If you needed evidence that people who support the BNP are all, err, 'special', look no further.
It's not the immigrants fault that you borrowed £10,00 from Ocean Finance and spent it all on Wink Bingo. It's also not their fault that you don't have any friends. It's because you're a cunt.
"The BNP are the only party standing up for MY culture. ALL the others are vile culture deniers that deny me a cultural heritage and who are involved in a deliberate programme of ethnocide against my ethnic origins here in my own country of birth and cultural homeland."
Hmmm. I want to desecrate your cultural heritage by banning Bullseye repeats on Challenge TV.
"what a disgrace!!! bnp supporters have their kids took off them grow up!!!! freedom of speech and opinion is what we have which is what my husband fights for! the queen has failed us all as have the government! trrops without proper equipment fighting for u country maam!! loosing their lives while fat mps make greedy claims and you penny pinch with kit! single mothers redundant people and elderly that need the states help but their is none!!!! and why is there no help? because the budget is used up on immigrants they have more say and their feelings are taken into account more than the tax payer! we as tax payers have a right to our own opinions get the immigrants out then there will be enough money for the british people! if we want to get into another country we have to prove we can provide and contribute to their ecomomy but here every one comes cuz they can free load!!!!!!! british people stand up for ur rights stand up for ur opinions and make the right choice its up to us now as her majasty and the government have failed! BNP have my vote!!!!!!!"
Indeed. Your husbands in the army eh? Bet it riles you right up when he comes home talking about the beauties he's seen abroad.
"Immigration should been capped
Ministers should have been arrested
Banker's should have been arrested
the list goes on and on.
One final point it is a shame the Queen did not become more vocal when some of our leaders were found to be on the take.
We are scared to be white anymore!"
Terrified. My fucking duck island cost me a fucking fortune and it got raided by credit crunch immigints.
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Sunday, 25 October 2009
Saturday, 17 October 2009
Fantastic advertising
So I was sitting there thinking about smashing up Simon Cowell, when I came across this new appalling advert for T-Mobile. This one features some fuckwit musician being asked the question; 'What would you do with unlimited texts?'
His response is: 'I'd call all the musicians I know and we'd start a superband!'
When I saw this response, it upset me very much. Not only is this a terrible idea, it also suggests a series of follow-up adverts, each shitter than the next and featuring this chap from the advert molesting his 'friends' to play in his super band and culminating in another of those 'flashmob' style events where spannered city boys and bemused old people stare in horror as a group of unpleasantly extroverted wankers strum their instruments together.
Once again, real life gets hijacked by advertising. Its getting so that you don't even know whats real anymore, is that person buying Medium Cheddar in Tescos really actually buying it or are they just being paid by Tescos to stand their and pick it up and look at it to suggest to me that I should buy it? Who knows? All I know is that if I'm there when the 'superband' starts playing in London Bridge station then I'll be right there, kicking them right in the trumpet.
His response is: 'I'd call all the musicians I know and we'd start a superband!'
When I saw this response, it upset me very much. Not only is this a terrible idea, it also suggests a series of follow-up adverts, each shitter than the next and featuring this chap from the advert molesting his 'friends' to play in his super band and culminating in another of those 'flashmob' style events where spannered city boys and bemused old people stare in horror as a group of unpleasantly extroverted wankers strum their instruments together.
Once again, real life gets hijacked by advertising. Its getting so that you don't even know whats real anymore, is that person buying Medium Cheddar in Tescos really actually buying it or are they just being paid by Tescos to stand their and pick it up and look at it to suggest to me that I should buy it? Who knows? All I know is that if I'm there when the 'superband' starts playing in London Bridge station then I'll be right there, kicking them right in the trumpet.
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