Urgh, you know what? I’m so fucking glad this country isn’t the apocalyptic shit-pit the howling pricks on X make it out to be. I dragged my sorry ass to Birmingham last night for some charity gig—yeah, me, doing something vaguely human for once. Guess what? Not a single binbag, not one whiff of the dystopian hellscape these keyboard warriors wank on about. Are these idiots scouring the city for the grimiest alley to snap their little “look at the decay” photo ops? Gotta be, ‘cause I didn’t see jack. Again.
Few weeks back, I slunk through London, even poked my head into those so-called “no-go” zones the fearmongers cream themselves over. Zombie knives dangling from trees? Nope. Didn’t even get stabbed—disappointing, really, I could’ve used the street cred. But last night, oh man, that criminal fuck’s account was peddling some grainy video of “trouble” at the motor museum in Coventry. I’ve been there, spent a good chunk of time, and let me tell you: it’s the pasty white kids with their hands down their pants, cosplaying 90s Eminem, you gotta watch. They’re the ones packing blades big enough to gut a rhino, strutting around with attitudes shittier than a busted sewer. They’re the ones shanking grannies and rolling folks in wheelchairs. Immigrants? They’re just trying to live, man. They ain’t the problem there.
Yet here we are, with these deluded fucks screaming we’re a “third world” country now. Third world? These morons wouldn’t know a third-world problem if it bit ‘em in the ass. Meanwhile, the rational, non-drug-addled folks—the ones not snorting the latest street poison or chugging conspiracy Kool-Aid—get dogpiled, called liars, and drowned out by the frothing masses. Wanna know if you’re a normal person or one of these delusional bastards? Easy test: if you think Nigel Farage could organize a piss-up in a brewery, let alone run a country without just booking a first-class ticket to kiss Trump’s orange ass, you’re the deluded fuck.
The world’s going border-mental, racist, xenophobic as all hell, and it’s the worst fucking time for it. Open your eyes, you thick bastards. Those computers everyone whined would “take our jobs”? Yeah, it’s happening. AI’s bending reality a hundred different ways, and those sci-fi robots? Not sci-fi anymore—they’re here, and they’re real. You think this is all a coincidence? The right-wing suits, those “businessmen,” they’re pointing at immigrants like it’s a goddamn magic trick. “Look at the scary boats!” they yell, while they’re quietly ordering a hundred robots and AI assistants to sack your entire fucking family. The world’s burning, and they’ve got you drones chanting “immigrants” like good little puppets.
Wake the fuck up. The real enemy’s not in a dinghy—it’s in a boardroom, laughing as you scream at the wrong target. This country’s not perfect, but it’s not the shithole you’re being sold. Stop buying the lies. Stop being their useful idiots. And for fuck’s sake, stop sharing those grainy videos like they’re the gospel truth. The only thing getting stabbed around here is reality itself.
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