The Father of The Son of God Meets an Unbeliever

You can fool some of the people ...


Gruff thanks to Harry Hook, at The Final Redoubt, for the link to the video.

'Sno Fair and The 59 Dwarves

Gruff thanks to Gareth Young at Little Man in a Toque for the video.

Conservtives Shitting Themselves

There is a huge difference between 'natural' Tories and those Conservative Party members on the e-mail briefing list but, whether or not they've received a briefing e-mail, reading the blogs, it's difficult not to suspect that those whom Grooovey Dave depends upon are experiencing a growing sense of panic as it becomes more and more obvious that he really hasn't either the brains or the balls to lead the country (Which country Dave, yours or mine?) in anything more demanding than a conga.

Tony Blair, President of Europe

Tony Blair is an odious little shit and Gruff hopes that someone with a better eye than he takes the self-serving little bastard, and his duck faced bitch of a wife, out with a well aimed bullet to the head.

President of Europe my fucking arse!

Waste Disposal

There is no point to this post other than to provoke another blogger into replying.

Gruff thinks murderers are lower than the sediment that lines your average septic tank and that convicted killers are able to express themselves as though they are respected members of society merely confirms how low we have fallen. Murderers are vermin and should be destroyed and the only reason Gruff opposes the re-introduction of the death penalty is because our police are too ready to fabricate evidence to convict the innocent.

There are murderous scum walking our streets who should have been broken and disposed of long ago and a fear of condemning the innocent should not prevent us from dealing effectively with the guilty, no matter how 'redeemed' they may say they are.

Living On Rations

Grooovey Dave should consider that although, thanks to his fellow Scots, the destruction of freedom of speech in England effectively dams the flow of invective that the self-serving whining of the Rt Hon Member for Rutland and Melton might once have provoked, it does not prevent them from voting for a decent candidate.

Conservative landslide? The dam will burst beforehand.

A Tale of Two Telephone Conversations

Unfortunately it is inadvisable, and actionable, to report the conversations that Gruff and Mrs Gruff had today with, one hopes, unassociated police officers but the Mrs Gruff was reminded that 'The Police' really don't give a shit nor a flying fuck for those who pay them, because, presumably, we don't sign the cheques, nor endorse their promotions, and Gruff was disappointed, yet again, although no longer surprised, by yet more evidence that some, though by no measure all, police officers are fucking morons.

You pay taxes?

In the words of Henry Hill: Fuck you! Pay me!

Thirteen Angry Men

Was it Uncle Remus who asked 'you can hide de fire bu' wha' you gonna do wid de smoke?' Thirteen 'specialist medics' have come together to allege that Dr David Kelly was murdered and although the allegation may, or may not, be true it seems clear that efforts were made to ensure that the truth should never be known. Given what we know already about documentary sex it is pleasant to consider that the war criminal Blair has no more than ten months to find a safe haven for himself, his duck faced bitch of a wife, the arse licker Campbell and that artful bugger the ignoble paedophile Lord Moldevort.