Bashing Shitheads Part 4: The Time To Strike

Unless we are deaf (in which case we could have read it, unless we were also blind, then some sort of braille would be in order), we have all heard the phrase 'Strike While the Iron is Hot'.
This is a very wise maxim indeed, though, obviously not meant to be taken in the literal sense-whilst a white hot iron can be a very handy weapon, Real Men have no business being in possession of one.

No-this concerns the carefully selected moment you will choose to attack an opponent, be he drunk, ill or even dead.

Now, the Mayan Controlled Media will have you think that attacking a dead body is somehow disrespectful or even pointless. It is obvious that they have never seen the grieving mothers and widows whose deceased loved ones I have battered like lumps of meat bow their heads to me in the street.

The Attack:

There are a host of opportunities that may fortuitously arise for you to attack your victim and some that you may set up yourself:

A strategically placed fiver on the floor can open up the perfect opportunity to strike a mans head repeatedly with your boot until his skull is a pulped mass of bloody shit and bone.

A brick wrapped in shiny wrapping paper and held under his delighted face only to be repeatedly smashed into his skull until it is is a pulped, bloody mass of shit and bone.

A frail pensioner pushed to the floor may send your enemy rushing to help them, perfectly positioning themselves for a series of hammer blows to rain down on their skull until it is a bloody, pulped, mass of bloody shit and bone.

As mentioned previously, there are also many times a victim will make themselves vulnerable to attack: For the very lazy amongst you, a target that jogs has already put their life at risk by jogging around a park for an hour-wasted energy means wasted lives.

Approaching a man who is halfway out of a car and kicking the door into him can be effective (and also mildly erotic).

And of course, Nobody expects to be assaulted during a two minute silence.

A few pointers:

Fighting a naked man is right out, in any circumstances, no way, no how.

Always get to know your enemy's movements and, if possible, medical history-weak hearts make light work for oneself and hospitals are prime locations for violent confrontations. Bursting into a theater and punching a man on the operating table whilst he is halfway through a procedure is a sure way to gain respect amongst your peers.

The variations of attack are limited only by your mind.
Get down your local primary school and try some out today.

STOP SHOWING ME PICTURES OF YOUR KIDS

A picture of you and your children.

This is becoming quite tedious, especially when it is some twat in a pub, who, within a minute or so of accosting me and talking complete bollocks, begins waving his wallet in my face going 'these are my kids, look at my kids' etc. etc. in a slightly disconcerting manner.
What the fuck are you meant to say to that? 'Yes very sexy, you are a lucky man'?

OK. So your belief appears to be that you have done the most magical thing in the world and created a life.

The hard truth of it is though, that you stood or laid down in a toilet cubicle or similar choice location, with another wrong'un, slipped your ungodly ding-dong inside it and spat your white hate tadpoles into her rotten fleshy baby grower.

For a variety of possible reasons the homunculus was carried to full term, I don't know which, maybe the chemist was shut that day.

Nine months later you achieved what mongs & third world bin-scavengers do day in, day out.

Produce another thing for me to hate.

So grab your pictures, along with your brats, jam them back inside the bubonic arse-womb of your wailing whore, throw all of them into a spiky fire-pit of death and then throw yourself in afterwards.

If you had any sense you would realize that this would be considerably less painful than what will, almost inevitably, happen to you, which is that the slag will get bored with you (as she is genetically programmed to do-in a feral state females have a 4 year mating cycle, the final stage being abandonment of the male) & piss off with your kids and, thanks to feminists and bastard lawyers, all of your money.

And you will be left sitting in pubs bothering strangers and showing them pictures of your kids. Which, I believe, is where I came in-
except now your eyes will be glazed over with tears and you will end up going back to your bedsit to cry.

Now fuck off. Thank you for not smoking.

A handy aid to child rearing

PERFECT TO ENCOURAGE GOOD BEHAVIOR/TOILET TRAINING/BRUSHING TEETH /ANYTHING

AT ALL I ENCOURAGE USE OF THESE WITH MY GRANCHILDREN THEY WORK WONDERS EVEN WITH THE BIGGER CHILDREN

I believe it might also work on women.

Terror. It works.

Dirty Wrong'uns Hitler Fury

A Thai waxworks museum has apologised and covered up a giant billboard of Der Fuhrer which was accompanied by the words "Hitler is not dead" after rather predictable howls of outrage from German and Israeli diplomats.

"Museum director Somporn Naksuetrong said the billboard had been covered up after "a lot" of complaints poured in, including from the Israeli and German embassies.

"We didn't choose Hitler with the intention of praising him, but because he is well-known," Somporn told AFP. "But we understand (why they are not happy). It is sensitive for some people and countries."

