Bobby Fortyseven
Nov 24, 2014
The Tyranny of some is due to the cowardice of others
I read this yesterday and I’ve read it today and it’s much bloody worse reading this catalogue of injustice the second bloody time round.
I mean, how did this idea of secreting the truth take root and who planted the seed and allowed the lie to germinate. And that’s what has happened. One bloody highly paid suit came to the conclusion that it’d be good and best practice to hide the truth and the rest, the bloody underlings, all march in step and continue the falsehood that this good man was being well served by those in charge of his care.
Bloody hell! And why is it that this good lads Mother has had to fight in this way for so long with so little help and cooperation from those who should be on their side. The barstards!
It’s makes you sick. I bloody hate them. I do! I hate them and their bloody ‘holier than bloody thou’ attitude that’s it’s them and only them who are able and capable of delivering what’s good enough for us, what we should know and what we shouldn’t know because we can’t handle the truth and are incapable of reacting intelligently and responsibly with the full facts.
It’s bloody arrogance! And what will happen to them? Buggar bloody all! They’ll twist and wriggle on the hook, throw a double bloody six, go sick and then, if we’re bloody lucky, they’ll get shoved toward the door with a handsome exit package and the bloody good fortune to tip up elsewhere and repeat the exact same mistakes in some other public service area never once being held to account for what happened to the Mainman and his family
Bobby Fortyseven
Dec 3, 2014
Don’t Give Money To Beggars At Christmas Say Bastards Who Run Homelessness Charities
Well I give money to beggars whenever I can. It’s of no concern to me how my gift impacts upon them or those who claim that Im wrong. I couldn’t care less. Giving some poor soul a quid from my deminishing pile is the very least I can do to support those who’ve taken a different route in life to me and all the others who can sit at home, feel loved and warm and be free of the burden of trying, as James has done and turning this issue on its head, spinning it round and pretending to themselves that they, and only they know what’s bloody best.
Besides, it makes me feel good about me and I ain’t gotta gather around a table attending pointless meetings that allow the great and the good to tell me why it’s possible to be wrong when you give a little of yourself to those less fortunate. Thankfully, I, and many others, don’t have to gaze in awe at some graph that shows beggars do not benefit from the kindness of others. Free of the burden that Charities, and their huge bloated infra structures know bloody best, I’ll continue to shove a quid in the hand of someone who ain’t doing as well as me
Bobby Fortyseven
Dec 4, 2014
Don’t Give Money To Beggars At Christmas Say Bastards Who Run Homelessness Charities
The World is going bloody mad. Here we all are trudging round in debt that’ll see off an entire generation of youngsters who’ve absolutely no chance of ever being free of the chaos we’ve created and what are they doing up and down the Country? Bloody focussing on the poor sodding beggars and drunks who just happen to blight the landscape of our bloody shiney and happy clappy world.
Good grief! Leave the beggars and drunks be. Give them some respite from the terrible debilitating situation they find themselves in. We’ve had folk begging and getting blasted out of their brains way before we got our hands on the printing press and began transmitting our views on shite like this. We’ve really got no problem with begging and we’ve really got no problem with folk who like to get inebriated on a consistent basis. They ain’t the bloody problem. It ain’t them. It’s bloody us. We’re the bloody problem. No beggar or drunk has ever done me, you or anyone else any harm at all. Leave them bloody be!
The bloody Council want us to stop and not divert our money to the beggars! Id like to stop diverting our bloody money to the Councils who really are the source of all our woes. They sit around their lovely Oak table dispensing pear and heart shaped droplets of words and bloody wisdom pretending that they know best when they can’t manage to deliver the most simple and straightforward basic public services without turning it into some excercise in gimmick’ry and blue sky thinking that reduces us all into a state of mass confusion.
Give me a beggar and a drunk to break bread with any day of the week, thank you very much. Id sooner listen to them and their thoughts on life than read one word a Council shovels out as they grasp hold of yet another pointless issue which will generate a shed load of meetings, a library of graphs and some fat bloated suit on a salary Id strangle the wife for, who’s just had ‘begging’ added to his highly impressive portfolio of responsibility.
And as for Charities, don’t even get me started on them. They’ve become a haven for the highly paid executives and upper management who are now deeply embedded within the organisation because some fool decided that if we want the best we’ve gotta start paying for the best. Just like the bloody Council, many of these Charities have become a teat for the fat and bloated to suck upon.
No! There’s nothing wrong with the street beggars. They are nice people who ain’t doing us any harm at all!
Bobby Fortyseven
Dec 18, 2014
Pauline Got Promoted! DWP Management Psychobabble Is Turning Jobcentres Into Cults
It’s all so tragic. To think that these twats, these operationally dull lightweight thinking twats found a safe haven beneath the canopy of public service.
I despise them. Truly I do. If God forbid, I was gifted the bad news, ‘well fatso, your arteries are all clogged up and you’ve a month to live before you drop down dead and fly off to meet your maker’, I’d seriously consider taking one of these blue sky thinking, gimmick laden orators of undiluted shite with me on my journey to the hereafter.
God above! To think that ‘they’ still don’t grasp the new reality that is we see them as fools and a burden upon our way of life. Consumed by their own egos, their sense of entitlement and this strange dogma of self promotion, they continue to shovel out this undiluted bollocks that is so openly stupid and pitched at such a very low level, only a dull primate could become inspired by the Codswallop that’s served up by these idiots.
