The Death Of Culture As We Know It...

So as ever, its time to release...

Y’See, whats filled my camel-hump-of-hate this week (in a way that only Chris “Fair-Weather” Martin can do) is the multiple; and believe me these bell-ends are spreading like rabbits, multiple motherfuckers who embrace a counter-culture and bastardise it as their own.

Now, i know i come across to people who don’t know my good self as some sort of rock/Viking/bearded/twat-end of a person. Hey i kinda like that. But i love all kinds of music and culture and if there is one thing that truly makes my soul hurt like a good Johnny Cash heartbreaker it is these cunts...

Wearing a sparkly T-Shirt in faded grey (sold by Primark, made by an underpaid, poorly nourished asian child) by an artist you neither understood or appreciated is bullshit. Truly bullshit. Much like the makers of your apparel, these people lived, and in some cases (James Brown, JC, Lennon etc) died, whilst making and spreading their art.

And you fuckers (and i mean YOU!) choose to acknowledge this by parading yourselves in something you will never get and something that was never made for you.

If good music and culture is only appreciated by tuned-in-and-turned-off-motherfuckers then i don’t give a flying monkey fuck if I come across as truly cuntish, i ain’t special, but pull your head out of the sand.

Fuck You For Killing My Culture...

Don’t believe me? Someone defecated a Banksy piece recently (http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/top-stories/2009/06/24/banksy-art-vandalised-115875-21466895/)... Seriously, the most anti-establishment figure in our generation (name me someone else who dared fuck with the Giza wall?) and all our nation can summon is destruction rather than appreciation...

Fuck You For Killing Our Culture.

British Standard Column II

10 People That Royally Fuck Me Off In The Modern World...
Or, a list of people deserving a karma driven clusterfuck of pain...

10) Jodie Marsh – Famous for being a slag.

Now maybe it’s just me (or maybe my school really was that shite) but I find it funny how the celebrity world is a microcosm of your time at school.

You all know the girl i’m talking about...

The type that should have had “Easy” tattooed at birth on her forehead, her career projection goes from giving hand-jobs in the toilets at break-time for fag’s, dancing in your local strip club (a story for another time), drug addiction, reproduction with multiple scum-sucking dole chasing cunt balls, domestic violence, drug addiction again (as an addict is anything but god-damn reliable) before finally an early death, with her spawn all ready and waiting to bring the cycle round full circle...


Essentially a Redneck in Great Britain (that would make a good film. Fuck remaking Werewolf in London, lets have hicks fighting the queens guard...) and yet, a point that pains me the most, is that somehow society sometimes unearths a “Gem” such as Marsh.

Society in its idiotic daze (a shitty by-product as the beast is made of nimrods) wipes her shit-stained form off its shoe and rather than casting this oxygen waster back down where she deserves... it places the bitch on some gawdy Daily Star sponsored pedestal for horny teenagers and lorry drivers around the country to play a one woman game of cookie upon.

Now these may seem like harsh words, but just as a positive HIV Positive test doesn’t change in the morning, neither do people. She’s scum...so stop celebrating her you motherfuckers.