Monday 2 March 2020

Meet the Fake Plastic Yuk!!

Given how much the united kingdom or various acts of union can produce such frothing, unreasoned devotion in a section of the population of the islands just off the continent of Europe, I think it is important thing to say that:

There is no such thing as the united kindom; there never has been any such thing as the united kingdom; there never will be any such thing as the united kingdom.

Once you realise this a whole opressive parcel of lies you have been fed since your childhood are blown away and you feel suddenly lightened and free! You've stopped accepting crap as truth and are much better for it. Of course those who need the so-called united kingdom and the acts of union as a fundamental part of their psychological make-up will feel angry and start offering threats of severe violence and so on.
The first thing to say is the universe existed before any so-called united kingdom ever did. There's a good 13 billion or 6,000 years (depending on your viewpoint) of existence ticking along just fine without a so-called united kingdom, which itself is about 300 years old at best and was compromised in the first half of the 20th Century. That is nothing! Why would you make such a fleeting piece of bugger all a fundamental part of your makeup? That is insane!!
The second thing to say is put better by a Mr Peter Mm:




So that's why England never got it's own parliament or assembly. It never lost it's own!

To be fair the so-called united kingdom is a result of the depraved desires of the ruling elite of England more than the English people themselves who have had to fight for centuries to get basic human rights from rulers who had no desire to grant these rights and would fight until blood flowed to keep them from the people of England. Democracy? What democracy?

Being of English hertiage (oh yes!), I find myself mourning the England that could have been. All the achievements lost or downed in the amoral hunger to be the biggest and best country in the whole world.
We didn't need to be and in the pursuit of it we lost a great and vital part of our soul. I cannot say the world is a better place because of it either. Sorry but that's what happens when you are lied to and you believe the lies as the perfect truth.
At the end of all this, there still is no uk. There is the yuk however, and that just makes you sick to the stomach.



Bisson



Monday 25 November 2019

Kids Programme!!

This is the planet of dark soup.

So called because it is made entirely of dark soup.

Except for the piece of land

That was unplanned

Some people lived there

Quite unaware

What did they have to eat as a treat?

Why nothing but dark soup!

This made them feel sad

So they would stay

For many a day

In their house called a croup.

One man called Maxwell

Who knew his facts well

Said I shall build a rocket by the croup

And fly us all off the planet called 'dark soup'.

He's crazy the others would say

Put him away!

Despite the sadness that filled,

Maxwell did build at least half a rocket

And left it at that.

Then every evening he joined the chrous crew

Throughout the croup

Oh why do we stay on

This planet of dark soup?!















Just a Thought...Flower of Scotland

I doubt 'Flower of Scotland' would have been written if not for the union...That's what the union did to Scotland.

The union allowed the Brattish Emptyness to  happen...
The Brattish Emptyness or Brit Emp for short made a tiny number of white men very, very rich and kept the rest docile, obedient and productive with flag-waving caca.

Sepoys tied to cannons, not necessarily to save ammunition which was the norm, but it was a very sadistic form of execution...This is one achievement of the British Empire but there are in fact many others; slavery, famine, theft, drug addiction, concentration camps, castration and outbreaks of sporadic yet jingoistic genocide.

This is why Scotland needs to be free.
Never mind the hive mind? Fears of a yoon? Capering in the butchers apron?
Well...yeah!

You can't erase a shame but you can say you want no part no more part of the deadbeat outfit which brought you the shame in the first place...plus 'Rule Britannia' such a jaw-breaking yawn anyway and the rest of the planet is sick of hearing about it.

Maybe make Brexit at last mean something - the exit from Britain!! Aha! Aha!



Bisson




Wednesday 15 November 2017

Fuck The Conservative Party...Forever

Hey!

I just got my letter telling me I'm coming off DLA and gotta claim PIP! I have to do this by a certain date or I don't get jack shit! Plus even if I do claim then you will be assessed and might not even get it! Also, I got my letter not long after finding out about the many tax avoidance and evasion schemes used by the wealthy that cost this country millions in lost revenue! Yippee! 

PIP, or pip, it's such a jolly name, just like Belsen is such a jolly name!

