Afternoon Mugs,
Blimey what a week of utter cuntery? What with all the election shite being vomited from every potential candidate every minute of every day, relentlessly puking out statistics or promises to back up their claims, in massive volumes of dull grey choking ash like diatribes and soundbites that would put a Chilean volcano to shame, we also have dreadful news from Nepal which really warrants airtime and compassion. On top of this never ending gloom, or electoral power ego trip type news we also have something to brighten the day. An advert on the London Tube system portraying a young woman in a yellow bikini, asking us we are are 'beach body' ready yet.
Something to brighten the day up I thought. Something to remind me to keep on the exercise and sensible diet ready for some weeks in the sun later this summer. It's yellow as well, the whole ad, her bikini and the background, maybe even her hair. Yellow like the Sun. What's not too like?
Well loads according to 60,000 fuckwits who signed a petition to get it banned, even though the contract is up and TFL are removing it. Yeah, you see apparently it's sexist. Yeah sexist! And misogynistic . Yeah misogynistic! Obviously, I mean its a woman, in a bikini, posted without doubt by a man. On top of that it's promoting an unhealthy body image! Yeah unhealthy! Christ she looks dreadful, with that toned body doesn't she.
Now I will bow to no-one over any form of body fascism. Some of us are tall, some of us are short. You can be fat, be thin, be bald, be tattooed, dye your hair green, pierce your body and generally fill your boots. I don't give a fuck. I agree anorexics and bulimics have issues and need help but they are extremes...this patently isn't an extreme in any way. What do these complainers do when they see women like this on a beach? Do they blindfold themselves? Do they protest? Do they report it to the police. What about muscled blokes in trunks? Do i complain? Am I offended because I'll never look like that? No, I don't give a toss, that's what i do. If you don't like the ad, then fuck off and complain in your own head but don't waste time and fucking energy getting petitions together. Life's way too short for that sort of trivial bollocks.
Later Mugs, GJ
Evening Mugs
I've made a few minor changes to the side blogs, including the cast, the Liberation Party (undergoing a review being a so much has changed) and the rule of the Guild of Grumpy Blokes (now accepting applications from women). Have a look and you're more than welcome to suggest things for the manifesto, or additional rules of entry. You can't do fuck all about the cast in my life, well unless you get to know me better and that option is for a select few only.
Time as ever, is a bastard to find but hopefully the creative juices will flow, and there'll be new additions to the cast and other bits as I get back up to speed, and the discipline of writing again.
I'll also look around at what new capabilities Blogger has these days, although you needn't worry, video blogging is not in my strategic plan. I'd like to think the people who arrive here prefer the old art of reading stuff as opposed to watching it. That's my attitude anyway. I suppose this leads to me a convenient mini-rant about why the media who supply news and information via the internet feel the need to bombard us with video news?
I don't have time to sit down and watch news clips. Or magazine article clips. The BBC, an organisation I strongly support are fucking obsessed with video news on their website and mobile app. Well, at least offer me the alternative to 'read' about it rather than have to watch it. I can do stuff like read a bit and then return later, I can doze off nicely reading it. I can read it without disturbing others. I don't need to use headphones to read it. Looking at Sky News and all the others, it's much the same. As I say, video and audio is fine to a degree, but at least provide the option to read stuff only as well. Not much too ask, but something people who want to step away from the fast moving onslaught of visuals would welcome.
My only other moan for now is just the typical bollocks that as the weekend arrives the good weather decides to take a look at the UK and bugger off. I'd be fascinated if there is science to prove this is the case, or whether it's just the perception of me as a dyed in the wool, founding member of the Guild of Grumpy Blokes. Just for once, give me a weekend with no chores, no football, no social events and no visitors but laden with sunshine so i can chill, burn and knock over the odd flagon of ale.
Later Mugs, GJ
I hate it. It is a detestable extension of the actual newspaper, edited by the detestable Paul Dacre and owned by the hateful tax dodging Rothermere family.
So why am I drawn to reading it? Why don't I just ignore it and get on with my life? Most of it is celebrity bullshit 'news', or immigration scare-mongering mixed in with a portion of aircraft near misses, dire weather warnings or anti-BBC bollocks. It's crap. Utter crap. Bullshit bollocks crap.
I should know better, but yet every day there I am trolling through it.
I have a theory. It's like a moth drawn to the flame. it's the draw of putting your finger near the electricity point. It's the whole desire to be outraged. It's almost as if The Mail Online is a guaranteed spark to light the fire of rage that burns but sometimes doesn't surface.
It doesn't surface because we're continually bombarded with bad news, news designed to scare us, to worry us and now we're so used to it we subconsciously switch off to it all. By seeking out the rubbish, the bullshit, the spark of rage flickers and explodes. it's what keep us going. The Grumpy's will not accept blindly that everything is bad. We will acknowledge the bad and then seek out the rubbish in order to ridicule it and show it up for stupidity contained within it.
Oooh, that feels good. Something that keeps the outrage going, something I can constantly spit my bile at. Well done The Mail Online.
Later Mugs, GJ
An occasional series highlighting why grumpy bastards like me are seeing the world go to hell in a handcart.
So according to this absolute cunt, women who say no to sex actually usually mean yes.
http://goo.gl/gtdPQ9
Unbelievable fuckwittery of the highest order there. After all the years that people from all walks of life have pushed the 'no means no' message there are still arrogant pricks like this walking around not having had their bollocks removed or chemically dissolved to the size of dried lentils.
Well done, you've just set back the cause of decent men by 50 years. In all honesty, even if a woman playfully says no, then err on the side of caution and get the fuck out of Dodge. What's the worst that can happen then? She might get upset, she might take umbrage and think there's something wrong with her. But in all honesty this would be such an exception it's hardly worth worrying about. In my own experience, and bear in mind it's been some years since I was in the dating cattle market that N word meant one thing...well several maybe. it meant 'fuck off home', or maybe 'the pubs still open so see if your mates are about' or it meant 'sleep'. It did not mean carry on regardless as she's obviously confused, pissed or just plain wrong.
Assuming the prick in this story is guilty, lets see a decent sentence banging him up for 15 years , where he can learn the precise meaning of the word 'No' when about to be buggered by the prison stud and his mates.
Later Mugs, GJ
