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Pudsey time…

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Yes it’s time to welcome the Prince of Chuggers, the legalised Robin Hood of BBC TV, the cunt of cunts – Pudsey the fucking bear!

Every year the Beeb roll out their pre-Christmas ‘charitee’ bash to raise millions from gormless pricks who donate money to watch the mind bogglingly tedious load of absolute shite that is Children in Need.

When my wife was deserted by her ex and left with a 18 month old child they were definitely in need. Nobody gave them fuck all for nothing and she had to work her arse off in some totally shitty jobs to put food on the table. That’s life. If you can’t support your kids, you shouldn’t be a parent – but then why bother when cunts like Pudsey give you money for fuck all – after deducting expenses of course.

I was once stopped going into work by a bloke with a bucket who said I couldn’t go in until I give Pudsey some of my hard earned. He needed to borrow that fucking eye bandage shortly afterwards…

Fuck Pudsey. Fuck Children in Need. Fuck the BBC. Put some decent programmes on, you lazy parasitic cunts!

Thankfully this year I small reclining on a sun lounger somewhere nice and warn so I shall miss the entire vomit inducing shitfest but I do wish that something would drop on Pudsey from a great height and rid us of the little turd!

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Uncomic relief


Jesus H Christ on a motorcycle, it’s come around again! Comic bloody relief!

It doesn’t seem five minutes since the last time this pile of steaming horse shit was heaped upon us. And it seems to go on longer and longer every year. Get your fundraising packs now, all proceeds to third world dictators and chuggers. Children brainwashed and forced into taking part at school. Get ’em young enough and you’ve got ’em for life – and if they don’t join in then the parents are dragged before the head and duly chastised, and their kids feel ostracised for not conforming.

Personally if it was my kids, then I’d tell them to grow and I’d tell the head to go fuck himself. Orwell would be proud.

So tonight there’s fuck all on the Beeb (what’s new?) apart from a load of has beens trying to relaunch their careers, so-called ‘comedians’ making us cringe with their puerile attempts at being funny, and starving cheeldren being wheeled out to tug at the heart strings and part us from our hard earned dosh. Well, fuck ’em. You shouldn’t have kids if you can’t support them.

Well, they can fuck right off because they’ll get what they get from me every year, namely bugger all.

And this year there’s ten different red noses to choose from. Personally, I’d like one with ‘cunt’ written on it…

Oh! Seems it’s been done! Where do I get one…?

The era of ‘post-truth’

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I was appalled to hear a politician talking the other day about ‘the post-truth era’ in relation to all the hoo-hah going on across the pond about Trump’s protestations regarding fake news.

‘Post-truth’ is not a new phenomenon. Wikipedia defines it as “a culture in which debate is framed largely by appeals to emotion disconnected from the details of policy, and by the repeated assertion of talking points to which factual rebuttals are ignored.” It’s been going on for years and, ironically, it has taken the ascendancy to the presidency of a man who does the exact opposite to bring it to a head.

You might not like Trump, but the fact is that when he was campaigning he promised, amongst other things, to build a ‘great big beautiful wall’ across the Mexican border, suspend immigration from countries linked to terrorism ‘until we figure out what the hell is going on’ and to repeal Obamacare. He did all three of these in his first week and people are up in arms about it even though he did exactly what he said he was going to do – something unheard of in the era of post truth politics.

I remember recently having a spat with a fellow blogger about Cuba. Whatever I said made no difference. His opinion was his opinion no matter how I rebutted his arguments and answered his direct questions. He regards me as a pig he was trying to teach to sing. This is a classic reaction to post truth. The ‘facts’ I was being shown were to say the least unsubstantiated and politically motivated. They may well have been true, but the truth is that nobody really knows and if they were true then the reaction was still emotional rather than rational.

During the Brexit campaign we were constantly fed unsubstantiated opinion and speculation presented as truth. In the end, Project Fear turned out to be wholesalely wrong, but that didn’t prevent organisations like the BBC – which used to pride itself on being politically unbiased – presenting it as truth. We see the media across the globe doing exactly the same thing.

And now fake news is bring weaponised in all sorts of fields, political, diplomatic, and economic. Listen to CNN, BBC, Al Jazeera, and Russia Today relating the same news story and you get totally contradictory presentation of the so called facts. I suspect that none of them are actually presenting facts at all – just opinions and spin. As a wise man once said – ‘There are three sides to every story : your’s, mine and the truth!

Facts are facts. The problem is that nobody actually knows what they are any more…

Children in Need

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Yes, it’s that time of year again. There’s fuck all worth watching on tellie tonight because Pudsey is back…

Now, I know you are going to think that anyone who says that a charity appeal that raises so much for needy cheeldren should be taken off the air just because it’s a load of purile, talentless shite is a fucking miserable bastard, but frankly I don’t give a shit!

BBC Children in Need is just phase one of the charity barrage that signals the start of the Christmas onslaught in earnest. The chuggers are coming, and woe betide you if you tell them to bugger off!

And this year it will be even worse – because we have all those poor unaccompanied ‘refugee children’ like the one in the above picture lurking across the water in France. And we have to help them, don’t we? Well, actually, no we don’t.

Fuck ’em. Let them eat cake. Let them in and their families will miraculously appear to join them and bring even more extremist bomb makers to our shores.

And fuck the BBC’s Children in Need too for condoning them and forcing my grandchildren to dress up in school and be brainwashed into raising money for this load of old bollocks. That’s what really makes me angry! No wonder they grow up to be multicultural, politically correct snowflakes with no grasp of what’s really going on in the world.

I’m not tight fisted. I’m not miserable. But if standing my ground and telling them to shove their appeal up where the sun don’t shine makes a cunt, then I plead guilty…

Sport. WTF?

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I’m back from the wilds of the frozen north where I have been trying to occupy myself whilst not out walking in the rain by watching a bit of tellie. Trouble is that it got so bad that I went out walking in the rain in order to avoid what was on the tellie.

Now, I don’t really have a problem with sport. I’m not that interested in it, but I appreciate that there are lots of people who enjoy it and good luck to them. I just object to having it rammed down my throat at every juncture. I turn on the news in the morning and what do I get? The fucking Olympics – the biggest waste of time effort and money I can think of.

Now I’m not decrying the effort dedication and drugs that it takes to become a top athlete or sportsperson. What I don’t understand is how the fuck anyone can make a career and a paying living out of it whilst pretending to be an amateur. I mean how the fuck do you make a living out of riding a bike, chucking a spear, running about or prancing around on a mat?

And then when the wastes of space involved become famous, they get OBEs and knighthoods and come on the tellie telling us to donate £2 a month to feed a poor starving child in war torn bongo bongo land. Spend the fucking money you pissed up the wall on the bloody Olympics helping them instead FFS! Ask the people living in the shanty towns in Rio how they feel about the Olympics and see what they say.

And while we’re at it, same message to the Catholic Church. Flog off a few pieces from the Vatican museum and see how many people you can save for that before shoving the begging bowl under my nose. And that Tom Hiddleston and fuck off too while we’re at it…

But I digress. No news, just Olympics. No BBC1 programmes except Olympics. I looked at the BBC1 schedule for this week. The Olympic coverage is wall to wall from around 11am to the early hours of the next day except when there’s a break for the bloody football. And the big news? Some cunts in Manchester have paid £90million for a player. FFS! Ninety million bloody quid for some cunt to kick a ball about on a bit of grass!!! How many starving families in bongo bongo land could you feed with that little lot?

No, sport has got totally out of hand and, frankly, it’s pretty bloody boring as well…