And thats the news.!!

Let me start by saying today's blog was going to be the most unpolitically correct i have ever written, and bearing in mind some of my readers find me controversial to say the least, it will be a belter,and will have people squirming on their sofa's.. Fat and Ginger people be warned, as it's the topic Du Jour!!...But, for another day, as i want to make a few comments, randomly and in no particular order about items i have stumbled across whilst speed reading the gutter press of my beloved UK.!!

T'is the 27th of June, 2009. Good evening from a beautiful Riga, (Latvia)surrounded by more women than you can shake a stick it, which is distracting, but pleasant never the less, so any typo's, don't chastise me, its the distractions...

First thing i want to mention is the stress levels which people are forever banging on about. Do me a favour and get a reality check, we live in a world of plenty, well everyone who reads this can certainly be categorized in this fortunate group, but Nope, it's official, we are now more stressed than in any time which proceeded us, as 13.5 million people took a day off work last year due to this new phenomena. Now, for the smokers out there, i can appreciate the stress you guys are under when flying long haul, or having to remove your fat arse's from your comfy pub chair to have a fag in the cold and rain, since our nanny state government introduced new laws which forbid you to light up, but tough titty, deal with it or give up. Stress needs to be renamed self pity, and we only have ourselves to blame.

Lets face it, we have only have to take a cursory look back through history to realize how self indulgent our modern society has become,

Can you imagine what it must have been like living through 2 world wars, when day and night raids of missiles rained down on our grandparents. Whole streets ,homes and livelyhoods were wiped out.

Did these brave unfortunates call 118 118 and ask for the nearest war counsellor asking for therapy?. Nope, they sparked up another fag and sang rule Britannia..I know that's an extreme example, but our forebears had something real to be anxious about, unlike our pampered fucking workers who scream sexist, racist, or any other isn't if it gets them a fat pay off for the incredible amount of stress they experience after Ray, the junior Clark has just told you what a great arse you have..And to compound this modern day cluster fuck, we are encouraged further by a stream of professional therapists an army of doctors, guru's, shamans, witch doctors and quacks that we are "victims" and need medication and therapy, and lifestyle changes before we can safely go back into the work space.. Get the fuck outta here, what a load of Bollox. We need to pull ourselves together, count our blessings, and stop fucking whinging like babies, and Man up, because if the western worlds workforce has really got into the habit of ringing in sick due to stress, every time their 14 year daughter tells you to fuck off.. God help us if we ever have to deal with a national crisis..

Next up, and again, full of PC NESS gone mad is a report from the UK that our finest cunt stables have been given American style Taser guns, which can administer 50,000 vaults a pop, which is more energy than Anja's dildo draws from the Dubai national grid...And that's a lot... .)

When you give power and authority attached to a uniform, it will inevitable be abused, especially if the twerp wearing it was the bullied fat kid who was ridiculed for pissing his pants in gym class, and is now out to reap revenge on the world..Well, someone akin to the above made the news this week for getting his gun off, not on an abusive lump of lard at closing time who refuses to leave and deserves a good kick in the throat i might add, BUT, wait for it..... A fucking sheep..loll

I jest you not. A sheep, in my educated opinion, does not have a propensity for violence, nor abusive behaviour, and can be coaxed from the middle of the road with a handful of hay or straw, and failing that, a kick up the backside will usually get the job done.. Well, our NAZI masquerading as a police officer with a back up of intellectually challenged robots straight out of police college shouting through fog horn loud hale rs,'' don't move or we'll shoot'', ''you are completely surrounded, lay down your horns''..

Well, the sheep apparently ba-aaargh'd a little to loud and spooked our finest, and in turn got it, both barrels so to speak and turned this furry road block into a Doner kebab. Fucking Morons, and we want to give these knob's guns.. Our streets would look like the Gaza strip if we ever do.

Power on an empty head, and one hell bent on revenge for a miserable childhood is a potent combination, and should at best be a traffic warden, and tax inspector, or a wheel clamper..All who in my opinion should be made to stand on the front line in Basra with nothing more than big fucking red targets on their chests....

Whilst we are talking about pc and red tape, and the police force.. An Osama BinLaden doppleganger(identical look-a-like) who took a job in Birmingham as a police recruitment officer is suing for racial discrimination because, and get this, his colleagues and friends teased him for looking like Shock horror er, Bin Laden.. Lol.. you could not make this shit up. No wonder 3 out of every 4 people polled have no faith or trust in our police force.. Bunch of power crazy wankers in my opinion..

Last in my cross hairs this evening is Our young and it role in society, and before i go any further, discipline starts at home, and kids should be bought up, not dragged up, so parents, its your responsibility to give your offspring the base and ethical morals needed to successfully graduate to a grounded, responsible adult.

Did you know that half the children under the age of six in the UK owns a mobile phone, what the fuck for??, when they can go nowhere without an adult at that age, and who are they going to phone, unless they have their counsellor on speed dial for times when mummy or daddy sends them to bed early, or to keep their friend updated via their baby blackberry's of their emotional status on face book or bebo...

Do the parents of these children look at their pride and joy and declare, ''my child will never grow up into a fully formed animal without the latest Iphone which glows pink in the dark, so they can wish their mates goodnight in text speak gobblygook before they hit the hay.

And, i am not joking about the glow in the dark phone aimed at kids, with two buttons, labeled mum and dad which puts them straight through with a single touch. How comforting to know you can expect a call from your spoilt brat between elementary kick boxing and how to wrap a turban in 3 easy moves for beginners.. THE world is off its rocker, as childhood is lost and been replaced by one long marketing ploy, attacking the guilt complexes of the parents who need to keep up with the baby Jone's and buy and provide all that their young desire as not to become a mini pariah at play school..

Kids as young as 5 are turning up at school wearing crop tops, mini skirts and lip gloss, and get this, hundreds of these little nightmares are being reported or expelled for sexual behaviour unbecoming of an infant.. Another wonderfully invented term from those social misfits down at the local council.

Listen, kids do not need a mobile phone, nor a tiny pair of Gucci loafers, nor a matching handbag with perfume which will make her irresistible to any pervert within 100 yards, or sniffing range, yet parents are buying this shit, and it would be funny if it wasn't so sad.

How can your kids grow up and make sensible choices about life if they are constantly surrounded by things they don't need.The only lesson they are learning is what you buy for them, not what you do for them.. Your kids need love, time and attention, not video conferencing from there bedrooms down to your laptop from upstairs, and they really would appreciate a bedtime story, not a text saying ''G'd nite, luv u xxx''

that's not even fucking English...

I could go on, but will save some vitriol for another day.....Until then,

Mind how you go....

May the palm be with you..