Some tedious wank about fake disableds from some pointless whittering arse, who seems to get paid solely for being the most right-wing person in the room at all times. He sets the bar high for wounded, belligerent stupidity, but the bottom half of the internet rises beautifully to the challenge.
MrBishi
Today 07:20 PMIn the 1950s and 60s unemployment was as low as 500,000 and that included the disabled. A remarkably low figure bearing in mind that this was shortly after WW2. Separate disability payments did not come into existence until the mid 1970s.
The obvious conclusion must be that there are a huge number of “fake” disabled claimants or the NHS has suffered a catastrophic failure.
I don’t want to sound like a conspiracy nut but, what if, shortly before the 1950s and 60s, something happened that made an awful lot of building and tidying work necessary, while simultaneously reducing the number of humans by quite a lot? I think we should be told.
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Delingpole’s attempt to establish his credentials…
…only establishes his privileged twattishness. He’s one of the 5% that recovers, and for him “getting back into employment” means occasionally farting out a 400 word article based on the assertion that right-wing == right plus stuff he copied off bingo cards:
http://whotookthebomp.blogspot.com/2007/07/invisible-illness-bingo.html
You see, its f#$kwits like MrBishi that get me proper ticked off. First (and no disrespect to Alex’s observation) the male working aged population was 10 million in 1951 – this excludes those persons injured and otherwise unemployable. The 1/2 million unemployed (which is correct) is therefore equivalent to a 5% unemployment rate (wimmen weren’t counted as part of the labour force till the 60′s).
Grr
Hey! I’m the bottom half of the internet too.
Ah, yes. I see your point.
They’re not disabled, they’re differently abled. I bed you’d love to be able to scoot around on wheels but you can’t, you don’t have that different ability.
I said I bed not I bet cos I’b got a code.
What the fuck is a delingpole, anyway? The “pole” part is clear enough, obviously, but I can’t find any proof of the “deling” bit, even after 30 seconds spent searching both halves of the internet. The Obvious Conclusion is that Delingpole himself is most likely a fake. Of course, I could be entirely wrong about this, and he might be a genuine obnoxious creep but, as with the fake disableds, the only responsible course of action is to take away all his money pending proof of his authenticity. This may seem harsh but fiscal responsibility demands no less. We can’t be giving all our money to fake delingpoles in this time of austerity.
BTW: I’ve got a cold too but mine isn’t affecting my typing. Maybe it is Lurk’s keyboard that has the cold. That would be a bit worrying.
But according to that lefty George Monbiot here:
http://www.guardian.co.uk/environment/georgemonbiot/2012/jan/26/weather-forecasters-daily-mail
even fake people can get a job as a weather forecaster these days. those fake disableds are just not trying hard enough.
Also, i haven’t got a cold and nor has my keyboard, but I have seen a few people whose keyboards appear to have the squits.
It’s where the angel said “No Ell, you fuckers”, and anybody who refused to give up their “L”s was strung up on on a pole until they submitted.
Being a handwringing lefty, I should disclose that I grew up in the comfortably middle-class bits of West Hull, in which “de la Pole” was the name of a mental hospital, and therefore the source of abundant schoolyard humour. I really hope that this doesn’t disqualify me from pointing and laughing at Mr Delingpole.
I thought I’d suffered from M.E. since I was 15 and had experienced the near-total collapse of my life as I went from a bright, busy teen to someone who couldn’t get out of bed unassisted – it is a great relief to learn from the internet that actually I am totally fine and not disabled after all. Now I just feel foolish.
I’d just like to say that Delingpole is an utter, utter, utter, utter cunt. A true cunt’s cunt. What’s worse, he’s a stupid fucking cunt as well.
I checked out that Delingpole link, and at first I thought that Monsieur D. was merely taking the mickey, extracting the urine and so forth. Liberal-baiting, dissent, pointing out the holes in arguments, et cetera: all honourable pursuits.
But no. Rotwatcher’s right. He’s just a cunt. Delingpole, in case you ever read this, here is how the whole thing works: before civilisation, the weak and old and disabled were left out at night to feed the wolves. Civilisation basically means giving natural selection a kick in the nuts. Work out the details for yourself.
remarkably low unemployment considering it was just after WW2 where so many workers were killed or disabled and there was so much essential work needed to be done on infratructure!
just reading the recent posts and you are probably bigger wankers than the people who write the comments nowadays
gratifying in a sad way to see your readership dwindling since you come across as such wankers. you have nothing left to say, give up
nick, nick?
Delingpole does actually mean pole licker or more specifically cocksucker then. A noble profession. I had really hoped it would be something embarassing….
nick, for someone who says we have nothing left to day, erm… Well, how shall I put this? Oh yes. You’re a semen-drenched, crusty old stocking dipped in aged sewage. There.
jimmy DeLickPole would merrily goose step down oxford st in a dog poo covered SS uniform, screaming that teh jewz did 911 if you slipped him a couple of quid.
(allegedly)
Ooh, I like Nick! Come in, tell us about yourself, where do you stand on the issue, we’re all ever so interested. Seems to me you just wrote exactly the same thing as Alex did in his final paragraph but changed the words around a bit so it sounded less intelligent. Go you!
Reading comprehension or historical literacy. Choose one, and then display your ignorance of the other on the internet.
But at least nick has demonstrated that it is possible to have too many wankers in a post. In his case, one.
James Delingpole should be secretary of state for works and pensions, he would do far better than that incompetant IDS that is in charge now!
there is a guy where I live who stands outside the local public house all day smoking fags and drinking beer with a neckbrace and crutches, if anyone walking by gives him a mucky look, off with the neck brace and he batters hell out of them, then back on with the neck brace, picks his crutches up and carrys on drinking and smoking the taxpayers money.