Actually the flouting of Godwin's Law just feels so appropriate and fitting for this situation right now that I'm just gonna do it anyway. That said the comparison of Iain Duncan Smith with Josef Mengele is unfair as Mengele's treatment of the disabled had some sort of sick, twisted purpose to it while Duncan Smith has none. You see Tories; even the Nazis were a better party than you and it really takes something for me to be saying that!! Seriously. 

PS: Just an FYI, when your new benefit system has already cost lives and will continue to do so, it ain't working!

Outside of current anger and despair, there is a recognition that nothing really could be done to stop this. Duncan Smith and DWP successors are stoolies figuratively as well as literally. This was going to happen and it didn't matter which puppet was going to implement this, our rulers (whoever you think they are) had already decided this was going to happen and this would be the benefit system from now on. It is fact. Any change or leniency is a dream for a far off day or simply will not happen.

One of the things I can take from this is the final removal of the illusion of justice; legal fairness and equality is only for the wealthy. Tax avoidance/evasion is for greedy bastards and they do nothing, repeat nothing, to help. They have washed their hands of their country and their country should do the same to them. Of course it won't, so, that's it. That's justice, which doesn't exist.

The saddest thing really is there is a lovely little island off the Irish coast called Tory; having been there, what a tragedy that it is now associated with one of the most immoral and malign political parties to ever have cursed the face of the Earth.

That's justice...



Bisson




Monday 23 October 2017

Why Brexit Must Destroy Britain

Brexit...really is a stupid word. As meaningless now as when it was coined up by whichever bite-size pain in the backside coined it up in the first place. It's Britain's exit from the European Union, not that Britain ever really joined in the first place, so its a stupid word as its not a word at all but lazy terminology.

When we speak of Britain, we of course mean England and its adjuncts; long-conquered and colonised Wales, subdued Scotland and the colony in Ireland that never really got much further south and so had to make do with being Northern Ireland. Still two out of three is not a bad hit rate and the English have learnt to live with that, albeit with the worse grace possible.

The real reasons for Britain leaving the EU are not exactly complex but have just not filtered through to the general population; mainly because the people in positions of power who want to leave, DON'T WANT the general population to know the real reasons for leaving the EU. Therefore the reason for leaving has been put down to the need for immigration control and how being part of the EU undermines such control.

Ah immigrants...that favoured old chestnut of an island people. To foam about immigration you need to have a basic and warped perception of nationalism and culture. Of course, Britain was built on immigration; you sort of need it to populate an island and would Scotland be such a pliant partner in the union if it had not be shorn of a sizable chunk of its population through forced emigration (becoming immigrants)? Nope, because the ones left are the ones too weak to put up any resistance.

Naturally in Britain immigrants are feared. From the modern EU, we have the descendants of all those people who fought so hard for Britain during World War Two and were then left high and dry afterwards. The immigrants who come from places that were run into the ground so Britain could have an empire and the immigrants who come every time a ham-fisted British foreign policy bites viciously on some distant country. Hated and feared, all of them.

Of course, they are in Britain to take jobs; which is easily done as they have fewer rights and protections compared to British workers and so rich, greedy employers hire them eagerly as they can then save some dosh not paying for Union agreed hours, wages, insurance and etc.

They are not here for the NHS and welfare state any more as that's nearly dead, of course.

So how can Britain save itself from immigrants? Well, the major problem is what we call Brexit. According to those in favour of leaving, Britain will become a wonderful paradise when it leaves where the streets will be paved in gold and everybody will be lovely and happy and free forevermore in their little land of hope and glory...

Nice, except that will make Britain an absolute magnet for immigration. Think about it, if Britain becomes this great land of honey and dew and sugar rock candy, then that's exactly the place people will want to be. They'll come in their droves and what is more they will come illegally which will mean you'll never be too sure how many immigrants are in the country at any given time. Unless of course you're prepared to watch every inch of the coastline 24/7, but even at that...

So if Brexit happens and Britain becomes the place the leavers want it to be then it will totally defeat the purpose of anti-immigration which is the main reason the general population voted to leave the EU. Britain will be viewed as the ultimate destination for ALL immigrants.

Ergo if you are anti-immigration then Brexit must kill Britain; the country must be reduced to a sniveling pile of wretched putridness, far below the degradation of even the most poverty stricken Third World country. It must be the worst place on Earth; the last place people escaping war and poverty want to come to. That is why for Brexit to truly work it must destroy Britain.

