Textbooks As Manipulation (Part Two)

I am just going to jump right in to what I was talking about yesterday, so if you didn’t read Part One, go take a step back. So what is this American exceptionalism you ask? Well the term itself is probably less than one hundred years old, but the concept is much older, like Alexis … Continue reading

YES

Fucking yes. http://hackneyhipsterhate.tumblr.com/post/791630426/claptonhousepartycunts That is all.

Um. No.

Stumbleupon brought me across this heap of shit: Surely if there was that much ‘chemistry’ you’d fucking know about it. Unless you had paralysis localised solely in your cock-and-bollock region. I suggest a Stalinist internet purge.

Get Down From That Horse

Ever heard of a place called Xinjiang? It’s kind of a large place. Pretty big, pretty empty too. Ok, what about Tibet? Now, I know you’ve heard of that. Big place, pretty empty. Actually, what about Uyghurs? Have you heard of them? Nope. Hmm. Interesting. So Xinjiang and Tibet have a few things in common … Continue reading

Obviously…

So quit your jibber jabber.

Manufacture THIS

Manufactured pop. The musical equivalent of prison rape*. Am I the only one who is shit sick of these charlatans who call themselves ‘musicians’? Any bugger with a half decent voice can win a karaoke contest. But unless you write your own songs, don’t bother calling yourself a musician. You’re just a little puppet. Seriously, … Continue reading

Virtues of the Vicious

‘So, what brings you here?’, ‘Oh y’know… Mindless hate’. Some of you will know the quote the title refers to. Keen Nicholas Cage fans will note it’s appearance in ‘The Rock’, as said by Sean Connery. For those non-terrible 90’s action movie fans, the full quote is “Patriotism is a virtue of the vicious”, supposedly … Continue reading

The Stumbleupon Experiment

I’ve been on Stumbleupon for a while now. I have about 300 favourite pages. So there must be something out there that I’m interested in. I have a concise yet ranging field of interests for stumbleupon to trawl through. So why does it keep bringing me back shite like a bad sniffer dog who has … Continue reading

What I Wouldn’t Give For Explosives…

It’s one in the morning.   It’s hot.   There is no fan or air conditioning.   Opening the window leaves you subjected to the sounds of China’s ongoing bid to build until ever later hours.   Closing the window doesn’t keep out the noise.   And then there is a motherfucking car alarm.   … Continue reading

Kill Me Now

So finally we are getting back into the swing of things. Things have been hectic recently. I would like to say we’ve recently returned from extensive adventures of dragon slaying and maiden saving. But alas, that would be stretching the realms of credibility – dragon slaying season is obviously later in the year. Anyhow. Have … Continue reading