Hughie Kablooey - Mr. Cysts & Pimples Plods to a Win

Well, well, he's the 21 year-old cousin of obnoxious Tyson Fury.

He's opposite Tyson in a variety of ways. He's a total klutz, leaves himself wide open with his baboon left arm hanging down, can't knock out a small opponent with no skills, and has no charisma.

The most interesting thing about this boring pug is that instead of tattoos he's festooned with what look like herpes sores, boils, cysts and pimples.

In the mid-rounds there was an accidental head bash and he got a cut (which ended the fight; he was leading at the time so he was declared the winner). Considering what a lumpy monster he is, I'm only surprised Pathetic Fred Kassi didn't make him bleed by pounding his chest and neck and popping the pimples.

After the fight, a female reporter asked him a few questions but seemed to shield her eyes from his repulsive looking body.

The excuse is that Baby Hughie is young and will get better. He's just going to get old and pimplier. David Price could've knocked him out tonight. Screwy Hughie? Fooey. A load of hooey.

View to a Chill - Remnants of Retards

As the nerds look forward to October's "fest" we look back in anger...with a few last pictures of some of the idiocy at the April event.

Who wanted to miss the opportunity of owning JUNK? Here's a typical dealer's area. This jerk paid a lot for this space, which he crammed with useless garbage. Think about how many people own trivia items NOBODY wants. They picked "Man in a Suitcase" instead of "The Prisoner," or "Tina Louise" instead of "Brigitte Bardot."

Buy some of this junk figuring it's an "investment" and you could be in big trouble. Aren't the charity shops loaded with Bay City Rollers memorabilia? And won't they be full of THIS junk in a year or two?

Watta load.

Meanwhile there were some D-listers who weren't making many sales at all.

Maybe Piper should've offered a kiss along with an autographed photo? Erik Estrada knew how to assure a $20 sale. Don't just pose with a duckfaced cretin, KISS her. Erik was once a "hunk" to teenage twats, when he starred in a moronic 80's show about motorcycle cops.

A lot of nerds showed up in costume. Yes, you could PREDICT the number of fuckheads who wanted to be Obi Wan-Kenobi or Harry Potter or Superman. There were probably several dozen BATMANs (imagining themselves as one of several dozen bad actors who played Batman in movies).

At least with BATMAN you wear a mask. One jerk, tall and gawky with bad hair, decided he looked like Weird Al, so he walked around calling attention to himself. And another...yeah, "Siegfried" was a funny character who turned up in maybe a half-dozen episodes of "Get Smart" but WHY BOTHER DRESING UP LIKE HIM? The guy who played him, Bernie Kopell, wasn't even AT the convention this time. Keee-rist. Meanwhile, other nerds were SO impressed they took photos.

ALWAYS part of the Chiller show are once-hot chicks who appeared in Playboy or in softcore porn. The weird thing is that even though they look like anorexic or brain-dead versions of themselves NOW, turd-brains still want to spend $20 to get a picture with them, or have them autograph a photo of how they USED to look.

While the sweaty bodies bumping along in the corridors are predominantly fat Hoobastank males, every once in a while there's a SHAUNA.

She's too young to know the has-beens in attendance, except maybe in re-runs. She MIGHT actually watch re-runs of "Beverly Hillbillies" or "The Monkees?" Maybe. But I'm thinking the memorabilia show SHAUNA is just there to be her cutesy-wutesy self and like any jail bait, catch the attention of somebody she thinks will either PAY HER FOR SEX, or be stupid enough to take her to dinner.

Maybe she was trawling around hoping one of the old actors might want to "discover" her and give her a part in a movie. Sorry, the guyyyssss at these shows don't get movie deals except a "senior pass" to get in at half price.

Or did she think Dolenz needed to hire a cutesy-wutesy to help him and Tork set up microphones for shows, and do other roadie chores? Who knows. It's almost too repulsive to even think about it.

At the very least, Ms. Adorable got a lot of face time with old D-listers. You can be sure that Micky and Alice and Erik, guys who barely looked up while signing a photo and getting $20 off some adoring male fan, were all smiles when SHE gave 'em a grin and widened her big beautiful brown eyes.

Last and least, meet Amy Huelpig. Yes, that's her real first name. She's trying to be a vaginal version of our pal Hoobastank. She needs to put on a little weight, since at the moment she's looking more like a yenta New Jersey version of Bonnie Raitt.

OK, not too many women like Weird Al. That makes her weird already.

You notice Al in that typical abashed "celebrity looks into the camera, tries not to be embarrassed" pose.

But our gal Amy is even delighted to meet guyyssss who LOOK like Al. Or rather, as Al looked some years ago when he still had the mustache.

Amy needs to watch "2001" a few more times. At the moment she's stuck in "Star Wars" mode, and, yes, getting a selfie with a figure almost as inanimate as herself.

She's not a librarian or collecting social security, so she didn't go taking pix with every has-been at the show. In fact, at times she had to be downright sneaky.

Out of towners may not know who Kreskin is. He's nobody. He was a "mentalist" who did corny mind-reading stunts and was so laughable, he'd get booked on talk shows. Merv Griffin and others would wink at the audience and let this cornball do his stuff. He was nerdish and dopey, and nobody minded him. In fact, he had his own syndicated talk show very briefly. Patrick MacNee was a guest, and you can see that unfortunate episode on GooTube.

Eventually, guys like Letterman were openly hostile and impatient with his goofy stunts, and there was something kind of cringeworthy about how they made fun of the guy. Now? Maybe he turns up at a convention but who'd want to pay for an autographed photo? Maybe he performs his "mentalist" stunts at corporate events and bar mitzvahs.

Apparently, since he lives in awful-awful New Jersey, he just showed up to give his card to various D-listers and see if they needed an opening act or something.

Amy was too shy to go up for a photo, so she snuck one. Yes, Amy (where have I heard that first name before) is on her way to being another Bill, and worse.

As long as you enjoy what you're doing

Jeez.

It's tough out there. You can have one of the best voices in the country. You can boast of finishing in the Top Ten on a famous national voice competition show and wowing the judges. You could have the credit of spending all summer touring with all the finalists. You can have a website where you're selling your self-pressed CD.

And you'll still have trouble booking any kind of gigs outside your home town, and you'll take gigs that are at the level of a wedding singer.

Jeez.

Drainspotting

Q: When it comes to entertainment, you enjoy...

A: Drainspotting.

Q: Standing next to a huge sewer pipe?

A: Aye, lad. There it goes, right on time!

Q: You check various sewer pipes in the area? Every day? Are you paid for this?

A: No, no, lad. I just feel it's my duty. I get to the pipe, check my watch, hear the rumble, and oh, it does my heart good when the sewage starts coming out! I guess it's nostalgia.

Q: Nostalgia? For what?

A: My wife. She's passed on. Oh, I wish I could see my wife Flo again.

Q: Incontinent, was she?

A: Sapristi! I'll have none of your smart talk! This is serious. It's a proud tradition. You don't see them Muslims doing this, the dirty bastards. They should go down the drains, the lot of 'em.

