Not even a fucking flesh wound.
November 11, 2011
Only a retarded cockroach with half a cockroach brain who dropped out of cockroach school to become a drummer could deny that the next federal election will be a fucking doozy.
It’s going to involve the kind of headline-pumping, shit-stirring, muck-raking fun that can only be had when you take an awkward, pre-programmed, charisma-free she-robot, an ousted, pissed-off, silver-helmeted hyper-nerd and a grinning wing-nutted moron from the fucking eighteenth century and shake them up in a bag.
But please, everyone, let’s not get too fucking carried away.
It will be an election, not a war.
It will involve weeks and weeks of ball-achingly dull, smarmy and blatantly brown-nosey ads mentioning ‘working families’, ‘Ma and Pa investors’, ‘who can you trust?’ platitudes and other highly concentrated bullshit.
This will be followed by an otherwise fuckwit-free Saturday being hassled at the local scout hall by partisan retirees shoving ‘how to vote’ leaflets in your face before you make a couple of half-arsed squiggles on a doona-sized piece of paper and shove it in a cardboard slot.
Election promises will not be written in blood.
There will be no actual salvos fired.
It will not be a bloodbath for the losing parties.
THIS is a fucking bloodbath.
Pull your fucking head in, spin-monkeys.
Here’s the original Swearing Bear – Keith The Moravian Swearing Bear: http://www.abc.net.au/triplej/30years/stories/s1292657.htm BRILLIANT – I loved Mikey Robbins doing this, even though he hated it. 🙂
You are fucking great…I love bears that swear
Someone should give that Bear his own blog. Don’t worry, I’ll let myself out.