Tag: Social Media
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Jabba The Slut
Christa Pike slithered away from a lethal injection gig in Tennessee, and the internet has dropped its guts on the delay in the dispatch of medical assistance to her. You couldn’t make it up. Why didn’t some canny orderly pop her another cheeky spritz, or even stoop forward with a Spiderman pillow? In fairness to…
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Post Truth
Quite some time ago, I lamented that the UK had gone post-truth. That was amid the chaos of Boris when facts no longer seemed to matter. On social media, it’s all now started to hit new heights, or rather to plumb new depths. How so? Well, I recently commented on a Facebook article regarding a…
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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…
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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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A Flair Cop
England ‘footballer’ Jess Carter has whistled up the cops to probe the online hate directed at her. Yes, you read that right. A shedload of labour-intensive man hours will now be ploughed into an investigation about a handful of hurty words unidigitally prodded into a keyboard by some weary gobshite. Surely, it takes a bit…
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Not a Jot
RIP Diogo Jota. Let’s hope that his loved ones can now process this loss and rebuild their lives the best they can. What a shame that performative mourning didn’t roll over and go woof like the Lambo. It’s always a goulish charade, but the scum and social media hacks just can’t help themselves. The storm…
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Alter Ego
While the world seemingly rattles to hell in a handcart, Fleet Street is losing its collective tagnut croquembouche over an edited photo. It’s difficult to know where to begin with this shizzle, so let’s go straight to the bottom and head further south still. The princess tweaked a picture to improve it. That’s it. She…
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Huw Cares?
Well, that was a shocker – huw knew? My dough had been on that bonkers little tranny child who had appeared on Antiques Roadshow, but he was quickly ruled out. He’s been in an induced coma for several weeks, which given the current trajectory of current affairs seems a sound strategy. Today in court, it…
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Bulley Beef
We’ve had stalker cops, rapist cops, and killer cops. Some are all three. I’d almost forgotten that we have always had the most common flavour of utterly useless cops. That’s the baseline standard. Now we have the Nicola Bulley case where police incompetence is being showcased like never before. They’re all so crap, they can’t…
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DM Me, Hun
Social media is one humming cesspit at the best of times, but it seems to be de rigeur to post a picture of a recently deceased person with a message telling them to ‘fly high’, with a cringeworthy ‘with the angels’ being an optional extra. Sometimes it’s ‘fly high with the angles‘, which I guess…