Cripples and liberals, I shit them!!
Oh right, they’re all like that then are they? We shouldn’t give a flying fuck about anybody who needs some help, because there’s a bloke near you who’s dodgy. Well, I’m glad we sorted that one out. Thanks for your input.
Hey NickNickTinyDick,
You can make the world a better place in one of two ways, depending on whether your little anecdote is actually true or not:
If it is, then call the National Benefit Fraud Hotline on 0800 854 440 and tell them about it. Unlike us, they are paid to give a shit about this stuff.
If it is not, and you are too chickenshit to carry your little deception into a realm where it might actually get you into trouble, then just shut the fuck up.
James Delingpole is a rotting sack of elephant dicks.
‘He is the author of numerous fantastically entertaining books including 365 Ways to Drive a Liberal Crazy, Welcome To Obamaland: I’ve Seen Your Future And It Doesn’t Work [and] How To Be Right’
Excuse me while I run to my local bookstore, dig to the bottom of the bargain bin and buy a copy of all of those books. They sound amazing.
Seriously this http://blogs.telegraph.co.uk/news/jamesdelingpole/100070282/q-why-did-god-give-liberals-annoying-whiny-voices/
is so retarded it makes me want to sick up blood.
Seems Delingpole is one of these twats so obsessed with the idea of right and left that he doesn’t even notice that the argument he’s engaged in so enthusiastically is a hysterical pissing contest between tiny fringe groups that actually has fuck all to do with the actual political landscape. If these cunts disappeared altogether then nothing would change there’d just be less annoying bastards calling eachother nazis and decrying as he does in this article how nasty and small minded their opponents are.
The reason Delingpole is a cunt is that he is the same as the shrill lefties he so despises. He is them, and they are him, and they are both all twats.
I mean for goodness’ sake;
“something liberals hate more than anything in the world: that no matter how hard they try and how much they show they really care, they will always be wrong about everything that matters.”
JUST FUCK OFF.
Well, at least Cuger Brant’s got some company on his bookshelf.
An excellent article, Mr. Delingpole! Who said this and when? “We must be careful, however. You see these microphones? They have been placed on our tables by the British Broadcasting Corporation. Think of the risk these eminent men are running. We can almost see them in our mind’s eye, gathered together in that very expensive building, with the questionable statues on its front. We can picture Sir John Reith, with the perspiration mantling on his lofty brow, with his hand on the control switch, wondering, as I utter every word, whether it will not be his duty to protect his innocent subscribers from some irreverent thing I might say about Mr. Ghandi, or about the Bolsheviks, or even about our peripatetic Prime Minister.” Winston Spencer Churchill on St. George’s Day, 1933 at the annual dinner in London of the Royal Society of St. George, Nothing has changed – save it’s got decidedly worse..
At least Cugey pays for his own output. Delingpole gets paid to smear his shit across the pages of the DT.
(now let’s see if I remembered how to do blockquotes..)
That’s fewer annoying bastards.
No, you’re over-analyzing this. There isn’t a reason at all. He just *is*.
He was actually created by being moulded from pure cuntium by a master turdsmith.
Thinking over past targets of our ire, I do believe we might have reached a new low in cuntishness with this Delingpole twat. We need some sort of unit of measurement, like a gigatwatt. If Johnny Paedo is 1 gigatwatt, then Delingpole must surely weigh in at 5000 petatwats.
Is it really worth getting worked up about Delingpole? I’m pretty certain he’s just doing most of it for the reaction, and the money of course.
He’s the Jeremy Clarkson for people who can read.
In French, his name sounds like “I love sdelingpol”. Just thought I’d share.
If a disabled person wants my help to pay their living costs, they should ask me in person – I’m fed up with money being expropriated from me, and given to any moocher who convinces a low paid, bored, incompetent bureaucrat to finance them, from my money.
See, Nick, the problem is this. You look at the disabled and say, “Fuck you, I’m all right Jack.” Now, somewhere down the line, you might need help from society. (Something not absolutely necessary, like palliative healthcare.) If society then says, “Fuck you, we’re all right Jack,” then you haven’t got a leg to stand on. Metaphorically and possibly even literally.
“…money being expropriated from me, and given to any moocher who convinces a low paid, bored, incompetent bureaucrat to finance them, from my money”
Easily fixed, Nick. Just triple the bureaucrat’s pay, train him up a bit and give him some interesting hobbies.
I got the impression that NickNickTinyDick’s resentment of the disabled might stem from having his own benefit application turned down. Not one to let things lie, I turned over his bins while he was down the bookies and found a letter from the DWP:
NickNick – this disabled that spends all day in and out of the pub – haven’t you got a job to go to instead of stalking him?
This was after he said, “I am strongly in favour of using poisoned gas against uncivilised tribes. The moral effect should be so good that the loss of life should be reduced to a minimum. It is not necessary to use only the most deadly gasses: gasses can be used which cause great inconvenience and would spread a lively terror and yet would leave no serious permanent effects on most of those affected.”
Right? Just checking as to whether or not Nostradamus “Morality Himself” Churchill could be so perspicacious as to note that we’d still having poison gas dropped on brown people 70 years later using exactly the same kinds of justification.
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OK, nicknick, so there’s this guy who keeps attacking people round your way? No there isn’t, you’re making stuff up to fit your own tedious prejudices; I doubt very much if there’s a guy round your way who keeps attacking people, and keeps getting away with it.
And no, you’re not going to be asked for money by disabled people, because even the blind ones can tell you’re a cunt from miles away.