John Terry and other stupid people

What a silly boy John Terry’s been. We love a bit of hubris in this country and our John has served us up a nice steaming plate full to start our week.
Of course we shouldn’t be surprised. Footballers are always playing away from home, metaphorical speaking, and they aren’t opposed to each others sloppies, Danielle Lloyd, but Johnny, being England’s captain clearly has to go one better.
As a serial philanderer sooner or later he was going to bite off more than he could chew, sooner or later he was going to take a massive shit on his own doorstep and actually do what most people thought wasn’t possible. He’s actually managed to offend other professional footballers.
It seems that despite what we might think, despite the accepted culture of raping and roasting, we are now told that professional footballers do actually have standards. There is a morality and John has overstepped the line.
Fucking another professional’s ex girlfriend and baby momma is definitely not allowed.
Naughty, naughty John, you had to go to far didn’t you? You weren’t content with the seventeen year old in the back of the Bentley, you had to push it. You’ve exchanged dressing room banter and slaps on the back for disdainful looks and whisperings behind your back.
All of a sudden John Terry’s position as England’s captain is in doubt. There are many in that squad that think it should be them. Why would they come out now in support? Apparently undisclosed sources close to England’s senior players say they’re disgusted with this behaviour.
This total disregard for anyone else’s feelings, his wife’s, his friends’, his sponsors’, the fans. The other players aren’t happy and this puts him on very shaky ground. There are two or three that would take his job off him in a instant. Knives are being sharpened as I write.
He’s made himself a target in a World cup year, a very big lucrative target. This sells papers. Adultery always sells. We get to wag our fingers and tut. Football fans get to have a laugh about it and their wives get to sympathise with the injured parties and devour the gossip.
Already he’s looking like a very nasty piece of work. Fucking his mates ex who’s the friend of his wife, getting her pregnant then arranging an abortion after which he gives her twenty thousand pounds to ‘make her feel better’.
Right John, cash was it?
Another day of revelations could finish him. He’ll lose the England captaincy.
For his entire career he’s been fucking, pissing on nightclub floors, brawling and upsetting Americans yet through his talent he has reached the pinnacle of his sport. This year he has a chance, a decent chance of winning the world cup as England captain. This is all up in the air. This could be snatched from him. The next few days could decide his legacy.

Now we all love pussy but really John is she worth it?

If the captaincy is taken away from him John Terry will blame the press. If his wife leaves him taking his house and a large chuck of his money John Terry will, no doubt, blame the dirty, scummy British gutter tabloid newspapers for exposing his infidelity.
The only person he should blame for this is himself. He has been busted for every stupid move he’s made in his career, all the cheating and urinating, what made him think this would slip under the radar? If he doesn’t lead England to South Africa he’ll have to look himself in the mirror and say ‘mate, you fucked it up’.
However I don’t think he will because in this country we have a habit of blaming other people for the shit we get ourselves into. No-one takes any responsibility for them selves anymore. We’ve eradicated guilt and elevated blame.
Jess Deelay is twenty two and has already drank her-self into a coma TWICE. Doctors tell her she’s one drink away from killing her-self. She has drunk so much in such a short time half her pancreas has been eaten away.
This, however, isn’t Jess’ fault. This is the fault of everyone else for selling alcohol too cheaply. If alcohol had been out of her grasp financially Jess’ lack of self control wouldn’t have been an issue and she wouldn’t be in this sorry state today.
Fuck Jess Deelay.
I like a drink. I like several but why should I forgo other things to enjoy it because with me, as it is with a lot of people, it makes no difference whether a bottle of vodka costs five pounds or fifty I’m not going to down a bottle of it a day.
Jess Deelay is fucked because she couldn’t control her-self not because drink was readily available.
All too often people are inclined to blame drink for their stupid, self destructive behaviour.No-one turns into a cunt when they drink. What actually happens is cunts get drunk and become bigger cunts.

If you want to taste the fruit of the tree water it well.

Being drunk is never an excuse. If you’re an arsehole when you’ve had a drink don’t drink. It’s very simple. Put the bottle down.
Frances Inglis gave her son Tom a massive heroin overdose to put him out of his misery after he fell from a moving ambulance and suffered severe brain damage.
During the trial in became apparent that Francis held the police and ambulance service responsible for her son’s injuries. It was their fault her son had ended up in a permanent vegetative state.
I concede that a grieving mother can’t think rationally about what happened to her son but after she was locked up for killing him her family read out a statement venting their anger and demanding that the police and ambulance service be investigated and brought to account for Tom Inglis’ injuries.
The police weren’t responsible for Tom Inglis’ injuries. Tom Inglis was responsible for Tom Inglis’ injuries.
On the night in question Inglis had sustained damage during a drunken brawl. It was decided that he should be taken to hospital to be checked over. It was during this journey that he fell from the vehicle.
It seems that prior to the accident Inglis nearly ‘fell’ on two other occasions. In fact it transpires that Inglis was wrestling with a policeman in the back of the ambulance and it was this same policeman that prevented him ‘falling’ on both these occasions. The third time the policeman couldn’t stop him ‘falling’ and Tom Inglis sustained the brain damage.
Come on!
Tom Inglis went out, got pissed, got into fight, lost, then decided he didn’t want to go to hospital. Tom Inglis was prepared to fight a policeman to prevent himself going to hospital. Tom Inglis jumped out of the back of a fucking moving ambulance.
This is natural selection in action because if you’re stupid enough to jump out of a moving vehicle when it’s taking you to a place where people are prepared to help you, you aren’t ment to re-produce.
Tom Inglis destroyed the few brains he had all by him-self. It was his fault alone and he doesn’t deserve our sympathy. Our taxes shouldn’t be wasted investigating this because Tom Inglis fucked himself up. Case closed.
Losing a son must be harrowing and I suppose you want reasons and people to blame but I’m sorry Francis, your boy was a prick and if he hadn’t smashed his head open that night I’m pretty sure he’d have done it on some-other.