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- Dyke Smokes Out Fag Reith
- Andrew Marr's Attack On Reason
- Travesty Of Justice
- Arabia Death Cult Gene
- Is The BBC A Cult?
- Altruism
- Statist Assumptions Must Be Challenged!
- And One More Thing...
- Talking of Myths
- Pedalling Myths To The End
- Come Friendly Bombs...
- Brown: Salieri To Blair's Motzart
- Racism, The Left's Dirty Secret
- At Last! Anti Feminist Backlash Begins
- Law, Ass, Ass, Law
- Identity Crisis
- Princess Tony's Whimpering Valediction
- Not Star Crazy
- Portillo goes native on radio 4
- Maggie French Election Victory
- Mayday Mayday Musings
- Cardinal Error, Mac
- Reading: Unalloyed Good?
- Mother Socialism Or Father Capitalism?
- Liberal or Libertarian?
- Feminised Education
- Welcome Trend
- Parents From Hell
- Britain's Death Wish
- S. Pacific To Stop Bottom Trawling
- Life Is A Pill
- All Smoked Out
- Told You So
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2 comments:
Stress is a perfect way to auto-suggest to people. Dr Who scares children. Plant a suggestion therein.
It always has a person mouth-to-mouth kissing and a homoerotic suggestion. This week's casual comment was: "Got a girl friend, got a boyfriend?" Obviously this is a normal thing to ask.
On a CBBC programme I watched a giant pizza being split for all the cartoon animals: the gap inbetween these triangular slices formed the CND symbol for nuclear disarmament.
Ah, the BBC.
And this week's DR Who has the obligatory mouth-to-mouth kissing and the punchline from an Alien holding a gun: 'Who's it to be, your friend or your lover?'
Drip, drip, drip into the mind of kids.
Shallow, unsane, aliens filling the BBC. Now that's scary.
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