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Ed Balls nasty man


David Davis

I’m saving my virginity for this election.

When I was a young boy, we were sometimes being warned, usually by our parents, about people called “nasty men”. We were all of course quite familiar with the history of WW2, as it had just occurred that morning in relative terms, so we wondered if Stalin was the finger-man, or if it was somebody else such as the Gestapo or the SD (as boys, we all were quite familiar with what the SD did and why, for it was only the 1950s). We didn’t think it was German Generals, since we knew all about these by name, and mostly they were “clean” insofar as behaviour on battlefronts was concerned. Even as sx- and seven-year-olds, we accepted a few departures from full Geneva-Convention-Stuff, “in the heat of battle” sort of thing. We even weathered the Cuban Missile Crisis without being “afraid to die”. It was only 1962, sex had not yet been invented, and so therefore we “knew that we were right”, and that “all will turn out for the best, boys!” in the end.

I now know what these “nasty men” were, and one of them is this one here. They were not people that my sad mum called “men who want to play with your wee-wee” ( I have never, ever, ever understood what the attraction of this might be, especially as it now smells most of the time whatever I do to the blasted thing) but actually politicians of the anti-liberal-Political Enemy-Class”.

If Ed Balls wants to come and play with my wee-wee, then everybody has his price, and I have mine. He can fondle my wee-wee, and suck me off (it will do nothing for me as I know this already: the practice of “fellatio”, forced on young men who didn’t see the point of it, by feminist women in the early-70s, appeared to me to be disgusting, un-necessary and totalitarian, since women were already pre-equipped with all the required apparatus anyway and the human mouth was not needed for the process) or do what he wants…but this is the price….. All remaining structures, political, concrete and virtual, that were ever Raised In This Land by the Socialists, and latterly by the GramscoFabiaNazis, will have to come down.

For ever.

And I mean _/ever/_ .

Soclialism must be eliminated, totally. For ever.

If the nasty-man wants to suck my wee-wee, then that is the cost.

Easter Saturday plane porn


David Davis

Now, if we could combine the power of this sort of stuff with the morality and goodness of old John Sentamu seen below, we’d do good. And for all you saddoes looking for “Easter Porn” (very very strongly typed google-string into ours right now), here it is! (And we know who you are, but don’t worry, we won’t grass you….)

What being a point-defense-jet fighter is all about

What being a point-defense-jet fighter is all about

Porn … Why can’t politicians (or their husbands) be paid to watch the stuff?


Just have a look at this lot, and see who you’d want to shag. Just do:-

 

slags, 10p an hour

slags, 10p an hour...they pay you.

 

Perhaps you’d rather have these. here are a couple…

David Davis

After all, are not these politicians, and their hereditary family-successors-in-office, and their “advisers”, supposed to be our Guardians? Are not they supposed to know what it is that the masses should be prevented from seeing?

__Surely___  , what is more important here is why, exactly, “Mrs” “Jacqui” “Smith” …

(1) needs someone called a “Commons Adviser”, and…

(2) it needs to be her “hus-band”?

Isn’t she in the House of Commons because she knows why she is there and what she thinks she ought to do? What was the point of electing her if she needed “advice”? Is her “hus-band” actually directing Interior Ministry policy? I think we ought to be told.

Other bloggers have missed the real issue here. He can watch all the porn he likes, but he must not influence policy except by his vote.

Or did all the “Blair Babes” need advice? If so, then about what? If she really does not need advice, then why can’t her “hus-band” watch porn movies to assuage his misery at being associated with such a bad person?

Guido Fawkes does not think it’s right that Mr Jaqcui Smith should have his w***s paid for by the taxpayer. I think it’s cheaper than paying his “wife” for not living in other people’s houses.

Oh dear: soon I shall be in a minority of one. The Devil rips the trousers of the Smiths too. For my part, I think that petting the bastards have £67 for some pornography is small change: after all, tha poor fellow couldn’t get a proper wife to shag, so he had to make do with a socialist hardbint from the 80s Hertford JCR, who has a face like the underside of a gearbox. Christ knows what the rest of her body is like: I guess it’s a mercy she does not appear in the cited films. (Or does she?)

Frankly, I think the other really heavy stuff all these buggers claim for is much worse, like people they don’t really employ, such as family members (you can’t shag your children – at least not unless you are a GramscoFabiaNazi, and even then it’s hard to get away with at present) and other people’s houses which they never live in.

UPDATE1:– I think The Last Ditch has it actually right here.

And God saw what man had done in his hubristic wind/fart-turbine-ness, and lo, He Was Wroth


David Davis

And yea, verily did God smite the false turbines in His Anger, to teach Man a lesson about “fossil fuels” which God had Laid Before Man Without Let Or Hinderance.

And God said: “Men: why hast ye pandered, in despite of my strictures and manuals (RTFM) to the energetics of the Devil, when all you saddo buggers had to do was pump out of the ground the stuff I furnished you with?  C***s. ”

I’m sure that actually it’s due to the Flying-Spaghetti-Monster.

Burning women? NO! … Smoke your own foods? YES!


David Davis

Thought you might all like this. In case it ever goes off, I’ve put on the whole thing. Libertarians ought to be concerned about the creeping State campaign to abolish food that tastes of anything whatsoever. Also, as bought food becomes scarcer owning to clampdowns on lilberal capitalism and free sale of goods without rationing, people will need to know how to grow, farm, gather or otherwise get their own food, and then how to make it taste nice and also LAST LONGER (there is likely to be less electricity to run fridges, even those which survive the coming endarkenment and are still working:-

Smoked foods: how to make your own

It may be illegal to light up a cigarette in a pub, but home-smoked foods are a trend that’s being ignited.

