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| Word of the Files, 1911 |
At that age, you're committed. You're keen. You're sensitive. You're passionate about stuff. You want to keep it going.
09:00
1911 BORN: William Golding, British author, Nobel Prize for Literature, Lord of the Flies, The Inheritors (d: 19 June 1993)
09:05
Since 2005 when the Holy Shit Executive was established, they have gone from 1 manager grade 1 with a six figure salary to 500 of them. I think we've found your problem and it don't need a CAT scan.
10:10
Due to the placement of its eyes in its head, a donkey is able to see all four feet at all times.
17.35
Another day over before it begins. This is the mill, the mouse’s wheel we’re on. The laughter rings hollow while the sniping back talk is perpetrating serious crime. A vision, a value, and other missing items have been taken from the soul of man and sent upstairs to the corporate witch doctors who will sting and swallow until fame or infamy is theirs.
18:03
Jury's back on the slaughter of the post office raiders in Lusk. Head and heart shots. Dead zone.
18:16
Fianna fail on both sides of the argument. We have to cut medical services. We shouldn't be closing health services. You see?
19:48
The iPlank. For iPlonkers.
23:04
They have a bunch of teacock lickers on the TV saying he's great and the money in the wardrobe thing is a mere distraction. Everyone on both sides of the argument invokes the cause of democracy and it's supposed diminuition. He won the election so let the tribunal fuck off. People forget. People dis-understand.
23:15
The TV studio audience at political discussion show Questions and No Answers is stuffed with Flatcappers young and old. Judgemental fuckers. Everybody spinning their agenda. Let the T-cock off the hook. Close the bribery tribunal. Trial by media. Just seeking the truth. Let the tribunal do its work.
If the payments weren't so prodigious and so arcane, with the wholesale evasiveness of our political masters, then the tribunal wouldn't take so long. What's everybody trying to hide with their shenanigans?
23:30
Oh yeah, the tribunal is boring. Bertie's record on the economy - with a 12.5% corporate tax-haven rate it's like buying a V8 Jag and telling everybody going to mass in a Ford Anglia that you're Ayrton Senna. The car's the winner, not the driver. It's not Bertie that made it, it's working peeps, working hard and late, driving home in misery at snail's pace, getting shot and shat upon the streets. Take some credit, lads/ladies, and don't be shy.
