he's just a fucking

what the fuck

i mean it's just fucking...

this utter fucking...

i can't even

....

does he really fucking think that there is a white english subjectivity that is just totally pure and inherent and does not ever riot and cannot physically contain these looting impulses and can predict the future but becomes contaminated by black immigrants that cause it to fufill its prophecies in the future because of text messages that shorten the english language what the fuck i don't even doesn't make what the fuck sense

and, like always, he is fundamentally incapable of SHUTTING THE FUCK UP and letting someone else speak because the utter tripe spilling out of his mouth cannot stop for the mere likes of another persons perspective

i literally can't even...
what the fuck

right fuck this

the right wing press dehumanizes rioters, claims they are feral animals and that their lives are worth nothing, and that inanimate matter, the property they destroyed, has more value than they do.

so we should apply the same tactic and refuse to differentiate between the government and media elites and the buildings they inhabit.

so next time we can burn them to the fucking ground and dave starky can bang his fists against a 42nd floor window and try to make gang signs to communicate that he can't get out and he's going to burn to death and he needs help but we won't be able to understand him and we'll just txt him like: "LOL WUT U BRUNIN IN DA HIZZIE HOMIE?"

I think I know a lot of people who'll secretly nod and grin at what he's saying but never actually say those things to their friends in a pub.

and you thought I was unsympathetic...

nodding and grinning?

???

joking.

london needs a new approach...peace!

four months for "ranting and swearing" --- lolUK

is that what happened to glice?

I assumed this was the reason:
I'm just shocked it wasn't some guy's bicycle seat.

I've never been more insulted than by the suggestion that I'd ever be seen doing anything in fucking Salford.

I think I heard him saying this when I was queuing to buy my paper last week. He was standing behind me and had very cleverly disguised himself as a fat old woman buying the Daily Mail.

i blame noels wonky eyes.

The Daily Mail has clearly unhinged you, for some unfathomable reason.

"is it worth the aggrivation to find yourself a job when theres nothing worth working for?"

Ironically, one of Oasis' acceptable lyrics.