Well I was going to write about Jesse Owens, in fact I still might, but this being Sunday (I hope), I think I will just go with the flow, run a few snippets of news up the flagpole and see it any of it floats your boats. Just suck it and see, then let me know what you think.
If those of you who did not know who Jesse Owens was, are back from googling his name, I will push on with the article but in which direction, I have no idea - but rest assured I will be taking a pop at someone and given that Eddy Butler (you remember Eddy, you must do. Eddy, the guy who was so far up his own anus that there was no room in it for Peter Stafford of the British Freedom Party's homosexual division) seems to have vanished off the face of the earth, I will have find another victim or victims.
Ok then, seeing as how we are talking about homosexuals, I see that the perverts and paedophiles of Parliament have managed to unplug themselves from each other long enough to celebrate the fact that David Cameron's immigrant boyfriend and unelected Deputy Prime Minister Nick Clegg had persuaded Westminster City Council to fly the Diarrhea/Rainbow Flag above the Cabinet Office in Whitehall.
This of course, was to show Parliament's support for their rug munching, meat eating and cross dressing friends and to let the real decent True British People know, via this revolting flag that they really do have the whip hand over us True Brits.
Now up until recently I used to think that the smell emanating from Parliament was the stench of financial corruption but having read that many homosexuals develop Anal Leakage, politely known as Faecal incontinence and have to wear large diapers as a result of having foreign objects or in the case of the former MP Ron Davies, a rastafarian inserted into their anuses, I may well have been wrong.
It could be that the stench is in actual fact, a combination of both bullshit and real shit, because as we all know, it is now almost compulsory for a person to be a homosexual if he wishes to become an MP.
Now for some strange reason, Anal Leakage is "often socially unacceptable", so I would recommend the following advice that I found somewhere on the internet.
As for the anal leakage, there are exercises you can do with your sphincter to keep it tight, for both you and your partners pleasure. They are similar to kagle exercises women do with their vagina's to keep the muscles exercised and tight, for both them and their partner.
For those of you who are a tad unsure about "fisting", the art of inserting your fist or forearm into another man's anus in case you may get something under your fingernails, the good news is, that you can now buy artificial fists and forearms to use instead - as seen in the image at the top.
If you have a strong stomach and want to learn more about fisting, just add a dot com to the word fisting and then throw up over your monitor and keyboard.
Now as we know, Parliament have a thing about children and have done since they lowered the age of consent to 16 just so they could bugger young boys on their birthdays but they are still wary of being caught out in going too far and so have withdrawn a so called sex education film from sale after complaints from parents.
Now this is interesting as well as hopeful. This site has reported numerous stories since 2007 about how the global marxists are attempting to corrupt our children by teaching them about normal sex and homosexual sex when they reach the age of five. Here is just one link.
However, the bad news is, that despite the outrage of parents, one London school still intends to pollute the minds of the children they are charged with caring for. Truth is, most parents have no idea what these mad marxist bastards are teaching and doing to their children once they have them in school.
Parents will be shocked that this type of material is present in primary schools and even more surprised that councils are recommending it.
Now those sensible words came from a government minister by the name of Nick Gibb and if he really wants to do something about this he should get the government to close down the limited company PSHE Association they set-up as a charity with taxpayers money, to promote this kind of perverted propaganda and who have said that they are disappointed at the decision and blamed Right-wing Religious groups for getting the sick film removed.
The PHSE are behind the campaign to make this kind of sick propaganda a statutory educational requirement for schools rather than the voluntary one it is now, and should be closed down now.
By Right-wing Religious groups, I wonder if the PHSE were referring to Britain First who ran a campaign protesting about this kind of sick propaganda.
On the subject of sick, time to move onto Fifty Shades of Grey, the first in a trilogy of books by the Chilean/Scottish writer Erika Leonard whose pen name is E.L. James and a book I skim read to see what all the fuss was about.
A real writer once wrote a comedy called Much Ado about Nothing and that is my opinion of this expensive piece of trash which is the literary equivalent of the expensive trash art of Damien Hirst.
Apparently this book has the women of the world wetting themselves in excitement over the twisted sexual lives of two completely dysfunctional people named Christian Grey, a billionaire sick stalker, who gets his kicks by kicking and being kicked by women and some dumb 21 year old virgin bimbo named Anastasia Steele.
Now what EL James has produced is interesting from a couple of angles, she has taken the concept of the romantic Mills and Boon books that women love down a twisted path and given gullible women like these speaking in the rag Sun a pornographic novel that seems to be just a series of clichés stitched together and interspersed with obscenities. Won't catch me using clichés in my articles (those at the start do not count).
Now if Anastasia and the women raving over this trash are representative of British Women then we are really finished.
A supposedly intelligent young student who enters into a submissive relationship with a pervert who repeatedly makes her cry, because he is super rich, is nothing but a whore in my eyes and I am reminded of the question put to the magician Paul Daniel's then attractive wife; "So Debbie; what persuaded you to marry the millionaire Paul Daniels?".
"Does this mean you’re going to make love to me tonight, Christian?” Holy shit. Did I just say that? His mouth drops open slightly, but he recovers quickly.
“No, Anastasia it doesn’t. Firstly, I don’t make love. I fuck… hard. Secondly, there’s a lot more paperwork to do, and thirdly, you don’t yet know what you’re in for. You could still run for the hills. Come, I want to show you my playroom.”
My mouth drops open. Fuck hard! Holy shit, that sounds so… hot. But why are we looking at a playroom? I am mystified.
“You want to play on your Xbox?” I ask. He laughs, loudly.
“No, Anastasia, no Xbox, no Playstation. Come.”… Producing a key from his pocket, he unlocks yet another door and takes a deep breath.
“You can leave anytime. The helicopter is on stand-by to take you whenever you want to go, you can stay the night and go home in the morning. It’s fine whatever you decide.”
“Just open the damn door, Christian.”
He opens the door and stands back to let me in. I gaze at him once more. I so want to know what’s in here. Taking a deep breath I walk in.
And it feels like I’ve time-traveled back to the sixteenth century and the Spanish Inquisition.
Holy fuck.” - EL James, Fifty Shades of Grey
I cannot go on. Even thinking about this garbage is making me ill. I just think of all the truly brilliant writers out there who never get the fame and money that this woman is getting for cutting n pasting basically the same repetitive sex scene from chapter to chapter and all those dull thick stupid women who have gone out and bought handcuffs when they should have invested in straight jackets.
I am full of disappointment for our women, when I read that: 79% of women surveyed found the idea of succumbing to a "dominant" male a turn on.
I am also wondering that now that the trash writers have moved from normal sex scenes in their novels to "kinky BDSM sex", how long it will be before the next trash writer comes out with a "heart-warming" story about a paedophile and his love for a young child or perhaps a steamy novel about a misunderstood young man having a long term love affair with his dog.
I'm off to get some beer.