24 February 2011

Sheik me all night long

'Cos the walls were shakin'
The earth was quakin'
My mind was achin'
And we were makin' it
And you
Shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me all night long
Knocked me out and then you
Shook me all night long

For some reason the words of the greatest rock 'n roll song of all time by AC/DC came to mind when I read this piece by the Great Ambrose about how the fattest and lousiest of the Arab sheiks has been panicked into releasing $36 billion from his family's obscene hoard of cash to stave off unrest among his fly-blown subjects.

Meanwhile, the price of oil is likely to double and that, my friends, will be the final push into deep shit for our already precarious economy.

Tax accounts for over 80% of the wildly inflationary cost of gasoline in the UK. The mutual masturbators who govern us are snugly smug in their self-serving ideology of global warming and will not - unless confronted with serious violence that threatens them personally - reduce the amount they appropriate to insulate themselves from the consequences of their corrupt and incompetent administration of the country.

Time to riot, folks. Time to burn the grandiose buildings where those moral pygmies lounge around and pleasure themselves at our expense and to chase the mother-fuckers through the streets with cattle-prods.

1 comment:

  1. Well in, my son. Starting to look like getting North African may be the only way to break the downward spiral of corruption and suffering.