rocket_scientist

With the brave lassie prosecutor in South Korea indicting top government officials, it reminded me of generalisations. Having lived in Hong Kong for six years, my lasting impression of Chinese authority was one of suspicion. Mine towards them. Theirs towards every cunt. The Asian rulers are suppressors who despise individual expression as it threatens their corruptly-held power. I was lucky enough to see Ai Weiwei's exhibition at the RA late 2015, a powerful indictment of the inhumanity of the Chinese ruling class. Islam targets women rather than artists. Muslim men suppress the fairer sex for reasons we could speculate on but exercising generality, it's pretty obvious why they do even if politically incorrect to say so. When power is acquired and exercised inhumanely, it's always a matter of time before the cracks start to show. In the Muslim world of course, cracks (and tits) are definitely not for show.

Marvellous. You indulge me. The further imprecision of these words provide an opportunity for me to speak more shite, to post some further pish, clarity in communication being an irrationally-held passion. Cuntery in humans is not hypothetical and yet being a cunt is diametrically opposite from having cunt. A human cunt is a nasty bastard. Limmy's observations on this subject, stepping on the boy's shoe, wiping the tourists' camera and grogging on the hearse were funny as fuck, given the fakery in the apology, the cooperative smile and pointing out the grog to the congregation respectively, all ending up with the same facial expression manifestation of human cuntness. Having cunt on the other hand is generally regarded as a positive. No man ever achieved fuck all without wanting to, without having the burning desire to achieve the goal, very often at any cost. The ruthlessness to succeed, the singularity of focus and the sheer determination are what's known as having cunt although fuck knows what all this has got to do with vapers, who are demonstrably weak lily-livered self-centred ignorant pigs who never got enough of their mithers' tit.

Where the original Trainspotting got a 9/10 from me - and both Trainspotting and Porno the books get 10/10 - T2 gets 8.25 out of 10 from me. Very enjoyable, if not very far-fetched most of the time. Some harrowing scenes, some hilarious ones. Anjela Nedyalkova stunningly beautiful highlight for me. Begbie is brilliant. Spud is class. It's a must-see.

I suggest you find a better class of woman, one who's pussy is not foul-smelling, the minority who are hygienecally or genetically-challenged. It's one of the two rules. Stinking fanny or never offer to stand their hand are non-long-term propositions.

I'll be able to tell you how good it is later today. Cos I just know it's going to be.

The double back heel to Dembele goal they showed on the news was a thing of majestic beauty.

Your post reminded me of the Hearts fans throwing bananas at Mark Walters. It's amazing to think stuff like that happened in our lifetimes.

Not your kind of thread yet your first post? Do you normally dwell in negativity? I shouldn't be surprised at some of you thinking women and poofs. I used to think like that too. When I was skint. No that's not true. I would never have gone for stuff like North Face or Berghaus or Superdry or Hollister - or the equivalent brands back then - for one simple reason. It's too popular. If most people like it, it must be shit. Hmm, that's not true either as I had Adidas and Levi's and even Wranglers once upon a time. I hope you win a Fjallraven shirt in a raffle so you can appreciate the difference quality makes.

I didn't go yesterday either but it's fact that if the subs changed the game in AFC's favour, then that is highly unusual. McInnes' record with substitutions is particularly weak. Not only has he introduced players that were just wrong for the situation, he generally puts them on at the wrong times, usually when it's too late. Here's hoping that our manager is finally learning, or is now getting blessed with a slice of luck. The 2-1 away win at Partick last out was a fortunate win and we'll take the 3 points all day every day, however they're earned.

I should've added a category for socks. I never gave a fuck about socks my whole life until recently. I was a six pack for a tenner or fiver fae a supermarket before. What a difference wearing decent socks makes. Chup, Homespun, Beams and Sock & Trotter, all good for the soul.

The Merrells are only for work as they keep the feet bone dry. Hmrph. New fav shoes this week. Black Doc Martens. Awesome. Iconic clear/grey plastic sole and yellow stitching. New fav casual jacket last month - Engineered Garments New York.

I've always liked whisky but didn't really touch it for 20/25 years until 10 years ago. A bottle would last 12/18 months in our hoose. When I discovered a new vintner, he offered me a taste of Bruichladdich XVII and I bought a bottle. I bought 5 bottles of it in 5 months but probably overdid it, not that you can get it anymore but it was that that switched my whisky light back on. A mate bought me a couple of special edition Bruichladdichs 2 or 3 years ago but I felt bad returning them to him because they were wasted on me, very dark and peaty and not my taste at all. Never touch Islays myself these days.

