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Jello Biafra

Johnny Cash Radge
Bounce Radge
Part of Bounce
I hate Extinction Rebellion
I hate PETA
I hate political correctness
I hate HR departments
I hate the media
I hate Britain's Got Talent
I hate synthetic bands
I hate Little Mix
I hate Ariana Grande
I hate any *&*^ who sounds, dresses or even remotely acts like Little Mix and Ariana Grande
I hate the lie that racism has risen exponentially since the Brexit vote
I hate smart-arse intellectuals like Allan Massie lecturing us proles about what we meant when we voted for Brexit
I hate politicians who won't just come out and admit, 'We lost, but we still won't allow Brexit to happen'
I hate John Bercow
I hate Sally Bercow
I hate every living **** wi the surname Bercow (just in case)
I hate Channel 4 News
I hate Jon Snow
I hate Jon Snow's ties
I hate Jon Snow's entire phucking wardrobe
I hate the BB-phucking-C (do those initials denote Big Bunch of $%$%? They should)
I hate The Guardian
I hate Polly Toynbee
I hate Owen Jones
I hate Yasmin Ali-Brown
I hate feminism
I hate Harriet Harman
I hate Bonnie Greer
I hate Tommy Robinson
I hate the EDL
I hate the SDL
I hate that wee Asian weegie hun who jumps about wi the EDL
I hate Faecebook
I hate Twatter
I hate Snaptwat
I hate Instabam
I hate social media
I hate people who are so intellectually retarded that the only way they seem to derive self-esteem is by how many phucking likes they get for posting some wanky, inane, bland, sycophantic platitude on any social media site
I hate the fat *&*^ of a woman from Bridgend who sat in front of me on the X2 all the way to Cardiff in 2012 and phoned a minimum of nine of her friends or acquaintances to notify them that some other (presumably) fat, brain-dead *&*^ had unfriended them on Faecebook
I hate sociopaths
I hate sycophants
I hate an alarmingly large number of my former colleagues at various white-collar entities that I cannot name for legal reasons
I hate one such sociopath in particular and would like to inflict extreme violence on him
I hate the waste of the public sector
I hate the fact that (having worked in three local authorities of late) all the stories you read in the Tory press about public sector laziness, greed, inefficiency, nepotism, cronyism, general incompetence and institutional corruption are actually true (and I'm a Labour voter)
I hate the liberal left
I hate the fact that the Labour Party isn't actually any such thing (it's a liberal left party for affluent intellectuals)
I hate safe spaces
I hate no platforming
I hate universities which promote safe spaces and no platforming
I hate dogmatic *&*^ who refuse to accept that some other *&*^ is actually allowed a different phucking opinion from them
I hate the phrase 'with respect'
I hate being told 'you wouldn't be able to understand' by patronising *&*^ who think they are intellectually superior to everyone (I've got four phucking degrees, *&*^, I think I probably can)
I hate fat, middle-aged women in offices
I hate offices
I hate answering the phucking phone
I hate email
I hate computers
I hate liars

I haven't finished by any means, and I will return. Feel free to join in. But it's time for tea and it's chicken and chips!

I hate being told by my Dad, 'You might want to cover up', because he does not like the site of me in a ripped vest wi all ma many tatz on display (tea's in three minutes, incidentally)
 

Jello Biafra

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I hate Children for Action on Climate Change (or whatever pretentious wanky title they go by)
I hate the children who go on all these pointless marches
I hate the teachers who allow them to do so
I hate the schools that allow them to do so
I hate the boards of governors who allow them to do so
I hate the local authorities who allow them to do so
I hate the entire 'climate change is man made' lobby
I hate the fact that if you have the temerity to state that you are not persuaded by their tendentious arguments then you're treated like you're the special needs child's special needs child
I hate Donald Trump
I hate Stormy Daniels (even though I would)
I hate American politics
I hate America
I hate uber-capitalism
I hate the lie that America is the land of the free (no, it's phucking not; it's the land of the corporation that owns you and fists you from behind when you're not looking)
I hate the Chinese for eating dogs
I hate anyone who eats dogs
I hate Vladimir Putin
I hate Seumas Milne
I hate leftish intellectuals who, despite the wealth of evidence of the purges enacted under Stalin's orders, still refuse to criticise him
I hate people who don't read
I hate the lie that the present day Huns is the same entity as the one that died in 2012
I hate shitebag Scottish fitba journalists
I hate the SFA
I hate the bespectacled little stoat that is Neil Doncaster
I hate the EU
I hate self-serving elites
I hate vegetarianism
I hate crusties
I hate the transgender lobby
I hate the phrase 'a woman's penis' (as the likes of Rachel McKinnon appear fond of referring to) (for Christ's sake, women don't have penises. It's very simple: boaby n bawz - gadgie; titz n a phanny - gadgess)
I hate jazz music
I hate the 'pornography is the root of all evil' argument (listen, women have all sexual power, and men have none. If men could get a Joe McBride any time we like, as opposed to only when some burd has got us pished and fancied a bit hersel, we probably wouldnae spend as much time engaged in the lonely art of onanism)
I hate recruitment consultants
I hate not having been paid £300's worth of overtime these past two weeks
I hate drivers who do not acknowledge you when you let them through even when, for example, it's not their right of way
I hate white van men
I hate people who drive Audis
I hate people who drive 4 x 4s
I hate burdz who arrange to go on a date wi you and then cancel at the last minute
I hate it when you're in the cubicle of the ladies' toilets of a local pub, getting sooked oaf, and yer mate's Mum walks in cos, like a silly *&*^, you hadnae shut the door properly
 

