Miserable Old Bastard

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The perpetually offended brigade never seem to have a day off. In fact I am stroking my chin wondering whether this article is actually serious or is in fact a piss take aimed squarely at the politeness Nazis ("TV Advertising Decorum and Taste Tsar", anyone? Gordon? You fat cunt.).

If someone says something is offensive, then therefore it must be offensive to everyone, right? Period.

My answer to Peter of the Grauniad? If you don't like the fucking adverts, then don't watch the fucking adverts!

Some quality aren't-I-nice-because-my-heart-bleeds-for-all-and-yours-doesn't-so-you're-fucking-scum quotes jump out at me from this article, here goes:

"However on this occasion, my girlfriend, who is Ukrainian, turned to me and said: I don't like this advert, it is very offensive to me." I mentioned it to a friend who said his Latvian lodger also found it offensive"

Look at them all! Everyone who is anyone has a token Eastern European friend! Does anyone know if they're collectable? Or are these Lefty types just after some extra thermal vests from people who actually know what it's like to have real snow? What happened to global warming?

Oh, and Alan Partridge has a Ukranian girlfriend too (quite tasty actually), and he reads the Daily Mail.

"I asked my girlfriend why that might be. She told me that people from eastern Europe were brought up in a society where it was not normal to complain"

That's because they were fucking communist, dickwad. Anyone who complained was taken to a dark room and shot.

My opinion to all this? Well, fucking cabbage offends me but my mother still made me eat it. This isn't racism. This is desperation.

So Peter, fuck the fuck off, you miserable cunt.

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