Well. Where do we start with this one. A sort of collective global madness fuelled by headline writing hacks. Barely a scintilla of truth anywhere. Who knows it all could be cobblers and we are merely human batteries in The Matrix.
The year of War and Death….That’s it…. It’s all I’ve got….
Ok, lets’ give it another go.
A year filled with misery and that just ain’t me being me. I’m fully aware that I’m not a ray of sunshine but Blimey Charlie this was a rotter on a national, global and personal level.
Before we get into Trump, Putin, Farage and all that madness I’ll try to start with some positives….
The Boy completed University with a first class honours degree. Great stuff indeed after the disaster of the A levels but he now faces a world of no graduate jobs and £50k of debt.
As proud as we are the idea of an apprenticeship now seems better than three years on the lash with little bar a piece of paper at the end. In six months another swathe of successful students hit the recruitment scene limiting his chances further….
…Bugger….
Anyway he took it all in his stride and with a swagger up to the big cheese for the hand shake in the main hall at Leicester.
When I congratulated him he was as calm as the day he left primary school without a flicker of emotion while all around him were weeping, hugging and singing the bespoke school song. Parents were crying and Jen and I were pissing ourselves as we expected no less from him.
Another milestone conquered by the Boy. Not that he was this calm when the A levels went south…. That was a tough day but I suppose given the degree result he conquered that rough ride also.
There must be a place for this kind of calm on our planet, perhaps he’ll follow my future example of saving the nation in a hail of bullets while Paltrow vomits with pride streaked grief over my coffin but this time the boy will be fighting off an alien invasion where they have come for us as meat. Glorious stuff… Two VC’s in the same family…Who’d have thunk it eh? Heroes…the pair of us…for you, ‘the others’…
He battles on and we are incredibly proud of him. He now earns a few coins for himself by thrusting himself into the world of the public. Good experiance as you realise fairly sharpish that the general public are pretty rough and you could probably do with having nothing to do with them.
The Daughter continues her studies in a seaside town we’ve all struggled with at some point. From what I can gather she is doing a degree in Clubbing, girlie fueding and draining this unfortunate white with the odd bit of Geography thrown in. I believe a sideline of a Masters in sleeping is also possible with this course so all looks good there.
The second year is the big one so a bit of knuckling down is in order. She has a trip to the land of no social media so that should be a test. Hopefully I won’t turn on Sky News one morning to find her photo on the screen followed by a phone call from the Home Office to tell me there is little they can do about the ‘photos taken of the tanks’. Gawd… The stuff of nightmares.
She’s doing well and has a habit of breezing past expectations so time to get stuck in and deliver the goods Boo.
I suppose we need to talk about the Madman across the water in the form of the tangerine narsacist currently running riot. The decent into madness in the States is both alarming and hilarious in equal measure and really only comes down to one thing. Greed.
The need for more from El Presidente is quite staggering. His greed is phenomanal as is his capacity for lying. Fucking people over and lying eh? seems reasonable for the leader of the free world. A man-child running the world engine. A man-child in need of constant approval and tokens to say he’s the best or you and your nation will be fucked.
The ‘knee bending’ doesn’t particularly surprise me though if you get the financial and military power at the jub’s disposal. It is nigh on impossible to compete with the states on any level other than intellectual given its capacity for wealth and destruction. Its GDP is 30 trillion compared to our 4 trillion and Russia, as an example, with 2.5 trillion.
The septics spend over 900 billion on defence a year. We spend 81 billion and Russia 149 billion.
These numbers are riduculous but should go some way in explaining why made up trophies get handed over and invites to visit a Monarch are necessary. No one can compete with them hence the partial arse/smoke blowing scenario. It’s all very well thinking we could walk away from it but that is almost impossible. You can only affect it in small ways unless you are giving up your car, turning off the TV and binning your phone. It is an out of control monster with its foot firmly on the global throat.
The biggest problem this time around with El Presidente is that he’s eliminated anyone with half a brain from working for him. Last time around he was sacking dissenters, now he’s barely sacked anyone as they are all in it for the rapid rise in the bank account.
If there was any class the White House would still be intact and all that gilt shit would be missing.
Instead he smashed it in half for a ballroom and renamed the Kennedy Memorial Centre to include his own name even though he ain’t dead. Totally classless and the sort of move you expect from a Gyspy King boxer rather than a global leader.
