Saturday, June 27, 2009

Excuse the clothes, I’ve got a funeral to go to

Back when I was at university I remember being told that one of those French Twats, probably Baudrillard or some cunt, had tried to claim that Michael Jackson represented some kind of postmodern essence though his radical transgression of boundaries, his successful blurring of distinctions between male-female, black-white, natural-synthetic, human-alien etc. within his own body. Perhaps something good may come of Michael’s tragic demise in that these smug, pompous arseholes might now shut the fuck up, at least for a day or two. RIP postmodernism? Christ, I hope so.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Bruce Springsteen - Sherry Darling

The Boss got soul, no shit.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Sexy brain? Get some of this then, lefties!

Judging by the results of the Euro elections Paroubek’s spiteful bid to grasp power by bringing down Topolánek’s government seems to have backfired on him badly – having wiped out Topolánek’s party in the local elections last autumn the Social Democrats slid dramatically into second place this time around, though given Paroubek’s pig-headed tenacity this electoral debacle is unlikely to be enough to dislodge the fat lump of shit from the party leadership and prevent him from marching his comrades on to an ignominious defeat in the general election this autumn.

This abrupt reversal of Topolánek’s fortunes has to be mostly attributed to Paroubek’s buffoonish ineptitude rather than any merit of his own, handed to him on a rather eggy plate. He may however have also been helped by the publication of the photograph above, which though unfortunately blurred shows him with his knob out, reportedly with a boner, at Silvio Berlusconi’s villa. Faced with a choice between Topolánek’s cock and Paroubek’s face, Czech voters have made it abundantly clear which they’d rather look at.

Nice one Mirek old son!