A lot of people really like the BBC. Old folks especially see it as a venerated, distinguished institution, a bit like the NHS (in that is outdated and quite literally worse than useless I suppose).
I was reading a piece on the climax of the final test against South Africa (quite what the fuck the final test is doing finishing on the 11th August is beyond me- astonoshing) and came across this paragraph:
Morne Morkel, who, like Forrest Gump, was revealed to be suffering from an injury to the buttock, was fast and hostile but mostly erratic.
What in the name of all that is good and holy is this shitty paragraph doing in a piece of so called professional journalism? Not only does a joke (and I can only assume it is a joke of some sort, despite being about as funny as the Holocaust) have absolutely no place here, I have shitted funnier things than that. I am being utterly literal. I have actually shitted things that are much more amusing than this piss poor exscuse for a piece of journalism.
Ladies and gentlemen, may I remind you that we are paying for someone to write this drivel thanks to the unique way the BBC is funded (i.e. the atavistic communist-style television tax).
What a bunch of dim-witted, cock-sucking, morose, up their own arse, public school, Trotskyite cunts they are.
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