Yet fear not little foaming outsider haters, the ruin of Britain began well before it decided to leave the EU now...




Bisson.




Saturday 2 July 2016

Poor Pussy Cat

Greetings,

Boredom breeds laziness, but what breeds boredom? Good Question. Perhaps the simple answer is fear.

What is fear? Just to love, the one you think of and they then run away from you, not allowing you to? Perhaps.

I was going to explain the origin of the phrase "Not so lucky, Pierre" which my name gave weight to.

Well, it is the cri de coeur of the unlucky in love, of which I am the most I know. I have fallen to love and lost.

I have tried to reach out and been rejected.

Ah that the most painful curse of all as you reveal yourself to your most naked core and are still found wanting. How do you, how can you feel then?

So fuck dating websites.

What is left? Well the infinite flaws of oneself, which of course, you are not unaware.

But then? Are you not a person of some interest? Do you not have redeeming features? So why be rejected?

I know not.

When one tries to find love and is rejected, one can be as I was and at least one can say; "Not so lucky, Pierre!" As luck favors those who pertain towards it...

Perhaps it is best to pour yet more into the glass and think no more of it.



Pierre




Wednesday 29 June 2016

Nurture not Nature...

Waiting for something worth posting...this isn't it.

I remember a conversation I had with an ex...

Her: "Bisson, where are our children?"

Me: "Ehh, here and thereabouts on the bed sheet dearest, in fact if you get an extra strong microscope you can see them better. Look our eldest is doing front and backstroke. He'll be an Olympic champion that one..."

Her: "Would they not be better in my vagina?!"

Me: "But that's where they become really expensive my love!"

Her: "You pulled out as you came, you fucking..."

And that's all I remember of that conversation, but that was quite a later relationship and you can see why that ended. I was too far gone then.

I tried Plenty of Fish quite a few times before that. What happens on POF is one out of over 99,000 girls you contact actually answers your email for which you've had to debase and humiliate yourself completely to send, which is exactly how you feel when they don't respond. Self-respect? Had to look that up in a dictionary and I haven't had it since I was five years old anyway.

The ones that do...it turns out you rather they hadn't. What happens is you meet a girl and she expels a small mass of tobacco into a spittoon, pushes her stetson up to get a good look at you and speaks to you in that fine western, Arizona drawl that all girls have.

"That's a real purty heart yeh got thar..."

You nod your head, albeit in fearful agreement. She will spit out another spume of tobacco and then resume her considered remarks.

"Real purty...Actshually that lil 'ol heart looks real fine in that chest cavity...but would look even bettah if Ah rip it outta there, throw it to the ground and stamp on it continuous laike...then it'll look real beautyfull in mah trophai cabinet..."

At this point you shake your head fiercely in fearful disagreement but you know it's all too late for that, cos she spits out her last wad of tabaccy and comes for yeh. Some of them don't even bring their own spittoons and you're left with a horrendous carpet cleaning bill.

Now that was POF, but you'll have exactly the same experience on OK Cupid, Match.com, Tinder and so on. Just the stetsons tend to vary.

I've been ripped to pieces over love and relationships since I was 20 anyway. I'm quite fed up with it by now. It's like getting ripped to pieces by wild dogs but you've got to stitch yourself together each time and your needlework is getting worse every time, really bad and there's always material left over. If you're in a monastery and you ever get a twinge of 'what if?', don't. Brother, you took the easy way out.

Actually as I race towards middle age I have found that past experience has tended to heighten my standards. Now, for example, I will ask myself a question like this;

'Is this woman as good as or better than "No Other", the album by Gene Clark?'

'Erm...better than "Life's Greatest Fool"...? Possibly, though I've had my self-respect trod on more than I have listened to that song...'

'Ok...is she as good as "Strength of Strings?'

'BAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! Are you serious?? There hasn't been the woman born!!'

'What about "Some..."

'You seriously need to shut up now, this is the stupidest internal conversation I've ever had.'

And that is the lesson I've learnt the hard way. Girlfriends are great, don't get me wrong but they will never, ever be as great as good music. That will never leave you, it will always break your heart only in a good way and is always there when you're heart has been broken by some nasty human.

So get a monastery with a good sound system and you're set for life!



Bisson