A Bunch of Shits

Al-this, al-that - all a bunch of horrible wankers.

The latest shower of shit, I have mentioned before on this blog; this is those pathetic and equally terrifying Afs - "Al-Shabab" (I like the idea of "Al-Kebab" - has anyone done that yet?).  These are the arseholes who like to whip people for the appalling"sin" of dancing...

These untermenschen are have apparently threatened to carry out attacks on shopping centres in the USA and in England and elsewhere.

Why do they do this?  Why don't they just remain in their African shithole, where there is plenty of room, and spend their days on their knees worshipping their stupid god?

Remember al-this and al-that, god did not make man! No - it was the other way around!

WAKE UP!

Oh gawd, I am an infidel - it keeps me awake at nights - does it mean I don't get the 72 virgins? Well pay attention Al-kebab: I don't want any bloody virgins, so just piss off all right?

Until the next time.

(Charlie is very cool)

14th February 2015

St Valentine's day is always the lowspot of the year for reasons recorded here three years ago.

Those of you who talk of "time, the great healer" don't know what you are talking about.

This year the blues are worse because of this nightmare:

Bluetooth: the most infuriating, time-wasting, frustrating pile of piss-useless crap  with which I have ever had the misfortune to deal.  I have wasted countless hours trying to make this rubbishy system work; if it NEVER worked that would be one thing, but here it works when I don't want it to, or it works for a while and just stops or as now it doesn't work at all.

Surely there must be millions of fellow sufferers out there in the "Blogosphere"; you have my sympathy and understanding.  

It ties in with one of the greatest all-time lies (like "the cheque's in the post) which is "Plug and Play".

I have complained before about this LIE.  And I have also pointed out, entirely fairly that if motor-manufacturers produced cars as useless as some of this junk, there'd likely be murder done, which in my view could rightly be called "justifiable homicide."

Not a happy bunny today.

Until the next time.