TROUGHERS BEWARE! THE HUNT IS ON!

TROUGHERS BEWARE! THE HUNT IS ON!
WHAT BIG TEETH YOU HAVE! Bigger, sharper teeth than our ramblings in the on-line Oldham Evening Chronicle, which are being strangled by ever increasing censorship or moderation as they call it. We, the people of this town have no collective public voice to shout on our behalf, willing to question and challenge the lunacy visited upon us by the numpties in The Tower Of Babble, various thieving MPs, the legions of PC police at GMP, PAT'S, PACT'S, academy lovers, transport 'experts', vastly overpaid Council Officers from Charlie Chuckles downward, quangoes, placemen, do-gooders, do-badders, tree huggers, Brussels and Alcock! You get the idea? We intend to remedy this via the revamped Pigsticker. Now with added fibre. If any of you out there want to join us in restoring the town to it's former pleasant aspect, please feel free to submit articles. No moderation on this site!

Saturday, January 15, 2011

THE OOZE HEAVED, A NOISOME BUBBLE BURST THEN SANK BACK WITHOUT TRACE. THE OOZE SLUMBERED ON UNCHANGED!


I was going to comment on the dire news from Oldham East and Saddleworth but Captain Ranty has done a far better job of it. I reproduce his blog for today in full. I thank him for saying what needed saying and commend you to his further thoughts here.
 


Captain Ranty penned these words about the 14,718 and has the nerve to call them gibbons. This is a calumny of the first order, a gratuitous slur on that fine upstanding creature, the gibbon. In the great scheme of things, gibbons are many rungs above the Lab voters of OE and S on the evolutionary ladder. The Labour voter is a much, much, much less complex form of life than was previously suspected. They are now thought to inhabit a backwater of evolution somewhere between sand and that black sort of mold stuff that grows on your tile grouting.  Scientists believe they have reached the topmost twig on their evolutionary tree and are fated to join  nature's abject failures, such as the arboreal hippopotamus, the uncommon cold virus and John Prescott.
There is no hope of redemption for this town. As private Fraser would have it: "We're doomed, all doomed!"

Once again thanks to Cap'n Ranty 

THE WORD YOU WERE LOOKING FOR WAS ...... NO!

1 comment:

  1. BB,

    Just spotted this.

    Thanks for the link.

    I apologise unreservedly for upsetting any gibbons. You are of course absolutely right: I should have described the retarded 14,718 as pond life. (Which may also be slandering pond life...).

    I'm off to link to your blog.

    Be well,

    CR.

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