Sunday, January 13, 2013

Love letter to Julie Burchill


Burchill, shortly before she was matryred for her faith

Julie Burchill - what a travesty you are.

Get a grip you outlandish cretin, you may have risen to the top of the cesspit of British journalism (and with such self-aggrandising aplomb!) but really now, is there any need to imitate the big boys you claim to be rallying against, so TOTALLY?

Viciously grinding down people who are not-quite identical to yourself in such a barbaric, coldly provocative, sub-sitcom style is by turns ruthless and pathetic. The insults barfed out from your loathsome trap do not even bear repeating, because they are so profoundly idiotic and outlandishly tacky.

You are the Jimmy Saville of the Broadsheets, you are no feminist, you are a bad joke, and an out dated, offensive, deeply distasteful waste of paper. Paper which would be better used to embalm you in your own papier-mâché of hatred in which you should be delivered to a kindergarten full of those "wretched inner-city kids" and devoured in a manner as histrionic and repulsive as your own scrawlings.

No comments: