Friday, December 10, 2010

 

Wikileaks: Yawny yawny cunt cunt

Whistle blowers are frightful cunts. Usually they end up dead, either assasinated by the CIA or terrorists, or they die because in a moment of rare insight, they realise that the only decent thing to do, is to stop boring on about secret things and to end it all. A very selfish few manage to carry on living, gnawing away at the ears and eyeballs of anyone presented with their tedious, sneaky yawnery.

Most people have not managed to work this out, because they are too stupid, but secret documents carry a secret classification, because they are so very, immensely dull that only a few people with a very high boredom threshhold are able to look at them without their eyes bleeding.

I never want to look at secret things. Like whispering and the Masons, secrecy is just incredibly gay. And most people's sacred, secret things are just the most enormously trivial, old bag of bollocks imaginable. But it's hard to get away from secrecy, even if you don't court it, which a lot of people do, it just fucking comes and finds you. Even I am not immune to secrets. In fact, I am particularly livid at the moment because I have been asked to take part in a Secret Santa. A fucking Secret Santa! I am not a stingy cunt so I am not going to be one of those ones who says "Oh I will not do the Secret Santa, I don't approve of it", because that's just mean and tedious. But I have to make a stand against all the secrecy - so I have bought the man a present of a mouse mat for his computer and have put "Dear Alan, Happy Christmas, love Noreen O'Brien" on the outside of it.

And now I have done it, haven't I - because that one from the Wikileaks - the Danish man, will be interfering with his Blackberry as I type this "Decipher yourself: Noreen O'Brien has bought Alan a present in the Secret Santa". Well, Mr Leaks, now you know it all- but once something is posted on the internet, it no longer is classified or secret - so stick that up your pale, lanky, pastry-pooping hole

Noreen

Comments:
What about secret passages, like the ones in the pyramids, that led to secret chambers full of treasure? You must have liked those when you were a girl.
 
I crept up a girls secret passage a while ago. I told her, it was the only way she could prove to me she loved me. I've never told anyone else.
 
When I taught in a primary school, I was always telling the little ones that what I made them do in the toilets was our little secret. Whores.
 
Wikileaks real mission is to bore the crap out of us all. Where is the real secret stuff. Which world leader likes to dress up as a hooker?
Which is a closet gay, who is shagging whom? Get a fucking grip Assange if you ever get out of nick, give us what we want - GOSSIP.
If you came up with a scoop of the calibre of John Major shagging Edwina Curry, then I'd be impressed.
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I don't like secret passages or back passages or any passage or anything secret. It's all enormously gay.

I couldn't agree more, PMJ - what a boring cunt. Of course the US has files on the sexual deviances of world leaders and those files are the only ones we would get out of bed to see.

If I wanted to be a boring secret ogling cunt, I'd join the state department or the CIA, but I don't want to be one. I want to do as little work as possible and spend a lot of time outside, which doesn't fit in with those two career paths which are either sitting in a dull office reading like a nerd, or pulling someone's teeth out in a dungeon.

The second half of the word secret is the first part of the word cretin.

Noreen
 
He is an Australian and not a Danishman, unless you are telling us secrets that you know about his secret origins.
 
Is he, secret squirrel? I'm so bored by him I haven't really been listening to stuff about his origins. He looks pale and annoying, so I just assumed "Dane". Australians normally have more of a tan and a (rather basic but nonetheless there) sense of humour.

I'm afraid the only secret I know about him is Jesus hates him. And so, for that matter, do I - gruesome yawny sneak
Noreen
 
It's time to feel sorry for Assange. He's got out of the nick, but only to spend Christmas with freaks like Ken Loach and John Pilger. Have a heart. Have a beef heart.
 
For the dude who adores blowing a whistle, a pie in the face will do. Perhaps, too, a carrot in the can?

Enoch (forgot my effin' password, Noreen.)

All's still shitty in the States, if you must know.

Happy New One!!!!!
 
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