Author: Spider Thompson
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…]
The Filth and the Fury: Orange Bastard Plays World Cop
What the actual fuck is this? I’m sitting here, chain-smoking my way through a pack of cancer sticks, trying to wrap my skull around this [Read More…]
The Far-Right Circle Jerk: A Shitshow of Hypocrisy and Hurty Words
I’ve been neck-deep in the digital sewer of Twitter/X/Echo-Chamber-of-Dumbassery for what feels like an eternity, trying to understand the far-right pricks who fester in this [Read More…]
Le Pen’s Guillotine: French Far Right Gets a Taste of Its Own Medicine
PARIS – Well, well, well, mes amis, the shit finally hit the fan, and it’s splattered all over Marine Le Pen’s pristine far-right façade. Yesterday, [Read More…]