It’s the great Children in Need pledge for Littlejohn to admit he’s a racist cunt!
It's Children in Need day. Hooray! Newsreaders twatting around on the dancefloor. Wogan keeping that rug on his head while meandering around the same old script about "Steady, me hearties!" while Tess Daly gurns on in delight. Some EastEnders thing that makes you want to pop your eyeballs out with sugar tongs. That sort of thing. But this year I've decided, on the basis of Littlejohn's 'hilarious' article today, that we should pledge our money to Pudsey if, at long last, he will come out and admit - on national television - that he's a racist cunt.
I floated this idea on Twitter, and have had some marvellous suggestions so far:
Some lovely ideas there, which will really benefit the children. Think of those poor children in need, Richard. Come on! Do it for the kids, eh. You get thousands of quid every week to drone on about elfnsafetygawnmad and piss out some borderline racism about burkas and the PC Brigade. All I'll say is, if enough people pledge enough money for you to go live on TV and say that you're a racist cunt, surely you can, well what's the phrase, make it up?
Go on, Richard. You know you want to. Pudsey is waiting!
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November 19th, 2010 - 14:05
£100, if he’s wearing blackface composed entirely of those horrible, claggy shits you do after a night on the Guinness.
November 19th, 2010 - 15:44
You can bet your bottom dollar that Littlejohn will say “You couldn’t make it up” at some point during the week of the wedding. Probably when he hears from some illinformed Daily Mail reader than instead of being taken to see the wedding procession pass by down London’s street the pupils of some school in Islington, home of the GUARDINISTAS, have been taken instead to see a play by one legged femininists or something.
YOU COULDN’T MAKE IT UP!
November 21st, 2010 - 14:02
*clicks link to story*
*reads first two paragraphs*
God he really is a tiresome, mislead, xenophobic pointless little oik isn’t he. Comparing the implications of that article with what I can see with my own two eyes in day to day life make it look increasingly like the poor man is suffering from neuroses and paranoia. Far from paying him a small fortune to continue these mad ramblings perhaps it would be better to divert that money into the private healthcare (well, we don’t want to make him even worse by exposing him to the NHS do we?) that he so desperately needs. It’s not like he couldn’t still go about his day to day life, pottering to the shops and back and so on – after all there is such a thing as care in the community; but a bit of reassurance that those coloured people he can see working in shops and factories, offices and banks are not, in fact, out to destroy all white people but are merely trying to get by, the same as anyone else.
(I think I’m possibly tainted by reading this a week after racist cunts just round the corner from me attacked the local mosque and I overheard a woman in the local Co-Op telling her son to “hurry up or the immigrants will get you!”
There are times that words fail me…)