When faced with a landfill overflowing with pustulating cack it is difficult to know where, precisely, to start. Reading this typically Hardingesque post advocating hatred, we realise that we have not so much ridden into horse-shit city, as tied our mount up at the hitching rail, stormed through the saloon doors, filled the local gunslinger with lead, downed a couple of whiskys and slumped into a chair at the card table for a hand of poker with Wild Bill Hickock.
This post is the usual mix of innuendo, opinion presented as fact, prejudice, deliberate misrepresentation and bigotry. Where, then does one start to fisk such vile diatribe?
Oh, sod it, I really can’t be arsed. If you have a few minutes, by all means, pinch your nose and take a dip in the sewer – frankly, I would advise against.
It was only honest curiosity, but the next time you advise me against doing something, I will take your advice.
It is pretty awful. Most of it has been pretty thoroughly discredited long since. ZANU Labour and negative campaigning, eh?
Well, visiting NH is like watching a car crash in slow motion, it’s sort of pornography – you know what will happen next (i.e. what he will say next), but you read it anyway in a mixture of disgust and self-disgust (for having wasted yet another few minutes of your precious day).
But I read it, and like I said before, we will mount another full-frontal assault on him in a few weeks, please give me a nudge.
More to the point I LIVE IN LONDON and I can vote for Boris (if UKIP don’t put up a candidate) and Comrade Neil lives in f***ing Brighton so it’s none of his f***ing business!!
Tee hee!!!