Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Superstar Caitlyn Jenner Gets away with MURDER - or, MANSLAUGHTER

Woo hoo! She goes FREEEEE

And "WE LIKE FREE."

Hooray for Freedom of Speech. Or whatever you want to call it. Freedom of celebrities to do as they please?

Bruce Jenner is a role model for NOT being a good father, for NOT supervising his psycho brats as they slut around the world, NOT being a good husband, and NOT really doing much of anything for 30 years.

He's a role model for being a narcissistic media whore. While hundreds of men have had sex changes, leave it to "CAITLYN" to end up with a reality show, the cover of Vanity Fair, and the awe and wonder of the world at "her heroism." Yeah? Most gender benders have the courage to go all the way. This cunt still has a dick.

Yet Brucie and his Kardashians and Jenners live by a whole different set of rules. Be naked in public. Be slobs and sluts. Tell the world "LOOK AT US" and everybody does. What a charmed life. Be ugly, stupid and moronic and the world can't get enough.

ANYONE ELSE would be in jail now. There is no excuse for bashing into the car in front of you. NONE.

You are supposed to drive at a safe distance. You're supposed to be able to stop in time, even if the person in front stops short.

No question about it, Bruce Jenner (as he was called at the time) was not driving safetly, or paying attention. This wasn't a case of a kid darting out of nowhere into his path, or a car speeding in front of him. It was fairly normal traffic and to hit another vehicle hard enough to cause DEATH is manslaughter. Or negligence. It's SOMETHING. Instead, it's nothing.

So Caitlyn Jenner joins the company of O.J. Simpson, Robert Blake and other celebrities who skated because they were famous. (Simpson is in jail not for murder, but for barging into a hotel room and trying to commit a theft.). Caitlyn and the rest of the disgusting family of grotesques have once again confirmed that ENTITLEMENT trumps JUSTICE.

Hey, DAILY FAIL, Life's a BITCH

How quaint.

Most every movie has cursing in it. Most every cable show has cursing in it.

Walk around and some monkey will have a vulgar t-shirt on. You can hear "rap" songs loaded with curses.

And yet the London Daily Mail, a bunch of inane fucked-up pussy fags and shrill dyke shit-heads, censors a word that was even a Rolling Stones song title?

What the FUCK is wrong with "BITCH?"

It's always been in the dictionary. A bitch is a female dog. SO?

A few obnoxious cunts out there think it's wrong to call anyone a BITCH? Twats use it themselves, more often than niggers use nigga or niggas use nigger.

Eavedrop any hen conversation and somebody is bound to snigger (or snigga) about some absent woman and say, "She's such a bitch!" Or "She was bitching at me again."

It's beyond ludicrous when the London Daily Fail shows a photo with BITCH plainly visible, and then censors the word in the text above.

That's some fucked-up shit.

IDLE Thoughts

Cheeses Christ, get over it, Eric.

I wonder how many will re-tweet or make a witty comment on this. I guess if you write "Who Cares" or "The cheese shop is probably run by people who never heard of you," you'd get blocked.

Yes, Eric Idle and John Cleese are on some kind of tour, starting in a few days. Cleese frankly said the show "is not very good," and chuckled that it was starting up in Sarasota, FL so that, if it truly sucked, nobody would even know. Changes could be made. Or the whole thing abandoned? John joked (truthfully) that the main reason to bring Idle on tour with him was that Idle can sing songs. That would break up the monotony of a Cleese solo show, and at his age, why should Cleese work THAT hard?

Cleese isn't all that amused with Python fans who come up to him and quote lines that he's either long-forgotten or wishes he never said. Idle? Apparently not. His Life is Python. He did a sketch in a cheese shop; so he'll go into cheese shops and hope to be recognized and lauded. CHEESY.

TWATTER is less and less about any kind of useful information, or quotable wit, and just preening and promotion. It's for egomaniacs and pretenders. The fucking website should be called I ME MINE.

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

AMAZON, Blurring the Lines between Communism and Capitalism

"Make extra money! Fuck the Post Office, Fuck United Parcel, Fuck Fed Express! Got a car? WE PAY YOU TO DELIVER SHIT!"

Yes, Bozo Bezos, who had such great ideas like Kindle, the Book Killer, now wants to Mussolini the delivery companies. And why should anyone be upset? SCABS are GOOD! Prices are LOWER! Forget that the saps in uniform will suffer, and that the already debt-ridden post office could collapse and send thousands out of work.

IF I'M BEING HONEST, America loves COMMUNISM. So does the UK.

A prime example? The joy of saluting Pirate Bay, Kim Dotcom, GooTube, Demonoid, and anyone else who gives away copyrighted material. A percentage of people protested, but were shouted down by: "DON'T RUIN OUR FUN!" and "THIS IS FREEDOM OF SPEECH!"

Communism is "Hey, everybody "share" everything, so nobody has to pay much."

America, supposedly one of the richest countries in the world, is now a pioneer in this idea. The Internet began in America. Amazon is in America. Google is in America. Even Kim Dotcom and Demonoid and Pirate Bay make most of their money by using American banks, stealing American product, and targeting banner ads to Americans.

UBER? The Nazi-named company that allows ANYBODY to be a taxi driver? It's rolled over all complaints that this is a SCAB company taking money from uniformed and licensed cab owners. It's been "Fuck you, we like UBER. If immigrants who barely make a living driving 12 hours a day are suffering, fuck 'em!"

And now? AMAZON uses its muscle to create loads and loads of scabs who will happily work cheap as a "hobby." Say, musicians, authors, writers, they're all supposed to work cheap a "hobby," too, and be content with a nice word or two.

PUTIN addressed the U.N. and declared that his Communism is the future, and his boy Assad should run Syria, and the way to defeat ISIS is to trust HIM. Obama was seen as the dark (!) and evil Voldemort who wants to ruin the fun for Assad, and can't be trusted with his creepy stuff about how "America is always ready to help and give support" when there's trouble or a disaster.

