Monday, 21 December 2009

Must we throw this filth at our popkids?

Of course there are bigger arseholes than Chris Grayling out there, as Nick Griffin, leader of the racist BNP manages to portray effortlessly time after time. Surely even the coldest-hearted soul cannot failed to be moved to tears of laughter by this pant-wetting nativity story.



As someone just pointed out to me - does he realise he has an incinerator in his living room?

Back to some lovely indiepop later in the week. Promise.