Q: Here, speaking of drains, I've got a picture of Shauna Cuntwell shaving her twat.

A: You call that a drain? I bet she can't even piss a pint in under 30 seconds, like Flo could! She's got a microphone, has she? Fancies herself a singer? She can fuck herself with that microphone! You want singing? (sings) "The sun is out, the sky is blue, there's not a cloud to spoil the view but it's draining, draining in my heart!"

Q: That makes no sense.

A: Waddya expect from a senile old bastard? I know a drummer named Savage whose hobby is scraping bird droppings off a fence! How about a fat Dutch Douche who uses dozens of fake names just to upload a fucking Levitt & McClure album nobody cares about? How about a fat ugly bitch reading "Pride and Prejudice" to nobody?

Q: Calm down, Seniormole.

A: How about — ooh, look at the load of raw diarrhea floating out of the drain! I've got to write this down. Today, 10:42, I witnessed a "Hoobastank..."

Thanksy Banksy - Graffiti Monkeys are Everywhere

It used to be that only poor, disgusting neighborhoods were hit by graffiti.

It used to be that only a few obnoxious Puerto Ricans and Blacks would sneak out and "tag" a storefront in a nice neighborhood.

Now that Millennials do whatever they please, and human trash travels by SUV or trailer to anyplace in the world, NO place is safe from mindless assholes who have to paint or carve their idiot "tags."

How BEAUTIFUL this is...not.

I guess this asshole's idea is to keep on doing it, till people keep asking, "Gee, what's that name? Who is it? Wow, what a cool person, can I give him $100,000 on Kickstarter to do a painting for me?????"

AMY wants Money Again: Goes on DICKSTARTER

It's like Truffaut vs Godard. It's like Kubrick vs Scorcese. It's like Shit vs Piss.

Snubbed by Bill Hoobastank and Shauna Cuntwell, the powerful fat lady Amy Wagstaff-Wetone is determined to make a film and get it into theaters first!

She's gone to DICKSTARTER, as usual, to raise money!

What a photo!

"Hello everyone, it's AMY again. Thank you for giving me the money so I could read "Pride and Prejudice," chapter by chapter, on GOOTUBE. I was thinking of doing it naked, you know. But I was told I'd get over a thousand hits...with people coming over in person to slap me in the face.

"I realized I should save total frontal nudity for my own FEATURE FILM! When I discovered that Hoobastank Limited (Bill and his mentally challenged sister) were making a fillm about the notorious T-girl GROOKER, I knew I had to get started — DICKstarted. Go to DICKSTARTER so I can compete!

"Please support my self-starring movie. I will write and direct it, too. I play Geoff Smallhorn, a struggling musician who can't quit fit in his pants. He's got an ass as big as Adele's. (IE, big as a house). Thinking he is not biologically male after all, but secretly a Kardashian or Jenner, off he goes to Thailand, where a mad doctor gives him Asian hormones that slant his eyes, give him odd looking tits, and shrink his genitalia to the dimensions of most Asian men. His dick looks even smaller because he's such a big fat slob. He is now, what they call in Thailand, a "Lady Blob." Freaks like him are a rare curiosity!

"He becomes an exotic entertainer, but when he reads aloud from E.L. James, people bend him over and spank him with the book. He likes this so much, he walks around with no underwear, constantly reading and constantly getting spanked. He adopts the suitable new name: Knickerless Pain.

"Realizing he has a lousy voice, awful looks, and is totally obese, he figures he's a natural for a career in rock music. The delusional fool takes to the stage, backed by a capuchin monkey banging a drum. He sings tunes that he's co-written with a certain Mr. Grooker, including, "Fat End of the Wedge," "Butterface Boy," "Quite Unsightly So," "Twas Teatime at the Circumcision," "In Girdle Was I," "Shine On Obesely," "The Devil with a Can Ass," "Juicy Fat Stink," "Grimsby's Progress," "Way Too Much Between Us," "Still There'll Be More Fat," "Whale Sings Stories," "Bill's Simple Sister," "Poor Moo Hummus," "Broken Barricades and Toilet Seats," "Exotic Turds and Fruit," "An Old English Drama Queen," and "A Yellower Shade of Piss in a Pail."

"I don't want to give away the plot. Or, rather, there are several of them. It's a big plotz. So just donate hundreds of thousands, and remember that the more you give, the more I'll eat, and the fatter I'll get. This will make for a really big movie. And a really big movement in my knickers; one that will be so huge and stinky it'll make Hoobastank feel jealous in his little soiled nappy. Or am I being rude? Not rude enough to say GIVE ME MONEY! I'M A GLUTTON!"

Eh! Me Immigrant! Give me MONEY! Kickstart! Ebay! Eh! I want MONEY so GIVE ME!

Immigrants. They know who the chumps are. The people who speak ENGLISH.

Croatia. Ecuador. Nigeria. Sri Lanka. Romania. Manilla. Hong Kong. Lithuania. Wherever. They babble in their native language what translates as: "Find a way to swindle the American and British. Just walk into their country and tell them you want welfare. Go on Kickstarter and demand free money. Take your bootlegs to Ebay and copy off somebody else's ad copy, or write your own as best you can. They can afford to BUY. You are entitled to do as you please!"

Christ.

No wonder we have Lithuanian Kickstarter fuckheads who figure they should be indulged with the gift of a $5,000 recording studio free. Or dimwit bitches thinking they should get $5,000 to put out a vanity singing CD, because "you will like native music of my country. I do song with me hitting a native drum. Very nice." Does a bottle of aspirin come with the CD?

English speaking people have developed the reputation for being easy marks. "We have MORE than enough. Come live in our country. Come get government money. We feel soooo guilty. While OUR immigrant ancestors came here ready to work, YOU don't have to! Aren't we wonderful white people??"

Over on eBay, these Eurotrash monkeys, these slanty scumbags, just don't stop. They get a zillion aliases and the Utah morons in charge of suspending 'em hardly do anything. "We know there's a problem, but we have millions of auctions and we can't possibly monitor them all." Or pay attention to people who report violations?

Here's a typical illiterate prick. He downloads bootlegs off Kickass or some dimwit Polish fuckhead's blog or a stealing forum, and then decides to sell the shit on eBay.

That's all it takes. Minimum English skills. The ad is blatantly illegal but click "report this item" and complain it's a digital download, and the odds are 50-50 someone will pause from sleeping or eating muffins to pull the auction. And a few days later, the seller sneaks it back again.

Just throw the bootlegs on eBay and watch as Seniormole and Boot Sale cheapskates buy it up for a few dollars. "What's the Kerfuffle," says Seniormole. "These are poor people. They can have an entire dinner on a few dollars. The artists can afford to SHARE. And me? Oh, I don't think I should pay full price. A few dollars to a bootlegger seems FAIR."

So they buy a bootleg zip file of EVERY book Stephen King ever wrote, pay the price for ONE book, and leave positive feedback: "I'm very happy! Great seller!"