Meanwhile the other great Communist nation, CHINA, saw their own fearless leader stomping around America, declaring that all those "copyright" issues in the past have been resolved, and we can all play nice with each other. Just learn to appreciate all the benefits of Communism. Why not? Amazon does.

Monday, September 28, 2015

POPECORN? OF COURSE NOT - Mr. Catholicism Eats Very Well, thank you

Hmm, good question: what does the Pope eat?

Part of the answer, in breathtaking detail according to chef Lidia Bastard Itch, or whatever her name is:

It seems that Pope Francis spent a lot of time in the USA doing humble things, like visiting thugs in prison, and black children in East Harlem, and any time he passed some vegetable in a wheelchair, he walked over to give it a kiss.

He wasn't about to dine in soup kitchens, though. And who can blame him.

A few cynics pointed out that this guy does very well, the 1 BILLION Catholics make sure the churches have plenty of money to waste on gold trinkets and bright satin dresses for the Cardinals and the rest of 'em. Part of the game IS that wherever you go, it's first class. So as much as this guy is considered humble...he's not going to be THAT humble. Besides, it's bad manners not to let people do things for you.

The poor guy, who is always muttering "Pray for me," also had to feign a smile when he was served angel cake. Christ, that kind of joke gets STALE.

Wenner, when are ya gonna stop sucking ROGER WATERS dick?

Jann Wenner loves his Nazi pals doesn't he?

While Rolling Stone rarely bothers to cover most vintage progrock acts, and even in their prime, gave many of them NO coverage or tepid reviews, anything ROGER WATERS does is BIG NEWS. Even if it's the same old thing.

How can you NOT look at this bastard, with his red armband and his Hitler salutes, and not be chilled by his Neo-Nazi behavior? Rolling Stone made sure to print a photo of Roger looking like a dug-up 3rd Reich Zombie.

HEIL WATERS, HEIL!

Lovely photo. The ass-licking text talks about the breathtaking release of yet another blank WALL, and makes sure to praise it like it's a work of genius.

There was a long long interview in which Waters revealed his Mein Kampf philosophies, deigned to discuss past bad members, and had himself a good chuckle while the fawning reporter sat and stared in awe.

Rolling Stone, the fag-rag that puts murderous Muslim pretty boys on the cover, and treats every rap album like it's a work of art, and even thinks Kardashian deserves to be taken seriously...CAN'T STOP FUSSING WITH ROGER FUCKIN' WATERS AND HIS STUPID FUCKIN' WALL?

Wenner ya gonna STOP, Wenner?? Contributing to this arrogant Nazi's ego, greed and bank account is WRONG. There are so many acts that Rolling Stone ignores, so many older artists who put out something new and never get a review. And this WALL flogging goes on and on and on? Maybe Wenner is going to start wearing SS uniforms around the office? SS=Sperm Sucker.

Sunday, September 27, 2015

WELL WORN and WARNED

Yes, from scraggly old Roger Waters, we return to another "well worn" item: used underwear.

The difference between Roger Waters and used underwear, is that the underwear still has some life in it. Although a blind man would say "stinking cunt!" passing either.

Waters is presumptuous and pompous, but so is this hen on EBAY. She coyly takes a selfie of herself coming out of a toilet stall, and THAT is supposed to be attractive.

Christ, an ugly, overweight over-aged mental case who thinks her sweaty pantyhose are worth...HOW MUCH? $16 minimum bid?

Oh, but she's some kind of GOOTUBE star:

No, I did NOT check. This blog can only go SO far. I am assuming there are a lot of horrible harridans who pose on GOOTUBE with close-ups of their feet, or their legs, and say "You can BUY stockings and pantyhose from me on EBAY."

What is wrong with this world? What are we going to see in laundromats? Idiot cowbints like this, hawking their underwear and pantyhose? "Rather than clean them, I'm selling them!"

This is the future. You are WARNED.

Make that WELL WARNED, in the case of THIS horribly obese and smelly ox.

Yes, she's selling "WARN" panties.

They should say "BIO-HAZARD" on the waistband.

Does it take two men to pull those knickers out of her ass crack?

This is supposed to be enticing?

The woman should be embalmed. Use plenty of formaldehyde to kill the stench of her trench.

Don't turn around. DON'T TURN AROUND. OH...NO...SHE'S TURNED AROUND.

Sheer underwear was not intended for a pig-belly like THAT.

Might as well walk around putting pink ribbons on dog shit.

But, to be fair, we were WARNed.

"SIGNED, WELL WISHER" (NSFW and NSFAFIA)

First off, I do feel I should mention this is NSFW (Not Safe for Work).

It's also NSFAFIA (Not Safe For A Fucking Insane Asylum).

But in its crudity and stupidity it made me laugh.

Amid EBAY's usual hamper of ads for dirty underwear, shoes, bras and socks, was a set of headers starting with:

MENS USED SOCKS...

...and suggesting you'd want to buy some guy's stinking socks not only to smell them, but imagine he was fucking your loved one. Etc. etc. and ETC.

What did I like about these insane ads? Well, one of my favorite Spike Milligan bits is a classified ad (from the old 'Beachcomber' radio show). The Great Madman reads it: "GET YOUR ORANGUTAN OFF MY LAWN, OR I'LL SET FIRE TO YOUR BIDET! (signed) WELL WISHER."

And here? Here's a barking-mad lunatic spouting UTTERLY CRAZED AND DELUSIONAL INSULTS. AND he expects the dear reader to pay between $15 and $100 for his fucking socks AND pay a fortune in overnight shipping.

What's funny? He fills his ads with grotesque photos and obnoxious psycho-blabber...but makes sure to include some very polite bits of salesmanship here and there.

You don't want to look TOO close at this one.

Disgusting, but amusing. I mean, the line "used, but still in good shape, you will love them"

And "Buy with confidence as you see my 100% satisfied customers."

And "As with all used items they will be cleaned per policy."

