Author: Spider Thompson
The System Chews up Another Idiot: I’m not sure I Care about Tommy Robinson any more
Here I am, choking on the smog of this festering hellscape we call civilization, and I’ve got to write about Stephen Yaxley-Lennon—better known as Tommy [Read More…]
The Truth Hurts: UK Supreme Court Says DNA Doesn’t Lie, Even if You Do
I’m sitting here in this filthy, hellhole of a future we where so excited about, sucking down a cocktail of nicotine patches and cheap whiskey, [Read More…]
The Far-Right’s Brain Cell is on Life Support, and I’m Pulling the Plug
It’s back, yet again, more times than the real Slim-Shady—tell a friend, because apparently, the far-right can’t stop circle-jerking their victim complex long enough to [Read More…]
Fuck your Face-Covering Hypocrasy, you Spineless Bastards
I’m out hunting for the only thing keeping me sane in this cesspool of a world—cheap whisky, the kind that burns your throat and reminds [Read More…]
Theater’s a Con, and Only Fools Fall for It
Listen up, you sorry bastards, I’m way outta my depth here, but I figured I’d take a swing. The missus—yeah, Ms. Spider, queen of my [Read More…]
Shrewsbury’s Barber Shop Blitz: the High Street Circus of Crime
I’m standing in the guts of Shrewsbury, a postcard-pretty market town where the cobblestones smell like history and the High Street’s rotting under the weight [Read More…]
Bins of Misery – A Tale of the Second City
Alright, you festering sacks of ignorance, gather ‘round while I, Spider Thompson, shove some jagged truth down your throats! The Birmingham bin strike—oh, it’s still [Read More…]
Who the Hell are “They”?
Listen up, you drooling, flag-humping cretins! I’m Spider Thompson, your friendly neighbourhood truth-slinger, and I’m here to shove a red-hot poker up the ass of [Read More…]
The Russel Bran Shitshow: A Twisted Mess of Noise and no Answers
This Brand thing’s got me twisted up like a gut full of bad wires. I’ve met the bastard—greasy clown with a motor mouth—and heard his [Read More…]
Free Speech and the Filthy Hands That Choke it
Alright, you bastards, who was it? Own up, you spineless sacks of shit. Who’s the genius that lit this dumpster fire? Was it you, Farage, [Read More…]