The seller sends a link to the zip file via an illiterate e-mail:

At best, the sellers steal from each others' ad copy. They know the caveat eBay needs. Ebay, of course, stresses "we are just a venue," and not obligated to ask a seller, "what proof can you give us that you OWN copyright?"

And the copyright owners are told it's "copy wrong," and they should jump through hoops to send in DMCA's, and they should spend their lives typing their names on eBay to see what's being done in their name.

And Kickstarter? GoFundMe? Flooded with so many con artists and immigrant pests that most people stop looking, and figure they're better off keeping their money for themselves.

So they get off the computer, go out in the street...and are accosted by pesty, greasy, shoulder-shrugging immigrant pests: "Giff me MAH-nee. You hhhhave MAH-nee, do you not? So? So giff me some! What's it to you? I want a falafel sandwich! Come on, giff me, I don't haff all day!"

Isis: May 26th, Holland. Your chance to meet your Nigerian Rapist Friends

Woo hoo.

What could be nicer than to spend a fortune seeing an old goat braying with a cover band? While it's easy to find bad entertainment close by your home, and there's no shortage of awful singers, has-beens and "tribute" artists to play crap you generally don't even listen to from one year to the next, why not FLY TO HOLLAND for BOKO HARAM?

Yes, HOLLAND, the land of big fat red-faced thieves, perverts, bastards and drunks.

Hopefully members of ISIS will turn up, fully suited up, to really have a blast. After all, HOLLAND is one of their favorite areas to bully. They killed a descendant of Van Gogh and got away with it.

Why wouldn't they want to listen to the shouting of Grooker and his henchmen, who raped all those Nigerians? If they don't like the music they can always blow the bastards up, along with their senile, useless fans. No worry about reprisals, as the Dutch wouldn't dare do anything.

The country is now trembling. All the Dutch Douches can do is take drugs, snivel with whores, upload and download stolen music and movies, and sob, sob, sob that they aren't in Cal E. Fornia where there's actually a sun shining, and everything isn't as grim and gray as E.L. James' ass.

Here it is, as reported by that verbose schoolmarmish twit who runs the website: the holiday of a lifetime. The chance to meet with other old farts and listen to the same boring music presented ALMOST the same as its been presented for over 40 years. Just not as good. Not with talented original members on drums, guitar or organ.

Still awake?

Wasn't that a load of tedium? Everything is hot-linked to take you to other dithering pages to see more boring trivia. This guy suffers from ADD as well as NOID (Naggy Old Impotent Drag) syndrome. Talk about an ANAL webmaster who acts like he swallowed Strunk and White's Element of Style Guide to Being As Dry as an 18th Century Elementary School Textbook.

Can Rollo the Nuisance (he refers to himself in the third person, you noticed) present this event as any more complicated, dreary and boring?

Attention aging impotent Brits and Euro twits, aside from flying into horrible HOLLAND just to see deja vu all over again (but hoarser and less competent), the big draw is a "gathering" where you'll get loaded with a bunch of inane, gaseous loudmouths. It would be like being at a convention of tea cup designers, only most of these losers are accountants, lawyers, bankers, and the occasional "creative" person who, no kidding, has a portrait studio to take photos of accountants, lawyers and bankers. And he does wedding photography.

More, tell us more. PAY ATTENTION!

Now you know why this cover band and its goat-like Grooker have so few fans. This killjoy old hairy gay vagina who handles the social media, the website and the newsgroups has gradually turned off almost everyone over the years. Only the dimmest bulbs and the most clueless of old farts still sniff around the fetid bushes of Master Grooker's face and the schoolmarm's equally ugly and patchy-haired puss.

This thing sounds more like a convention of spoon collectors, or a meeting of the Society for The Preservation of Dust. Can you believe this event has anything to do with ROCK music?

Then again, Grooker is no longer that interested in ROCK music. He just wants to get drunk, find obscure venues where his stubborn insistence on old stale set lists will be granted, and rape and murder the occasional Nigerian who doesn't believe in Poor Mohamed.

Caitlyn Jenner, Media Whore Piss Stinker Ugly Gruesome Freak

Note to Broooose: I don't care where you pee. I don't care how you pee. Frankly, I'd be happy if you get uremic poisoning and can't pee and DIE.

YOU are just plain annoying. You're a media whore. And you are ugly and BORING. Why call attention to yourself when you are ugly and BORING and witless and just a goddamn nag? You ain't Christine Jorgensen. You're no pioneer. You're just an egomaniac moron.

And here you are, playing to some idiot who follows you around with a camcorder, posting your nonsense so that idiot tabloids can make it a headline.

Oooh, how brave, a famous tranny with a bodyguard and camcorder, uses a toilet in NEW YORK CITY. Like anyone's going to stop him? Especially when Trump himself said he/she could use any bathroom he wanted?

The point isn't what Jenner does, it's what creepy freaks do in obscure toilet facilities that aren't well guarded. It's bad enough that in some rowdy bars, a guy can slip into a ladies room, lock the door, and assault whoever is inside. But to have situations where you encourage guys to dress up in drag (thus, harder to identify even if surveillance cameras are working) and walk into a ladies room and wait for a likely victim? That's NUTS. (If you'll pardon the reference to what the "lady" has hanging between his legs).

IF I'M BEING HONEST, I don't think any woman using a bathroom should have to look up and see THIS monsterific parody of womanhood coming at her.

At least in this case, if it's Ms. Hoobastank in there, she can say, "Oooh, welcome Caitlyn, can I take a selfie with you? I'll give you $20." A win-win for all.

Transgender Intelligence at Oxford? Really? ALABAMA??

What a surprise. You expect intelligence out of Oxford in ENGLAND. Not the one in ALABAMA.

Sorry, Broooose and the rest of you idiots. They got it right.

If it wasn't involving queers, even the New York Post would agree this whole bathroom gender thing has been nothing more than a "KERFUFFLE."

Does it actually take a lot of brains to understand that guyyyyyssss who have pennnnissessssss do NOT belong in the ladies room? That includes the fabulous media whore Caitlyn Jenner.

Likewise, obnoxious dykes shouldn't be bashing their way into the mens room. These goddam toilets are bad enough without MORE creeps inhibiting the flow.

The important lines to remember involve enforcement, fer Chrissake. If some DUDE LOOKS LIKE A LADY is in the ladies room, you have to call a cop, the cop has to arrive in time, inspect the DUDE, and then write out a fine. Or whatever.

The law is, in essence, USELESS. Like most every law of this type (dog shit on the street, noisy party, nicking knickers from Victoria's Secret) it depends on BEING CAUGHT. It depends on a COP being around so that the guilty party doesn't just stop, or walk away, or keep doing it.

The law also allows for the dreaded "my stupid spawn has to go to the bathroom, and I'm afraid to allow him/her to do it alone." Yes, an adult of the wrong gender can accompany the brat of right gender. So stop pissin' about.

In essence, we have the status quo. We always did. Guys aren't going to go call the cops if a bitch bursts into the mens room and says "Sorry guys, the ladies room is full, you know how bitches take their time squatting..." and walks into a stall and slams the door.

