It’s Truth O’Clock, You Filthy Bastards

Listen up, you degenerate data-junkies, it’s time for another dose of reality straight from the poisoned pen of Spider Thompson, your friendly neighbourhood truth-slinger.

Last week, I dropped a truth bomb on the festering cesspool that is GBNews, specifically targeting two of its slimiest bottom-feeders: Adam Brooks, the publican with a mouth like a sewer grate, and Matt Goodwin, the sanctimonious hack with a forehead so big it’s got its own gravitational pull. I gave those two a chance to respond, to step into the ring and face the truth. Guess what? They pussied out. Tucked tail and ran like the spineless opportunists they are.

Let’s start with Brooks, the pint-pouring provocateur who’s gone full meltdown, a walking meltdown in a cheap suit, screaming at clouds and threatening lawsuits like a toddler throwing a tantrum in a shit-stained diaper. This guy’s so deep in his own bullshit he’s practically drowning. After my last piece, I fired off an email to the prick. Nothing. Not a squeak. Followed up, and it’s like chasing a ghost in a tumbleweed storm. Silence. Beautiful, cowardly silence.

So what’s the deal? Epping, that’s what. The Bell Hotel, a flashpoint for chaos, turned into a circus of hate when Brooks decided to play ringmaster. ANTiFA rolled in, fists flying, cops getting battered, and the whole scene exploded like a Molotov cocktail in a dumpster. Social media lit up with #BrooksRiots, trending like a virus, and Brooks? He’s out there crying like a martyr, whining about being “misunderstood” while scrubbing his socials clean of those incriminating videos. Oh, you thought we wouldn’t notice, you little worm? The internet’s got a memory longer than your rap sheet, Brooks. Those clips of you egging on the mob, stirring the pot with your “immigrants are the devil” schtick while tossing in a limp “but don’t riot” at the end? They’re out there, archived, duplicated, and laughing in your face.

This guy’s not just a publican; he’s a professional hate-monger, a snake-oil salesman peddling rage for clicks. He’s out there on GBNews, bleating about “protecting the kids” while fanning the flames of a riot he practically choreographed. And then – get this – he brags about it. “Ten million views on my Instagram in 30 days!” he crows, like some dime-store influencer chasing clout. Newsflash, Brooks: you’re not a journalist. You’re a parasite, sucking the life out of a community already on edge, profiting off fear while pretending it’s “truth.” You’re not just mainlining the mainstream media – you are the MSM, you delusional fuck. GBNews is your stage, and you’re dancing for the same corporate overlords you claim to hate. Psychosis isn’t just setting in; it’s moved in, unpacked, and redecorated your skull.

Then there’s Goodwin, the other half of this toxic tag-team, a smug pseudo-intellectual who thinks he’s above the fray. I reached out to this prick, and his response? “Never heard of you.” Oh, that’s cute, Matt. Real classy. Like a playground bully pretending he doesn’t see the kid who just clocked him. You think you’re untouchable, don’t you? Hiding behind your polished GBNews veneer, tossing out 500-word screeds that read like a love letter to a pitchfork mob. Your latest masterpiece? A fear-mongering rant about how Epping’s just the start, how the “British state” is pushing people to the edge, how immigrants are the root of all evil. You link to debunked tripe about British military veterans being evicted for Afghan migrants – lies so flimsy they’d collapse under a stiff breeze. But you don’t care about truth, do you, Goodwin? You’re too busy jerking off to the chaos you’re sowing, holding Brooks’s hand while you both cry “poor us” when the world calls you out.

Let me spell it out for you, Goodwin, since you’re too busy sniffing your own farts to see it: I’m Spider Thompson, the bastard who doesn’t give a flying fuck about your credentials or your smug little “I’ve never heard of you” dodge. I’m the one who’ll shove a mirror in your face and make you choke on the reflection. You and Brooks aren’t journalists – you’re barely literate, for fuck’s sake. You’re con artists, peddling half-truths and outright lies to whip up the mob, then playing victim when the blowback hits. You’re not reporting the news; you’re manufacturing it, pouring petrol on the fire and selling the footage for profit.

And the worst part? You’re not even good at it. Brooks, with his lawsuit threats and TikTok tantrums, is a walking caricature of a man unhinged. Goodwin, with his “mightier than thou” act, is just a sad academic who traded integrity for a GBNews pay check. Together, you’re a masterclass in cowardice, dodging accountability while the streets burn and people suffer. Those veterans you claim to champion? They’re props in your narrative, not people. The immigrants you demonize? They’re human beings, not pawns in your hate game.

But here’s the good news, you filthy bastards: people are waking up. They’re seeing through your grift. The #BrooksRiots hashtag isn’t just a meme – it’s a warning. The truth is a bullet, and it’s got your names on it. Keep hiding, keep whining, keep scrubbing your feeds. It won’t save you. The country’s watching, and it’s got a long memory. Fuck you both. I’ll be here, waiting for your next move, ready to shove the truth so far up your asses you’ll choke on it.

Spider Thompson, out.