Stanislav, a young Polish plumber, in reality a creation of blogger Ismael Smith, now sadly no longer with us. His comments first appeared below the line in the place we don’t speak of, and subsequently [more…]
And Gordon did issue an proclamation to the Ancients saying, Buy ye all an dwelling of thine own for we have no interest in building ye homes that ye might rent, it is only by [more…]
“They say cocaine’s for horses and not for men, they say it’ll kill you but they don’t say when.” From an Ancients’ lullaby. A child: “Tell us, Old One, of Bo-Jo the Ho-Ho” “Ah, Bo-Jo [more…]
BOOK TWO, THE DOINGS OF A MADMAN Thin, ragged children skip and tumble, chanting: “Ring a ring a mortgages A pocketful a credit cards Re-Cession, De-Pression We all fall down.” Others, having shared a nest [more…]
“And Gordon fell in with Kinnockio the Clown and Blair the Grinning Butcher and Imelda the Greedy Scouse Gob and was at once at home among them for they were all useless, idle, thieving cunts……” [more…]
“And as Gordon grew, even his Sire, the Preacherman and tight-fisted Presbyterian sonofafuckingbitch……” “Tight-fisted Presbyterian sonofafuckingbitch.” “…looked on him and said unto his woman, this one must go away and be taught bribery, blackmail and [more…]
BOOK ONE, A RUINOUS FEUD . It is in an old, roofless, dilapidated building, without windows or doors, more a few piles of rubble than a building, set in a devastated, once-urban wilderness, two hundred [more…]
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