The billboard was "not only offensive to the Holocaust survivors but also to anyone who deplores racist behaviour" said Israeli Ambassador Itzhak Shoham , a man appointed by a government that recently launched a campaign urging Israelis to inform on friends and relatives who may be in danger of marrying non-Jews and, of course treats Arabs really well.

Yes, it must be particularly upsetting for German and Israeli* sex tourists to be confronted by this image while out looking for minors to perform unspeakable acts on.

One can only imagine the the horror of these people, "I was bored with buggering my yeshiva students /czech kids and came to Thailand because I wanted to bareback a small, brown street child whilst stubbing cigarettes out on his shoulders-I didn't expect this kind of fucking shit. I don't want to see this filth."

*The worlds two most neurotic nations seem to be the perfect breeding ground for sex weirdos & are well known for it in S. East Asia.

Angriff auf den Mond!

LCROSS crashing into the moon to search for water? Obvious crap. Any fool can see that it was an unprovoked strike on a Nazi moon base-and that cunt Obama has just got the Nobel Peace Prize.

On a related note, the above image is most pleasing. I for one will welcome our new Lunar Aryan Overlords, lets face it they have better dress sense than moossslims.

I hope they've set up an extermination camp for the fucking clangers as well.

Bashing Shitheads Part 3: The Art of Lying

John Leslie-another cunt who now rues the day he mildly annoyed me.

God is an Englishman. This is scientific fact proven by science people ages ago when the English first discovered science. This was in the period when the English were building what people now know as the pyramids.

As the chosen people, God used his magical powers to bless us with the gifts of lying and deceit. Of course, at the time we needed these skills to protect ourselves from strange, devil-worshiping, European types.

The Disabled Controlled Media will tell your children that lies are a sin.

That is a lie.


My fighting skills are legendary but even I will use lies to destroy some enemies. Enemies who may not wash, who look a bit fruity or are similarly unworthy of my Mighty Pugilistic Abilities.

For instance, I once anonymously informed the subnormal, leftist psychopaths of the Animal Liberation Front that one of my neighbours would regularly drink the blood of a Spider Monkey that was kept chained to the hot water pipes- and of course, I said that once the pipes heated up , the cuffs would act as a conductor, leaving severe burns on this poor little monkey's arms. I told them it would also often pass out from shock and blood loss.

When the ALF heard of this 'outrage' they immediately dug up the corpse of my victim's mother and spunked on it then they branded 'A.L.F' on him ( the initials of the animal group, not a picture of that Jewish alien prick).

Similarly, on another occasion, a gentleman by the name of Paul Gadd was to suffer at the hands of my ability to convince people of utter bollocks. I would break into his house at night and leave images of a particularly vile nature on his hard drive. Images later discovered, as I had intended by the busy-body do-gooders at PC World. Gadd's feeble music career was in tatters and this vicious slur would follow him from country to country, ultimately resulting in his arrest and imprisonment.
The truth is that Gadd only ever raped those of consenting age and above.

Some may have deep morality issues with such tactics and yet they have been used by women since the beginning of time. To those of you who believe it is wrong to trick others into doing your dirty work for you I say: Fuck Off You Poofs.

Have a nice day.

Bashing Shitheads Part 2: DRUNKEN MASTER

The fighting skills of a normal man are greatly impaired whilst drunk but this is no excuse to lose a fight and possibly even die leaving your next of kin with the knowledge that you are nothing but a poof. In fact, all the statistics point toward it being far more likely that you will kill yourself and your wife & children once you arrive home.

Guns and knives should be carried at all times despite what the Jewish Controlled Media say-unless you are out on the piss.
The chances are that you'll only end up hurting yourself and looking like a fucking tit.
Big, flashy moves are right out too because even when sober they make you look like a cunt-and that's without falling face first on the tarmac and spreading your nose across your fucking face.

Ask the shaolin about how much use the ability to do stupid fucking kung-fu backflips over a couple of pieces of bamboo was when Chinese Red Army tanks showed up on their doorstep.

Most drunken fights involve more than two people-and if you are a Real Man, you'll get involved too. The secret is to skirt around the outside of the battle, sneaking like a ninja or a semite. Once a skull is exposed to your drunken fist or head it is time to strike. Your target should collapse like a house of cards,ensuring that the only gainful employment he will ever be capable of again is as an extra in the remake of 'Awakenings'

His mates won't be too happy about this though and will probably try to get handy with you (unless they belong to some type of 'alternative' 'scene'-in which case, go wild).

Personally I would slaughter them all in under a second but you are not me.

Your best bet is to grab the closest woman, who will naturally have been hysterically goading and encouraging the violence. Grab her and use her as a subhuman shield.

When the opportunity arises, smack the slag in the spine and drop her. Half of the rabble will rush to help her, the other half will attack.

Time to take out the bottles you have shoved in your pockets. Strike out, throw in faces and then run like fuck into the night, laughing at what you've just done amid the sirens of the emergency services traveling in the opposite direction.