I haven't had a drink in 5 years. Britain makes me miserable.
People 'realise' they are the best option? What planet are you on?
We're all guessing. Some of us realise what that means. The rest are doomed to have to pretend their whole lives. Pretend you really know what's best, although it's simply all you've ever understood, a habit. Pretend you know what's real, what would happen elsewise, when really you're just pandering to yourself, covering your own arse for reasons you don't ever challenge yourself over.
Pretend you're a man, you know what that means. Because you don't. No-one does. Get that? Maybe it takes an adult to understand what that means. Not another fake 'man' hiding in the comfort of his miserable relationship with the world. What does it take to be a man? Men have to protect women? Are you nuts?
People have to protect people. From people. That's the reality.
And we all bear that one. People who don't kill are awful as well. Dreadful, vicious cowards will have let this guy go on behaving like a **** for YEARS. All of them, big, strong, 'men'.
But no, go on telling us how the reality is everyone needs protecting from the people screaming that we're not doing enough to keep each other safe. Because everyone's on their own around here. Once you've got a job, and a missus, that's just about the way you'd want it. Especially if you are in the housing market. And that's the main reason Tories are Tories. Because that's what they picked up from their Dad, and that's where they are in life.
Miserable men. Like my dad, like me, like anyone who thinks Boris is a good example of manhood. Like anyone who falls for any of this fake strong signalling from Patel and any other shitty Home Secretary.
Miserable failures, repeating our parents, only less impressively, like ever decreasing circles. No thought, no challenge in those lives at all.
Miserable as fuck, and quietly happy as shit with everyone else being as miserable.
Dad told me there were no great answers. And he was right. And I've personally been burned by the left, and by society's 'caring' types. But nothing compares to the miserable denial he fell into in his dotage, and it's the exact same miserable denial all the rest of you are falling into, because you have no challenge to yourself or appetite for new ideas that will challenge you or inclination to bear the slightest amount of anxiety that you might not have been 'the thing' you set out to be all along.
Laughing my arse off. Like Khaldoon when he talks about UEFA. You've fucking had it, the lot of you. I saw it when I was growing up, I forgot for about ten minutes after Cameron shared pictures of his disabled child, what a fucking unreal country this was, what unbelievable misery we voted for and demanded.
This current lot have got you on TOAST, because Daddy Boris is funny. And you're as powerless to him as you would have been to your real dad when he made three year old you roar with laughter for the first time. You would give him anything. But he ain't your dad, he doesn't love you, all he knows is how to take the money and spin you another wind up when it's time to deliver.
Current conservatism: has no respect for parliament, the fourth estate, the law. And that is pretty much all this country has going for it, apart from generations of wheeler dealers.
[My post here as absolutely nowt to do with protests, it’s merely a response to this^]
Great Britain is a fucking brilliant beautiful country, with brilliant beautiful people, which has a brilliant beautiful culture.
I can’t fucking stand this pitiful brand of country hating lefty nonsense.
“Britain makes me miserable” “this country has gone to the dogs” “Britain is fucked” “you’re fascist” “he’s far right” “that’s nationalistic” “Boris is an evil Gammon” ““Keith” Starmer is a neo-liberal” “boo fucking hoo”...
Miserable people speak volumes about
themselves, not about the country they live in, not who’s in “power”, not about anything else that’s going on around them... merely, simply, solely, about
themselves!
Money means nothing, it’s fictitious. Health makes you happy, not wealth; physical and mental fitness dictates your life, not some randoms swanning about in that big building near the Thames. If you’re fit and healthy, it doesn’t matter what else is going on because you’re succeeding as a human.
The only way you fail is when you aren’t fit and healthy. Being fit and healthy can be achieved even by the poorest in society. Healthy food is cheaper than junk food; walking, running and cycling is cheaper than having a car. There’s no political excuse for a human living on the island of Great Britain not to be fit and healthy.
If you’re a person that thinks that politicians are more important to your happiness than what you can do for yourself and your close-ones; then it’s
you that has your priorities wrong.
Politics is a mere, and almost insignificant, side issue to life in Britain. Political parties, political ideologies - like money - are fictitious. They are created in the fantasy of human minds. It all means precisely fuck all. Someone can live their entire life happily, successfully, brilliantly and beautifully no matter what’s going on around them.
I’ve worked with refugees and political migrants who’ve come to this country and it’s a fucking dream for them. They love it here, they appreciate what a great country it is. They must look at the language of the misery-merchant lefties and think you’re lunatics. This miserable country hating bollocks from our own citizens is quite frankly an embarrassment. You all need to fucking wake up and wise up, you don’t know how fortunate you are!
“Always, I had the dream to come here. To train in the Shakespeare country, in The Beatles country, the Oasis country... it’s not just football, this country is special, for many many many reasons!”
Josep Guardiola Sala, March 2021.