Showing posts with label Great Britain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Great Britain. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Aristo's Played Lickspittle to Pepe's Libyan Ex.

So he spurned Le Pew for a more enthusiastic set of Versaillean whores, eh? But then, as he found out, there is no wrath like that of a Pepe scorned.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

The Fox was Ditzy Like a Fox

Again, a reminder of idiocy of judging a man, or woman, by the surface glitter. And a reminder of how few such people seem to be produced by the West anymore. RIP.

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Heckuva job

Day 70. Wonder if Bams is accepting Libya's and Venezuela's help here. They really are his only friends left.

Friday, November 27, 2009

Peer to peer

This is fokken genius.

[REREGURGED]

Could you idiots try to read a little here? I think it is highly worthwhile, about like Iowahawk, yet you mouthbreathers don't give it a chance.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Marg Bar Amrika!, Marg Bar Israel!, Marg Bar Ingilis!

It is a mistake to assume that the ayatollahs, cynical and corrupt as they may be, are acting rationally. They are frequently in the grip of archaic beliefs and fears that would make a stupefied medieval European peasant seem mentally sturdy and resourceful by comparison... One of the signs of Iran's underdevelopment is the culture of rumor and paranoia that attributes all ills to the manipulation of various demons and satans. And, of course, the long and rich history of British imperial intervention in Persia does provide some support for the notion. But you have no idea how deep is the primitive belief that it is the Anglo-Saxons—more than the CIA, more even than the Jews—who are the puppet masters of everything that happens in Iran.

Well, now the Ayatollah has the Anglo-American Master of Recall to deal with.

Friday, February 27, 2009

Monday, February 16, 2009

WTF FCP?

Russian and U.S. satellites smashing into one another hundreds of miles above earth and British and French subs bouncing off each other hundreds of yards below sea level. Now some bright streak shoots across Mr. Rot Arseman's Texas backyard? We should put Palin on the case, maybe we could get some kind of GUT out of her, no?

Sunday, February 08, 2009

Orwell's Londonians?

This story is a little dated (well, for a current events rant blog), but just in case, I posted it. Check out how Londoners didn't respond to five little inches of snow. What's that in centimeters?