Society is in the gutter

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Education education education was Blair's mantra as he stood on the doorstep of No. 10 and yet, after 50 years of Labour government, we are a nation of under-educated feral thugs, who grunt an incomprehensible argot learned from the latest "rap" 45, in between "downloading" pornography to our mobile phones and "happy slapping" old age pensioners dozing fitfully at bus stops while waiting to board crime-ridden bendy buses to take them to their lives of terror on sink council estates

Quite incorrect, Thomas, quite incorrect. In my day, times was you didn't need twenty years of liberal bias training to do a decent day's work. Overeducation is what's going on, and not enough birch for my liking.

To be fair, I can see why the Education Secretary would be against kicking Balls in the street.

Though most of the House of Commons (both sides of the House) would be very much in favour

so long as it were someone else's balls. where they're concerned, it's always someone else's balls.

Overeducation is what's going on, and not enough birch for my liking.

The problem is these so-called liberals and their sneers and innuendo have blackened the very idea of a Christian Brother innocently caning the bare buttocks of young boys so's to inculcate the correct Latin verb endings. What sordid minds these people must have.

And anyway universities are all David Beckham Studies and Robson Green Fellowships and urinating on war memorials, open to all comers and full of Moslems preaching anti-Western propaganda

They've besmirched the great tradition of the Robson Green Fellowship if you ask me.

The standards required to obtain a "degree" today are on a par with the minimum that we would be expected to know when I matriculated from Primary School and narrowly failed the Eleven Plus. I knew boys in Secondary Modern who knew more about Deleuze and Guattari's concept of rhizomes than these youths swanning around their PhD courses and disinterring war heroes in order to quite literally kick their balls around in the street.

eh that's actually true, can we get a mod edit?

Used to be a parent could kick a child in the street...

an ilxor could organise a fap for their birthday and then turn up for it.

Finns coming over here, ignoring our FAPs

hello ken!

Society can't even consign itself to the dustbin anymore without first having to undergo the rigmarole of sorting itself into plastics, cans and newspaper.

We didn't have plastics when I was a lad. Everything was made out of wood. Even the trees.

Even the clothes pegs

even the erect penii

(Hi DL! How's it going?)

ken c - not bad - working in london now for the forseeable future, so should be able to make the next fap you organise.

ha i might not turn up to it myself though

whereabouts you work/live?

still live in hitchin. currently working in old street, but gonna be switching to kings x soon.

Remember when people were able to spell The King's Cross without resorting to the gutter vernacular of the mobile telephone.

Let's put the Great back into Great Britain and the, errrrrr, Cross back into King's Cross

gr8 britain

anyway, a job used to be for life. for life. now people don't even know where they work any more. politicians, for example, seem to think they're wet nurses these days, while the rest of us gather up what few rags and tassels are left of society to sew pete doherty a new tourniquet.

xpost it's gr8 bri10 get wiv da tymez yo

xposts

Time was, this thread fulfilled a valuable service by concerning itself with our society and the gutter it has fallen into. Now it's just the liberal intelligentsia getting all chummy with each other.

Get chummy with anyone these days, especially over the internet, and you are liable to find yourself on the Big Government Nanny State Sex Offender's List, with council officials breaking down your door in order to forcibly extract DNA from you, which is exactly what should be happening to these perverts because only those who've got something to hide should fear ... uhhhh... hold on, can I start again?

Time was you could send your kids up to sweep chimneys, these days they're literally being put through the hatches of recycling banks to steal second-hand clothing. Britain is lying in the gutter, in pieces, broken.

in my day, a man kept his business to himself. he didn't have to worry about getting constantly bombarded with such utter rubbish as what such and such as person "tweeted." what the bloody hell is a "tweet?" If I have to hear one more time what Stephen Fry had for breakfast, I will eat my hat!
which, by the way, has lost its starch, and is sagging down flabbily, just like society

Derbyshire PCT video - festive warning to young women don't get totally drunk and pee in the street and fall over

video
http://www.youtube.com/user/Cocktalesmix#p/a/u/1/xfWs6GaImzU

"Mary would never normally drop her knickers in the middle of town but she really needs to go, and after 10 alcopops she's lost it. If you don't want to end up in a Cocktale like Mary, know the tricks—get the right mix."

Society is literally being pissed into our gutters by a youth

The youth has drunk too much of society's blood, from the neck of a pensioner, and is now pissing away that blood without concern for the society he or she drenches

...with its own blood. Think about it!

vera lynn never pissed in any gutters. we've lost something, i don't know what, but it was precious.

The gutter is in the gutter, and that gutter is in another gutter, and society is in that gutter, so society is in the gutter gutter gutter.

multigutteral britain

Teenagers are literally taking the piss out of you, and then actually pissing that piss into the gutter.

gutter gutter gutter gutter gutter gutter gutter gutter BATMAN

It's the immigrants who shouldered out all the honest British ragpickers. Now rag picking is a racket, just like all the rest, and what's more they won't give you a decent price anymore for an honest rag of cloth.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2waIvp265CM

watch till the end

"my mum would fucking cut you"

Just another bus ride in Peckham.

that's like a sketch from Jam

fuck ing hell

what's phenomenal is how camp the guy is

"alison moyet shut your fucking mouth"

How do you do that? How do you walk right through a glass door on a bus and come through the other side without even being hurt?

Makes me so glad I live 300 yards away in the relative safety of Peckwich.