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Our villains
charlie really doesn't like Snow Patrol
Just when you didn't think the identikit iteration of Travis, Coldplay, Keane, Embrace yadda yadda yadda couldn't get any more blatant.
To be honest I don't know which band needs to shoulder the blame, they all kind of blur into one for me, but I think that Snow Patrol have the most annoying name so they are going to be the default target.
It's not just because their music and lyrics are bland, there's also the mandatory pseudo-intellectual justification for my illogical dislike: in this case, I reckon it's because it's branded Music that Makes you Think, But Not Too Hard.
Actually, that's not a very good reason, either way, look at them, especially that one staring inscrutably into the camera. What a cunt.
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GypsyBoy really doesn't like Abi Titmuss
Rotting shell of a human being.
Famous purely for being a cum bucket for c-list celebrities.
There are names for girls like this.
And they are "worthless slut" and "media whore".
Or "media slut" and "worthless whore".
Whichever you prefer.
If you ever get the chance, punch her in the face before fucking her like a child.
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Ross really doesn't like Jimmy Carr
'Deadpan' comedian I'd like to see bludgeoned dead..with a pan!!!!!!!!
It's the mixture of charmlessness and ubiquity that makes Jimmy Carr my immediate first choice. He seems to have a stranglehold on the post-watershed airwaves, yet there's no substance, heart or warmth in his comedy. He's Iain Lee with a better agent. He's a reactionary 70s club comic without the sense of timing. To bring things down to his level, imagine if Lloyd Cole and Thomas the Tank Engine were gaylords and fucked and had a baby it would look like Jimmy Carr ahahaha i've had my cake and aten it.
Boo to Jimmy Carr.
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The Mighty Reptile really doesn't like Rupert Murdoch
Controller of 70% of the world’s news media and the man generally held responsible for buggering up the standard of television journalism this antipodean arse hole has to be one of the most dangerous men on the planet. His control of satellite broadcasting to large areas of the globe has meant that he has been able to stamp his personal brand of Corporate-Conservatism on much of the broadcasting world. When the BBC enraged the Chinese authorities with a retrospective of the Teinenman Square demonstrations Murdock obligingly switched off BBC broadcasts to Southeast Asia that is the kind of unholy alliance you would expect from a man who in my opinion certainly tops the list of “people most likely to be the antichrist”
To give him his due he is probably the finest businessman the modern world has produced but that does not stop him from being a cunty cunty shit wank bitch fuck puss cum ass bitch bastard bastard bastard cunt. If anyone out there is considering becoming a sociopath anarchist please could you assassinate this man, he so richly deserves it.
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The Mighty Reptile really doesn't like The Sing er From Kasabian
Let us imagine listening Kasabians modern pop hit "Club Foot", hmmm, you think quite a pleaseing dance rock thing in a mid nineties, Fools Gold, Early Chemical brothers remixes of the Charlatans Sort of way and then this happens...
"friends, take control of me
Stalking cross' the gallery
All these pills got to operate
The colour quits and all invade us
There he goes again
Take me to the edge again
All I got is a dirty trick
I'm chasin down the wolves to save ya"
Thats right thy're shit lyrics and they don't get better in their other songs either. This guy is talentles cunt and deserves to be slapped, hard.
Also the Club Foot video casts them as some kind of resistance radio station a la Radio Free Hungary, Cunts!!!!
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Kenny really doesn't like Michael Howard
Because he's a fucking immigrant, coming over here freeloading off our deep seated British racism.
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Kenny really doesn't like Jacques Derrida
The gushing anus of postmodernism, Derrida spewed pointless vapid impenetrable nonsense more widely referenced (and so more deserving of hatred) than any of the other flange-mongering pustucles who are also guilty of subverting, distracting and destroying the intellectual discipline that had previously marked our species out. He was hallowed by influential idiots the world over as one of the most important thinkers of the 20th century, making him all the more of a cunt of unique and grotesque proportions.
Read it and weep:
Interviewer: September 11 gave us the impression of being a major event, one of the most important historical events we will witness in our lifetime, especially for those of us who never lived through a world war. Do you agree?
Derrida: Le 11 septembre, as you say, or, since we have agreed to speak two languages, "September 11." We will have to return later to this question of language. As well as to this act of naming: a date and nothing
more. When you say "September 11" you are already citing, are you not? You are inviting me to speak here by recalling, as if in quotation marks, a date or a dating that has taken over our public space and our private lives for five weeks now. .... For the index pointing toward this date, the bare act, the minimal deictic, the minimalist aim of this dating, also marks something else. Namely, the fact that we perhaps have no concept and no meaning available to us to name in any other way this "thing" that has
just happened, this supposed "event." An act of "international terrorism," for example, and we will return to this, is anything but a rigorous concept that would help us grasp the singularity of what we will be trying to discuss. "Something" took place, we have the feeling of not having seen it coming, and certain consequences undeniably follow upon the "thing."
But this very thing, the place and meaning of this "event," remains ineffable, like an intuition without concept, like a unicity with no
generality on the horizon or with no horizon at all, out of range for a language that admits its powerlessness and so is reduced to pronouncing
mechanically a date, repeating it endlessly, as a kind of ritual incantation, a conjuring poem, a journalistic litany or rhetorical refrain
that admits to not knowing what it's talking about. We do not in fact know what we are saying or naming in this way: September 11, le 11 septembre, September 11. The brevity of the appellation (September 11, 9/11) stems not only from an economic or rhetorical necessity. The telegram of this metonymy-a name, a number-points out the unqualifiable by recognizing that
we do not recognize or even cognize that we do not yet know how to qualify, that we do not know what we are talking about.
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