Q: what do you get when you cross anti-business Greenpeace zealots with London International Petroleum Exchange oil traders?
A: equal parts pain and humiliation, evidently.*
Q: what do you get when you cross anti-business Greenpeace zealots with London International Petroleum Exchange oil traders?
A: equal parts pain and humiliation, evidently.*
Evidently …. phoque oeuf!!!
The best part of the article that post links to is the quote from a trader at the end of the fourth paragraph.
No, that’s what the LIPE traders say when the Codpiece activists question their role in the globalist hegemony.
Activist: I question your role in the globalist hegemony.
Trader: Phoque oeuf!!
I’ve heard of a sawed-off shotgun, but what’s a sawed-off swampy?
Any Brits or anglophiles out there care to translate? I know “Cockney” but that’s it.
http://www.dictionary.com = spiv
– One, usually unemployed, who lives by one’s wits.
– One who shirks work or responsibility; a slaker
well, “slacker” might be more appropriate
“barrow”
hint: wheel
Slackers who push wheelbarrows around the East End?
Take it in context/content.
Cockney – Native of London East End
Barrow boy – hawker of fruits and vegetables.
Spiv – derivation of “spiff” or “spiffy”.
Heh. Spam word = answer.
Fear me! I am the ORACLE! I DEMAND PIE!!!
But no lemon meringue. That whippped stuff goes straight to my butt.
Heh, heh, he said Cockney.
Turing word—“her”
I saw this story last week… funnier every time I read it!!
Laughing ass right off.
“But Greenpeace did not fight back.”
Rolling. Simian Justice. (h/t Kelly)
Tell me. Would a Greenpeace activist fight back with a thumb-on-the-inside fist or just a bunch of slapping and flapping and shrieking? Perhaps some fingernails and purse flogging? The men, that is.
The women, don’t mess with those Sandalwood wearing Greenpeace gals.
I love these a-hole nuts
They think “Talking” and “dialogue” are air horns, breaking into secure areas, disrupting people’s lives, spiking trees so lumberjacks get hurt, criminal damage to property, etc
They are surprised when people don’t want to “talk” to them about their views
And then they whine and cry when they are treated the same way. hey, the traders were only speaking to them in their own language
Poor little hypocrites. got a booboo?
turing word: showed, as in, those traders sure showed those uninformed greenpeace vandals
In case you care:
Ding Dong Dan Rather’s Gone
This is old news, man – where have you been?
Tim McNabb
fivehundredwords.com
“Cockney barrow-boy spiv” = snooty reference to people who actually work for a living by a pampered trustafarian cunt who should have his jaw broken just on general principle.
It’s a reference to the notion that options traders are the offspring of East End (Cockney) market traders (barrow boys) who worked their way up to extremely stressful, extremely profitable jobs and tend to be a bit flash with their money (spivs). It’s the classic braying of the sort of middle class wankers that make up Greenpeace/Friends of the Earth etc. Social mobility is so tacky.
Cunts.
“Clubbed me like a baby seal” I am developing the beginnings of a little “chubby” when I read that.
I punch people when they use the term “post-prandial.”
Whoa… a space-time continuum glitch. This was covered by us on February 17th.
Oh, anyone know how to spell continue-um?
Ask Ward Churchill. He’s real big on that Indian lingo.
David: Doesn’t it all go back to the idea that a gentleman doesn’t sully his hands in trade?
A gentleman can’t sully his hands in trade. He can only sully his hands in blood sport. Yoiks! Tally Ho! and all that rot.
Cockney barrow-boy spiv=Opposite of Upper Class Twit
I covered this on February 17 with this photoshop, which Stephen Green kindly linked.
Priceless, John L. Priceless.