Yes, he MIGHT put in gruesome hardcore pictures he stole off the Internet, he might offer insulting copy, and expect a small fortune for dirty socks, but he's essentially a "well wisher," who hopes you will LOVE your purchase, and leave him a cheerful positive as a "satisfied" customer.

Oh. Too bad these auctions were fumigated off EBAY.

SAPRISTI!

CRAP STARS Kenny G and Ricky Martin paper the house with GROUPON bargainers

Who the FUCK goes to Kenny G. concerts?

Cheap lamebrains.

GROUPON continues to help out over-the-hill pop stars by papering the house with discount tickets.

That includes aging South American fruit basket Ricky Martin, who rode the "coochie-coochie I'm gay" card as far as he could, and now needs to rely on bargain bozos. You know the kind: "Uh, I was never a fan of Ricky Martin or Kenny G., but it's a bargain! I'm getting nearly half off. Why not go?"

Eventually, some POP stars become CRAP stars. One sign is when they turn up on cable TV variety shows. Another is when their CDs are all over the charity shops. And the surest sign is when they play some mediocre venue and need GROUPON to fluff for them, and fill up a few thousand otherwise empty seats.

The really sad thing is that there was EVER a time people paid full price for these two assholes.

Nazi Roger Waters Splits with Preening Eva Braun

They hit a wall.

This Roger Waters nazi can't seem to get along with anyone for too long. He hates women. He hates Jews. He hates his band members. He drove some of them to the brink. All he seems to like is the sound of a cash register, and the noise made by Neo-Nazi idiots who like to see a pig balloon and go "lookee lookee."

The airhead Eva Braun who actually married this skeleton signed a pre-nup, because Wily Waters knew it wouldn't last and didn't want to part with more money than absolutely necessary.

Saturday, September 26, 2015

Central Park Monkeyshines - Beyonce, Sheeran, Coldplay...are you feeling sick yet?

Oh yeah, ALL your favorites.

Beyonce in some kind of aerobics outfit. The completely irritating carrot-topped over-achieving scrotum called Ed Sheeran. The has-been idiots known as Coldplay. And the never-amusing porno-named Pearl Jam assholes. ALL in Central Park.

Some sadist sent me an e-mail alerting me to "a live stream" of the event.

You know what was the ONLY amusing thing? "Stream" was spelled "steam." Check the top line.

And what a steaming pile:

Yeah, just what I wanted, a row of obnoxious "dancers" doing their usual dopey aerobic-robot shit, while the great "BEY" shouted and strutted and "vogued."

This fucking self-indulgent load of shit was supposed to echo the old Helen Reddy notion, "I am woman hear me roar?" It was "I'm some cocoa-colored black chick with a lot of money. Act like I'm a goddess while thudding stupid music plays and special effects blast away and a bunch of monkeys bounce around and pretend it's dancing."

Now what the FUCK were all these posturing assholes gathered in Central Park for? Oh, yeah, yeah, another one of those "we're rock stars, we care" rallies. This one was for the "Global Poverty Project." What's that, exactly? Right. Yet another "give us money, which we won't give to starving people" deals.

Where DOES the money go? Why is it we never see big-headed African kiddies chowing down afterward, listening to Coldplay albums? We don't see a bunch of Syrians slurping hummus and grinning about their barfi dessert. We never see a bunch of displaced Turks sitting around eating turkey and gravy.

All we do get is the same irritating "pop" and "rock" idiots showing off. "BEY" and her bunch will look "fierce." Sheeran and his bunch will look humble, like they buy their clothes at a thrift shop.

The other day, The Pope rolled through Central Park, and 80,000 people who were lucky enough to get tickets had to bunch themselves up and strain to even get a look at him. They were 15-people deep clotting along the little roadway that was taking him through to Madison Square Garden. Who's idea of a good time is THAT? "Oooh, I glimpsed the Pope, after THREE hours of waiting and jockeying and pushing to make sure I got a clear view through a pack of smelly people."

And today? Yet ANOTHER idiot Central Park event? All kinds of people hiked around the park asking "Where's the concert?" and "Can I see it?" and the answer was NO and NO. This wasn't a FREE event like Simon and Garfunkel. The area was closed off with massive security. Tickets were given away ONLY to "deserving" and "connected" people that the "Global Poverty Project" decided to recognize. Did you give a fortune to them? Then maybe you got a ticket. Are you a BLACK school kid who had a well-connected teacher who knew how to play the race card? Maybe you got in. Did you spend countless hours "volunteering" somewhere, cleaning up garbage with a stick that had a nail in it? Fine.

The reward was seeing a bunch of hacks do their thing, which is as predictable as anyone on Slimy Towel's "Got Talent" shows. It was all a big cliche. A minute or two of "BEY" was more than enough. Did I have to see more of it to tell you what obviously happened? Coldplay made faces. Pearl Jam made faces. Sheeran acted like he was Beck. Various "celebrity" actors and actresses made speeches about global hunger. Zzzzzzz.

The temperature, incidentally, was quite chilly in Central Park, so anyone who didn't bring along a jacket was likely to sit there shivering. They also were likely to be very uncomfortable, squatting on the grass a mile away from the stage, and either using binoculars or glancing up at big fucking screens.

How nice, that music concerts now usually involve going to gigantic cow pastures and watching TV, surrounded by bellowing morons.

It was all for a "good cause." That cause was "pop stars feeling good about themselves," and "corrupt organizations taking all the money."

Knickers and Pain

"Hello, I'm one of the CHILDREN OF THE DAMNED, Knickerless Pain.

"I've realized I'm a failure because I have no knickers!! It turns out, people on GooTube do much better if they have knickers on. Smelly knickers! Why, I just saw some weird shit on GooTube that involved smelly niggers — er, I mean knickers — and some white trash bint who wears 'em till they are so ripe they stink from a mile away!"

