decline! Except in their case they are risible rather than dangerous.
How my heart aches for what once was and will never be again.
England O England
Why have we failed you?
Betrayed your dead heroes;
Squandered their blood and
Dishonoured their sacrifice?
Shame on a craven generation
Of destructive decadence!
Lower the Royal Standard.
Beat the Retreat.
Dissolve into deep disgrace
And demeaning Dhimmitude…
We are done for!”
Obama’s got a head like a fucking orange.
And when you think about it, Chicago pretty much is Manchester with more Poles.
It’s settled. Obama is our Karl Pilkington.
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The Queen should have been the one giving him the bollocking I think. Used to be she stood up to fascists.
Hopefully she’ll have the good sense to wipe that iPod the Ego-Who-Walks gave her and refill it with a proper music selection. The collected works of the original British Invasion, perhaps. Something to remind her of the days when her countrymen actually displayed backbone.
I don’t know, from looking at that site Pilkington makes more sense, (that’s not saying much) and is funnier, on purpose.
geoffb, do yourself a favor, go here, and then grab Monkey News, Do We Need ‘Em?, and Karl: The Childhood Years. You won’t regret it.
Yes, he is smarter than Obama. He quit school at 15.
It’s okay, Frank.
We kind of feel the same way.
I just want to say this:
Last night on the Midnight Radio Network, they had start every hour with a disclaimer: “This is real news, not an April Fool’s prank. We can’t make this stuff up.”
I seriously don’t know what fake story they could have come up with that would top the actual headlines.
blowhard, I don’t doubt you but the files from there won’t play on anything I have and my main conversion program coughs up error on any attempt to convert the supposed MP3s to another format.
Never mind figured it out.
g, okay, to get a taste, there are these from youtube.
The best seeded torrent (wma files) I’ve found is here.
I bought the last copy of Corgiville Fair. Sorry. The Queen lost her chance.
And did you catch Life on Mars? I liked that show, but did not care for the finale.
It was just that I’m used to right clicking on an, let’s say MP3 link and doing save as. That got me a file, labeled as an MP3 but it wasn’t. Had to click to the “rapidshare” site and jump through their hoops to get the slow-rapidshare download. Another weird system just like PJ media.
Ahh, soon we’ll have another person hooked on Pilk!
Sorry to go so far off topic Dan. On the plus side, it’s like a play. I’ll be the dumb kid talking too loudly about something funny on the internet and you can be the old guy pissed off that you can’t drink on the Tube anymore.
I wish. If he’s like anyone in those interactions, it’s the other two knobs. I started out thinking those shows were kind of funny until I noticed a pattern (so maybe skip this, because it might wreck it for you, too):
Almost every time Pilkington comes out with some folk-dumbness that the two knobs laugh at, and they set to explaining to him how the world really works, they can’t. They don’t really know much about anything, except that they’re the type that knows things, and he isn’t. Stumped, they make louder and louder noises of exasperation until Karl gives up on being properly corrected (which he welcomes) and moves on to the next part of his story.
I’ve had a couple Gervais lovers tell me “maybe that’s the joke.” It isn’t. He can’t act.
For more, see the chapter on comedy in my Why England Can Go Fuck Itself In The Neck, Volume XXXIV.
psycho, you’re a legend to play this angle. I agree with you 51%.
I wouldn’t put Gervais and Merchant into the same camp though. Merchant is always playing it for laughs. Gervais and Karl are trying to out straight man each other with Karl normally winning.
For instance, we have to get rid of some animals because they’re taking up too much room? His uncle who had two tvs, one with sound, one with picture, who slept in a boat in his living room? The monkey who stole the car?
Naw, Karl’s doubling down on the straight man.
Yet, yeah, I do still agree with Karl half the time.
Unlike Obama, so, point taken.
England, hell. What happened to America? You know, the country where the citizenry and the government were tolerant and minded their own business?
We’ve reverted to a government that has subjects, Brett.
Can we turn back? Does the country want to? Is secession the answer?
I wish for the olden days, when anarchists trespassing upon royal grounds were hurried off to a privy council court and condemned and beheaded, all in a few hours. That we may soon have with Obama the Disaster anyway, unfortunately, so I retract my wish and declare myself a pompous racist.
Recessional
God of our fathers, known of old–
Lord of our far-flung battle line
Beneath whose awful hand we hold
Dominion over palm and pine–
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget – lest we forget!
The tumult and the shouting dies;
The captains and the kings depart:
Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice,
An humble and a contrite heart.
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget – lest we forget!
Far-called, our navies melt away;
On dune and headland sinks the fire:
Lo, all our pomp of yesterday
Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!
Judge of the Nations, spare us yet,
Lest we forget – lest we forget!
If, drunk with sight of power, we loose
Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe–
Such boasting as the Gentiles use
Or lesser breeds without the law–
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget – lest we forget!
For heathen heart that puts her trust
In reeking tube and iron shard–
All valiant dust that builds on dust,
And guarding, calls not Thee to guard–
For frantic boast and foolish word,
Thy mercy on Thy people, Lord!
England might fare well by using some Tudor type “justice”. Like boiling
in water those who have been proven treacherous.
Or maybe to have a Cromwellian leader show up, better yet a leader
such as Boudicea.
Nah..the gene pool has been culled down too weak.