Likewise if some drag queen saunters into the ladies room doing his ridiculous parody of femininity, most women realize he's not there to expose himself or commit rape, but just be "one of the girls," prancing into a stall. If he gets a thrill out of it, he keeps it to himself.

Don't blame this on rednecks. Lord knows, they are an obnoxious racist sexist bunch, but in this case, they have a point. They want it on the books that technically and legally, it's "go to the room that you are legally affiliated with," that's all. Now stopping giving a shit over who gives a shit and where.

Isis: "It's Too Expensive to Kill Zuckerberg!"

According to e-mails obtained by the mysterious Deathknell, ISIS has tried to target "that annoying Jew with the Jap wife." No, not Woody Allen. It's the creep who owns Facebook.

Here's just one exchange between two high-ranking officials, HABIB and HUMMUS:

HABIB:

"Lol on those beheading fotos. Real kewl! Back to Zuckerberg. Surely he hires Muslims. Jews like to show how liberal they are. Can't we get an employee to wear dynamite and meet with him?"

HUMMUS

"U R 2 much, Dude. Facebook employees wear expensive J. Crew mail order clothes. No room for bulky dynamite. The guy doesn't see ordinary employees, either, just whiz kids with new ideas to annoy anyone with an FB account. Like, more ads, spam from Ray-Ban idiots, and blocking anyone who says "Game of Thrones" is shit."

And so it goes. The monsters who create hideous Internet giants like Google, Facebook, Ebay and Amazon are WELL protected!

Shauna Cuntwell: "I'm Writing a Movie Theme Song!"

"Guyyyyssss, great news! My crazy manager Bill Hoobastank has come through for me! He's working on an exploitation film, and I'm going to write the theme song!

"It's all about T-Girl Grooker. It's the dirty story of a dirty man, and his bandmates don't seem to understand. Well, neither do I. But isn't this exciting???"

"THE BALLAD OF T-GIRL GROOKER"

He skipped in high-heeled fashions, did blowjobs on the floor.
He ate cum till he was seasick, but the tricks called out for more.
So he kept on humming harder, in his silly fucking hat.
Then he met a guy named Hoobastank, and he was into scat!

(CHORUS)

So it was that later, with a big shit-eating grin
When his dick could get no harder. He wore a yellow banana skin.

"How do you like it so far, guyyyysss? There are going to be soooo many stanzas! Grooker's led quite a life. We follow him into his advanced old age, when he owns a drug cartel, supervises several Ladyboy whore houses in Thailand, and with the help of his webmaster, holds drunken parties!"

(Last stanza...

"THE BALLAD OF T-GIRL GROOKER")

He hoarded lots of money, for his gowns and fancy dress.
Underneath he wore some nappies, 'cause he was such a hot mess.
He lived in a big mansion. Band mates gave his arse a lick.
"He's a cunt," was what they whispered, "but a cunt who is a prick."

(CHORUS)

So it was that later, while he wore his dress of pink
That a shitload in his nappy made a browner shade of stink.

Labour Party Anti-Semite Ken Livingstone? Muslims Would've Blown His Head Off

How nice to see that "sensitivity" over religious issues isn't confined to cringing over any possibility of offending MUSLIMS.

Their semitic opposites, the Jews, are getting some protection, too. That evens it out, doesn't it?

Probably not. It's quite likely that the Labour Party scandal (which has actually been reported in America) has less to do with Jews than with attempts by the opposition to discredit it. Anti-Semitism is just a handy device at the moment.

WHAT WHAT?

The Labour Party says it's all Beyond Our Ken? You can't say crackpot things about the Jews now?

No, it can't be because Jews would send suicide bombers out to blow shit up. Not at all.

So, then, is it simply because some in the Labour Party want to use anti-Semitism as a way of ethnic cleansing? Get rid of the anti-Semites and lets have a better Labour Party?

Does Ken not realize that anti-Semitism is not a kerfuffle, and that if he dared say a cross word about Muslims he'd have a stick of dynamite shoved up his ass?

It seems some in the Labour Party want to oust the ones they think are fucking it up. And somehow, how some of them view Jews is the best way to do it. Hmm.

At least the feeble Jewish minority in England can be comforted that somebody cares. But probably not enough to prevent a synagogue from being blown up with "We Love You Ken" posted on Twitter afterward.

The irony of course is that there's not much difference between psycho Muslims and psycho Orthodox Jews. Both believe women should be clothed from head to toe. Both believe insanely in bizarre and pointless rituals. Both refuse to eat certain foods for archaic reasons. The big difference is that there are billions of Muslims and thousands of violent ones anxious for Jihad and suicide bombing and obliterating everyone on the planet who isn't Muslim.

The Orthodox Jews? There are only thousands of them. They aren't violent. They are near-sighted. They don't want to obliterate anyone, they want to SELL to them.

Back to the story, which amazingly, got attention in America (because there are Jews in America, not because anyone cares about the Labour Party or British politics in general. Today's BIG story was on the 5th Anniversary of William and Kate, with photos looking back over these past years of glory).

So, the party that is supposedly moderate and nice, turns out to have anti-Semites galore.

Some Muzzie who wants to be mayor, is pretending to be appalled by all this? How very fortunate for him.

Meanwhile Ken insists he's just a student of history, thinks Hitler actually was nice to Jews, and that the big problem is (listen carefully, Roger Waters) the ISRAELI lobby?

WHAT lobby? What the fuck are you talking about Ken? 35 years of "putting up with" Jews telling YOU what to do? Can you clarify that? I really don't get it, because Israel's ally is America. America is where the most Jews are (aside from Israel), and I doubt seriously that they look to Great Britain for a lot of help. Great Britain is LOADED WITH MUSLIMS AND MOSQUES.

Israel is also pretty hard-headed and obnoxious, and they'll do as they damn well please. So they hardly need to "lobby" to get the powerless Labour Party to help them get their way. That's why Obama isn't so thrilled with Israel's leadership. He wants them to at least stop encroaching on land they don't really own, and they won't listen. It's not about lobbying, either. It's simply about Israel being the only semi-sane country in the Middle East, and they're actually pretty easy-going about that. They don't make a lot of demands and haven't outright destroyed the Palestinians. They could. After all, America is not going to turn their backs on Israel and let that nation be blown up, along with its historic Jesus sites. Not when it leaves the Middle East entirely in the hands of crazy fucking Muslims.

Anyway...it's sort of amusing to see anti-Semitism being used to try and bring down a potential Muslim mayor of London?

IF I'M BEING HONEST, Jews are not flocking to England the way Muslims are. Jews are not welcome in England. Israel is not popular in England. Anti-semites like Roger Waters and Peter Gabriel have been able to run their mouths in England. The great Bono hasn't said one word about Jews or Israel in his life.

It may be convenient to start whining that some geezer named Ken is a bigot, but shouldn't we see through this, as an attack on KEN and not bigotry?