Jello Biafra

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Bounce Radge
Part of Bounce
Pathetic man. All the bile and hatred and you forgot all about the Hertz. WTF is wrong with you, have a wee lie down and think about that :no:


And FFS listen to your auld man and ditch the ripped fucking vest.
You've got me there. But ma hatred of hertz was a given.

And I only where the vest either at work (on a recycling plant, i.e. outdoors) or dossing around the house.

It would look a bit 'Village People' if I wore it down the pub!
 

Jello Biafra

Johnny Cash Radge
Bounce Radge
Part of Bounce
I love it .....are you Mark Renton by any chance?
No, but once on a bus from the Western Approach Road to Leith (after watching Scotland v Italy at rugby in 2003) I overheard one 15 year old lassie say to her mate (about the boy sitting in front of them; which was me), 'That boy looks like Renton fi Trainspotting'!

By the way, despite having a shaved heed and an ear ring, I do not resemble Ewan McGregor at all. I was wearing a trackie top n t-shirt n aw. So I suppose I was dressed similar to him.

And I've never done brown. Or glue.

But one of ma mates down the boozer reckons sniffin glue and buzzing lighter fluids and Tippex thinners was great. Never done that, either.
 

Jello Biafra

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I also wear the vest whilst doing weights and out running. I like to air the tats to the good people of south Wales.

Apologies. I would imagine that nae *&*^ is even remotely interested in that.
 

Jello Biafra

Johnny Cash Radge
Bounce Radge
Part of Bounce
I hate having to tell your boss that you're going to the toilet before you can actually go to the toilet (a practice which prevails in at least some factories and call centres)
I hate recruitment agencies
I hate the way recruitment consultants who, presumably, have worked out that people don't want to work in call centres market such roles as 'customer service' positions (to which I immediately ask, 'Does it entail being chained to your desk, with a headset on your napper, and having to answer every call as soon as the thing in your ear goes 'beep'? They usually stutter like the hitch-hiker in 'There's Something About Mary' when Ben Stiller raises the possibility of the 'six minute abs'. And there endeth the phucking conversation)
I hate having to get a letter from my GP to tell my boss that I am a middle-aged man and that I suffer from, and take daily medication for, bladder instability
I hate suffering from bladder instability
I hate getting a stauner on public transport
I hate not being able to get a stauner when - for the first time in phucking ages - one is actually required - by a laydee!
I hate it when your ex-Para mate kegs you in the boozer on Burns night, then lifts your kilt up so the entire boozer can see that you've only goat a tiny boaby
I hate it when you unequivocally tell a recruitment consultant, 'I don't have a smartphone, therefore, if you wish to contact me during the working day, please phone or text me, as I don't have any access to emails during the day', only for the silly *&*^ to then email you at 9.30am, and then claim they were unaware of your specified preferred method of effective communication

Got to dry the dishes. The chicken, chips, pizza and cold meats combo was the cat's flaps.

Back soon. Join in, ya *&*^ z. There must be things youse hate!
 

Jello Biafra

Johnny Cash Radge
Bounce Radge
Part of Bounce
I hate soap operas
I hate reality TV
I hate people who star in reality TV
I hate the fact that some of the congenitally talentless, self-obsessed, self-awarenessless *&*^ actually succeed in earning flippin great wodges of cash from their (s)exploits on said shows
I hate people who watch reality TV shows
I hate the fat, stupid women who sit and talk utter thunder-shite about reality TV shoes and appear to care deeply about these utter phucking amoeba-brained nonentities to the point of expressing opinions such as, 'Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh, I hate him', or, 'Ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I really like her'
I hate the fact that such individuals are not subjected to compulsory euthanasia for the above such conduct
I hate TV
I hate smartphones
I hate little wankers (usually my mates) who compare phones like squaddies comparing willies
I hate shallow *&*^
 

Jello Biafra

Johnny Cash Radge
Bounce Radge
Part of Bounce
I hate Bella magazine
I hate OK magazine
I hate Now magazine
I hate all such celebrity-fixated magazines aimed at fat, stupid women of all ages who appear to be obsessed with the lifestyles of physically attractive, vacuous, vapid vamps married to or in a relationship with desirable men
I hate the fact that the consumers of these magazines must genuinely aspire to the shallow, empty, albeit affluent and privileged lifestyles of the likes of Cheryl Cole (or whatever her phucking surname is these days)
I hate Katie Price
I hate people like Katie Price who exploit and make a good living from the stupid, fat women who look up to them as a phucking role model (role model? Her? She's just an evil, sociopathic, exploitative, terminal spunk-bucket)
I hate Philip Green
I hate his fat wife
I hate his spoilt daughter
I hate that ex-con *&*^ she's with
I hate his phucking yachts
I hate anyone who owns a phucking yacht
I hate yachts
I hate the *&*^ who invented the phucking yacht
 

