Tag: Tommy Robinson
Starve the Oxygen Thieves: Why Ignoring Farage and Robinson’s Bullshit is the Ultimate Kryptonite
Alright, you filthy animals, strap yourselves in because it’s time for another dose of truth serum straight from the bowels of this rotting carcass we [Read More…]
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…]
The Twin Turds of British Bigotry: Nigel Farage and Tommy Robinson
Listen up, you snivelling sacks of regret, because I’m about to drag two of the foulest stains on the Union Jack through the digital mud: Nigel Farage and Tommy Robinson.
The Filthy Truth About Yesterday’s Pathetic Ego-Wank
The Filthy Truth About Yesterday’s Pathetic Ego-Wank Listen up, you degenerate sacks of meat and misinformation, this is Spider Thompson crawling out of my filthy [Read More…]
The Filth of Fear: You Fuckers are the Problem
This week’s been a goddamn circus of stupidity, and I’m not even surprised anymore. X, the platform of “free speech” ban has left me with [Read More…]
The Truth is a Bladed Weapon: Dundee’s Misinformation Shitstorm
Maybe we stop worshipping billionaires who think tweeting is a personality. Maybe we remember that a 12-year-old with knives isn’t a warrior – she’s a kid who needs help, not a cartoon.
The Truth is Dead, and Modern Journalism’s Holding the Smoking Gun
I’m sitting here in this festering digital hellscape, chain-smoking a cherry flavoured vape and staring at a screen vomiting out what passes for “news” in [Read More…]
Two Fists, One Mouth, and a Whole Lot of Bullshit: Tommy Robinson vs. Tony Bellew
The world’s a circus, and I’m stuck in the cheap seats, watching two clowns slug it out over who gets to wear the bigger martyr [Read More…]
The Truth Is a Molotov Cocktail: Far-Right Lies and the UK’s Hotel Riots
This ain’t about hotels or migrants. It’s about a country eating itself alive because people like Farage and Robinson make bank on division. They don’t solve problems; they point fingers. They don’t build; they burn.
Theatre? Fuck No, This Is a Goddamn Circus!
This world’s gone so far up its own digital asshole it’s coughing up pixels. I’m sprawled in my filth-encrusted apartment, chain-smoking rollies, eyeballing the news [Read More…]