Fucks who write letters to newspapers

Occasionally, you'll get an interesting opinion piece in the opinion pages of a paper. Most of the shit they print there is utter fucking shite. The worst offenders are those fucking tabloids. In a broadsheet you may get someone attempting to start a debate on, say, mental health funding. In those arsewipe tabloids you'll get barely literate asshats writing in about "the youth of today" or "why can't the trains run on time and also stop right outside my house but not make any noise" or even shit like "why don't people give up their seat for me?" rubbish.

Listen up you fuckwits: no one gives a shit about your pathetic opinions. Your opinions are fucking crap. Just because you can stop drolling long enough to put the spastic thoughts of yours to a piece of paper with your turd-proof big crayons is no fucking reason to do so. Rather, bang your head into a fucking wall: it will do more good.

Anyone who wants to complain I am being some intellectual elitist can get fucked.

Petty fights in comment sections on blogs

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Because of the photos the formatting may be a bit fucked. If it troubles you in any waythen fuck off.

Having spats in the comments of blogs over tiny shit: not enough of it. You all fucking hate each other, admit it. Now get to work pumping out the fucking hatred.

(Harrow, if it helps, hatred is fucking beautiful).

Tofu

Fucking tofu is one of the, if not the, fucking worst food on earth. It's fucking horrible stuff and anyone who thinks I am going to eat it can get fucked. I fully support this call to recognise tofu as the fucking spawn of the devil. Fucking slimy shit it is.

Big Posts

Even given that I wrote the fuck...too fucking much to read. Fucking verbosity is shit.

Over Officious fucks

Well, fuck me if its been a while since I posted. Life and all that, you know. Sucks up my fucking time. If anyone has an issue with it, please kindly forward your complain to fuck@off.

Anyway, it is no surprise to many of my readers (the fucking few that are left...) that I live in Melbourne. Melbourne is one of the greatest cities in the world, easily the best metropolis in Australia. Sydney can get fucked. All it has is a few iconic structures in the middle of a fucking swamp of fucked up tools. Don't believe me? Try visiting sometime.

Recently, Melbourne has hosted the Commonwealth Games. Now, they were a lot of fucking fun, and all, but they called for the recruitment of thousands of voluntees. The so called fucking Smurfs, cos of their blue uniform and shit like that. And they were all fucking midgets.

Some of these smurfs got a little fucking power crazy. Due to some events, the roads were sealed in my part of town. Fair enough. So they set up these fucking crossing points for you to corss the fucking road. They were divided into two halves - for each crossing direction, but the fuckers were quiet when I was using them. Still, simply because this is what some of the fucks were told to do, I had to enter and exit via the left side. Understandable when the traffic is heavy, pointless when it isn't.

So, quiet road, just me crossing. What do some of these over important shitheads do? Direct me to go to the fucking left side, even when the right side is easier for everone. One fat blue fuck even stood in front of me and forced me to go over to the otherside, probable cos it made him feel like a big man - instead of the fat fuck he was.

All that was needed was a little common sense. Not some melgomanic, jumped up, little fuckwits.

South African Cricket

You win the "greatest" ODI ever and then you let fucking Stuart Clark take 9 wickets in the match? You can make fucking 438 runs in 50 overs but then collapse for 205 and 197 in the next test? What the fuck is that? The whole fucking side, and country, is for the tip.

People who think the inclusion of Stuart MacGill would change things

"We'd have won [insert match/series here] if MacGill was playing!" Fucking bollocks. Utter fucking shite. Could he create peace in the Middle East or cure cancer? Fuck no. But aparently he would have made it all different, he fucking would have.

Fuck off with that shite.

Arty opening ceremonies

What the fuck is with overly arty opening ceremonies? Why the fuck do we need some fucking sotry, told through art? What ever happened to letting the athletes come out, doing the ceremonial shit and getting the fuck on with business? People shouldn't need to grap "the meaning" of some passage of a ceremony - it's not a fucking opera. Memo to all "artistic directors": if the fucking public doesn't understand what the fuck you're on about then it isn't them. It's fucking you.

The fireworks were fucking cool, though.

Mick Lewis

Fucking disgraceful. You claimed a record that Muralithuran should have gone to his grave with. I don't give a shit of the fucking pitch was as lifeless as Price Phillip. 113 runs off 10 overs if fucking inexcusable.

Your fucking ODI career is for the tip.

Seat warming whingers

I've been reluctant to post anyting since my post on that fucking frog - I think that that was my best work ever, for fucking everything. Something finally shitted me off enough to post again...

What type of old geazer whinges because he has to move desk? One of the sad fucks in my office. That's who. I won't go into the full story now: I'll save it for another time. The fucking upshot is this. Some whinging bastard starts whinging right in front of me because I "stole" his desk at work. Accused me of fucking lying to get it. What a fucking tool.

Seriously, the fucker is into his 50s, I'm guessing. And the thing he's worried about most is where he is sitting for the few hours of the fucking day he actually comes into the office. Not even his fucked up prostate and the fact he can't get it up any more rate higher on his irks scale it seems. Fucking old geazer, when will the world see the virtues of my call to euthanise spastics like that?