But democracy prevailed right? The Americans spoke and got what they wanted. It wasn’t rocket science to work out that this would be a revenge term with the government weaponised as he basically said it in advance. But I doubt many thought they would get criminals pardoned, allies attacked and Russians embraced. We should remember this next time you fancy a Floridian holiday and he’d like to see your social media to check that you are worthy.
The common American will suffer in the long run and when they do I’ll shed no tears as its what they voted for. Take it…much like we had to under The Oaf Johnson.
Trump runs the gaff until he don’t. It’s that simple. He is a hateful individual with no emotion. You rarely see him smile and can probably not imagine him cuddling his kids. It’s a basic gauge but I think it fits for him ..
Over here we have Farridge and his band of tossers including Lee Anderson, Tice, Middleton, Rupert Lowe (fucking Rupert) and of course Tommy Two names, Ewok Powell, pray silence for the lovely, diminutive…Stephen Yaxley-Lennon.
Add into this bunch the ‘Rod Stewart in a house of mirrors’ looky likey and overpriced plumber Charlie Mullins, and you have the greatest assortment of strokers ever assembled under one banner. Most of this mob bang the drum yet move their wedge away from the Country they want back from the invading horde..
Far Right wingers complaining about the ‘Londonstan’ and the Islaminisation of the UK while all holidaying and living in Dubai under sharia law eating Shepherds Pie in fake british boozer themselves being immigrants….If you back this lot you need to take a long hard look at yourself and open up a Top Gear boxset, burst open a Hawksmoor Lager and wank yourself stupid to the national anthem ringing out while you put your flag up the wrong way round.
I’ve personally never trusted anyone visiting Dubai… I can’t think of a worse place to spend my time… Sort of a 2025 Costa Del Crime…
We probably all have some sort of issue with small boats and immigration but let’s not pretend there is an easy solution. No one has ever fixed it and neither will they. Ask one of this mob about something else and see what you get….. nothing will be the answer. They have nothing else and if you go with them you are really nailing your colours (excuse the pun) to the mast. They are mostly elites that your general flat roofed pub dweller should despise.
Farage going on hunts, Lowe owning a football club, Tice a Dubai based businessman hanging out the back of a Torygraph two-bob writer.. You’d think your general Clactonite would see this as a tad odd but no. It’s a ‘no’ because they all want the dream they are sold which is much like a scarecrow walking to a green city looking for a heart from a grifter behind a curtain.
I said the following elsewhere but I’ll revisit it here.
Take any sentence you like from the lips of Nige or any of his kind and say it at work and see how long you will last before HR fancy a chat. You won’t last too long and not because we have gone ‘woke’ mad but because its hateful and shouldn’t be tolerated.
The big Reform answer to each other when appaling statements are made is ‘Well I wouldn’t have used those words’. What words would you use Dickie? Give us a quote which ’30p Lee’ can disown by saying ‘Well I wouldn’t have used those words’… round and around and around….
I know a few people on the right of the spectrum and they all say similar which is ‘I don’t like Farage or Reform but I agree with some of the policies’…. Ok what are they then? They can’t say as it mostly revolves around keeping this country a pristine shade of white.
Their newly adopted tactic is God.
‘Put Christ back into Christmas’ the classic Trumpian way of sucking in the gullible. I’m pretty certain Tommy Two Names and SAS Ant aint standing up for Holy Communion at midnight mass looking for a Holy wafer given their criminal histories of smashing the weak. The US playbook in full effect and being lapped up by the media and the small amount of people who really beleive it.
I have no doubt that this mob will be back under their rocks come election time as this isn’t really that profitable and where they run stuff it’s a shit show. The media will also eventually see greater copy in destroying these Snake Oil salesman than promoting them as that did with The Oaf.
Sadly Starmer has been a dissapointment so far but I’ll wait till we get closer to the end of this Government before I mark him.
Let’s face it nothing gets fixed immediately or all the old Morris Minors on driveways during the 70’s would have had more customisation than a mere solid chain steering wheel and a handgrenade gearstick nob.
Those cars, during the great Custom Car Years, took decades to fix and still mostly looked shit so I expect the same with this broken country.
A more desicive year required fom the dazzling dull knight driving the country sideways but may I suggest simply sticking to some shit rather than handing it on a plate for the rest. They could do with a Alistair Campbell type animal urging them towards a better path.
But it could worse. Comrade Corbyn started a party to split Labour further then spent a large proportion of the year splitting whilst failing to become its leader…Lovely stuff….
Sadly it has been a tragic year for global war and death.
I don’t comment of Gaza outside of my kitchen as it could be an issue but I’m happy to discuss the trudging on of the Mighty Red Army (one million men down) to gain about 60km in four years in Ukraine.
