It’s deranged to think that, as a rule, noone gives a fuck what some peak toff thinks of fuck all given how utterly divorced from reality they traditionally have been?

I think you need to give your head a wobble, lad.

On occasion they have the right idea. That doesn’t mean “we” generally give a jumping monkey fuck what the most privileged of the privileged have bouncing around inside their cavernous skulls.

They have learned to keep their mouths shut, lest they rock the boat and get excoriated for the Nth time.

I see what you did there…

Safe bet that the temporary jobs that only exist during construction are in that total, which makes the whole thing horseshit.

A cunt has warmth and depth, something this utter shitheel lacks.

That Ms Berki wasn’t then tried for murder is a genuine fucking wonder. She’s a stronger soul than I.

First fediverse comment I’ve ever bookmarked.

Fuuuuuck me. I haven’t laughed like that for months. Thank you, internet stranger, I owe you a beer/joint/coffee 💛

I sympathise with the Lady, but the answer is categorically not yet more fucking CCTV cameras.

Propping up the rotting, failing society with more surveillance won’t stop the problem. Ultimately, the root problem is deprivation and ignorance, both natural byproducts of a throwaway society that hero worships selfish sociopaths.

There’s being a dickhead in everything you do in life, and then there’s this.

There is a fucking gulf between being an utter bellend and mounting a grass verge to try and scrape a person off the underside of your vehicle that you’ve dragged for a mile because they’re wrapped round part of the suspension, this after you’ve watched them hit your windscreen and go under the car, and listened to them moan and scream for that mile.

This is antisocial personality disorder gruesomely demonstrated to it’s basest level. This is psychologically fundamentally fucking broken in a way we have no idea how to fix. That the individual responsible hasn’t been committed to a secure psychiatric hospital indefinitely is absolutely astounding. They are clearly a danger to the wider public and have demonstrated an utter contempt for the lives of others.

I apologise if that comes off as having a go at any commenters. I’m not, I just don’t really know how to handle these emotions besides vent it a little in a comment. 💛

I feel that perhaps choosing to move near an airport might loosen the foundation of your complaint.

It does, if nothing else, make you look… A little silly.

I work with pyrotechnics. Mostly smaller stage stuff nowadays, but occasionally I get to play with bigger stuff.

It’s part of a performance group that get hired for a range of events in the UK.

I am fully versed in what exactly consumer grade fireworks entail, how they function and the consequences of misuse. I have the burn scars from personal fuckups to remind me of the wrong way to do something.

There is a time and a place, and most random farting fucking skittles have no business setting off airburst explosives in the middle of housing estates. They are blissfully unaware of the dangers, and in most cases don’t give a flying fuck as long as the consequences/problems end up being someone else’s. (For example, Where does all the debris from all the rockets end up? Who gives a fuck, right?)

That’s before we get to the malicious antics of the feral offspring of the worst areas’ utter scrotes, and the misery that brings to everyone else for months after fireworks go on sale.

Random fucking explosions at random fucking times of the night isn’t “fun” for any fucker except the individual self-centred, cockjuggling thundercunt that sets it off.

Yeah, mad fucking giggles mate, what fucking fun.

Twat.

Edit: As I point out below, I sort of do “fireworks” semi-professionally. The fucking hoops we have to jump through for insurance/liability/safety/noise/pollution are quite something.

Yet random Joe Fuckwad that doesn’t know his arse from his fucking elbow can buy and launch screaming starburst rockets with enough pop to rattle windows at a half mile.

Fuck all the way off.

Did they build the airport after you moved in there?

That tat you buy from Amazon or eBay is bought from AliExpress and sold at a huge markup, just FYI.

If you really do need whatever it is, might as well get it from the source.

He hasn’t changed his name. He just goes by an invented alias to make him come across as “one of our lads” (A “Tommy” has been slang for a British soldier for centuries).

He’s actually a middle class, property owning grifter of the same ilk -although much lower down the pecking order- as that swivel eyed, toad-looking fucker, Farage.

Every single comment you’ve posted in your account’s single day of existence, deleted. You must be a delightful individual. 🙄

Tell you what, I’ll meet you halfway.

Let’s settle for stabbed in the spine so as to leave him shitting in a bag and being dependent on someone else to care for him and push him around for the rest of his wank-less life.

He’d either fade into obscurity hiding from public attention, end himself, or -if this timeline is fucked enough- end up being a campaigner for the disabled, since it now affects him personally.

The business end of someone’s prison wallet tainted shiv, we can only hope.

It would be doing humanity a favour if this grifting, racist enabling shitstain took his last gasping breath before he was released.

Uh huh.

Mate, I can hear the squealing whine of a flyback transformer through brick walls with my own ears. I DO NOT miss the days when everyone had two or three of the fucking things screaming away all day.

Detecting the magnetic flux those things produce isn’t magic, tricky, or a cover-up. It just requires a sensitive antenna array tuned to the right frequency.

Now, since the shift to flat panel displays a TV doesn’t announce it’s presence in such an obvious fashion. This makes detecting a TV a much more difficult prospect, arguably not impossible, but not likely within their budget nowadays.

Don’t legitimise his invented alter ego designed to make him come across as “one of our lads”, to appeal to racist old people.

His name is Stephen Yaxley-Lennon. He’s a double barrelled, public schoolboy playing a character for money, the same ilk as Johnson and Farage.

Oh no, one of the paedophilic population control organisations is struggling… I’ve got a tiny violin round here somewhere for occasions such as this.