"This made me tremble. I ran to the bathroom mirror to see if I was hallucinating. All I saw was an out of focus blob. That was me, all right. So I picked up my guitar and wrote a quick monotonous song:

"I don't like niggers, I don't like niggers, they get to fuck white skanks and I don't, I don't. The white skanks got smelly knickers and I smell without wearing any, without wearing any."

"If I'm Being HONEST, I thought I was "Uncle Pain" but I am merely Knickerless Pain. This big brown blob is "Uncle Pain" and he could prove it by breaking my idiot neck if I dared sniff his white whore's knickers without paying. Well, I'm not paying because I can go down to the Grimsby docks at low tide and it'll smell like this bint. The money I save will help me buy a light bulb so I can actually have some better lighting. I might even consider buying some knickers, although they only sell tiny ones with flowers or mermaids on them for virgin girls like me.

"Here's another thing that scares me. It's rebels who are no longer tolerating suspension on EBAY and have formed a stinking underground all their own! Good Lord, that looks like the daughter of Dame Edna!"

Gahhhhleee, Sur-PRIZE Sur-PRIZE

Jim Nabors, as the semi-retarded hick "Gomer Pyle," had a catch-word and a catch-phrase. The catch-word was "Gahhhlee" (Golly) and the phrase, sing-songed whenever anything amazing happened, was "Sur-Prize, Sur-Prize!"

Well, Gahhleee, Sur-Prize Sur-Prize, our redneck conman is half-gone. 23 items were up but now only 15 remain.

Will the rest get tossed off? While we wait and see, hopefully people who check his feedback will note a NEGATIVE he got.

Gahhhhhlee, a $29.99 "course" from a guy who lives in America's anus in Georgia, turns out to be hot, smelly air?

Y'all maybe didn't follow all the instructions. After all, that ad was very clear about how some fat, grimacing asshole with his hat slung over his eyes was going to hip you to ALL his secrets. And for such a modest price, too.

Man. This grubby porker does think that other crackers are even stupider than he is. He's gotta be so PROUD of himself for recycling complicated ridiculous advice schemes and losing people along the way. It's their fault if they don't understand his brilliant methods of making money.

Heee-yuck. There's a sucker born ever' minute.

Another of his oh-so enticing ads invites people to become his partner in crime. Yeee-hawwwwwww!

Fey Fruit Kelvin Moon Loh bitches at Lincoln Center audience

Oh, well, let's ALL bring retards to shows.

You know one of the many things I dislike...it's jackass parents who make EVERYONE suffer with their screaming babies or their obnoxious AUTISTIC psycho-brats.

If you want to enjoy a meal in a restaurant, or an escape to a movie or a theater, or anything else, YOU are burdened by THEIR problem. That's crap. Utter delusional CRAP.

We suffer ENOUGH. From rude bastards on trains to loudmouth neighbors to excruciating bosses, we SUFFER and SUFFER. So we have to fucking PAY to have a good time and hope that PAYING to be out in a restaurant or a theater will mean an escape from the tyranny of the selfish, the stupid and the boorish.

Nope, faggy Kelvin Moon Loh, with his idiotic dyed-blond hair, comes out in support of a "minority." No, not faggots, but autistic pests and their idiot relatives.

Since he's a fag, and oh-so-attuned to "being different," he's just the one, isn't he, to urge TOLERANCE and COMPASSION for any and every defective on the planet. HE was born defective (homosexual) and some jerk in the audience was born autistic. So let's all celebrate and cheer.

FUCK OFF.

Blond psycho boy, who is living the delusion that he is NOT a BLACK HAIRED ASIAN, went on FARCEBOOK to nancy-boy moan about how it was fine to interrupt his shitty show. (Did EVERY cast member agree with him? I doubt it.)

JESUS CHRIST, cocksucker lips, are you NUTS?

This creature is making money in theater because other homos hired him. Sure. And because of that, he's So full of...peace and love...that he's ready to fawn over everybody who is "different." And any NORMAL people out there, like heterosexuals, or people who'd like to enjoy an hour or two of a "vacation" from the shit brains of the world, should just shut up.

Did you get that last line? Hooray to the parent for refusing to "live in fear."

Well let's all light candles. Let's hug each other. Let's not "live in fear."

It seems to me this bitch wasn't living in "fear" at all, she was obnoxiously burdening everybody in the audience knowing that there was a very good possibility her freak-brat would act up. She didn't have FEAR. She did not CARE.

She didn't give a damn that people were speding $100 for a ticket to a show and didn't want the experience spoiled by some yappy moron.

An entire audience should be distracted and annoyed and made miserable because a stupid parent wouldn't take her retard into the lobby?

I'm SO sick of "sensitive" people who mewl over how we should all be so TOLERANT of every boorish, selfish thing assholes do.

What a pompous cocksucker, his Loh-woman is: "We theater people..."

Except theater people like Chita Rivera and Patti Lupone, have more BALLS than Fruit Moon, and yell at audience idiots to shut the fuck up!

Would Loh be huffing to Chita or Patti that they should have "compassion" for people who need to talk on their fucking phones, or snap pictures of the actors on stage?

Loh must think we should simply ignore people who are rattling their gum wrappers, and who come to a show with a hacking infectious cough. We should sit meekly in front of a giant fat slob who is blocking the view.

"NO, I DON'T CARE HOW MUCH YOU SPEND ON TICKETS," says the self-righteous Flower Drum faggot, if a chosen minority (screaming queen, growling dyke, autistic idiot) is making a scene, you should embrace it.

Yes, all very sensitive, the gook version of Joan of Arc. Much more sensitive than ME. But did you notice something during that heart-on-the-panties tirade? Miss LOH didn't say a fucking word. LOH mewled that the audience didn't see what HE saw, which was a parent fighting with a sticky, screamy, psychotic freakboy and not being able to manage him. Well, where was HE? Why didn't LOH jump off the stage and offer to help? And why didn't LOH step to the footlights and tell the audience they could ALL have their fucking money back?

