The BBC are calling it 'acute nausea' ffs.Apparently 'morning sickness' is not politically correct anymore on account of her royal puke so now it's hypo something or other in latin or greek or some shit.
You really don't get dylans rant at all do you? Nor do you get why it's getting 'liked' here.
It's not just any average couple and baby is it?. A normal, non-aristo couple on average income or less, and lacking any particular privileges, wouldn't have a vilely sycophantic shitestorm of media worship, hype and trivia sprayed all over them in nauseatingly arselicking Mail/Sun/etc headlines and BBC Witchellisms for months on end would they?
You like tacky kitch cups and mugs and all that malarkey it seems,. so you're scarcely very objective. No-one's trying to 'ban' you from liking royalty and all that, but at least make some effort to understand what's motivating the discerning minority who don't share your arselicking ... I mean perspective
Just getting pointlessly pissed off with us lamp-post measurers will get you nowhere ...
I fucking hate Royal pregnancies and royal births and royal babies most of all. I hate them more than fucking jubilees or fucking weddings or fucking coronations or fucking funerals. I hate them more than the fucking royal visits to ever so grateful ex colonies, more than the bored expressions and plastic fixed smiles on their fucking ugly mugs as they sit through yet another grass skirt dance routine by some fucking half submerged pacific island tribe, more than the stupid flag waving, bunting hanging or tacky souvenir collecting that follows their every step, even more than the collectors edition minted coins and porcelain plates with their grotesque enamelled faces staring out from living room sideboards. More than the forelock tugging, vomit inducing, front page tabloid articles and obsessive dissection of every irrelevant uninteresting detail of their unbelievably, indescribably, banal and tedious lives. More than the cretinous fascination with their wardrobe , even more than the ludicrous obsequious slaving over every fucking thing they do and the pretence that cutting a fucking ribbon or waving at some idiotic crowd of worshipping gullible fools is some kind masterful accomplishment worthy of our wonder and gratitude.
Of all of this nauseating drivel, the baby stories are the worst. Not only are we expected to celebrate the achievement of some privileged useless fucking toff in getting herself up the duff,an act for which we should all be eternally fucking enraptured but worse than that, we are meant to celebrate the fact that, by pure luck, by sheer chance, this grotty little sprog is going to be born into a life of unbelievable, indescribable, privilege and wealth. A life that we are not only obliged to pay for but are expected to rejoice over.
I bet you love those little "and finally" bits on the news don't you. You know, the little stories where William tours a local bakery and puts on one of those hair nets and pretends to roll pastry for the cameras or the ones where some old dear hands Kate a soggy bouquet of wilting flowers after waiting in the pouring rain for 5 hours and Kate shakes her hand and nods understandingly while pretending to give a flying fuck about whatever inane drivel she is spouting or the ones where they visit some run down inner city youth club and pretend to play pool with a bunch of spotty teenagers on work experience schemes. I bet you lap them up. I bet you say things like "oh she's so hardworking" or "he's such an inspiration"what a ridiculous rant - you're obviously bored that Palestinian baiting/dying season has ended for another 12 months. Won't be long to wait for the next one!!
I bet you love those little "and finally" bits on the news don't you. You know, the little stories where William tours a local bakery and puts on one of those hair nets and pretends to roll pastry for the cameras or the ones where some old dear hands Kate a soggy bouquet of wilting flowers after waiting in the pouring rain for 5 hours and Kate shakes her hand and nods understandingly while pretending to give a flying fuck about whatever inane drivel she is spouting or the ones where they visit some run down inner city youth club and pretend to play pool with a bunch of spotty teenagers on work experience schemes. I bet you lap them up. I bet you say things like "oh she's so hardworking" or "he's such an inspiration"
FFS, Daily Mail has a mock-up of what the baby could look like
But they all look the same.
She might have hyperemesis. It's pretty nasty.
It’s a good job the Daily Mail didn’t go over the top with its coverage yesterday – just a modest 13 pages.
Yes, 13 fucking pages with each successive one spouting more drivel than the last. And it’s only just started. I’m not sure how much more of this I can take. I didn’t give a fuck about the royal baby on Monday but I give even less of a fuck with each passing day.
To be fair, short of matricide how's he a failure for his mum not dying yet?Can't bring myself to give a fuck, except insofar as it makes big-ears feel even more of a failure for not being king yet, even though he's a grandad.
To be fair, short of matricide how's he a failure for his mum not dying yet?
Sneaky wordplay by a cynical republicanit's not about him being a failure, as you'd have discerned if you'd bothered to read my post. It's about him feeling that he's a failure.
Really, Cam. I expect better of our nation's elite!
Sneaky wordplay by a cynical republican
How the fuck should I know what my point is?! I'm just saying stuff!Your point being...?