George Galloway and ideal democracy

I will count them ALL!

Did Marx exist?

Revelations about Karl Marx have emerged after research by the Radical Splurge history team uncovered enlightening documents. "Karl Marx" it seems did not exist, at least in a material sense. Marx was in fact a work of Engels' over active drunken imagination appearing to him as a burning beard-bush that only he could see. The beard-bush bestowed Engels with great wisdom leading to the development of dialectical materialism but spoke in a garbled near indecipherable English meaning that Engels had to spread the dialects through his own words rather than directly through the raw unknowable source.

Engels would often be seen speaking to himself in pubs as if he was in the midst of an exciting conversation but in truth only he could see and hear the flaming beard. A passage by an unknown writer reveals some of the true nature of "Karl Marx".

"Now Engels kept the textiles factory of his father in law, the felt-man of Manchester: and he left the pieces of fabric at the back of the shop, and came to the pub of dialects, The Salford Crescent.

2 And the follower of Hegel appeared unto him in a flame of fire out of the midst of an unfathomable beard: and he looked, and, behold, the beardy-bush burned with fire, and the beardy-bush was not consumed.

3 And Engels said, I will now turn aside, and see this great sight, why the beardy-bush is not burnt.

4 And when Marx saw that he turned aside to see, Marx called unto him out of the midst of the beard, and said, Engels, Engels. And he said, Here am I.

5 And he said, Create no more clothing hither: No longer wash your hair with soap, for the place whereon thou drink is dialectical ground. Follow me and spread my teachings for I am wise. Do not wash your hair with soap, follow my instruction and I shall bestow upon you even greater wisdom."

Michael Gove brings back hanging

Vote Labour! Kick Out the Tories!

Capitalism with a Human Face

Who Wants to Be A Millionaire? An advert paid for by the Anarcho-Captialist Foundation.

So YOu think thAt moNeY is the root of all evil. Have yOu ever asked what is the roOt of all money?

Ayn Rand

He sat hunched over his calloused bellend then stared into the distance. He was a self made man, a celebrity on the stock-market watching the numbers judder meaninglessly into a capitalist ethereal realm. He doesn't even count the money he makes. He makes money from nothing like a walking coke-snorting God who knows how to spend.

Why aren't you like him?
You think he's a vacuous materialist individual?
 Then you're a loser.
You think money's not everything?
 Then you're going to stay a loser.

 He is The Übermensch! He has no time for losers like you who don't take what they can get! He owes you nothing, you're lazy (unless you're rich, in that case the teenage sons of trade union leaders should eat garlic from your belly button). He has everything! He can get anything! After using every hooker and spending two hours a day getting double blowjobs from Swiss models dressed as Mario and Luigi he feels like king of the world. One day if you weren't a weak, pathetic sheep of a human you too could dine on coke. You too could have experienced such a constant barrage of sensual excess that you can only really get off once you've attacked your genitals with a cheese-grater.

 Become a winner! Become an Anarcho-Capitalist! Get rich and embrace unrestrained decadence until you too can finally stare blankly with the eyes of a man who's masturbated for 12 days straight.

Join us today! Join the 1% you lazy bastard!*

*For more winners look here http://www.reddit.com/r/Anarcho_Capitalism/

George Galloway's Ballad

 A vERse by GeoRge GallOwaY

My name is Galloway

And I'm here to stay

I'm a peanut politician,

I taste great, just give me a good lickin'.

I've been mates with Saddam,

Killed a giant space Blair. Wham!

I'm a bad motherfucker with a tankie grin,

But you knew that when you opened the cat food tin.

My name is Galloway. Motherfucking Galloway.

I'm here to make the US pay.

I have the power, I'm the King of Spain

If you cross me I'll throw you out of Gaddafi's private plane.

Respect.

I'll stop it there, I think we've heard from enough women err... I mean Galloways today.