European Union – Why on earth are we in it with such dubious main players?
Germany– Lederhosen clad, power crazy, beer swilling, sausage munching, dominatrix control freak not resting until it pulls the strings of every European country, no matter what the cost.
France– Xenophobic, wishy-washy, farmer indulging, food and wine snob who uncontrollably sleeps with more than one mistress.
Spain – E.U. money grabbing lazy dolt who sleeps half the day, lays in the sun the rest, eats dinner at ridiculous times and puts everything off until mañana, which by the way does not mean tomorrow, but not today, and maybe never.
Italy – When not partying, drinking coffee or shopping for stylish clothes, is screwing, non-stop, the rest of its E.U. partners and giving them countless STDs.
Belgium – Pointless waste of space, kept quiet by being allowed to house the E.U. Head Quarters and patted on the head if it behaves.
Portugal – Insatiable money pit running its hand to mouth economy like an over indulged port drinker.
Greece – Corrupt & dishonest, street-wise but manipulative & money-grabbing, kebab selling olive pressing sneak, handing out ‘jobs for the boys’, or, at a whim, the army.
Ireland – Potato filled village idiot, drowning us in black beer, orange cider, silly dancing and comedians.
Please, please, please, before we join any other gang hanging around the street corners of Europe, let’s look very, very carefully at our history books!
Food allergies and intolerances – Cop out for lazy parents who, instead of bothering to cook, stuff their mollycoddled kids’ mouths with so much factory constructed processed or take away food and fizzy drinks, that their bodies get so confused at what is being pushed through them, that they object with what might seem painful consequences and physically intolerant bad behaviour. OK, some allergies may be genetic or genuine, but no where near as many as we are led to believe.
A.D.H.D. - Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder – How stupid is that? Never heard of when I was young – It was called “Not Doing What You Are Told”, “Not Paying Attention” or “Not Listening”, which in sensible times might have been cured with a slap, smack or other parental scare tactic.
Not today, our idiotic rules and laws banning any form of corporal punishment, no matter how light, insist costly medicine or therapy is the answer. When I was a schoolboy, nothing kept order and discipline better than a terrifyingly marksman-like blow from a teacher’s well-aimed heavy wooden board rubber or a cunningly placed metal ruler or in more serious cases, a cane. Fear, no matter how mildly or strongly created, is a great incentive to maintain good behaviour within society’s accepted boundaries. Boundaries which are crossed far too often in today’s Britain.
Talentless - Fly, or camera, on the wall ‘unreal’ reality, or ‘win by just being alive’, programmes, which give their mostly pathetic, ignorant, stupid, lazy speaking, inarticulate, unskilled, unintelligible, self-indulgent, spoilt, moronic, often very unpleasant, Neanderthal participants minor celebrity status and significant wealth for doing nothing more than just breathing.
Where in hell do the producers find such arseholes? Worryingly, they must be just wandering around our streets, which is quite frankly amazing because most of them seem incapable of either dressing themselves or leaving the house unaccompanied and as for using words to make complete sentences; you must be joking – ‘It’s somethink naat disco man, reem, shutuuup, yha no whaat ay meen like. ’
Sadly this idea that being thick and stupid equates to fame and stardom now starts at an early age, as shown in a recently televised programme, ‘Educating Essex’; which by the way is a totally impossible and worthless task to attempt anyway.
It’s time for so called ‘cheap television’ meaningless productions to at least show and encourage some basic level of eloquence, socially acceptable attitudes, manners, decency and common sense, or what the heck does it teach today’s and tomorrow’s youngsters?
Bully Boy Bankers – Personae non gratae – Why have we allowed them to ruin ours and our children’s lives? This wonderful country used to have bountiful manufacturing, car and aircraft producing, mining, farming and tourist, industries with some services and banking thrown in for good measure. For goodness sake we even had our own gas in the North Sea until the politicians sold it. Now look at us, flat broke, borrowings up to the hilt and still stupidly relying on those greedy ●ankers. We struggle, while they shamelessly wallow in even fatter bonuses, after we, the general public, bailed them out. They keep threatening to leave the U.K. if we take away or tax their disgracefully disproportionately high earnings, so it’s time for Cameron, instead of brown-nosing them, to call their bluff and wish them ‘bon-voyage’ and we can then have a normal, perhaps wage-controlled, co-operatively run, banking system. With the personae non gratae living parasitically instead in far off lands, preferably America so it can have another taste of the unsavoury medicine it dished out to us after instigating this latest bout of uncontrollable worthless avarice, we can then seriously refurbish, replenish and restock our tangible industries before it’s too late.
Remember thanks to those ●ankers, the E.U. directly, and the U.K. indirectly, might soon be monstrously in debt financially to the Chinese. Is that a take-away any of us can really afford?
Do you want to shout about something? – ace@journalist.com