To quote an old, old Tom Lehrer song, "The white folks hate the black folks, the black folks hate the white folks...and EVERYBODY HATES THE JEWS!"

A Dutch Douche Makes a "Centipede" Film and the Kiddies Get to See It

People whine about pedophiles like Jared Fogle hiring teen whores, or a swimming pool in Grimsby being a place where pervs can watch little near-nudies frolic. Yet, people let children become more and more corrupted.

"Game of Toilets" is a prime example. Pre-teens are watching sadistic "nude shaming" scenes, and there's constant nudity mixed in with the usual idiotic sci-fi garbage, but as long as it's not in the real world (like Jared, or the swimming pool) it's not a threat? Really?

Kids can get hardcore porn on their computers, and that it's turning them into heartless pervs and selfish hedonistic idiots. It's only when the porn turns up in a school that anyone gets upset?

Well thanks, Tennessee. You bunch of illiterate redneck morons. You're upset because kids are seeing in a schoolroom what they probably see all night long on their laptops.

Yes, this IS upsetting and there's no excuse for it. It's just that you all should be more concerned with the wide range of pedophilia and perversion out there. But this is a start.

School kids are watching insane movies when they should be LEARNING.

Too bad NOBODY knows who chose the film or why.

How is THAT possible? Wasn't there a teacher supervising the class and taking responsibility? So far, nobody has a clue on how come kids are watching a sicko movie.

Funny, nobody is pointing out that school teachers should be monitoring what the kids see. Same way, PARENTS should know if their teenagers are hookers. Don't just blame Jared. Blame the parents who don't care if their kids are in school or sucking his dick. Don't blame a building in Grimsby that has a picture window that lets light in; blame parents who aren't alert enough to monitor of somebody is wearing a long coat and jerking off.

PART TWO OF THE OUTRAGE HERE:

This report is HUGE PUBLICITY for the film! They didn't have to show a scene from it, did they?

I never heard of this movie. I trust that as out of touch as I might be about every character in "Game of Toilets," and every hip-hop nigga, I'm not THAT fossilized that I never heard of "notorious" movies. Not that I've watched 'em. I've heard of 'em (like those "Faces of Death" things) and chose not to watch. But to NOT even know what's now out there that idiots find entertaining? THAT is scarier than the film.

Who is the perp here? A Dutch Douche. It's that gentle country of tulips...that is now loaded with porn, whores, drugs, Muslims, Internet pirates stealing every music album ever made, murderous Van Der Sloots, and sicko psychos making worthless stupid films. This Dutch Douche has the nerve to laugh off what happened and say that it's a great film for the kiddies. Well, sure, just like the average Dutch Douche laughs off every anti-social thing he does, from stealing to outright murder.

Ethnic Diversity is...Chicks with Dicks Beating Up Pricks

Is this such a surprise? Of course not.

IF I'M BEING HONEST, almost any minority that becomes big enough will BULLY, play favorites, and NOT care about "diversity." A minority that gets power will become exclusionary and obnoxious. It's human nature.

Here we have those oh-so-sad "she male" people. Lordy, they need special laws so they can use any bathroom they want. Oooh Caitlyn the Proud and the Brave. Nothing sadder than any kind of tranny showing up on TV with a blood nose and his wig on crooked, whining, "I was just mincing down the street at 3 in the morning and some brute hit me." What happens when there's more than a few?

In gay areas of town, drag queens will gather to hoot, squeal, mince around and be as obnoxious as any other group, whether it's teens, blacks, Puerto Ricans or dykes. If they think there's enough of them to push everyone else around, they'll push. So a bunch of trannies might enter a Burger King or even a trendy restaurant and suddenly become the centers of attention by deliberately being loud. Because they CAN. They are the majority at the moment.

Across the sea: a majority of T-girl hookers are terrorizing Thailand. (Sounds like a great title for an exploitation film).

What's it all mean? Aside from "Hans, be careful what you wish for when you take your vacation in Thailand?"

It's just another out of control minority taking advantage of their power.

It's what makes the world go round. Or rather, go nuts. In most countries, certain minorities have overpopulated like rabbits, and the result is FEAR. Other minorities don't have to overpopulate, do they? All they need or two or three ready to blow up an airport. The result is FEAR.

Most any American should tell you that immigration and diversity is great. It made America what it is. Along with derision and laughter and, yes, oppression at times, America welcomed the Irish, the Italians, the Jews, etc. The key? Everyone assimilated. If there was an Irish tenement, so, it was a tenement. It wasn't a ghetto. Stray bullets weren't flying. No minority thought they were better than the other, really, or were treated worse than another. Everyone struggled, found a niche, and helped make the country great.

Not the case now. Immigrants come in out of greed. They see weakness they can exploit. Too many are just plain selfish and savage.

Why? Well, one reason is they've become self-entitled and coddled. Every country seems determined to show how much they LOVE diversity, including making sure every news broadcast has a black, a white, an Asian, an obvious gay, and maybe a Paki or some other weirdo. Laws make sure that aside from ethnic restaurants, everyone must hire a DIVERSE bunch, even if they all hate each other and conflict over everything.

Just for fun, add ageism. In America, Millennials are now the MAJORITY. There are over 75 million of these self-centered scumbags, most of them uneducated, brought up on porn, convinced copyright is copywrong, and unable to do even the basics, like speak. Hey, how about learning how to SPEAK without saying "Dude" every other word, or having an irritatingly loud nasal voice, and saying "Whatever" if you're asked to do something for others?

So now, aside from tourists likely to be blown to bits by Muslim idiots, in Thailand and other sicko places in the Far East loaded with goofy little gimlet-eyed freaks, it's possible to be attacked by a swarm of Ladyboys!

"Gosh, we know there's a problem," the cops say, "but...er...uh..." They can't arrest 'em because that would be sexism. They can't watch them because that's harassment. They can't use undercover cops to walk in and be targets because that's entrapment. So ain't that a dick in the ass? Or a punch in the face? It's just another minority big enough to make up their own rules and intimidate society.

Ethnic diversity is SO wonderful these days. White women flock to strong nasty men — Muslims — who put them into burqas and make 'em slaves. Is that so surprising? These are the same fat chalk-faced bints who made E.L. James a millionaire with her masochism books. Life is so difficult in the 21st Century it's made women fear being independent. They see one or two trying, like Hillary Clinton, and they see the abuse and hate it gets 'em. So be passive, it's safer. Have some psycho male tell you what to do, like all those Rednecks who beat up their wives. Misogyny isn't confined to Muslims.

But don't try it with a chick with a dick! She'll get her gang and beat the crap out of you. Even you, Habib.

Game of Toilets - just porn shit for nerds and tweens

At least it's official now.

Pudgy George R.R. Martin's ridiculous nonsense hinges on topless women being paraded for idiots to gawk at. You'd think in this porn-saturated world it wouldn't be so. But it IS. Because even now, people can't be honest and watch porn. They have to pretend it's something else. So it's "Maxim" magazine and "Game of Toilets" and whatever Viley Virus and other pop tarts want to parade on GooTube.

