The Wrong Fucking Colour: A Nation of Brain-Dead Bigots Screaming at Shadows

Listen up, you brainless, knuckle-dragging troglodytes, because I’m only gonna say this once before I puke from the sheer stupidity of it all. The right-wing fuckwads in this shithole country have lost their goddamn minds again, and this time it’s over a car crash in Liverpool that they’re trying to spin into their wet-dream race war. You know the type—those mouth-breathing, Molotov-chucking morons who’d rather burn down a Greggs than admit they’re wrong. They’re screaming “IMMIGRANTS DID IT!” before the fucking car even stopped rolling, their tiny brains already hardwired to blame anyone with a tan.

Here’s the deal, you ignorant pricks: it was a white guy. A 53-year-old local lad, former Royal Marine, a real patriot type, high as a kite on enough drugs to make a rhino tap-dance. The police said it. The videos—oh, you know, those pesky things called evidence—show it clear as day. Some pale, pasty fucker behind the wheel, not a single turban or “scary foreign accent” in sight. But no, that’s not good enough for the frothing lunatics on the right. They’re out there, clutching their pitchforks and their half-baked conspiracy theories, screaming “FAKE!” like it’s a magic spell that’ll make their racist fever dreams come true.

“Cover-up!” they wail, their faces redder than a baboon’s arse, insisting this random Scouser must’ve “turned Muslim” or some other batshit nonsense they pulled straight out of their collective rectum. They want it to be terrorists. They need it to be immigrants. Because without that, their whole worldview—built on hating anyone who doesn’t look like their cousin they’re secretly shagging—falls apart like a cheap suit in a rainstorm.

This is the state of things, you miserable bastards. We’re drowning in a sea of idiots who’d rather torch a bakery than face the truth: the monster in their story is just another broken, drugged-up white bloke who lost the plot. Witnesses? Videos? Facts? Fuck ‘em. These clowns are so desperate to justify their bigotry they’ll rewrite reality faster than a corrupt politician shredding evidence. And the rest of us? We’re just stuck here, watching these brain-dead fuckwads jerk off to their own lies while the world burns.

So here’s my advice, you racist, riot-happy shitheads: put down the Molotov’s, step away from the keyboard, and maybe—just maybe—try thinking for once. Or don’t. I don’t care. Just don’t expect me to hold your hand while you cry about the “wrong colour” ruining your pathetic little hate parade.

Fuck you all. I’m out.