Chateau des Gravieres 2014 tonight. Which I bought. A sixth of the price of the bottle I drank last week, which was donated by a grateful client, Flor de Pingus 2000, the most expensive wine I've ever had.

The visual is important. Don't underestimate that. Yours looks like sick on a plate.

Pffft. Made in a Hollywood basement - Red Hot CP. If you believe... R.E.M. They can get to fuck. We at NESA were the best but they never funded us properly. We had some cracking space cadets at the North East Space Authority. All top secret, we were saving civilisation I'll have you know. We were on to those Monsanto cunts. Most of our lot are living on Union Street or developed terminal drink and drugs habits now. Fucking government.

Fixed it for ya. Jeez I'm getting worried about you and that gender-challenged, sun-soaked heid o yours. Women playing rugby or fitba? It's just wrong. They're shit at it and it wasn't designed for their physicality. Useless bitches.

We sold our flat in Glasgow and rented in Stewarton for a while before going to Melbourne. Friends of ours from there we keep in touch with relocated to Troon a year or so back. The new hooses as you come in from the Irvine side. Very nice. Ayrshire's not all bad. A lot of it is right enough but where in Scotland doesn't have shit? Fife is exclusively shit. So is Brechin. The Black Isle is black and north of there is a right no-go area. And most wee toons in the North East are racist parochial pigs.

Watch yersel Malaga. They might start talking about ye and speculating on which side you're on. This was quoted earlier today > You mean egg-chasing? Do you have a beard? Are you a closet poof? Did you go to one of those fee-paying "public" schools? Were you shite at fitba? Do you think it's funny to all stick yer dick into the pint of the guy who went for a piss? Do you get a hard-on in a scrum, your hands grappling with man-flesh, your face almost up the hairy arse in front of you, the smell of sweat and beastliness? > You've got a point about the plastic fans but in my experience, they're only a very small minority in a NE pub. It's just that they're a noticeable minority when seeming to give a fuck about Engerlish teams or the cunt sisters when they clearly haven't been to their home games and ken fuck all about fuck all. When the beardy weirdy rugger buggers get together and the pub is FULL o the cunts, that's an intolerable situation. Worse actually, are the women who are giving it large when the egg-chasing is on. Their delusion that the game is played by "real men" is sickening. Not that many of them are shaggable but like dykes, just a waste of a potential pussy.

Fucking hell. Do these fuckers not know how to shave? Ugly cunts. The Hamish moustache is a beaut.

Yeah the Strachan & McGoo tenure is a shit show. I'm sure it can be exciting to watch. I just can't watch it without thinking of the calibre of cunt who plays it or is enthused by it. The rugby coaches are the worst, especially those foreigners - mostly kiwis - who speak shite and you definitely wouldn't want to spend time with. They're all so establishment and being an anti-authoritarian kind of rocket, I despise everything about them. Big fat useless bellends the lot of em. With no necks.

For some bizarre reason, the only cunts who like rugby in the NE either went to Gordon's or are farmers. You won't get the kids in Mastrick or Kincorth interested.

Eh? Scotland aren't playing? You mean egg-chasing? Do you have a beard? Are you a closet poof? Did you go to one of those fee-paying "public" schools? Were you shite at fitba? Do you think it's funny to all stick yer dick into the pint of the guy who went for a piss? Do you get a hard-on in a scrum, your hands grappling with man-flesh, your face almost up the hairy arse in front of you, the smell of sweat and beastliness? I don't like rugby by the way.

Here's another truth. The reason why I put desire at the front is because the best want to win so badly, they work harder than the rest and they work smarter than the rest. Sacrifice and work ethic is all, and is completely fuelled by wanting to succeed. Too many want it handed to them on a plate and don't have the burning desire to put in the thousands of hours.

It's quite simple. In order to succeed, you have to want to. I suspect McInnes doesn't believe he can beat Celtic, or Rangers actually. He's not made of the right stuff. The definition of positive thinking that I use is threefold - Desire, Belief & Expectation. Even wanting to win isn't always a given. Wanting not to fail is a completely different mindset but without believing that you can win and going there expecting to win, the game's a bogey. Attitude and mindset. It was ever thus.

Haha. Soap operas. Haven't seen one for 20 years. Corrie I liked. Did Eastenders for a year or two, on and off. Never watched Emmerdale but weirdly, Amos rings a bell. Can almost picture the old goat. Watched the Liverpool soap for first few episodes, Brookside I think it was called but that was a waste of time. Sad things, soap operas "enjoyed" by sad people. That's a generalisation of course. Exceptions to every rule and all that.