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Thursday 22 July 2010

Poor Nick Griffin.

Just imagine the scene. Everyone's favourite racist twat, in a rented suit, blinking back a tear in his one good eye as he is turned away from the garden party at Buck House. Then he is shouted at by nasty, Peter Tatchell. But big tough Nicky G is not scared that much, as he has hired thugs to protect him from the horrid, scary, shouty man. And he needs them as it would not be a fair match. Spineless, bitter racist windbag against heroic, fearless campaigner. Especially as Nick is so upset and outraged.

Nick thinks it is an “absolute scandal” that he was not let into the palace garden party and to be honest so do I. Why keep one racist scumbag out when the place was probably packed with them? I bet they invite loads so Philip has to someone to talk to and no one is offended by his favourite of racist jokes. Then again, Griffin is a common racist and your average posh racist hates common people as much as they hate foreigners! Oh unless the foreigners are Greek, or German – no they don’t like the Germans, or do they? Oh yeah, and some Asian people are okay if they are called “Sooty” and play polo….. fuck, this is confusing. At least we know that William and Harry are not… bollocks! I give up.

But it makes me chuckle that England's best know racist was not let into a party given by the wife of the country's second best known racist. Poor Nick, he is even a shit racist, but I still want to punch out his good eye every time I see him. Is that wrong?

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