12 July 2014


Same as every year since I was a wee laddie dreaming about all the beer I was going to drink one day the World Cup Final features two teams who can fuck off and die far as I am concerned. The motherfucking Nazis and the motherfucking country the Nazis ran to to escape the noose at war's end.


I am happy old Maggie is not alive to see this, as I shall, cold Patagonia in my Anarchist hand.

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