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(, Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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I don't use twitter but someone sent me a link to this Texan bible bashing CUNT called Chet walken (he looks like great troll fodder: walken4GOP is his name and yeee-har, lovin jesus and hatin on non white non christians sure is his game. How very Christian of him). He has been saying that we should all be thanking jesus NOT the medics for saving muamba, who isn't worth saving cos he's black btw, and then goes on and on about how America should have let hitler have Britain and how all animals (by which the observant may have guessed that he means anyone black) should get the blue fuck out of the glorious beauty of the USA... So, question. What can be said to someone so horrifically ignorant?
favstar.fm/users/Walken4GOP (prob nsfw as his comments are pretty fucking nasty)
Alt: would you tweet it to him?
Alt alt: what's the first thing you'll do when you get to work this morning?
(, Tue 20 Mar 2012, 8:16, 176 replies, latest was 14 years ago)
"what the hell happened? Feels like the entire uk is pissed off at me. What is a bellend?"
(, Tue 20 Mar 2012, 8:19, Reply)
Actually you know you've been on here too long when part of you does wonder if even sick shit is trolling...
(, Tue 20 Mar 2012, 8:27, Reply)
If you want to say anything, just make reference to the fact that Proverbs 14:6-7 says you shouldn't speak to him. Alternatively, just ignore him.
Alt: I haven't, simply because I can't be arsed.
Alt Alt: Have some diet coke, as I didn't get to bed until after 2am, again.
Right, something people might be able to help me with quickly, I've got some diced BBQ pork in the freezer, any suggestions for what to cook with it?
Currently it's going to be pork with onions, peppers & sweetcorn, served with rice. Considering adding some jerk seasoning to the sauce, as well as some cayenne pepper, and some honey. Any other suggestions?
(, Tue 20 Mar 2012, 8:27, Reply)
I am tempted to have a go at him on Twitter. I have over 11,500 people follow me (I use it for work) so could stir it up a bit.
Alt: I will take suggestions of what I should say.
Alt Alt: Have a can of Lucozade.
(, Tue 20 Mar 2012, 8:38, Reply)
Something like 'seriously fuck off you druggie prick'.
(, Tue 20 Mar 2012, 9:00, Reply)
Fuck the fucken fuck off you prick. Stop picking on me.
(, Tue 20 Mar 2012, 9:05, Reply)
is that part of the addiction problem?
(, Tue 20 Mar 2012, 9:08, Reply)
Sadly I fear I cannot help you with this, as a return favour.
(, Tue 20 Mar 2012, 9:16, Reply)
If so, there is little point in trying to offer him an alternative viewpoint.
Alt: I don't use twitter.
Altalt: Make tea, switch on internet, tune out.
(, Tue 20 Mar 2012, 8:48, Reply)
He's brainwashed for life, hopefully technology would allow any potential offspring of his to get the message the rest of the world has; that chrstian fundiementalisim is as fucking dangerous, scary and incorrect, as any other kind of religious fundimentalisim.
(, Tue 20 Mar 2012, 8:55, Reply)
he's probably Rick Santorum's other personality.
Alt: I don't use twitter
Alt alt: hahahaha
(, Tue 20 Mar 2012, 9:00, Reply)
that his wife lived with a leading abortionist who was forty years older than her for six years.
(, Tue 20 Mar 2012, 9:23, Reply)
I'd quite like it if Santorum won the nomination, because it guarantees Obama stays in power. Sadly even the Republicans seem to have worked out they can't have a total wingnut for a nominee. Although even Romney's semiwingnut.
(, Tue 20 Mar 2012, 9:31, Reply)
We really should invite him to join /OT, he'd put us all in our place.
Alt: I might actually tweet him a link to yesterday's Monty/Quinten pissing contest and tell him Monty's black, I think Bert could do with the backup.
AltAlt: headphones, coffee, work*
*Ha!
(, Tue 20 Mar 2012, 9:22, Reply)
(, Tue 20 Mar 2012, 9:28, Reply)
One is to let it go and to understand that everyone gets a hard time on b3ta - me and Bobby got the full treatment when we started. The other is to keep picking fights. Your call.
(, Tue 20 Mar 2012, 9:31, Reply)
MORNING ALL!
alt: some anthrax
altalt: coffee, always coffee
(, Tue 20 Mar 2012, 9:37, Reply)
Also, Fighting Jack Churchill would have loved it if America "let" Hitler have Britain. And whatever Fighting Jack Churchill would have wanted, I want.
(, Tue 20 Mar 2012, 9:42, Reply)
but I do enjoy the fact that whilst American heros are all lantern-jawed apple pie types, ours are all completely fucking nuts by any measurable system. Usually the system provided is the Boy's Own Adventure stories.
(, Tue 20 Mar 2012, 9:46, Reply)
…thought Quinten as he gunned his glossy blue Ford Probe through the Reading suburbs. He cast his brilliant business mind back to where he’d first heard it – the previous week in the car with Dawn on the way to the Wetherspooon’s in the precinct for ‘Curry Club’ night with Tricky and Tasha (korma and WKD for the ‘ladies’, tikka massala and a bottle of Bud for the guys). Things were going really well. iPhone sales were SMASHING IT, thanks in no small part to his motivational speech at last month’s Phones4U management conference in Basingstoke Business Village, he thought to himself. At one point things weren’t so good: his marriage had collapsed under the weight of the incest/paedo case, and he really lost it – only gelling his hair once a day and on one occasion drinking four beers in a single week.
But that was before Dawn. Their lunchtime dates had been going swimmingly – they’d even bought some faux leather picture frames together in the Homebase sale. He felt sure that it was only a matter of time before they’d be looking at Barratt homes together and making plans for the future. The automatic CD changer (HA! I bet Steve at number 15 doesn’t have one of these babies in HIS Probe!!!) switched over to Phil Collins as he neared Dawn’s faceless cul-de-sac. Had he the wit to notice it, the spring sky was a beautiful azure blue and starlings wheeled and arced their graceful skyborne dance above him.
He knew something was wrong the moment he turned in to Noel Edmonds Close. Dawn’s front door was open and there was an empty Lambrini bottle lying in her front garden, next to the rusting Austin Allegro and the brick wishing well. Fearing the worst he pushed open the door, and his heart sank. Four pairs of Army boots lay discarded at the foot of the stairs, along with Dawn’s favourite white stilettoes.
‘IT ENT WOT IT FUCKEN LOOKS LIKE QUINT YOU PRICK’ caterwauled Dawn. It was hard to tell under the layers of ‘San Tropez’ and 2kg of Superdrug makeup, but he could swear she looked flushed. ‘OI’M JUST DOIN’ ME BIT FOR ‘ELP FOR ‘EEEEROES…’
(, Tue 20 Mar 2012, 10:25, Reply)
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