Nope. Blondie McGook is a hero AFTER the fact, hissing and huffing about how insensitive everybody was. Except LOH didn't spring into action, saving all the huffing and puffing for a FARCEBOOK post. What chicken shit.

The buzzword is AUTISM or HOMOSEXUALITY or some other wonderful cause. OK, blond boy weirdo, how about if the person in the audience was simply stinking? Stinking from the first row to the point where you could smell it on stage. Do you embrace that, too? "Oh well, this person didn't feel like bathing. This person is an eccentric who wears the same underwear all month. Let's be TOLERANT."

FUCK TOLERANCE. The world is tolerant enough to let a crazed Asian prance around with blond hair.

How long was this autistic freak acting up? I somehow doubt the audience got into a rage because of a momentary yelp or whine. But this ASSHOLE LIMPWRIST acts like this woman was "brave" and idiotically says that HER ticket price was just as good as anyone else's. Yeah? That entitles her to shit in it? To take selfies? Just what DOES a ticket entitle a person to do?

The normal thing that parents do with their crap-loaded babies and their defective brats, is to hustle 'em out if there's a problem. You say, "Oops, my experiment failed, my spawn is NOT READY to sit quietly in a theater" or, "Oops, my fault for not getting a baby sitter." Or, if you've got a screaming baby on a plane, you at least say, "Everyone, I'm sorry, I couldn't leave the baby home. And if anyone has any idea how to shut this monster up, please come over!"

One thing I absolute LOATHE is self-righteous pompous know-it-all vaginas llike Kelvin Moon Loh who insist on lecturing people on how they should act, and what their morality should be.

The real answer is simple enough: people should BEHAVE IN PUBLIC. They should know the golden rule. They should cut it out with their obnoxious behavior, their screaming brats, their stupid children, their barking dogs, and the rest of it. Just FUCK OFF and don't BURDEN others. That's ALL. NO excuses. NONE.

Why is it you always hear "Be reasonable" when somebody is doing something stupid and obnoxious, and you don't like it? We put up with more than enough shit. But I tell you what, Freak Moon, go suck off the autistic kid. That would keep him quiet. While you're at it, invite a few Syrians to share your apartment. And NEVER eat Asian food, because that's chauvanistic. Eat nothing but PIZZA. Let me tell YOU how to live YOUR life, ok? Well, I can do that in two words, faggot smug condescending Miss Loh: DROP DEAD.

BILL GOES INTO LABOUR!

"Hello every person! It's me!! Star-struck BILL HOOBASTANK!

"Look who I've gotten my picture taken with!"

"I am such a fat clod, some people think I'm pregnant.

"I was touring Grimsby and Hull, and some thoughtful charwoman asked "Are you going into Labour?" I think that's what she said. It was this very ugly woman with stringy black hair, and a paunch almost as big as mine. It turned out that was no lady, it was Apey Savage, a local gorilla. Actually I got it all wrong. He was asking if I was going to be voting for the Labour candidate.

"He added, "If you are, you're in trouble, mate, because I'm a Fascist Nazi! I don't believe in progressive politics!"

"You can imagine how confused I was. But then I saw some people marching around with VOTE LABOUR signs, and one guy with glasses who looked like a television comedian, came over to me. I sensed he was famous, so I gave him a tenner and asked if I could shake his hand. It was wonderful. I shook his hand and slipped my tenner out of his palm and back into my pocket.

"I explained that I knew nothing about British political parties, but that I once had my photo taken with a tory. Torie Spelling. She's most famous for being the daughter of TV producer Aaron Spelling, but to me, that's FAME! They were complaining about Eating Duncan Donuts. Or so I thought. They were actually talking about Iain Duncan something or other.

"I tried to show that I cared. I told them about the time I was a tourist in Spain, and I was taking photos of myself with matadors and picadors, and how I got the shit scared out of me during the running of the bulls. I said, "So I know how you feel. I filled my pants with shit after a bull knocked its horn into me. I was gored and brown!"

"One of them shouted, "We were talking about Gordon Brown, you fat dimwit! YOU BIG FAT MORON!"

"I said "You don't have to Blair at me." And somehow, being anti-Blair made them happy. I decided I better give that guy back the tenner, and hurry back to my hotel, where the bathroom door doesn't close, but the stores all do before it gets dark.

"I sure hope this Labour bunch win, as I'm in favor of any party that Apey Savage the Fascist Nazi opposes. I hear Savage likes to grab pigeons backwards, hold his mouth up to their asses, and squeeze. He gets all that yellowy bird shit into his mouth, like you'd squeeze custard out an eclair. He's a weird creep, but it takes one to know one!"

Yoo Hoo EBAY Con-Artist. Where ARE YOU from really?? Spoofy-Spoofy!

Har har!

Spoof spoof!

Most of the bootleggers on EBAY who are selling PDF MOBI EPUB KINDLE files, and raping authors and destroying publishers, PRETEND to be in Germany, Sri Lanka, or Russia...when they are REALLY in the USA.

Hmm. Wonder why they do that.

This prick was copying off expensive text books and reference books.

Why pay $50 or $60 for a PDF (yes, reference publishers charge that much for a download file) when this PRICK can sell for half price?

Oh, well. The publishers see that this seller is in GERMANY and figure a) we can't do anything about it, or b) German laws are different about copyright.

But, Spoofy-Spoofy, an easy check shows this prick is NOT in GERMANY at all.

Har har.

This game is especially useful for porn sellers. EBAY is actually afraid of getting prosecuted due to international mail order and porn laws, so ONLY Americans and Canadians can sell (to other Americans and Canadians). However, if you do a SPOOFY-SPOOFY, and simply pretend you're in America, the auction can be posted.

"Hey, how come this guy is in Brazil, talks about Brazilian postal rates, but claims he's in America?"

"Oh dear, Oh dear. I see. Well, thank you for calling with your concern. I will have some curry and take a nap. Rest assured I will forward this problem to somebody else!"

