Vancouver has always been in the list of my top 5 potential places to live. You have to love a city where the comrade sales assistants can distinguish an Australian from a New Zealand accent–something of which our former colonial ‘masters’ seem incapable. There’s much fear and jealousy in the British middle class sneer at miscegenating ‘colonials’. Their class is beyond it’s use by date–fundamentally rotten and in terminal decline.
Note to Will - when you’re having a go at Harry Hutton it’s maybe time to get on the pills, because you can’t fend off the stigma of abject wingnuttery any longer.
Dear me, you are a fucking lunatic. And a pissant. Hutton is a liberal - he needs kicking in the stots you utter fuckwit.
You are also chummy with Lenny the Loon of Stalin’s Tombola (what a great mind that is). What a loony *you* are - not that I tend to go in for that sort of autobiographical horseshit — irrationalist pseudo-philosophy and a chronic evasion of the of truth is just that - and that is your problem. It is also a product of your notion that scientific positions are an expression of personal interest (David Hume would vomit and spit in your face you stupid cunt) vile and despicable obsessive that you are, what with your Truth being dependent of pure individual psychology. Psychoanalysis is a bad subject for you to specialise in. This is self evident. It is so. Begone, thou ist filth and scum.
I guess after everything that’s happened this week it struck me as helpfully funny
Bloody hell, Terry. That must have been one hell of a week :-). Though after mine, I am well short of humour and big on irritation. I shall raise a glass tonight in sympathy and therapy.
David Hume would vomit and spit in your face you stupid cunt
Political deviancy? How old are you Pissant? Is there still time for you to develop some intelligence, or is that sclerotic lard your synaptic pinnacle? If it were anyone else I would feel pity.
Better than taking ourselves too seriously, or attributing influence or importance to blogs where nonesuch exists. As Charlie Brooker observes:
[A]ll internet debates, without exception, are entirely futile.
There’s no point debating anything online. You might as well hurl shoes in the air to knock clouds from the sky. The internet’s perfect for all manner of things, but productive discussion ain’t one of them.
[O]nline quarrelling is also addictive … It appeals to the ‘lab rat’ part of your brain; the annoying, irrepressible part that adores repetitive pointlessness and would gleefully make you pop bubblewrap till Doomday if it ever got its way.
Dawn of the Dumb: Dispatches from the idiotic frontline - Faber & Faber, 2007, pp 164-165.
Friday 14 December 2007 at 21:23
Utterly revolting. “Oh aren’t I funny and clever being rude about Canadians, giggle, giggle …” And 34 infantile tossers join in. Fuck.
Friday 14 December 2007 at 21:38
Some of it was pretty brilliant, actually.
Especially the “Canadianists! Don’t Mess With the Godly U.S.” geezers. When I first looked at it I thought it was for real:
http://tinyurl.com/3y33r8
Friday 14 December 2007 at 23:45
Have to agree with his Gadgieness.
I remember when the dafty english language teacher was mildly amusing.
It was a long time ago.
His commenters are vermin and his chumminess with lenny the loon of stalin’s tombola is worth a mention.
Saturday 15 December 2007 at 0:21
Vancouver has always been in the list of my top 5 potential places to live. You have to love a city where the comrade sales assistants can distinguish an Australian from a New Zealand accent–something of which our former colonial ‘masters’ seem incapable. There’s much fear and jealousy in the British middle class sneer at miscegenating ‘colonials’. Their class is beyond it’s use by date–fundamentally rotten and in terminal decline.
Saturday 15 December 2007 at 0:33
In fact, Canadians can even palatise their vowels - eg. nyoo zealand not noo zealand - unlike some other former British colonial outposts.
Miaowwwwwwwwwwww.
Saturday 15 December 2007 at 1:06
I guess after everything that’s happened this week it struck me as helpfully funny. But then I like movies with car chases and shoot-em-ups too.
Saturday 15 December 2007 at 1:34
Note to Will - when you’re having a go at Harry Hutton it’s maybe time to get on the pills, because you can’t fend off the stigma of abject wingnuttery any longer.
Who’s next? The Onion? Cannon and fucking Ball?
Saturday 15 December 2007 at 2:40
Only a lunatic would attack Hutton?
Dear me, you are a fucking lunatic. And a pissant. Hutton is a liberal - he needs kicking in the stots you utter fuckwit.
You are also chummy with Lenny the Loon of Stalin’s Tombola (what a great mind that is). What a loony *you* are - not that I tend to go in for that sort of autobiographical horseshit — irrationalist pseudo-philosophy and a chronic evasion of the of truth is just that - and that is your problem. It is also a product of your notion that scientific positions are an expression of personal interest (David Hume would vomit and spit in your face you stupid cunt) vile and despicable obsessive that you are, what with your Truth being dependent of pure individual psychology. Psychoanalysis is a bad subject for you to specialise in. This is self evident. It is so. Begone, thou ist filth and scum.
Saturday 15 December 2007 at 11:08
Only a lunatic would attack Hutton?
Only an outright wingnut would attack him for political deviancy. You’re turning into a foul-mouthed Instapundit.
You are also chummy with Lenny the Loon of Stalin’s Tombola…
Total fiction.
As for the rest of it, I’ve changed my mind - you don’t just need medicating, you need locking up and keeping away from sharp objects.
Saturday 15 December 2007 at 11:50
I guess after everything that’s happened this week it struck me as helpfully funny
Bloody hell, Terry. That must have been one hell of a week :-). Though after mine, I am well short of humour and big on irritation. I shall raise a glass tonight in sympathy and therapy.
David Hume would vomit and spit in your face you stupid cunt
Our philosophy department needs you!
Saturday 15 December 2007 at 12:25
Political deviancy? How old are you Pissant? Is there still time for you to develop some intelligence, or is that sclerotic lard your synaptic pinnacle? If it were anyone else I would feel pity.
Sunday 16 December 2007 at 2:54
Revolting … infantile … tossers … fuck …
Very true, Gadgie. But not every blog can attain the levels of maturity found here at the Popinjays.
Sunday 16 December 2007 at 14:45
Better than taking ourselves too seriously, or attributing influence or importance to blogs where nonesuch exists. As Charlie Brooker observes:
[A]ll internet debates, without exception, are entirely futile.
There’s no point debating anything online. You might as well hurl shoes in the air to knock clouds from the sky. The internet’s perfect for all manner of things, but productive discussion ain’t one of them.
[O]nline quarrelling is also addictive … It appeals to the ‘lab rat’ part of your brain; the annoying, irrepressible part that adores repetitive pointlessness and would gleefully make you pop bubblewrap till Doomday if it ever got its way.
Dawn of the Dumb: Dispatches from the idiotic frontline - Faber & Faber, 2007, pp 164-165.