George "noo-ku-lur" W. Bush

I don’t really like people who mispronounce things. By things, of course, I mean words. Mispronouncing words is not a good thing, generally speaking. There are a lot of fuckin’ eejits out there who live long lives and die without coming around to the realisation that the word “what” for example, is not pronounced “wha’” or “I have a cat who sleeps in a cot” is not pronounced “I go’ha ca’ who lives in a co’”. I know that these are specific enough examples but they’ll be familiar to the average Irish man (or woman), although not, perhaps, to the fuckwits who talk like that.

Anyway, the point is that there’s a man who makes regular appearances on the telly and who is an important leader of a large important country which goes around smiling and making friends with countries they like, while establishing their companies and persuading the relevant ministers to give them tax breaks until people get wise to their shit and tell them to fuck off and then they go to a country more desperate for their money, and with the countries they don’t like, they send a large army of fuckwits with expensive military gear who listen to death metal music while they butcher them with a sort-of Hicksville-style slack-jawed indifference. This fella has been mispronouncing things for years now, and someone has surely pointed it out to him on more than one occasion. He probably pays people to point these things out to him, in fact. Yet he still feels no shame whatsoever in standing up in front of the world (the real world, mind, not America) in the UN Chamber (please move it back to Geneva) and talking like a right fucking eejit about Iran’s “nu-ku-lar” programme (or should it be “program”). Nobody bats an eyelid. It really does say something about the state of fear that the rest of the world is in when not one of the hundreds of delegates stand up and say: “For fuck’s sake! The word is nuclear! Nuclear! Nuclear! Say it, you fuckwit! Say “Noo”. Now say “Klee”. Right, now say “Ar”. I don’t know… I’m grammatically concerned and terrified at the same time. There is no war. They make it up. America has now descended to requiring a constant state of war just to exist. It has rabies. Stay away. This warning was issued 50 years ago by Jean-Paul Sartre. Nobody heeded it then, and it remains unheeded today.