ones to flinch from culling whores under the lazy pretext
of political correctness, WhoreCull is proud to disparage
these fuckwits. This north London crew (woman excepted) led
a suburban terror campaign. Not by taking Mr and Mrs Fairweather's
Daily Mail from the paper boy every morning, but by storming
in to their house to jib as much as they could in one short-sharp-shocking
blitz. Then they'd bling it up in a retro style in shots like
these, which of course shows that movies have absolutely no
effect on the yoof at all. Honest. Amazingly the Met did actually
manage to arrest them, and they're in prison. At a time when
Dizzee Rascal gets stabbed in Napa because he's east-side
and talented, we can only emphasise that this shit is degenerate
and probably the only places there are more 'tonz of gunz'
right now are Jamaica, LA and Baghdad. © Haringey Independent
- a paper in itself not to be trusted with its skewing of
Haringey Borough crime so that everything seems to happen
in 'Wood Green' and 'Tottenham'. Such media-led ghettoisation
is part of this process too... As Chuck D suggests: "That
[American] influence can come from the media. And entertainment
rides media quite well. How it comes through that strainer,
that interpretation can be very influential to the people
that don't have a sense of themselves". Indeed he says
corporatised (ie, profitised) TV, film and other media have
"kind of reduced the streets, or street cred, to be something
that is automatically indigenous to black culture".
cash, cunts and joke cuisine. Surely only eclipsed by that
obsolete Evans piss on Channel 4, or the neon neuralgia of
'diners'. The discerning blind diner, whether in out-of-town
retail park or city centre location, is regularly tempted
by freshly wanked chicken and immigrant stroganoff. Oh yes,
and if you work in one of these inflated shitholes, get plucking
many different shops? Starfucks, Costa Coffee, Caffé
Nero, Manhattan's, Coffee Republic, I mean I could go on.
And how many different ways can you drink coffee? It's a drink
with a drug in it, not a fucking 'experience'. These ridiculous
brands, like the Seattle specialists above, are the new breed
of Corporate Shamanism, making a biological function into
a socio-cultural status symbol. "Yah, I'll take a mocha.
Oh look, it's gone up to £3." And why is cold coffee
more expensive than hot?
almost too obvious to highlight this lovely multinational.
Franchised 'restaurants' promote hilarious health and safety
ignorance; ruthless exploitation of anyone under 12 to walk
around waving flags with their odious logo; no nutritional
value, so it's not really that cheap when you're hungry 10
minutes later; and great working conditions. Oh yes, they're
a good example of how the laughable minimum wage level can
make pernicious corporations look like benevolent employers
by setting basic wage rates just above the sell-out specialists'
so fucking easy to set up pokey little enclaves for right-wing
aryan immigrants (so they're alright then Jack?). Nice use
of 'abo' culture to promote a comfortable corporate drinking
climate for our Aussie, Kiwi and Bok open-minded experts
correspondent grimaced at the thought of entering this 'flash
utility vehicle (SUV) features have become legion in most right-thinking
broadsheets and periodicals but their continued popularity makes
them still ripe for a culling. These big, brash hydrocarbon
guzzlers are a classic example of me-first capitalism. It was
the Clinton administration that said "hey we can make an
exception and ignore their ridiculous levels of energy consumption".
Owner/driver associations have been formed in America to promote
their cause. Even 'Stupid White Men' Michael Moore admits to
being in love with his big fuck-off wagon. And we Brits, who
supposedly hate that big and brash American nature, have fallen
for them like the weak suckers we always are. UK buyers have
been known to offer feeble justification about their country
roads, when the more likely use is the 5-minute schoolrun, so
the little darlings can be educated somewhere nice without ethnic
prices for a can of coke are twice as cheap as their Moto, Welcome
Break and other bent motorway service station counterparts.
That's if they're actually offering the can rather than the
500ml plastic rip-off. A French drivers' union is planning to
boycott certain chains on the mainland. Wandering around in
sheer boredom in the A50 Moto in the East Midlands the other
week, I saw some promotional guff trying to justify the ridiculous
price hikes, transportation costs being one of the main reasons.
Every shop has to pay for them you fucksticks. Bring your own
sarnis and parade the sweaty, greasy cheese around for those
who have just paid £3 for theirs. Service stations
do a decent top rack but that's all they're good for.
pounds a month for assuaging anatomical guilt in one of these
superannuated leisure centres. Go down the public sports centre,
oh you can't be bothered to find it can you? Muscular narcissists
who sob at the damage they've done to their bodies when they're
pissed/chatting by the water cooler at 10:30am Monday-Friday
I'm really bored, we've been walking round Leicester Square
for like totally ages." Aberdeen Angus proffer their euro
allegiance and meat more like the arse piece of an Aberdeen
Angus and huge Yank portions to make them feel at home and remind
everyone else of our "special" relationship with the
'States'. As special as the relationship between a paedophiliac
uncle and his nephew
of the worst culprits of the lot
aboard the open-top London tour bus
what our many tourist buses can offer:
Increased city centre polution
Permanent gridlock, as unregulated industry=loads
of half-empty open-tops toe-to-tail
Destruction of view for all but wealthy tourists
Tapes in other languages that got 'mislaid'
Distinctly unfriendly 'fortress mentality' staff
£33 an hour.
Enjoy the ride
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