Redneck Cracker Conning All Over the Net

Yeee-hawww!

He disappeared off EBAY for a whole 48hours. That's "laying low" for an impatient huckster.

Now he's back with two dozen flim-flam auctions, all with his smirky face, as proud as any used car salesman.

EBAY is so good at wrist-slapping, it's no wonder jerks like this come right back, like pimples on a Kardashian butt.

The ads always give a phone number (illegal to do that) to try and get "clients" to talk to him and buy from him without EBAY being the "middle man." And guess what. That phone number connects to various websites he runs, as well as ads on every free or sleaze website in America. Like so.

NOWHERE does he state he's a licensed realtor or with the Better Business Bureau. He's just an ugly smug cracker hawking some confused blither-blather like so many other wily weirdos. If YOU don't follow his re-hash of everybody else's get-rich-quick scheme, then it's YOUR fault for bein' DUMB AS A POST. Right?

In the real world of big-time cons, people spend hundreds of dollars on "courses" to teach familiar "get rich quick" schemes for buying real estate or playing the stock market. This low-flying piece of shit just pulls his scams on the Internet with EBAY as his main hub.

He's slick enough to fool Southern retards, once in a while, but in his low-rent part of the world, that's good enough for beer money and a nice big cheeeeeseburger with a huge order o' frahhhhhhs.

Friday, September 25, 2015

Soggy Urine-Smelling Bundles from Britain

What's your life's ambition?

BEING ABLE TO WET YOUR DIAPER?

Some people say WAHHHH, YES!

They're tired of holding it in, and wearing adult underwear. They want to go back to nappies AND...wake up to find it hot and stinking and yellow.

"If you wake up with something hot, stinking and yellow around your cock and balls, you must be John Lennon!"

An old (pre-1980) joke. And a bad one. Worst of all, I digressed. The subject is those who regress!

"Infantilism" has been the subject of many a British documentary, but few have discussed it in depth. As in: how do you regress to the point where you once again are wetting the bed?

One EBAY looney offers some kind of self-hypnosis course for adults who want to become blithering stinking soppy BABIES and spend all morning doing laundry.

Thank Christ there's EBAY, where any insane sexual fetish isn't even confined to the secret "adult section" of the site.

Yes, smelly shoes, stinky pantyhose, and "adult baby" soiling therapy...are right up there for anyone to see.

Try explaining THIS to your 12 year-old who was trying to find a copy of "Baby" by Justin Bieber.

WTF?

Remember back in the 20th Century when you didn't have to know, much less explain, adult babies, sex changes, gay marriage, or bukkake?

EBAY does have rules on "sexual" material being available to underage viewers. Only their definition of "sexual" material is copies of 70's magazines such as Cheri or High Society, and hardcore DVDs. "Sexual" is not defined as a) sex toys, b) sex dolls, c) bondage equipment, d) nude Polaroids or e) anal lube, fake aphrodisiacs or...you guessed it...baby fetish hypnosis downloads.

Oh, wait. EBAY does have a rule against "digitally delivered goods." The good news is they also have a loophole to get around it. Just say YOU are the copyright holder. EBAY won't even blink if you say you are the copyright holder to the Harry Potter series, to new Harper Lee novel, or everything James Patterson ever wrote. Just say "You'll get a password and download your PDF, MOBI, EPUB, MP3, whatever..."

Which is why this psychotic, obsessed and totally deranged NAPPY/URINE freak is still in business.

You do have to be adult enough to READ, to get through all his drooling:

How about that lovely line that once you learn the secrets, you can wet your bed or NOT wet your bed as you please, and therefore, "the world is your oyster."

This guy has examined urine in oyster beds.

He's an unqualified genius because he says he "studied at university." He's another Fraud! Er, Freud.

There are probably tons of similarly idiotic "self-hypnosis" things at porn torrents, but most people only know EBAY. And AMAZON. So this goo-goo doll has made a tenner here and there. He's also gotten some totally moronic positives (including one from somebody who didn't even try the program yet but was ecstatic he got a download). A few negatives? One spoiled brat didn't explain why, and another's remarks were removed by EBAY, probably for telling the truth.

Some people love EBAY...and diaper rash.

That's what FACEBOOK FRIENDS are for

My mistake on FACEBOOK was to stop posting...but to continue reading.

One thing about THIS blog; I'm NOT going to boast about what I eat, or where I eat it. I don't do commercials for restaurants, or pretend I'm a celebrity because I can hold a fucking spoon.

Even before I decided FACEBOOK was ridiculous, I had put most of my so-called friends on "mute." Instead of being inundated with their incredibly self-absorbed idiocy, it was "stop seeing their posts but remain friends."

I'm sick to death of reading things like...what somebody had for dinner, or why I should care about anyone's opinionated blab about food I should eat. I also don't want to see somebody's fucking snapshots, "pass this along" MEMEs, or a dreary drone about places I should go, or politicians I should like or dislike.

A few D-list celebs? Usually they're just as bad, with their "here's my grandson" and "this is what my life coach told me" and "I'll be signing photos and posing at $20 a picture at the Huelbig Center for the Mentally Impaired."

"I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, de-briefed or made to put up with FACEBOOK FRIENDS. My life is my own."

So, it 's a promo-tour for the POPE FRANCIS ROCK ALBUM

Coming to America was just hype for a music album!

Visiting the White House, coming to New York...this guy did everything except turn up on the "Tonight Show" and perform with The Roots as his backing band.

It turns out, POPE FRANCIS HAS A ROCK ALBUM TO PROMOTE. The first track is on GOOTUBE right now.

Fer Chrissake. I do wonder, is the link everyone's been pointing to "official" or just some guy who was the first to illegally download it to make some chump change?

As to the track chosen to call attention to the album? Put it this way: Pope Francis ain't William Shatner.

It's pretty obvious that not even Jeff Lynne could've done much with the Pope's aging, nasal voice, or his soft, highly accented cadence. The music and production are from two guys from the vintage Italian progrock band Le Orme. I had a few of their albums back in the day; not bad at all, but it was all in Italian and they weren't rivals to the Crimson Moody Harum.

