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Faces of Meth
Faces ravaged by meth use, many of them very ugly to begin with.

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Online database of snitches.

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A Face of Meth before and after. Or possibly vice versa.

I DESPAIR OF ENGLAND SOMETIMES

Christmas Eve. Back on the home acres. My father threatened to shoot me when I showed up, until I reminded him that I was his son.

"Ah, yes. You are the elder one, are you not? Or are you the one who went native at agricultural college? Anyway, come in, you squinting idiot. You want money, I suppose?"

He evicted old Longbottom from the his tied cottage this morning. He'd blundered into the bear traps we set for the poachers and lost a couple of limbs. "Damned annoying, of course," my father said, " but a double amputee is no damned use to me. The estate has to stand on its own two feet. Which is more than Longbottom can do, come to think of it...

"He stood there weeping in the drizzle with this ugly children and ugly dog, as the bailiffs did their work. Blubbering and snivelling like the worst kind of Spaniard. I despair of England sometimes."

On Monday we ride down to Somerset for the Boxing Day Badger Shoot. Tomorrow I'll probably just stay in and watch crap on the electric television. It's a family tradition.

The Sunday Times is selling champagne coolers made by Luo tribespeople* for £89.

Two thousand and six years ago Santa Claus was nailed to the cross, and they have turned his temple into a den of thieves. Christ, what arseholes.



*A tribe in Kenya. They settled on the shores of Lake Victoria where they live by fishing, and selling crap to Sunday Times readers.

HAPPY CRITMAS

A card arrives to “teacher Harry”, signed by all my students.

“Happy Critmas,” it says. “You is the best english teacher in the world.”

Apparently not, but thanks.

MORE AMERICAN MENTALISM

A 17-year-old in Georgia has been sentenced to 10 years in prison for getting a blowjob from a 15-year-old. That makes about as much sense as this video of singing cats.



You would think that maybe 8 years in jail would be enough to teach the lecherous young goat a lesson, but apparently not. He gets out in 2016.

Georgia’s state motto is "Wisdom, Justice, and Moderation". Irony can be pretty ironic sometimes.

(Cats via Tim Worstall and lysergic acid diethylamide.)

KILLER FACT!

Fewer than 1.4% of Iranians attend Friday prayers, according to Iran's Ministry Of Culture And Guidance. But 2.8% of Iranians are addicted to opiates.*

As in Britain, opium is the opium of the masses.

*It's on page 79 of the report.

GO AND FUCK YOURSELVES

Kos has won again in the North American Champion Bore Awards. The finalists were the same gits as last year, and the year before that, and the year before that. As a news source, there isn’t one of them that rises to the level of the Bournemouth Daily Echo, let alone the Cheddar Valley Gazette. And it’s not as if they have any other redeeming features. The Instapundit wrote 19 posts yesterday, but it doesn’t follow that he is doing anything useful.

I’ve had a gizzard full of these people. Blogs don’t have to be this dull, any more than phone calls have to be dull. I mean, it depends what you say. The problem is that Insta, Kos, Poweline, Malkin etc. set the tone because hundreds of thousands of cretins link to and imitate this solemn rubbish.

Malkin is from the Philippines; Kos is from Bolivia or some fucking hole; Reynolds is from the state of Tennessee, which is basically a bunch of idiots living in a giant rhombus. Legally they are American, but culturally they are Swiss.

What’s wrong with being Swiss? Listen, and I’ll tell you.

The Swiss are the world’s most miserable creatures. Baffled and affronted by anyone who tries to make a joke, they fanatically disapprove of any humour that rises above the level of a clown being hit with a broom, though if you spill soup down your shirt they will laugh. Incapable of joy, they devote their dismal lives to banking and endless niggling referendums. From time to time an Italian visitor will have his car clamped, or be fined for smoking: this provides the only sour amusement a Swiss ever experiences.

After a few decades of this he dies, and the cuckoo clock croaks its mournful music over his lifeless body.

Go and fuck yourself, if you are a blogger or a Swiss. A very Merry Christmas to everyone else.