Charlatans, crooks, and conmen.
Businessmen and politicians who have dispensed with facts and overdosed us all on lies in their quest for money and power.
So-called ‘activists’ who claim to champion virtuous fightbacks and relentlessly pursue their own fake and dishonest agendas on the backs of the vulnerable.
Society is awash with these villains.
Welcome to the new normal.
Time to call them out.
Roman Knows
I’d almost forgotten about that old wag Roman Abrahamovich. Well, he’s back in the news, this time for not coughing up £2.5b of big, frozen on the grounds of his Russian citizenship. No wonder he’s not playing ball, and good luck to him. Duplicitous government shysters had forced a Chelsea sale and then lassoed the…
Rachel Hatred
When Chancellor Rachel Reeves first broke the manifesto promises on taxes, she said that she wouldn’t come back for more. ‘From now on, it’s on us’. And then she came back for more. Not to tax us, you understand, but to ‘ask us to contribute’. It’s that kind of snide, gaslighting that defines the liberal…
Turkeys Voting
Illegal migration is all the rage – or at least all the rage is illegal migration – but how many of us have twigged the bonkers political phenomenon across the mainstream parties that appears to characterise the response? Here’s the reveal: many of the most vociferous politicians on the migration moral panic are from minority…
Game’s Gone
Six years ago, I started posting opinions online, lamenting that we had strayed down the path of the post-fact/post-truth. Nothing could have prepared me for where we find ourselves today. Game’s gone. A BBC newsreader, Martine Croxhall, has been sternly rebuked for correcting her teleprompter that referred to ‘pregnant people’, by adding ‘women’. Surely, it…
The Blartist Formerly Known As Prince
Well, that’s progress and probably the step required to pluck the Windsors from the precipice. Andrew’s is to face deprivation of his titles. But will it work? At the end of the day, integrity is doing the right thing when nobody is looking. The voluntary measures two weeks ago now seem like a tepid stab…
The Grand Old Duke of York
In the latest edition of the death by a thousand cuts, Prince Andrew has been relieved of a few gongs and will no longer use his Duke of York title. Note that unlike Virginia Giuffre, it hasn’t been stripped, flung around like a rag doll, and binned. It feels like we are being marched up…
Shit Stabber
I was, to be fair, agog at the synagogue and what unfolded in Manchester yesterday. Of course, there will a busload of performative bullshit from the Manchester clubs in the Premier League this weekend. Probably black armbands and some applause in the 66,000th minute to remember the Gazans who’ve lost their lives in the current…
You Can Keep Your Hatton
RIP Ricky Hatton – any death is sad, but it’s all the more a tragedy when the person passing still has so much life to live. Cue a minute’s applause at the Etihad. They just can’t help themselves, can they? I’d wager we’d all rather be laying to rest the cancer of virtue signalling and…
Greta Garble
Don’t look away – Greta’s back. We’d all rather hoped she’d discovered rough cider and cock by now – perhaps even grunted out a spazzer or three – but no, the slacktivist gravy train – or rather the gravy boat – is still chugging. That’s in both the ‘moving slowly making muffled explosive sounds’ and…
Cop Cosplay
Top cop Sir Mark Rowley has defended officers after five tooled-up rozzers swooped on Heathrow to snare a guy who had pinged out a few tweets back in April. Unsurprisingly, that blew up in his face as abruptly as a silicon-pumped Rio trans-buttock. Now that his senior officers have been exposed as weapons-grade berks, this…
Amorim Job
Forget Reuben Amorim for just for one second. Man United are thinking about replacing goalkeeper André Onana with an epileptic Thalidomide impaled on a clothes prop. A tasered flid would after all fare better with crosses than a poundshop Baron Samedi with two left hands. Amorim himself has demonstrated success only in outpacing the frenetic…
Führ Right
It beats me how flying English or British flags can be deemed ‘far-right’ per se. There’s always been a blissfully ignorant irony adhering to the flag-shagging moniker being mercilessly tossed out by swivel-eyed Euro-loons, who themselves blunderbuss the horrendous gold and blue motif into their every output. There are of course the usual suspects who…
Smelling of Ruses
I’m probably way off the pace with this Alaska conflab, but it looks like a reshuffling of the cards in a typical Trump deal. The lore of deal-making – whatever piffle gets pushed out will be lauded as ‘great’, and the two leaders will come up smelling of ruses. It’s a funny old world right…
Three Irons
Well, thank God that shambles is over. I’ve not been as bemused since the World Downs Syndrome Championship when Mongolia chalked up a bonus chromosome in stoppage time. If a team as manifestly cack as England can triumph in any tournament, this tells you everything you need to know about this dogshit variant of the…
Les Misérables
Much has been made about the cosplaying of women footballers – you know, the whole on-pitch slo-mo performative dance, together with the vacuous press conferences, minging magazine articles, asshole adverts, unmeritorious medals, and the tosspot Tik Tok turdbait. The overreach and grim gaslighting are embarrassing. Perhaps a thumping by Spain in the Euro final might…
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