Imagine if you can, getting washed up on some South Sea deserted island and it’s you tied, tethered and bound to this stupid woman Lambert and you know, beyond any doubt that it’s just you and her for the next five years of your miserable life. Imagine the horror of that! Years of endless bollocks relentless being pumped Into your ears as you crouch upon the sand, desperately trying to keep the fire going and cook whatever the ocean has thrown at you during its latest lament that it’s choppy and turbulent waters had’nt managed to consume this purveyor of bollocks and end the bloody misery that would ensue.
Me? If I had a small pocket Derringer in my waistcoat pocket and the chamber contained a single bullet, Id face the setting sun, say my fond fare thee well’s to the world and I’d happily blow my brains out rather than spend one more hour listening to the endless conveyor belt of rancid drivel and tripe that Miss Lambert was capable of shovelling my way.
Yes! Without a moments hesitation Id blow my brains out and be happy knowing that whilst the exit wound hurt more than Id have liked, at least, at the very least, I didn’t have to get into the gutter, displease my God and strangle the life out of my tormentor Miss Sandra Lambert.
Bobby Fortyseven
Jan 2, 2015
Christmas, New year and beyond…
What Im about to transmit ain’t going to please my dear and good friend the mighty Paul Cardin. More than likely, he’ll read this offering, slam his front door shut, hurtle down the A49 to Hereford, tap on me door and stab me in the eye with a soft leaded pencil because Im preaching ‘Vote UKIP’.
Yep! Im going to vote UKIP. Madness ain’t it and in a short passage of time Im going to explain why. But, first and foremost, as always, other than the UKIP issue, I agree with everything my friend says. I always do but as far as UKIP is concerned, it’s this area that I take an opposite view to Paul.
When it comes to the next election Im putting my cross against the name of the UKIP Candidate who will rid me of this European Union which, in my view is the greatest man made social engineering mistake since Hitler decided the German people required more living space.
This UKIP Candidate that I will vote for could be the ugliest man or woman ever born. They could have three sixes tattooed on their buttocks, have cloven feet, two stumps on their forehead that can only be the beginnings of horns growing on their head and I don’t care. They could be the Anti Christ and it’ll have no impact upon me whilst Im stood in the Polling Booth. Im voting UKIP.
This Candidate could be the most thick and unintelligent person ever to spring forth from a Loving Mothers loins and still, even then, I’ll vote UKIP because I want out of this European Union.
Yes, Im willing to take the hand of Lucifer and all his little handmaidens to ensure that this European Union is broken up and Europe does not start its Third World War.
I began to think differently a couple of years ago when I met a lad called Igor from Latvia who was picking fruit in Hereford. We fish together and we talk. He’s a Bio Chemist and a former University Lecturer and he’s in Hereford, working sixty to seventy hours a week on the minimum wage and he lives in a Home of Multi Occupancy that contains another twenty two highly educated migrants who either pick fruit or pluck bloody chicken.
For my part, I will never grasp the economic sense in Igor leaving his home and spending his highly educated brain picking bloody fruit in the orchards of Hereford. What of his home economy? How on earth does it benefit Latvia. Yes! He sends money home to support his family and it benefits the Latvian economy but the pounds earned in Hereford are not recycled locally and other than making a local farmer rich because he’s able to exploit this model of cheap labour, it doesn’t do a great deal to help my local economy.
The whole economic model of free movement of people is nonsensical and completely unsustainable. In short, it’s a madness and the burden upon public services is much to great to bear.
But the worst madness is the political frictions that are currently developing in the many East and Central European countries who are as divided as the Ukraine. Many want to be tied to Mother Russia and many want what the EU promises that is, ‘come and join us in the land of Milk and Honey for everyone.’
A democratically elected government was overthrown in Ukraine because the West of that land wanted to eat popcorn, walk on block paving and become westernised while the East wanted to remain free of the EU and NATO. Other nations like Belarus and Georgia are faced with the exact same problem and it’s going to get worse before it gets better.
The mandarins of Brussels have been pushing, seducing and edging their way ever closer in their thirst to create an expansion of their land and it has nothing to do with free trade and free movement of people. It’s entirely down to one single thing. The EU wants to grow and grow and grow, rule everyone and rid themselves of the notion that any of us have an individual nationality, indidual law, cultural identity and an ability to make our own way in the world.
If we continue as we are, very very soon, NATO will begin edging closer to the Countries that are in turmoil over this ‘West and East’ issue and who they wish to be aligned to, and before we know it our political leaders will sanction military bases in places that will prove to be very uncomfortable to Putin and Mother Russia.
And then, once the stage is set, you’ve got the beginnings of a conflict of ideology, another sort of Cold War and the chance that some fool will attack a NATO Country. Course, once we reach the stage that pits one of our so called allies against the other side, the recipe for bloody war is completed.
The Ukraine is just the beginning. Other Countries will follow, there will be further conflicts to come because some want the EU and others will want Mother Russia and all because the EU and Baroness bloody Ashton wanted to build their empire and become bigger and more mighty than they were before.
This is the way of things. This is what political leaders do. They want their name in a history book even if it’s only a brief and short reference in Chapter Six, titled, ‘ The Folly of EU Expansionistic Policy’.
Yep! Im voting UKIP and anyone who thinks otherwise disagrees with me
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