There should be a special well-placed kick in the ass for these softcore obese jackasses like George R.R. Martin and his fat twat pal E.L. James, and all the other hacks who spice up their inept writing with even more banal "erotica."

Who likes this shit? Retarded bitches and dimwit losers, and when they get together, they spawn bints and chavs. The 21st Century is loaded with low-class clods who not only pour Coca-Cola like it's vintage wine, but have lost all interest in "The Joy of Sex" and its subtlety, foreplay and execution of exquisite and memorable delights. Instead there's this tedious mindless garbage...love as bawled in an Adele song, turn-ons as lame as an "I see yer titties" Kim Kardashian photo, and erotica as dumbed down as a page out of E.L. James' toilet paper novels.

That people calmly admit that 14 year-olds are watching "Game of Thrones" and that actual adults go on Farcebook to say "Wooo hoo, the new season just started" only confirms we are DOOMED.

Jew Mean, Israel Actually WON a round in BRITISH politics??

America's interest in British politics tends to be quirky. There have been quotes from prominent people insisting that England should stay in the EU, and pointing out "expert" testimony that the economy will crumble if they leave.

There have been reports on the fabulous Puke and Duchess and their brats and their travels. But there has been no interest in the antics of the Labour Party or the Tories, or whatever happened to get a bunch of people trampled at a football game nearly three decades ago.

BUT, in pandering to the literate Jews, who do tend to read a lot, there's been coverage of the odd case of a Muslim who made a moderately obnoxious remark BEFORE she became a member of Parliament...and has now been suspended for it. As most any Jew would say: "Go figure!"

WTF is going on with THIS?

Pretty surprising. Jews tend to consider England a mildly anti-Semitic country. It's the land of Shylock and Fagin, after all.

I doubt Jews or Israel supporters (which include Christians) would know if any particular political party in England is more or less anti-Semitic than the other.

They all know that the fuckhead who gave up his throne to marry some American bitch was a Nazi. The Chee-Chee twins, Chamberlain and Churchill didn't do much to help the German Jews, did they? But on the other hand, there's Disraeli.

So what can be made of THIS? We all know that if it was the reverse, and somebody made any kind of remark about Muslims that was negative, that person would probably get much worse than a "suspension." But to actually take ANY action over a remark critical of Israel (as opposed to Jews)? Very strange.

IF I'M BEING HONEST, all the bitch did was go back, unknowingly, to an old Will Rogers joke. Rogers joked that peace could be achieved if warring countries were simply separated. "The Irish and the English," he drawled. "Get the English away from there! Move them somewhere else! But don't say where, or the Irish will come and get them!"

It's very nice that she's apologized, but that always seems like a set-up. You might as well add, "I was forced to say it, but I don't believe it." It's very nice she was "suspended," even though you might argue that since being elected, she wasn't one of the maniacs demanding a boycott of Israel, and hadn't repeated the loose remarks she made before attaining a position of responsibility.

But there IS the question of harshly enforcing political correctness of any type. People should be free to say what's on their minds, and get the matter into the open. Let's not bury our hostilities, and not even allow humor as a safety valve. Within reason, (sans name-calling and jihad threats) point out our fears and frustrations. Take Roger Waters (please). Better he speaks out than silently funnels money to Hamas or something (you don't do THAT, do you, Wall-rus?)

When he says stupid things about Israel, and calls for a boycott, the opposition (known as SANE PEOPLE) can point out that Palestine is just as bad, if not worse. And that sanctioning innocent people (usually 30% or more of any country didn't vote for the people ruling it) is wrong.

Better that people say things out in the open than in secret private forums, where like-minded maniacs can escalate the scapegoating into violence.

Saying stupid things about Israel might also make Israel realize that they shouldn't do obnoxiously pushy and kikey things like take over extra territory for settlers because they decided they needed more room for their annoying spawn.

Bottom line, if people can't say anything about Muslims, then they should shut the fuck up about Jews, too. But I think it's better NOT to shut up, if what's being said is intended to be constructive and instructive. A prime example of this is ethnic humor. Should Chico Marx NOT have spoken in his ridiculous Italian dialect? Dialect comedians effectively shamed people into learning to speak properly. It's no different than Joan Rivers' fat jokes making Elizabeth Taylor angry and shamed enough to go on a fucking diet.

Sometimes making fun of people is a GOOD thing. Sometimes pointing out how offended one is by another's sanctimonious religious intolerance can help turn an Orthodox asshole into a Reformed one. Sometimes. Imagine.

"Keep Up the Good Work" - if you can get it. no matter how pathetic.

Jeez, here's a new low in fanboy lameness.

Here's a guy posting about a D-lister, adding the D-lister's name, hoping the D-lister will notice him.

For those out of town, what would be the equivalent?

Rich Romaine Lettuce - with ANNE ROBINSON

Anne, I greatly enjoy crossword puzzles. I saw you sitting in a limo reading The Times. In case you did the crossword, I hope you finished it! Your well-wisher always!

OR

Rich Romaine Lettuce - with Judy Densh

I've greatly enjoyed your films. I am glad to hear you will be performing in the Shake Spear festival. Please pick out a good spear, and do your best. Keep up the great work!

OR

Rich Romaine Lettuce - with Lala Brooks

I greatly enjoy singing Negresses. For you to be playing the Minehead Resort as all of the Crystals shows talent. Keep up the good work!

OR

FUCK OFF, TOADY!

What's with these idiot nobodies, thinking that a compliment from them means anything?

They really have a warped sense of superiority. Seriously. It comes from D-listers enabling them by squatting down to pick up fiverrs and twenties at memorabilia shows, and stooping to being on Farcebook. When you're that desperate, even nerds feel sorry for you.

Poor Eubanks. What a fucking embarrassment.

For those out of town, who only know of Eubanks the boxer, THIS guy was a quiz show host. He had a smirky sense of fun, which was most evident on "The Newleywed Game," where he'd goad stupid couples into revealing embarrassing secrets about themselves. Bob was also a DJ and had a connection to The Beatles when they first toured California. But THIS fuckhead putz on Farcebook is impressed that this 70-something managed to land a local TV commercial? For the OXNARD AUTO CENTER?

Yes, it's as pathetic as its fucking OXNARD name. California is loaded with car dealers who throw dull ads on local TV channels. These clueless farts usually have some announcer make a boring spiel about how it's a big auto center, while a horrible girl group sings "OXNARD AUTO CENTER" over and over. I guess it might be campy enough that people go to YouTube and laugh at it. One commercial's had over 50,000 hits. But nope, Eubanks' spot isn't up there. Yet. But since it was "greatly enjoyed" by one pompous head-up-his-ass douchebag dimwit, maybe somebody will hoist it. Then this idiot can put up a link:

"I've enjoyed your Oxnard ad, and here is the link, in case you haven't seen the finished product. Keep up the great work." Because, Lord knows, if some shit-for-brains condescends to give a compliment, you can take THAT to the bank.

