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Follow the Munchkin

Elon(gatedEgo) the self-professed “free speech absolutist” has been wielding the ban-hammer quite a lot recently. A more notable victim has been Jack Sweeney, who had an account which twatted every time Mulch moved his jet – a Gulfstream G650, call sign N628TS, for any air-geeks out there.

Now, it’s important to note that Jack is not doing anything illegal, either here or in the states, as aircraft locations are publicly available information. Jack also published the location of Chump’s clapped out 757. It’s just that Mulch doesn’t like that kind of publicity, and he banned Jack’s Twatter accounts on the spurious grounds that it’s a security risk.

So be it! Here’s a link where you can find Elon’s penis substitute in real time:

https://www.youtube.com/live/GBDpPVTolvs?feature=share

And here’s the link for Jack’s other places:

https://grndcntrl.net/links/

Bad Service, Media, Politics, Pretentious Crap

TwitFer-Twat

My Twitter account has just been suspended!

I mean – I did it myself shortly after Mulch took over, mainly in response to the appalling, heartless and spineless way in which he sacked most of his workforce. But I went back, and now I’ve been suspended. “What for?” I hear you cry.  Apparently I called some racist blonde fascist a bimbo. At least – I think that was it. I can’t get in to see. I can’t get the account unsuspended until I delete the Tweet, but I can’t delete the Tweet because my account is suspended. Seriously, you can’t make this shit up.

It’s very sad, but Twitter is no longer what it was. Mulch is engaged in a solo race to the bottom  and has turned Twitter into a sad shadow of it’s former glory – a nasty, feral place full of racism, conspiracy theories and right-wing bile. It is now his vanity project – a place where only those prepared to brown-nose the Mulchkin get shunted to the top of the feed, such that you’re met with these puffs front and centre whenever you log on.  Algorithms boosting the toadies and the grovelers.

All power to those who want to stay there and fight this repugnant slide into meanness and mediocrity, but this time I realise that I’ve wasted too much time on it and really can’t be arsed to go back. That said, there’s a double standard here that needs to be called out. Mulchkin calls himself a “free speech absolutist” and has said some pretty vile things about those he doesn’t like or agree with.  Now, I’ll say this bit slowly so the knuckle-draggers on the right can understand it –

YOU CAN’T HAVE FREE SPEECH THE WAY MULCHKIN PREACHES IT AND THEN IMPOSE RULES ABOUT WHAT PEOPLE CAN SAY.

It’s called hypocrisy – go look it up.

Politics, Pretentious Crap

This just in

“Prime Minister Theresa May has weighed into a row about Jo Brand. The comedian made a joke on BBC Radio 4 about the recent spate of milkshakes being thrown at politicians.

“Why bother with a milkshake when you could get some battery acid?” she asked, adding: “I’m not going to do it. It’s purely a fantasy.”

Ms Brand was accused by Brexit Party leader Nigel Farage, who has had milkshakes thrown at him by protesters, of “inciting violence”. Mrs May said the BBC should explain why the joke was deemed “appropriate content” for broadcast.”

You would think that people in May’s position would have a) a sense of humour and b) more important things to do. As for the idea that Jo Brand was inciting violence that is as utterly, utterly ridiculous as most of our politicians now look. It was a “Joke”, you unbelievable imbeciles. If you don’t know what that is, Google it for an explanation.  What a boring and humourless life these snowflakes must live.

Pretentious Crap

Becks throwded teddy in the corner

Aside

News today that Beckham has spat his own dummy out over criticism of giving his four year old one – a dummy that is, before you send Operation Yewtree round to Dun Goldenballsing!

“What”, he sulks “gives you the right to criticise?”

Sorry, pal, but here’s news for you  – it’s a right called free speech!

I don’t expect you, or that skeletal bag of sour-faced misery you call a wife, to understand the concept so best you go back to ringing your bell and pecking at your mirror.

Pretentious Crap

Arty-Farty Bollocks of the Year

Aside

I would like to nominate this from today’s Guardian:-

“The art of Jackson Pollock is a modern mystery. How, from flinging paint on a canvas laid on the ground, did he create such beauty and inner structure? Like a solo by Charlie Parker or Jimi Hendrix, his freeform improvisations loop and lurch and yet achieve a profound unity. Pollock only held this together for a short period of brilliance. This painting is a cathedral of the mind.”