Jello Biafra

Johnny Cash Radge
Bounce Radge
Part of Bounce
I hate diets
I hate the entire diet industry
I hate the fat, stupid people who appear to be on some kind of terminal diet (which began in 1982), but, instead of losing any weight, they've actually got even fatter
I hate the fact that some people appear to be unable to understand the simple fact that you need to exercise to lose weight
 

Hectorhib

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I hate the selection of options on automated phone systems, then holding for phucking ages once you've made your selection whilst listening to some godawful music that's played on a loop, punctuated at intervals by some jaunty female voice that tells ye that all the advisors are busy and thanking ye for your patience while you scream back at the voice that yer no phucking being patient,then get your hopes up that the call has been answered when the loop music comes hae an end, only tae find that the music kicks aff again, by which time yer screaming obscenities doon the phone, and then find that somebody actually has answered it when you've been in full flow and ye haetae pretend that we've just been attacked by yin o them mad downandouts that ye get on the street shouting abuse at passersby......phuck, I hate holding on them things, The Four Seasons and "easy listening" music.....It's no easy!
 

Jello Biafra

Johnny Cash Radge
Bounce Radge
Part of Bounce
I hate the selection of options on automated phone systems, then holding for phucking ages once you've made your selection whilst listening to some godawful music that's played on a loop, punctuated at intervals by some jaunty female voice that tells ye that all the advisors are busy and thanking ye for your patience while you scream back at the voice that yer no phucking being patient,then get your hopes up that the call has been answered when the loop music comes hae an end, only tae find that the music kicks aff again, by which time yer screaming obscenities doon the phone, and then find that somebody actually has answered it when you've been in full flow and ye haetae pretend that we've just been attacked by yin o them mad downandouts that ye get on the street shouting abuse at passersby......phuck, I hate holding on them things, The Four Seasons and "easy listening" music.....It's no easy!
I feel your pain, Hector. I feel your pain. In fact, I share your pain. I, too, have experienced this murder-inducing malaise.

Question: If (as the Disposable Heroes of Hip-hoprisy rightly state) 'Television Is The Drug of The Nation', what does that make the phone? The 'Fast Food of The Nation'?

Answers on a postcard, please, pop-pickers!

 

Jello Biafra

Johnny Cash Radge
Bounce Radge
Part of Bounce
I hate the Grammarly ad on You Tube
I hate all the ads on You Tube
I hate the entire advertising industry
I hate the entire PR industry
 

Jello Biafra

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Bounce Radge
Part of Bounce
I hate the fact that the illiberal liberals cannot discern the inherent irony in their unwillingness to tolerant the opinions of anyone who has the audacity to espouse a diverging opinion from their own
I hate Gary Lineker (a case in point)
I hate celebrities who appear to labour under the gargantuan misconception that being in the public eye ordains them with the right, nay, duty to lecture us all on all manner of matters of which (a) they are not experts on and (b) we don't phucking care about. Stand up, Bono et al
I hate the diversity is good lobby
I hate the 'but who will do all the shitey jobs when the immigrants go home' argument? Er, how about the lazy, fat ***** who sit on their over-sized erses all day watching mind-wank on the telly, being paid by the Welfare State while the rest of us work? The Welfare State was not intended to sponsor the terminally idle
I hate the law of unintended consequences
I hate the fact that one such law of unintended consequences is the creation of the sponsored idle, for whom doing the square root of the square root of the square root of phuck all - and being paid to do so - has become a career choice
I hate the education system
I hate teachers (and I used to be one)
I hate students (and I've been one five times)
I hate university lecturers who live in PC ivory towers and pontificate over the rest of us, apparently blissfully unaware that those of us who live in the real world do not share their Guardian editor's wet dream of a lifestyle
 

Hectorhib

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I hate motivational, inspirational mêmes that sad phuckers hae on their profiles on social media, tae try make themselves sound interestin 'n' deep, quoting Confucius 'n' the like.....mare like Confuse_us.I even hate that the word meme even has a roof over yin o the e
 

Jello Biafra

Johnny Cash Radge
Bounce Radge
Part of Bounce
I hate motivational, inspirational mêmes that sad phuckers hae on their profiles on social media, tae try make themselves sound interestin 'n' deep, quoting Confucius 'n' the like.....mare like Confuse_us.I even hate that the word meme even has a roof over yin o the e
Would that be the circumflex accent? (It's a long time since I studied French. Literally 30 years.)
 

Hectorhib

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I hate the the way the internet has made every phucker an expert on any chosen field they care tae Google, without any o the bother o haeing tae put theirsels oot by actually learning something or haeing themselves tested.....noo we hae Google trained medical people who challenge the diagnosis of properly trained professionals, Google trained legal minds who would think Michael Mansfield is a chancer....the list goes on
 

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I’ve got an Audi.
And it’s a 4 wheel drive.
Outside ya fcuker.





Did I mention 1875 has one too?
 

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