PS, Bill Spencer, your "like" of this posting makes you some kind of donkey turd. Somebody should take a shovel, dig a hole, and put you in and cover you over.

Hoobastank Wannabe's

Some guys are just starting out in spending their lives waiting for the semi-annual New Jersey has-been show, wasting money, and making gruesome faces while posing with D-listers.

BUT...they could one day rival the legendary Bill Hoobastank!

Here's a typical greasy New Jersey moron with a bad haircut. He feverishly grins into the camera, happy to meet with creepy Rob Schneider, who made so many low class unfunny garbage comedy movies that his career finally screeched to a halt. A big pal of irritating Adam Sandler, he began his career playing obnoxious little assholes on "Saturday Night Live." Now he's doing the "point at THIS guy" pose with total jerks.

I forgot what this fanboy jerk's name is. I'll call him Joey, because most every wop jackass in New Jersey is named Joey. Joey, you are off to a fine start, but don't let your Mom keep using those disposable box cameras from Wal-mart. Get a fucking digital camera so the pictures won't turn out like SHIT.

Next?

DISQUALIFIED is THIS ASSHOLE. I couldn't tell if he's a delusional fan boy or a D-lister.

Never heard of this schmuck, of course.

"Authors" usually don't do well at these events, because New Jersey slobs have trouble reading, since they walk dragging their knuckles on the floor.

What kind of "author" could this clown be? He can't even write an interesting paragraph. He couldn't afford to be in a room with any D-lister with a fan base. Sensing defeat, he half-heartedly asks that people drop by his table. He'll have BOTH of his (what, self-published?) books for sale.

You can always tell a nobody by the inflated credits. These clods are never just an "author" or a "singer" it's always, "he's a writer, producer, actor, cartoonist, carpenter, pubic hair stylist..." on and on.

His "bio" starts tedious and goes nowhere, Calling him:

"an American music historian, radio personality, talk show host, and author, best known as the host of several hard rock and heavy metal-themed radio and television shows. He was born on August 8, 1964, in Summit, New Jersey, United States (US). He grew up in Madison, New Jersey, where he attended Madison High School. He became a fan of Kiss, Raspberries, and other bands including Aerosmith, Rush, UFO and Black Sabbath. During high school, he began to write reviews of records for school credit and soon found his passion in music..." Blah and BLAH.

And now? He has his own self-glorifying website, and he wanders around memorabilia shows interviewing has-beens for his website. Oooh, he talked to Ace Frehley. He talked to Carmine Appice. WOWIE.

I don't think the event was a success for him. He didn't post any pix afterward, of him signing autographs for happy fans, or clutching the bony shoulder of Terry Moore.

So we turn all the cards over and go right to the most Hoobastanky of the newcomers!

The up-and-coming fanboy to watch, and most definitely uglier than even Bill, is Vic the Ick.

Congrats, ICK!

He loves to take "wild and crazy" photos of himself and New Jersey jerks he knows.

At the CHILLER show, he discovered that for $20 he could stand next to a woman not quite so smelly and nauseating as the ones he usually hangs with. Here, somewhat sober, sporting fresh dentures, clean hair, and wearing a modest shirt since she removed her implants and had multiple-surgeries to correct all the damage, is perennial laughingstock, bimbo Tara Reid.

Right, and this pig-faced cretin with his tattoos and his oh-so-cool sunglasses hanging off his shirt, can fantasize that he did more than give her a twenty while she held her breath.

Who else did icky Vic rub up against? He wasn't too particular, was he. Any idea who the aging dimwit is? He's got a thumb up, as if posing with our boy with the Roast Pork face is a real delight. Is he a Google CEO? Is he the author of a bad sci-fi series? Was he a member of Gary Lewis and the Playboys years ago? Could this boring looking spud be an actor of some kind?

Why it's Dennis Haskins. (WHO?) A member of the cast of "Saved By The Bell." (WHAT?)

Keep it up Vic, and you might have our Bill worried enough to pose with even more idiots next time. He might even pay $20 to pose with YOU!

Validate Your Dull Life: Open a FARCEBOOK Account

Lacking self-worth? Feeling you're a moron? Just open a FARCEBOOK account.

In no time at all, you'll friend and be friended by hundreds, if not thousands of utter LOSERS.

They'll have all the time in the world to cheerlead your stupidity, pat you on the back for doing nothing, and validate any moronic time-wasting thing you've posted.

That certainly includes your fat ugly blob of a body and retarded face alongside some decrepit "celebrity" nobody ever heard of.

Of course, if you're a true bottom-feeder like Bill Hoobastank, maybe you'll only get THREE idiots to tell you how "Kool" you are, but that can be enough to keep going. Compare it to ugly fat-faced Amy on GooTube, who keeps right on reading "Pride and Prejudice" to an audience of ONE.

Compare it to the Lord of the Shit Stains, who goes along to his boot sales, doing as he damn well pleases, content in his utter mediocrity and that a handful of inbred assholes care about Matt Munro as much as he does?

THREE idiots bothered to look at Hoobastank's pathetic "look at me, I paid to have my photo with a nobody" photos.

One moron was impressed that Bill wandered by some D-lister named Kim, DIDN'T pay for a photo op, but snapped a photo of her? WOW. Bill, you were "hangin'" with somebody 99% of America never heard of. Kim WHO? Some twat on "Sons of Anarchy," one of the ten thousand banal, pointless, tedious, badly acted CABLE shows in the world? One that you can't get $5 if you try and sell the DVD set on eBAY?

This moron came back to alert Bill that he should definitely stream "Sons of Anarchy." Zzzzz. Bill only wants to re-run "2001 another 2000 times." If he didn't even want to pose with Kim (too young for him; and she's on a show that didn't go off the air at least 30 yeas ago) why would he want to watch her stupid show?

Who else? He managed only TWO other twits willing to bother encouraging him. Oh yeah, Bill, you are "AWESOME" and "KOOOOOOL." Compared to what, a dead skunk in the middle of the road?

But that's the point. While most of us realists and cynics suffer along, not at all interested in being the big fish in a toilet bowl and getting "nice comments" from retards, a lot of brain-dead fools and pathetic has-beens DO seem to get off on this obvious "you say something NICE about me, and I'll say something NICE about you" foolishness.

I'd like to think that alone in his bed, and his fucking photos unviewable in the dark, Bill weeps a tear for his wasted life and his many failures. That he understands that standing next to Terry Moore for 10 seconds is nothing to grin and be proud of.

Speaking of Terry and her ill ilg, I happened to glance at the Farcebook page on a few D-list actresses. One of them posted a 'look at me, somebody wrote me up' article in an obscure fanzine. She got a dutiful 50 or more idiots to congratulate her. Another, posting a few pictures of herself at the Chiller memorabilia show, got a handful of fanboys (if you can call dullards over 60 BOYSSSSSS) howling, "Great pix!" "You look wonderful!" "You are the Queen of Hollywood" "We love you!" and other bits of bullshit.

