Category: Dispatches
My stories? Fuck your neat little boxes, but if I’ve gotta slap a label on this raging beast, call it ‘Truth Porn.’ Yeah, that’s it—raw, filthy, in-your-face dispatches from the rotting guts of this world. Not politics, not economics, not some pansy-ass ‘social commentary’—it’s the unfiltered howl of reality, stripped naked and screaming, with all the hypocrisy, greed, and bullshit laid bare for you drooling morons to choke on. Category? It’s me kicking the universe in the teeth and daring it to bite back.
Ed Miliband’s Musk Meltdown and the Global Clown Show
Ed Miliband tells Elon Musk: Get the hell out of our politics and our country.
Tommy Robinson’s Perpetual Pity Party – Cry Me a River, You Self-Made Martyr
Oh, for fuck’s sake, you simpering sacks of digital detritus, scrolling through your feeds like rats in a sewer pipe – this is Spider Thompson, [Read More…]
Nigel Farage’s Racism Ruse – Twisting Words Like a Pretzel in a Shitstorm
Frauds like Farage peddle distortions as truth, turning policy debates into culture-war circuses while the real issues fester. He’s not a leader; he’s a leech, sucking outrage from the veins of the disaffected. Wake up, you lot, or keep swallowing the swill.
Tilly Norwood and the AI Apocalypse – While Politician Clowns Distract You with Bullshit
Bit late to the party? Yeah, well, the party’s been rigged from the start, and now we’ve got Tilly Norwood crashing through the doors like a digital ghost from Al Pacino’s wet dreams in that old flick S1m0ne.
Elon Musk, Prince Andrew, and the Epstein Files – Elite Scum Floating in the Sewer
Musk, that Mars-colonizing megalomaniac, fires back on X: “This is false,” and “I refused to go.” Sure, Elon, and I’m the Pope’s favourite altar boy.
Britcard Bollocks – Not the End of the World, You Paranoid Pricks
I hate it here, where every policy tweak sparks a meltdown from the tinfoil brigade. Right-wingers, if you’re so scared of surveillance, ditch your smartphones, your social media, your loyalty cards – they’re already spying on you, you idiots.
Trump’s Tylenol Tantrum and the Autism Pseudoscience Circus – How the Hell Is This Moron President Again?
Listen up, you brain-dead flock of sheeple, bleating your way through the apocalypse while the orange overlord turns science into a punchline – this is [Read More…]
Are X’s Days Numbered? Oh, You Bet Your Sweaty Ass They are
Newsflash, Elon: History’s littered with the corpses of assholes like you. Oligarchs who poked the bear one too many times and ended up as bear shit.
The Filthy Truth: How the Boot on America’s Throat Just Got a Little Tighter
Listen up, you drooling masses, because I’m about to shove the jagged pill of reality down your collective gullet. It’s me, Spider Thompson, your favourite [Read More…]
Pop-Punk Nostalgia Assault: How Busted and McFly Dragged My Filthy Soul Back to the Aughts and Made Me Question My Life Choices
Alright, you pathetic nostalgia junkies, gather ’round while I spit the truth about last Tuesday night, when my ball-and-chain – affectionately known as Mrs. Spider [Read More…]