Thursday 30 December 2010

Arseholes of the Year.

Diane Abbott.


She doesn't know how much 'Two pieces of chicken & chips' costs - she only understands the pricing of chicken in bucket quantity.

...but she is just a normal, down-to-earth person, like us.

Cheryl Cole. 


Everyone's favourite violent racist...except for black women, of course, who she attacks.
I wish she'd attack Diane Abbott.

'The judge called it "an unpleasant piece of drunken violence" for which Tweedy had shown "no remorse whatsoever".'

So please: keep lauding people such as Cheryl Cole - keep holding them up as exemplary: someone the young should aspire to be like; and keep lamenting the fact that people do bad things. After all: the two aren't connected, are they?

Ed Miliband.


Look at that fucking face - it's like a two-inch thick rubber mask that's been left in the sun for too long.
Monstrum in fronte, monstrum in animo ('Monster in face, monster in soul') as Nietzsche said.

And if Beaker from The Muppets had been made out of plastic, they'd be twins:


David Miliband.


Speaking of twins...
It's a good job this pair of fuckwits have different names: how else would you tell them apart?

Come to think of it, I don't know which one is the leader of their shitty little 'party' - or what difference it makes.

Tila Tequila.


She's erm...sexy.
In fact, the last thing I saw that was so sexy was a pile of meat I stapled together - and further degraded by plastering with various chemicals and adornments. The best two nights of my life was when I fucked that thing.

Looking at Ms Tequila here, I can't help but look forward to the next time I staple hair extensions to a beef topside.

Everybody involved, in any way, with the TV show 'Manswers'.

I really just want to give up on life when watching this show; it's less distressing to watch videos of the holocaust.

The cast of 'Jersey Shore'.


Did the producer/s of this show aim to cast a group of people who embody the worst attributes of Americans?
Are they waging psy-ops against the West, in order that we can't justify any complaints about the atrocities the muslims perpetrate against us? - Is this show intended as Osama Bin laden's mitigation, should he ever come to trial?*

'Cause if it is used for that purpose, i'd let him off, and give him as many planes as he wants.

Nick Hogan.


In another excellent instance of 'reaping what you sow', this fucktard was the subject of a 'reality show' on MTV, which obviously means that his behaviour is condoned by this corporation/society. He is also a symbol of success - what people should aspire to, and look to emulate.
So not only did his idiotic, irresponsible, selfish (fun) driving leave a man a vegetable...but he was made a celebrity prior to this, and this crime was part of a character very well-documented.

And then him and his dad - 'Hulk' Hogan - blamed the guy he turned into a vegetable.

I just don't see what hope society has when people who behave like this are held up as successes, rather than disgraces.

Charlie Brooker.



This man sold out in spectacular fashion, this year.

Charlie Brooker has a long history of a very high standard of cultural criticism: from the little-known - and unfortunately: unavailable on DVD - TVGoHome, to his immense collaboration with the brilliant Chris Morris on Nathan Barley, and his BBC series Screenwipe.

However, the bizarre, unaccountable announcement was made this year that he had married a vapid, conformist TV presenter: a woman named Konnie Huq, whose credits - in sharp contradistinction to Mr Brooker's - include Blue Peter, GMTV, Top of the Pops, and some pile of shit on The Disney Channel.
To those of a mind to appreciate the poignancy and relevance of his insights, and the stellar work he had done, through his writing, in arguing for a raising of standards in order to improve society, were galled and shocked to learn this: it seemed like a betrayal of his beliefs; a gross act of hypocrisy.

And it was.

Essentially, the case against him can be summed up this simply:

his wife's job is to provide a pretty face on TV shows; one month after they were married, she went and worked on a TV show called The X Factor.

- and his own words can be used to condemn him.

For his condemnation of 'vapid eye candy', see this clip, at four minutes in (presenter #3):

Charlie Brooker's condemnation of his future wife

'The sort of person you could be forgiven for thinking is only on the box because they look sort of nice.'

...or you were married to because they look sort of nice.


'The least meaningful job in the universe.'

And he married that!


So as if this wasn't bad enough - which it is - observe this critique he gave a few years back of The X Factor:

Charlie Brooker's Review of The X Factor

'A home for the mentally ill.


A futuristic fascist rally.


Nuremberg for dummies.'


My wife's employer.

And so it was: a month after they married, this was where she went and worked - pandering to the vermin who torment him so:

Konnie Huq getting friendly with Cheryl 'Violent Criminal' Cole.

Konnie Huq pathetically getting berated and humiliated by Dannii Minogue.