I wonder what kind of miracle would've happened if, instead of copping speeches, the producers dragged Pope Francis into an echo chamber and coached him to sing. Would he have sounded more like Pope Francis Albert Sinatra?

Ultimately, the fairly generic mood music in the background is ok. It's nothing to write Annie Haslam about. After about 45 seconds, the speech is grafted into it, and it's just a distraction. As in; "Gramps, ya mind keeping it down, your mumbling is interfering from the shit I just stole from Frog Not Prog. Or was it Zinfart. Or maybe Lajsuck."

Pope Francis could've at least talked his way through a few hymns. He could've hit the old standards like The Lord's Prayer. He could've gotten Born-Again Bob's permission to use "Gotta Serve Somebody."

No, this is NOT a joke.

As if we don't have enough with "fans" who consider re-issues of Van Morrison to be the "Second Coming." Next come the goddam buttons that say: "This is Pope Francis' World, We Just Live In It." Jann Wenner is offering the cover of Rolling Stone, but Francis says, "Look, I'm being nice to fags, but Wenner I'm not crazy about at all."

THE SAINT - was Simon Templar, not Pope Francis

How nice. "The Saint" was in New York (according to one front page headline). New York was treated to a "HEAVENLY" sight.

The only non-smiling photo-op for the Pope was at Ground Zero.

There, from a distance, was the "Godly" visage being solemn.

Well, yeah, he was at Ground Zero, where two buildings collapsed and 3,000 simple office workers lost their lives due to Muslim fanatics.

What could The Pope say about this? "Goddam shame," maybe?

Note that THIS picture gives you more of a sense of what the visit was all about...a few select people having a chance to stand next to him, while everybody else was well behind barriers, most so far away they couldn't even get a decent picture with a telephoto lens. (You remember those? That's when there were actual things called CAMERAS).

This is the kind of event that makes pea-brains wish they lived in New York.

It's also the kind of event that makes New Yorkers wish they lived somewhere else.

For days, the TV news was loaded with warnings on "street closures; the most mammoth traffic jams in the city's history." Ironic isn't it? The Pope comes to a town of 8 million, and nobody gets to see him!

The flashy photos? They were taken by a few elite photographers with PRESS BADGES, allowed access that virtually nobody else could get. There were probably thousands of priests and nuns who had to be embarrassed by people saying, "Are you going to get to meet the Pope? Even SEE the Pope?" NOPE. But a few photographers got to step forward and make it seem that everybody was having a great time with Francis, and that everywhere he went, his smile was curing herpes and making the sun shine.

Thanks to Muslim fanatics, security had to be tight. The Pope's itinerary was mostly a secret. He turned up here and there, and wherever it was, barriers made it impossible for most people to even get a glimpse of him.

How humiliating for New Yorkers to get calls: "Hey, say hello to the Pope for me...take a photo for me...tell me what it was like to see him." Yeah? It's fucking hard enough to see a celebrity at a book signing. It's almost impossible to get a glimpse of a rock star going from limo to dressing room at the Barclay Center. If there's an outdoor concert, a political speech, or even a dopey event like the New York Mets driving ten blocks and waving after winning the World Series...it's almost IMPOSSIBLE to get a look, much less a decent view, even if you've staked out a spot all night.

The biggest "public event" was The Pope driving through a small road in Central Park. "80,000 free tickets" by lottery were somehow distributed so that people could line up along this "parade route" and watch the Pope wave from a car, on his way to a 6pm speech at Madison Square Garden, some 30 torturous blocks away (barriers galore). The tickets were soon snapped up and being re-sold on the Internet. The Pope is big on bitching about the sin of abortion, but how about ticket scalping?

Instead of a few blocks of a parade route, the Pope could've made the NYC Marathon route: driving 26 miles in a few hours, and letting everybody in FIVE boroughs get a chance to see him and wave. BUT...how bullet proof IS that Pope-Mobile? Instead, a few blocks in Manhattan, off Central Park, with bus routes diverted or cancelled, subways not running, and entire streets blocked off to traffic.

Would I have liked to have glimpsed Pope Francis? Yes, actually. But how? How do you get to an area where he'll be driving by, when every street for ten blocks around is shut off by barriers? Assuming you make your pilgrimage by foot, and are lucky enough to live only an hour or two or four from where he's supposed to be, then what? Does this look like a good time?

If you were lucky enough to be in the 10-deep crowd flanking Francis, you probably lived in a nearby building, or were waiting for him for HOURS and HOURS.

Most any big event (New Year's Eve in Times Square, 4th of July fireworks, Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade) is fucking HELL for anyone over 20 who isn't in fighting shape).

When Obama comes to town, he usually goes to the U.N. so there's minimal damage. It's all on one side of town. The Pope's journey took him ALL over the city, from downtown (God moves in mysterious ways, allowing the WTC to collapse) to St. Patrick's (where politicians and rich people seemed to have all the seats) to Central Park on the West Side, and to his temporary residence on the East Side (where barriers meant that even people who lived in buildings nearby were going to have trouble getting home).

The Pope's appearance at St. Patrick's, widely broadcast, was an incredible bore. The music was horrible, and some Puerto Rican baritone hogged the spotlight by singing dirge after dirge while the Pope sat staring at a book, paying no attention. When he got up to speak, the first thing he said was an apology to MUSLIMS, because 700 klutzes died on their way to Mecca.

Speaking in his native Spanish, and very slowly so an interpreter could translate every other word, The Pope had nothing very profound to say. And he was saying it to an audience of hypocrite scumbags, not ordinary people. (Not that ordinary people aren't hypocrite scumbags, too.) He could've socked it to the crowd, noting, "And you, Mayor De Spazzio, why are YOU sitting your big warthog ass in a seat that could've gone to some pious Puerto Rican bitch from the Bronx? All you rich assholes only go to church for Midnight Mass, or to see a hotshot like ME. When was the last time you were at St. Pat's, you fuckers?"