Like Gloria Swanson in "Sunset Boulevard" or Victor Mature in "After the Fox," you wonder how delusional these D-listers really are. Do they know this is empty flattery, and that these same idiots are "friends" with two dozen other out-of-work old sluts? Do they know that a few are willing to say anything in order to get a "thanks for the kind words" back? As in: "she noticed me! She noticed me!"

This is so low on the food chain that it's not even food, it's cardboard. Not even cardboard, just a cyber blip. It's one thing to do a blog that mentions famous people, and have a few of them actually leave a comment. It means they appreciate your creativity and acumen. But to be a Farcebook fanboy and keep screaming "You are so awesome" hoping the star will nominally "like" what you wrote? Beyond pathetic.

Actresses should know that these fan boysssss mght include predators just waiting to come to a memorabilia show and try and weasel somethign in person:

"Hi, I'm Hoobastank! You might remember the six thousand posts I've made on Farcebook pledging my undying love for you!" "Oh, why yes, nice to meet you in person." "Maybe after the show we can have dinner? I'm buying. I'll take you to any fancy restaurant within 60 miles of here!" "We're in New Jersey, there ARE no fancy restaurants within 60 miles of here. I'll be eating in the hotel restaurant with the staff guy who helped set up my table for me. But thank you anyway." "Oh, well maybe I'll see you in the hotel restaurant."

Yeah, and maybe he'll see you when he finds out your room number, drills the peephole out of the door, tricks it up ala Erin Andrews, and records you getting undressed.

It really is just fucking SAD how desperate these idiots are with their FARCEBOOK and TWATTERING and GOOTUBE nonsense. "Watch me open a package I got from Amazon!" "Tell me something about this record I bought that I know nothing about." "Come on guyyyysss, make me a star even if I sing like a mouse fart." "Please ogle photos of myself from 40 years ago that I am posting just to remind everyone I'm still alive and need attention." "I gave an orange to an old man you'd think might be my grand-uncle or something, because he doesn't even LOOK like an actor. Here's a photo of him holding the orange while I blink and grin like the imbecile I am."

No wonder Mother Nature is going berserk with climate change. She wants humans OFF the planet. NOW!

Randy California Lawyer: "We'll Settle for a Dollar!" Ha ha ho ho hee hee

What a cute headline in today's paper: "LED ZEP LAWSUIT CAN BE SETTLED FOR $1."

What? Is this like a sale at McDonalds? $1 for a crappy hamburger full of fat?

Just about. Lawyers are always tricky.

The lawyer for the dead idiot who changed his name to Randy Cal E. Fornia wants to grab the PeePee (Plant and Page) and squeeze ever so gently, and just for charity, and...what's HIS fucking percentage of all this?

While SOME cases are about a whiter shade of credit, since the money trickling in after a win is weighted against all the money LOST to the lawyers, THIS one is clearly about a greener shade for the lawyer's wallet.

Randy California, after all, is long dead.

Supposedly there's a "trust fund" and all of the dear fellow's royalties go to (let's all sigh like we just saw a puppy) underprivileged brats getting musical instruments.

Lovely. If you're a middle class kid and you want piano lessons, or a few hundred bucks for a trumpet, FUCK OFF. Who cares if you'll be another McCartney.

If you're some wetback immigrant you get whatever you want, so you can foist irritating Latino noise on the world or obnoxious HIP HOP. You might become the next BEE-YON-SAYYYYY, who becomes "BEY," the world's most drooled-over woman, who turns around and creates Black Panther back-up dancers at the Super Bowl. In some fucking movie-length video for her stupid new album, she once again bashes white people, incites Niggas to be violent, and shows pictures of two retarded mamas of dead black kids. That includes the mama of Trayyyyvon. Right mamas, you let your black bastards (neither has the same last name as the kid) run wild instead of being home, and when they punk out and challenge the cops and get shot, it's the fault of WHTIEY.

All this racist shit of late, upset poor Piers Morgan. So while the entire world gasped over who she was screaming at as being the woman cheating with her husband, Piers focused on the more disturbing aspects of her new album: all the anti-White rhetoric.

I digress:

Piers wrote a piece in the FAIL, simply stating he was disappointed in BEY's new album. While he LOVES her, has interviewed her many times, FAWNS over her, actually LIKES her horrible music (which is, what, that different from Rihanna?) he said he was "uncomfortable" with her new, angry political direction.

Indeed. What's this bitch got to be angry about? It seems like her fabulous dopey-hat-wearing Jay-Z has been cheating on her. This has made her hate the world, and focus on hating the WHITE world.

The blacklash on Morgan has been tremendous. He's been called a racist, and the usual names (prig, idiot, fop) but what I noticed on Farcebook were all the Niggas who were literally wishing somebody would kill him. Many were screaming "Beyonce's music isn't for white people," and basically acting as insane as Muslims. All because Morgan very politely and with all too much reverence for this no-talent bitch, said he was "uncomfortable" with the "political" BEY and liked her better when she was doing her grooves.

Which is like him saying he liked Jihadi John better when he was a polite hummus-face in England, and not beheading people in Syria.

Every ethnic group is racist, every minority is nasty, and the honest truth is that whoever has the power abuses it. It's naive to think that if GAYS were in power, or BLACKS, or certainly MUSLIMS, white people would be treated well. They would NOT. Because the whites wouldn't be rioting and screaming.

Take the Native Americans. They have not been treated fairly at all, but fuck 'em, they aren't rioting. Most sit on their reservations being depressed and unorganized. A few corrupt ones are Token Indians for corrupt casino owners. But they aren't violent or over-populating so they get nothing.

Minorities who are now being placated only want MORE.

So the Muzzies would say, "Jihadi John finally came out, and we thank him for beheading white people." And the gays say "Caitlyn is a heroine, let's give her a TV show and awards," and Black Brits say "Lenny Henry is a genius, let's keep pushing his garbage," and BEY fans show their ugly teeth and actually say "BEY isn't for WHITES." Some black woman actually posted a MEME of herself with the angry caption to Piers Morgan: "SUCK MY BALLS!" As if she has any. But that's how crazy minorities of any kind get when they are pandered to and given power. Grateful? Hell no.

Back to the putzes, P & P:

Your move, Putzes. I'd say keep fighting. You'll probably lose, but settling only makes you look like wimps. Keep insisting that the magic notes have been around forever, and you guys, notorious thieves, just plucked them out at random. At worst, like George Harrison (who ALSO lost), you can claim you saw they were similar to an earlier song, but figured, "FUCK OFF, we're geniuses and this is not even subconscious plagiarism. We won't even alter a note or two like Neil Innes might've done with The Rutles."

Cal E. Fornia's lawyer smells all that money coming in, all that hooker pussy he'll get, all the cocaine he'll snort. And whoever "manages" the trust fund will happily be taking a huge percentage of the money while "managing" the estate and how many wood blocks and drums and flamenco guitars go to the poor little kiddies overpopulating California. Maybe a few will grow up to be like BEY...and turn on the whites who supported them and go radical. Why not, going radical is what the Muslims are doing all over the world. And there's certainly NO HARM IN THAT!