I thought this pathetic sell-out had done one semi-decent thing this year, and quit from ever commenting on, or judging, another human being - especially after I read his Screen Burn column (which reads as though his new best pal and overlord Simon Cowell edited it) announcing that he was quitting.

But the humiliated, stinking hypocrite has continued on - writing for The Guardian, and making his TV show!
It's uncomfortable to observe, and really offensive: the man's credibility is as distant a memory as military success must have been to Hitler in April 1945 - yet he still has the balls - the bold-faced shamelessness - to peddle this insincerity:

Charlie Brooker's 'Review of the Year'

#OustBrooker



*Osama Bin Laden was murdered by Barack Hussein Obama on 2nd May 2011.

Wednesday 15 December 2010

Was 'Dexter' Ever Good? Series 5 Analysis

Yet another tension-free episode of Dexter - this time: the 'season-finale' - which was so warm, self-congratulatory, and inclusive, that once it ended, I hugged the cats that were attendant...then I went and hugged my neighbours...then I hugged all those I found on the street...

So Dexter crawls out the crashed car, is immediately captured by 'Johnny' (Lee Miller), tied up, and put in the basement.
Johnny talks to him for about a minute - sans any tension, or anything else that could be accused of being interesting - then Dexter gets loose with the aid of a miraculously (and unexplained) hidden knife, and captures him. Ho ho ho...colour me impressed!
I really got into the mood of this scene, I tell ya' what: I was utterly compelled to watch, and really feared for the hero (Dexter); shit got raw!!!

Except it didn't.
It was so utterly serene, and 'plain sailing', that you would feel more if you took novocaine, and had your wisdom teeth removed - just how drama should be, right, fellow sufferers?

Then, after 'Deb' catches Dexter and Skank-face from Ten Things I Hate About You (but only not really, because they're behind a curtain) and lets them go - because, with the minimum of effort on the part of the writers/programme-makers, the sub-plot that 'Deb' had sympathy for Skank-face had previously been birthed like a premature baby, and similarly barely clung to life...where was I?
Oh yeah: so 'Deb' lets them go because she went through the same thing in the first series, when she was almost killed by yet another serial killer, too...although a revolutionary method of television-programme-making was attempted in this series:

instead of using acting, and words, and cameras, to convey the emotional journey someone goes on, so that when they do something extreme at the end, you understand why - they decided to do the opposite, and just get the viewer to 'fill in the blanks'.
Who even needs the middle of TV shows, right? - Let's just have a beginning and end - YAY!!

So anyway (at long last): after 'Deb' lets the turds slide, Dexter realises he can feel (*sob*), so he fakes the lab tests on 'Quinn', so he can also slide; BapTaster and his wife agree to a heart-warming 'fresh start'; and everyone gets together for a celebratory circle-jerk at a kids' birthday party. YAAAAAAYYY!!!

Fuck me...

Since when was drama synonymous with delusional, self-congratulatory, un-dramatic, inclusive, repetitive, un-dramatic (yes: I said it twice), idiotic flights-of-fancy, where things happen without appropriate context, or justification?
This is the opposite of drama: it's calm. It should be called a 'calm' - not a 'drama'.

Here's a 'cut out and keep' guide to every series of Dexter:

There is a serial killer in Miami. Dexter wants to catch him and kill him before the police catch him.
He is also going through issues about who he is, because he's a serial killer himself, and doesn't know how to deal with shit - like his personal life, because idiot viewers can relate to a mongoloid with a generic personal life.
But wait: 'Deb', a generic TV show character - in sharp contrast to Dexter, of course, who is meant to epitomise the antithesis of this - is stealing screentime by doing the same thing - every series: 'falling in love' with some man or other, and expecting viewers to actually enjoy seeing the same 'I've got issues; why won't a man love me?' schtick, year after God-foresaken year...
You can also expect somebody to be suspicious of Dexter, but nothing to ever come of it due to some imbecilic Deus ex Machina or other, like a murderer he just so happens to have accidentally become friends with killing the person who suspects him...

Oh yeah: 1. Where the fuck was Ghost-Dad in this series? and 2. Why did Dexter, whose entire life is based around a code of ethics precluding him from killing anyone who isn't a murderer, just casually murder a man - 'Liddy': the cunt who surveilled and captured him at the arse-end of this last series - without a second thought, or any mention of this at a later date? Pathetic.

I've seen less neatly tied-up, happy endings in fucking Disney movies.
What a joke.

'I don't see any other way out...he's gotta be stopped.'