Right, you bastards.
David Cameron was table-thumping today about how he lost a child and how he went to a hospital and how they "loved" him like their own.
I bloody understand that.
I lost a daughter when she was 25, to fucking cancer. You can't blame a party for that.
What you CAN do is to call out some fucking wanker who thinks that going "condolences" to Alice, on fucking Twitter, whose bloody murder was down to inactive, illiterate, fucking stupid Plod and an attitude of Political-Correctness trumps common sense and human fucking decency. Such as Ed "I must extend my Bosh Hizbollah" or whatever shit Jewish pants to all his fucking friends.
If David (yes, he is a fucking poof) Cameron wants to thump a table because he's had enough of this shit, then let him.
I thump the table. Frustrated. Often.
I despise the cunting lot of them.
Don't, just DON'T pan the guy because he has an experience. He has a piece to say.
Yes, they can all fuck off. Labour don't have a monopoly on the fucking NHS.
No, YOU fuck off.
Wednesday, 1 October 2014
On the other hand, we denounce with righteous indignation and dislike men who are so beguiled and demoralized by the charms of pleasure of the moment, so blinded by desire, that they cannot foresee the pain and trouble that are bound to ensue; and equal blame belongs to those who fail in their duty through weakness of will, which is the same as saying through shrinking from toil and pain. These cases are perfectly simple and easy to distinguish. In a free hour, when our power of choice is untrammelled and when nothing prevents our being able to do what we like best, every pleasure is to be welcomed and every pain avoided. But in certain circumstances and owing to the claims of duty or the obligations of business it will frequently occur that pleasures have to be repudiated and annoyances accepted. The wise man therefore always holds in these matters to this principle of selection: he rejects pleasures to secure other greater pleasures, or else he endures pains to avoid worse pains.