Tragically Ras(claart)Putin now has the near backing of the worlds most powerful eejit as they can potentially carve it up much like Venezuelan oil reserves, Greenland Minerals and Nigerian Oil production…all three coutries are awaiting Trump Bone Spurred boots on the ground.
We need to stand firm on Ukraine, not because I expect to die in a nuclear fireball (you can’t conquer dust) but because pisstakers need a slap.
From a personal perspective this year has been beyond tragic.
I’ve attended four funerals and no weddings. I’ve seen an old school mate suddenly go, a good friends brother lose his fight, a lovely lady quietly slip away, a very good mate lose his Fucking Fabulous wife and I lost one of my footballing heroes.
The last two on that list were particularly tragic.
The Fucking Fabulous women in question was young, fit, funny, popular and well loved by all. She fought till the very end but sadly never won. The funeral was incredibly tough as she had effectively planned it. My old striking partner has a long road ahead but he will conquer his grief (never fully) because he has always had the minerals and I’ll be there for him if needed.
And then there was H. What a bloke he was.
He was real hero of mine who I met when I was 17 playing football. He was the blueprint centre forward we wanted to be. A fierce competitor at all sport with a deadly seious attitude to victory.
But off the pitch his face would explode with laughter and fun. He was always smiling and I’ll never forget him as he has played a part in all of our tragedies so far. I will raise my glass to you always Aitchy especially if the Gooners can deliver the goods this year… Godspeed mate.
And then there was the Old Man.
I’ve said my bit about him as most of you would know and so I won’t rehash it all again here except to say he wasn’t built for being a Dad really. That is the tragedy.
Sadly my Mum was similar to him at the end. They kinda moulded into one big hate machine which you wouldn’t really want anything to do with. Mum currently resides under my Christmas Tree in a box….She would have found that funny back in the glorious 80’s. I assume the Younger has the Old Man unless he has regenerated to continue his assault on the minds of us mere humans.
Since the final blog on the Old Man I’ve had contact with a few people with similar fathers of that generation. We clealy weren’t alone in our upbringing. The old Irish Drinker, loved down the boozer yet feared in the house appears to be rather prevelant. Sad really….A different time maybe but the responsibility of parenting shouldn’t be with a fist or a slating.. Anyway Fuck him…It’s done.
I continue to work but now count the days until it’s over. It’s 2,313 if you were wondering…
The pool of work heroes I can trust gets smaller by the year but it still clings on.
Sadly the dim have inherited the office and I’m constantly harping back to the good old days which no fucker wants to hear about. I have become the type of old bloke at work I always hated but it’s tricky when you are mostly surrounded by substandard operatives who know nothing.
The level of ability has dropped significantly in the last 4 years. I’m suprised we can still function with some of these idiots and the management as it is. Onwards…keep the payslips coming and I’ll keep turning up.
Age is creeping up on me. I creak. I make involuntary noises when moving, I moan….alot.
This must stop. Joy must be found as this is just another phase in life and we ain’t here forever… No wastage….
On the up side I’ve recently found that I do my belt up with my eyes shut. It’s not a conscious thing but a natural progression for the moment I ‘wander off’ in old age and fall down a hole where I’m missing for days.
It’s a dark hole where I may need to use the rudimentary facilities and need to buckle up in the pitch black….I’m training for it in advance. I also brush my teeth with my eye shut however I do not carry a toothbrush with me for when I’m down in the hole so I assume that is mere old man tiredness.
So a new year beckons. What do I want? Peace? Health? …Yeah, all that clichéd shite, that’ll do.
I want to get fitter, stronger as strength is good for the old. I obvioulsy need to drink less but I won’t be giving up as that’s where the magic happens.
A trivial less Tik Tokki New year want is an Arsenal title. I’ve seen a few of these but the boy has seen none. He needs the exhilaration of the moment of that…the tears, the screaming and I want to be there with him. It is possible …and I think it is on the cards as we have greater depth that Bonnie Blue and so should be able to withstand and light blue ‘Bang Bus’ we come up against.
I want fun, I want laughter. It is essential to start the day with a laugh and I make the effort to make Jen laugh in the morning (steady now ya filthy animals) as that makes me and her happy. The perfect start to any day even if I have to work..
I want the kids to thrive, succeed and enjoy themselves but they need to acheive some of this independently otherwise it means less.
This fucker of a year has now ended. Lets hope for less misery and grief and look forward and not back. The past is now over….Buried.
Let’s have it….
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