Category: Sanctimoan
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Thought Vomit #100: I’m an undrid y’know?
There’s something about a man worth millions telling us about austerity that makes my balls shrink. When I began that sentence, I had no idea it was going to end that way, sorry. But it’s true. David Cameron is, as Charlie Brooker says, “a hollow easter egg with no bag of sweets inside.” If that…
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Thought Vomit #95: ft. The Lucas Effect
I had a fleeting brain fart of a thought earlier, and the more I’ve pondered on it, the more sense it begins to make. For about a decade now I have become increasingly annoyed with people who mistakenly believe that being left wing simply means being anti-America (or more precisely, anti-Republican), or that being liberal…
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Thought Vomit #90: ft. The Foxes
Glen Beck is a turd basket. In fact, if you have a moment, he’s a steaming pile of vacuous spite, slowly simmering on a hob made of balls. If I could vomit at will down the telly tubes and have it land on his face I would do so constantly until my stomach turned inside…
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Thought Vomit #82: ft. Bad News
There appears to be a growing and persistent rumour that the Guardian Media Group are about to close down The Observer. This comes on the back of a collapse in advertising revenue that has prompted News International to announce that they’re going to turn their free news sites in to premium services. The latter is…
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Thought Vomit #79: ft. Bang Goes The Theory
Bang Goes The Theory promised to take science out of the lab and put it to the test. That’s possibly a laudable endeavour, especially if there’s a serious intent to bring scientific understanding to a wider audience, but I was left with the distinct taste of bum gravy in my mouth. Leaving aside the irritating…
