Posts Tagged ‘message’

yup, I’m oh so fuddy-duddy

November 10, 2008

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According to Vacuous Bimbo Extraordinaire.

The poor kid (Georgina Whatserface, that is) is an aspiring model, not an actress.  By the standards of the fashion industry she’s probably too short and too fat.  The only way she’ll achieve that ambition is to break both her legs in two places and starve herself to the point of emaciation.  What fun! I’ve tried the last but never the first.  Still, maybe someday.

Addendum: I have to add though: who could fail to be moved by this ? (I like the pic of Stalin in the background. Very subtle.) He’s endearing, I’ll give him that. Get rid of Wossy and keep him.  At the very least, he’s rather appealing eye candy for the lay-dees. He may also have a role waiting for him as poet laureate (I’d like to apologize for those terrible attacks/Andrew Sachs/I’d like to show contrition to the max/Andrew Sachs/I’d like to create world peace/Between the yellows, whites and blacks/Andrew Sachs). He couldn’t be any worse than the one we’ve got – Andrew Motion who sucks and sucks and sucks some more. He sucks more than anything’s ever sucked before.

Remember This…

July 23, 2008


…She is not worthy of your hatred
She deserves only your indifference.

Addendum: And remember this too:

That she fears your pity more than she fears your hatred. No, she relishes your hatred. Hatred validates her, pity negates her.

Oh yes, and your indifference will probably sedate her.
(Just had to get that one in.)

Some Man/woman/child/cat/dog/hamster/

July 7, 2008


Squirrel called McSlappy (or similar) keeps bothering me. So, here’s something to be getting on with…Kiss, Kiss, Kissy! And here are some song lyrics you may be interested in:

(Sinead O’Connor)      

Margareth Thatcher on TV
Shocked by the deaths that took place in Beijing
It seems strange that she should be offended
The same orders are given by her

I’ve said this before now
You said I was childish and you’ll say it now
“Remember what I told you
If they hated me they will hate you”


England’s not the mythical land of Madame George and roses
It’s the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds
And I love my boy and that’s why I’m leaving
I don’t want him to be aware that there’s
Any such thing as grieving

Young mother down at Smithfield
5 am, looking for food for her kids
In her arms she holds three cold babies
And the first word that they learned was “please”

These are dangerous days
To say what you feel is to dig your own grave
“Remember what I told you
If you were of the world they would love you”

England’s not the mythical land of Madame George and roses
It’s the home of police who kill blacks boys on mopeds
And I love my boy and that’s why I’m leaving
I don’t want him to be aware that there’s
Any such thing as grieving.

Courtesy of these people

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THE EMPEROR’S NEW CLOTHES
(Sinead O’Connor)

It seems like years since you held the baby
While I wrecked the bedroom
You said it was dangerous after Sunday
And I knew you loved me
He thinks I just became famous
And that’s what messed me up
But he’s wrong
How could I possibly know what I want
When I was only twenty-one?

And there’s millions of people
To offer advice and say how I should be
But they’re twisted
And they will never be any influence on me
But you will always be
You will always be
If I treated you mean
I really didn’t mean to
But you know how it is
And how a pregnancy can change you
I see plenty of clothes that I like
But I won’t go anywhere nice for a while
All I want to do is just sit here
And write it all down and rest for a while
I can’t bear to be in another city
One where you are not
I would return to nothing without you
If I’m your girlfriend or not
Maybe I was mean
But I really don’t think so
You asked if I’m scared
And I said so
Everyone can see what’s going on
They laugh `cause they know they’re untouchable
Not because what I said was wrong
Whatever it may bring
I will live by my own policies
I will sleep with a clear conscience
I will sleep in peace
Maybe it sounds mean
But I really don’t think so
You asked for the truth and I told you
Through their own words
They will be exposed
They’ve got a severe case of
The emperor’s new clothes
The emperor’s new clothes
The emperor’s new clothes

Courtesy of these people      

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‘You Cause as Much Sorrow’

I’m full of good intentions
Like I never was before
It’s too late for prevention
But I don’t think it’s too late for the cure
So you call in your minions
And see what you can find
Night time or morning
These hands are sticky but I don’t mind
Why must you always be around?
Why can’t you just leave it be?
It’s done nothing so far but destroy my life
You cause as much sorrow dead
As you did when you were alive
I never said I was tough
That was everyone else
So you’re a fool to attack me
For the image that you built yourself

Just sounds more vicious
Than I actually mean
I really am soft
Yes, I’m tender and sweet
Why must you always be around?
Why can’t you just leave it be?
You’ve done nothing so far but destroy my life
You cause as much sorrow dead
As you did when you were alive
Why must you always ask me?
Why can’t you just leave me be?
You’ve done nothing so far but destroy my life
You cause as much sorrow dead
As you did when you were alive

Courtesy of these people.
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THREE DAYS GRACE LYRICS      

“Just Like You”

I could be mean
I could be angry
You know I could be just like you

I could be fake
I could be stupid
You know I could be just like you

You thought you were standing beside me
You were only in my way
You’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you

You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you
You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you

I could be cold
I could be ruthless
You know I could be just like you

I could be weak
I could be senseless
You know I could be just like you

You thought you were standing beside me
You were only in my way
You’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you

You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you
You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you

On my own, cause I can’t take liven with you
I’m alone, so I won’t turn out like you
Want me to

You thought you were standing beside me
You were only in my way
You’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you

You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you
You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you

I could be mean
I could be angry
You know I could be just like you

Courtesy of these people
Oh, and Miss McSlappy, you asked where the Three Billy Goats Gruff were. Well, Billy Goats Gruff these days aren’t the same as they were when you were a lass. They could be anywhere, doing anything. Oh, I despair, I really do.      

Addendum: And what really, really, really pissed me off about all this, Ms. McSlappy, is that I didn’t even get a glimpse of your beautiful face. I’m bi-curious* and I bet the mere sight of you would have had me packing my bags and setting sail to the Island of Lesbos in an instant.

*I’m not really.  I am only teasing.
Addendum: Not being funny but that blog’s been there since Jack the Ripper was a nipper.  Why are people suddenly complaining about it now?
Another Addendum: Someone on that spoof site, someone I know visits here regularly, accused me of having a ‘victim complex’.  That person may like to read this.


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