Rose Prince with a plate of trout and prawns

Home smoking: Rose Prince with a plate of trout and prawns Photo: Andrew Crowley

My father used to smoke Player’s Perfectos. They were short, plump and fantastically strong. I knew this last bit first hand, having stolen a handful when inadmissibly young, and tried them out in a hollow box hedge in the garden. He stopped keeping his cigarettes in a box after that.

I didn’t really resent the smoking – as far as I knew he had been born with a cigarette in his hand – except in the car. Our family car had no back seat belts and, in addition to the wind up windows, little sail-shaped vents that opened outwards; especially convenient for smokers to flick their ash, but ineffective ventilators. On long car journeys, we four children bounced around on the back seat, gradually kippered.

I miss cigarettes in pubs, or at least those people who like a cigarette with a drink. Most days the tumbleweed blows through our local, even though it sells quite decent food. In September this year, the British Beer and Pub Association reported that between January and June, there were 36 pubs closing each week, five per day. It is impossible to predict, with fuel and beer prices so high, what proportion of the blame falls upon the government’s decision to ban smoking in pubs. But why did the pubs kill themselves by never installing proper ventilation? Most just stank.

The only smoke to be sniffed now in restaurants is a whiff of it wafting off a slice of smoked salmon. Occasionally, however, something more interesting is going on with chefs “home-smoking” their own fish, pork and duck. The latest trend is to hot-smoke food over burning tea. ‘Lapsang smoked’ is the thing, turning up in a number of restaurants as a long-lost Chinese method. Salad of tea smoked venison with parsnip and quince was an inviting item on a recent Claridge’s menu.

It does not work, of course. Most recipes for tea smoking insist you combine the tea leaves with rice and sugar and the food tastes like it was stuffed up the chimney of a waste incinerator. I tried smoking over the leaves alone, only to get a less confused, mildly smoky tang. It all became rather expensive, too. For any real effect you need lots.

Using wood chips might not be innovative, but their vaporising resins genuinely transform something relatively humble, like trout or pheasant, into an elegant delicacy. Buy a cheap stove-top smoker (see below), or sacrifice an old roasting pan and metal rack to the tar, using foil for a lid. It is all very easy. A whole fish can take as little as fifteen minutes and a duck breast about 30-40 minutes.

But which foods work and which do not? With raw prawns, I found only the shells tasted smoky. Far better were foods like whole fish and breast fillets from game and poultry, all of which benefit from gentle cooking, after which they taste delicately of the oils in the smoke and are unusually juicy. Slices of aubergine also taste good, if dressed after smoking with olive oil, ricotta cheese and a few toasted sourdough breadcrumbs.

Remember that the hot smoking method ‘cooks’ the food – you will not end up with transparent slices of fish, as with cold smoked salmon. And, once you start smoking your own food, it is a good idea to keep a record of your successes and their related weights and timings, variety of wood chips and any additional herbs or spices.

If there is anything left to say about this easy cooking method, it is the bleeding obvious: remember to open the window.

SHOPPING BASKET

You can build your own stove-top smoker by placing wood chips in the bottom of a roasting pan, a sheet of foil on top, a wire rack on top of that – for the food – and finally a lid made from foil. I found it better, in the end, to buy a purpose built type.

Stovetop Smoker with Lid costs £43.99 from Nisbets, which can home deliver (0845 1405555; www.nisbets.com This spacious, simple gadget is made from stainless steel that holds the smoke inside without allowing it to escape. It made a good job of my brown trout (see recipe) and duck breasts. As it’s made of steel it warps slightly when hot, which makes the sliding lid a bit sticky, but it is otherwise practical and cleanable. Put the wood chips in the bottom of the pan, lay over a specially designed tray followed by a rack. Oil the rack, put the food on top and then the lid. Place over a medium heat – timings for cooking are provided. Four varieties of wood chip are available: alder, cherry, hickory and white oak – £5.49.

The delicate flavour of brown trout, cooked over alder smoke, turns out to be quite extraordinarily gentle and subtle. Waitrose is the place to go for brown trout from an organic British farm.

Franklins (01767 627644 for prices; www.franklins.co.uk sells duck breasts, quail, game birds and chicken. John Franklin rears, kills and dresses poultry on his Bedfordshire farm. Visit the farm shop or ask for home delivery.

DIVERSITY: Let’s all now celebrate “indigenous” cultures and “native peoples”. Let’s do this in, say, Bolton, and see what “The Sun” says…


I seem to remember that we pretty much supressed Suttee in India, by agreeing that although is was “their custom” to burn the widow, it was “our custom” immediately afterwards, to hang the murderers.

The pictures are quite high-res: what the f*** was the f*****g   journalist doing, then? Stopping this obscenity, or filming it?

David Davis

If it’s bad-in-Bolton, and we still couldn’t get away with it, isn’t it equally Nasty-and-Gross  in New-Guinea?

I expect it’s a young woman who’d been shagged by one too many “tribal” “elders”. Yep. Burn her. That’s all right isn’t it.

These buggers clearly “love death” (but not, er, ummmm, their own.)

It’s all about diversity of course, and we need to undergo sensitivity-training, to be able to understand why they need to burn this poor young woman.

Car tyres help of course. Oh, and petrol! How could I have forgotten…..?????  Not only can they thumb their nose at our morals, but they can use our technology to make their rituals more exciting.

How long before this sort of thing creeps back to Bolton, or Liverpool?

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