I know there's not supposed to be organisations on here, but I have to put forth The Sun newspaper as a candidate today.
That pun-laden rag of a toilet paper has taken the comparisons I did on here the other day between Justin Bieber and Michael Jackson, altered them to avoid any copyright infringement and then passed them off as their own. They even had the sheer brass balls to call it an exclusive.
The Sun really is a blight on this country. It appeals to the Jeremy Kyle set, and succeeds by exploiting the lowest common denominator - tits, gossip, crap puns and filth, while all the time proclaiming itself as the voice of the nation, as a fighter for human rights while habitually abusing the human rights of others who simply want some privacy.
This was the newspaper that supported the Tory party at the last general election. I don't see them standing up and saying how wrong they were, or attacking David Cameron and his posh-boy friends with the same kind of venom it has attacked others in the past. But one reading of The Sun will tell you why - it's run, and written, by the kind of people who sit around in pubs, lying about who they've had sex with, who make inappropriate comments and who pretend to be your friend while talking about you behind your back.
I contend that one of the job requirements to work at The Sun is a willingness to set aside any sense of morality or decency in the pursuit of selling newspapers.
I have no time for The Sun, and wish it would go the same way as the News of the World.
The Sun is to Britain what a pimple is to a teenage boy on a Saturday night.
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Monday, 1 April 2013
The Sun
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Friday, 29 March 2013
Katie Price
Katie Price aka Jordan.
What is the point of this useless twat? Why does The Sun insist on giving her column inches?
Today, she renewed her vows with her latest husband, only months after they got married.
Well WHOOPEE-FUCKING-DO!!!!!
Nobody gave a shit when she married him the first time, let alone the second. What a shame she didn't marry Oscar Pistorious, or OJ Simpson.
Why is she even still famous? She doesn't do anything except get married, have babies and occasionally start feuds with genuine celebrities. She doesn't even get her tits out anymore, which was - let's face it - all she was famous for in the first place.
Please, let us stop giving this worthless bint any more of the attention she so desperately craves.
What is the point of this useless twat? Why does The Sun insist on giving her column inches?
Today, she renewed her vows with her latest husband, only months after they got married.
Well WHOOPEE-FUCKING-DO!!!!!
Nobody gave a shit when she married him the first time, let alone the second. What a shame she didn't marry Oscar Pistorious, or OJ Simpson.
Why is she even still famous? She doesn't do anything except get married, have babies and occasionally start feuds with genuine celebrities. She doesn't even get her tits out anymore, which was - let's face it - all she was famous for in the first place.
Please, let us stop giving this worthless bint any more of the attention she so desperately craves.
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