It was announced that he would, like Billy Joel, make an appearance at Madison Square Garden. This was such a secret almost nobody knew about it. No TV news reports even mentioned it, or how to get tickets. That event will be taking place later today, and I'm sure the media will slant it as a tremendous triumph, and have close-ups of the Pope's smiling face. Will they quote anything he said? Probably not. Will they interview disappointed people who couldn't even see the Pope except on a gigantic screen, the same way they would've paid $200 for a bad seat for Billy Joel or Madonna? Would they talk about the incredible traffic mess, or how all those thousands of people flooded into the subways or just walked a mile or two before getting a bus home?

The whole thing (including the previous days in Cuba, and Washington D.C.) was treated as if GOD had come to town. Wouldn't it be pretty to think so. Reality check: this guy is not so different from the head of a country, or the leader of any religion. He's a very nice guy, everyone loves him, he's generally forward-thinking (except on abortion and a few other matters) and is definitely more humble than any leader since Jesus himself. But he's just a 78 year-old South American in a dress.

He's tried not to offend the Muslims, that's for sure. Since he only speaks for Catholics, others can easily dismiss anything he says claiming it doesn't apply to them. While it's lovely to have a loving fellow leading a major religion (anyone even know who is speaking for Jews, Hindus or Druids or Episcopalians...) a trip like this is just a disappointing example of a badly run show.

Going down to Ground Zero and feeling bad? What can the guy say? "God moves in mysterious ways?" He's in St. Pat's hanging his head because 700 diapered Islam fanatics trampled themselves? Explain what Allah or Jesus had in mind, would you?

If anything, the whole thing is not amusement, or spirit-raising at all; it's just another disappointment. It was traffic tie-ups, and sad little speeches from an elderly man, and a lot of hype.

Instead of some greasy guy in a robe bellowing hymns, St. Pat's might as well have played that Peggy Lee song: "Is that all there is?"

White People (PPL) Are TOO Sensitive Say Muslim and Hindu Restaurants

"Curry?" Sherlock Holmes remarked. "Filthy stuff."

Dr. Watson (as played by Nigel Bruce) was embarrassed. Don't ALL British people LOVE their curry?

Spike Milligan: "More curry! More curry! More curry for me! More curry! More CURRY! DEEDLE DEEDLE DEE!"

Food is where we find common ground, don't we? How bad can the Chinese be, the Indians, the Italians, even the fucking Jews, when they can produce some tasty treats?

Hold on. Here's an Indian restaurant in England that noted on a receipt that "Mild" is for "WHITE PPL."

How the fuck did THIS get to be a major story on both sides of the Atlantic? He TWEETED about it, showing the receipt. And now that whites ARE in the minority in some areas, his suggestion of discrimination was taken with a grain of saffron.

As the trolls love to say "Boo hoo! There are real problems in the world!"

And "WHO CARES!"

(I know, funny that people who claim there's so much to do in the world...spend all day leaving stupid antagonistic comments on news items).

Usually the abuse is aimed at a real minority, and there's no question about it. The excuse for a waitress adding "Chink" or "Blackie" on a receipt is excused as "Oh, it just makes it easier to identify the customer."

Nice to know "WHITE PPL" means "MILK."

PS, nice that a hack "photo agency" made some money because a newspaper couldn't simply order some take-away and photograph it! What makes more sense, giving $25 or $50 or even $100 to an agency for a generic photo, or putting a staff photographer to work and giving that person the bonus of a nice meal?

No question, white people are discovering, more and more, that racism exists. But it's human nature. Go to a country where the black, yellow or the brown reign supreme, and see how badly the white is treated. Assimilation is a nice dream but every now and then, a menu receipt shows the reality.

Isn't the indignation a little ridiculous, though? A white guy is "offended" because he ASSUMES that an Indian thinks he is too white to take spicy food? IF I'M BEING HONEST, most white people DON'T like it spicy. Many Indian, Paki and Chinese restaurants actually put an annotation in the menu for items that are SPICY. If you go into a Mexican restaurant and want to come out with your intestines and colon still inside your body, you damn well have to ask your "wait-person," "Can you make this mild?"

And who's to say that this receipt wasn't just noting that the customers are white, so it's ok to spit in the soup?

Venison Curry? Crab Claws? Whoever ordered this shit seems like a true heathen idiot. You're ok with shooting deer? You disturb an animal at the bottom of the sea just to rip his legs off and suck on them? FUCK YOU, and not mildly.

If Real Lingerie Stores Operated like EBAY BINTS

You walk into a department store's lingerie department.

You want to buy something nice for your girlfriend.

WOW. All the sales help are walking around in underwear. Some are even topless. Like this:

OK, she's got fake tits, but they're tits.

She saunters over, wiggles, jiggles, and explains, "These briefs are on sale. I won't sell you the ones I'm wearing. They're just for show! You'll get CLEAN ONES! But if you buy several pair, I'll give you some naked pix of me. And who knows."

Huh?

But that kind of "logic" works on EBAY.

Most of the time. The standard line is "Attention EBAY, I am selling NEW panties, these are just to show how they fit." How nice of you, bitch.

The trouble comes when a greed-bint goes just a little too far. Even the dumbest EBAY potato reads THIS thing and shuts it down.

Happily, plenty of others, with "Luscious" or "Sexy" or "XXX" in their names are thriving. Plenty are, no doubt, using simple underwear sales as a come-on for phone sex, Skype sex, and whatever else. After all, when they're selling underwear in the hidden ADULT section, and posing in them, or charging $25 for a pair and insisting "New With Tags, Will be Washed as Per EBAY Policy," that sounds SO legit. NOT.

Clearly the only way for "brick and mortar" lingerie shops to compete anymore would be to offer total nudity, and racks of "used" underwear. Or just have "MASSAGE" written in big letters.