I have considered fisking this but God knows where to start. Every 8 bits of ASCII in it makes a decent human being want to vomit blood. I have always despised Russell Brand but this takes the cake. Read the whole thing if you can stomach it.
Maggie was a stateswoman who made my life better, Brand is allegedly a “comedian” who has consistenetly failed to make me laugh and he can take his “Bookie-Wook” and stick it up his arse.
Apparenttly Brand has been treated for “sex addiction” (trans: not being able to keep one’s dick in one’s pants – something that normal people learn as toddlers but then Russell Brand is not a normal person – such as the child of a grocer for example). No. Brand is an example of the sub-species H. sapiens bellendius. A member of a related (to us) species not fit to lick Maggie’s toilet bowl clean even after Willie Whitelaw had been round and had partaken of rathere too many sweet sherries than were strictly speaking good for him.
One wonders who his “sexual addiction” played with because he has the intrinsic charm of some form of scote and the general look of a “gentleman of the road” who has been dragged through the Labortaire Garnier backwards – twice. Call me naive but I can’t imagine getting that look without being urinated upon by tramps whilst sleeping in bus-stops and then going for a 3 for 2 at Boots on hair “product”.
As a heterosexual male I like tits but he is a tit unwelcome in this gaff. He would scare the cat apart from anything.
Margaret Thatcher – we shall, alas, never see her like again. Twats like Russell Brand we shall the ilk of again and again and again…
Because simply by being agin anything good or decent or proper they are “cool”. Well, here is the truth. I (and I doubt Maggie was either) averse to a bit of fun and I have done questionable things. Once with a shopping trolley in Leeds. I have been naughty. I knew I was being naughty – that’s why it was fun! Of course much of my fun is totally like whatever but you don’t wanna hear about that do you? You know, “My wife and I played Scrabble”. You want the mental stuff like when I was ticked-off by the fuzz for screwing a Finnish bird against a statue of Sir Walter Raleigh in Whitehall.
She felt the need (she was extremely drunk) to add to the copper that she was writing her MA thesis on him. This is a prime example of something being true (yes, it was) but not useful.
And that at some depraved level is my point. There is something unbelievably priggish about Brand. He seems to want things to be “allowed” (though not drugs – with which he has had capers – no! he wants them banned) whereas the rest of us just do it anyway. He talks about Maggie’s “Schoolmarm-ishness” without realising he is vastly more didactic. Except he and his pals feel they can tell us what we can get away with.
You are not a developed country because you have laws that allow x,y,z. You are because nobody in thousnds of years has thought to enact a law contra x,y,z.
Maggie understood this. Brand clearly does not.
Baroness Thatcher shall be venerated in this nation – and other places – for a thousand years. Russell Brand will have his DVDs in the “bargain bucket” at 99p a go before this post is a week old.
BTW, the Finn was much better looking (and smarter) than Katy Perry. But then she really was a firework, and so was Maggie. My Prime Minister.
NickM, born 1973.