The despair Of The British nation.

Tuesday, 8 December 2009

BBC Breakfast

RANT ALERT!











For me this is a gallery of faces I would never tire of slapping. I suppose they just do what they are told and bank our cash. However for starters let's look at the programme description.
"The latest news, sport, business and weather from the BBC's Breakfast team." No mention of the forthcoming smugfest, there is the? Nor any mention of the propaganda show for Labour. Certainly no mention of the blatant plugging of films, books and general vomit inducing crap that you are about to see "coming up". My dream? One of this lot say, "Coming up shortly is the regurgitated multi-coloured cough we offer you this early morning."
Now, you might ask, why watch? I'm fascinated as to how bad it might get. Today I was rewarded!
As Copenhagen struggles with their own self-absorbed torpedoing of "climategate", (barely mentioned other than for the usual dismissal), the 100th soldier's death is celebrated with a visit by Aintworthalot, (ghastly plonker well suited to this awful programme), Houston suffers it's coldest start to winter ever, Baghdad suffers yet another violent attack, (remember Iraq?) and the UK continues to rack up ever more debt, what does this bunch of thick but rich, cretins serve up?
Ready, prepared to be enervated and shocked? They lead with a fucking item about pink. Yup, PINK! It happened. When, even I, in my wildest hopes prayed fervently for them to really plumb the depths of their bubble of excrement, that is London's habitat of the chattering twitter class, they answer my prayer. Pink, got it?
Not even their blatant propaganda lead story about another intervention in parenting for chavs by Labour, to substitute for the disappearance of real parents, could be given the air time greater than bloody pink! The guy brought in for a kicking was great though. After The Williams tart's smug "I've got three boys by different dads" plug, he quietly opened his immaculate jacket wider, the better to show off his pink striped shirt. Magic, a very handsome guy getting away with pink. Perfect.
Dear God, no wonder a 30% and rising vote for Labour exists. After this typical day in the life of mind bending banality I'd vote Labour in the hope that the continued disaster that Labour wallow in creating, might just see this lot on the dole! Turnbull, your bees need you, I need your bees to sting the end of your tiny knob. It might momentarily wipe the smugness of your face. Loathsome and so BBC Pravda.









8 comments:

killemallletgodsortemout said...

If you want real New Labour cock-sucking mongs, have a look at The One Show, BBC 1, sometime in the evening.

I stopped watching it after they sacked Carol Thatcher after she referred to some nonentity as a golliwog. (Shock! Horror!)

Jim Baxter said...

'I need your bees to sting the end of your tiny knob'

That's dreadful OR. I'm upset now. The poor bees. Surely we could arrange some hornets for him - you know - re-usable - a hornet is not just for Christmas.

Yes, I can see it now: how long can a moronic BBC presenter ('scuse the pleonasm there please) keep a tribe of hornets in his underpants? That's the kind of burning issue that the Beeb go for these days.

Oldrightie said...

Killer, Jim, great comments. Hornets it is then, Jim. As for the One Show, bastard child of the Breakfast jobby, pun intended)! A tea time repository for the senior morning smugfest.

Jim Baxter said...

CheersOR.

While I'm being so highly and uncharacteristically critical I may as well add that I do not condone any suggestion of inflicting slaps, however mild, on these people. Especially the middle one with the specs. I would wish on her nothing but acts of fully, mutually-consensual friendliness. If the lady says no then no it is. But - lovely chin for a pair of balls all the same. Ah, remember the old one, 'Camilla Park-Yer-Balls'?

Happy days.

Oldrightie said...

Jim, I'm shocked!!!

Barking Spider said...

How about some dung beetles up the arse as well as the hornets on the knob, OR?

Oldrightie said...

Works for me, BS!

Jim Baxter said...

Dung beetles up the arse. Yes indeed. And a squad of piranhas on the Chalfonts/Farmers for back-up.