Author: Spider Thompson
Three years of madness and destruction.
Alright, you festering sacks of ignorance, let’s peel back the scab and stare at the oozing mess that is Ukraine right now—February 19, 2025, and [Read More…]
Happy New Year, You Filthy Bastards
Here we are, 2025, another lap around the sun for this stinking, festering ball of mud we call home. The fireworks are still smoldering in [Read More…]
The UK in 2024: A Shitshow in the Rain
Here I am, back in the festering armpit of the world, staring at the UK like it’s a diseased foot I’ve been forced to lick. [Read More…]
Merry F’ing Christmas, you Consumerist Scum
Ho ho ho, you brain-dead, tinsel-worshipping drones—welcome to Christmas 2024, the annual orgy of greed and lies that makes even the most hardened cynic want [Read More…]
Democracy’s a Drag Show, and We’re All Clapping Seals
This is Spider Thompson, your truth-slinging, chain-smoking prophet of the Country, here to rip the sequins off the quadrennial circus you call democracy. Every four [Read More…]
Spider Thompson: Back on the Street
I’m back, you filthy bastards. The ink’s flowing again, the keys are screaming, and the street’s still a festering sewer of human garbage and glittering [Read More…]