I’m quickly falling in love with the blog spEak You’re bRanes.

Who couldn’t fall in love with a blog that describes itself thus?

This blog is dedicated to the dribble-spattered lunacy of BBC “Have Your Say” discussions. Part of me thinks that the right-wing “blogosphere” of America is encouraging its slow readers to get over to the BBC and add their ill-informed opinions… but another part of me fears that the sample is actually more representative… perhaps the majority of people in the world really are this awful and stupid.

This is possibly a better description though, from an avid reader: “I just love the way you’ve appointed yourselves as the moral arbiters of what is posted on HYS, as if you have something significant to contribute. That and your self-satisfied sanctimonious attitude…“. Bang on, bitch.

Today’s posts have been immense.  First, some nonsense about the proposed Very Big Horse statue in Kent; then a mighty contribution to the debate about the Clusterfuck To The Poor House that is prefaced in the following terms:

I have a lot of respect for perfumiers. I mean, think of the genius who had to come up with Kerry Katona’s signature scent. They had to consider the fundamental abstract notions of Katona-ness, distill them into a chemical form, and manage to make the result not smell like chip fat and tears.

I fucking love it.  The only tears here are induced by laughter, and are rolling down my plump and rosy Ministerial cheeks…

And now I’ve found this – Disgraced Former Europe Minister Keith Vaz imploding on live national television – I’m really going to have to start making more of an effort to stay awake until 11.15pm:

If you don’t have 10 minutes to spare – and cut yourself some slack; you’re busy people – allow Sid (from Pickled Politics) to sum matters up succinctly in his exquisitely entitled post, Vaz Deference:

Keith Vaz, Labour MP of Leicester, pretends to engage knowledgeably on the intricate points of the issue of freedom of speech that underlies the whole [Geert Wilders] episode. Instead his ruse is blown when it becomes apparent that not only does he wilfully misunderstand the fundamentals of FoS, he has come on a discussion on Wilders’ 18 minute film on national television without even having seen the film.

He then proceeds to self destruct in a thunderous self-inflicted detonation, causing blood, sperm and liquid bullshit dripping off the studio furniture. Leaving the other protaganists in the discussion to carry on with the semblence of a conversation, while the fulminated entrails of Vaz’s credibility twitched involuntarily around them.

What a cunt (Disgraced Former Minister Keith Vaz, that is, not Sid from Pickled Politics).

I love the t’Internet.  What the fuck did I do with my life before it existed?