Showing posts with label invasion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label invasion. Show all posts

Thursday, 10 March 2022

F*ck You - !!!NEW!!!

And secondly, a message I'm sure everyone who is not the (inhu)man himself is screaming at the top of their lungs.
(Yes - I know I've used it before but it's equally appropriate).

F*ck You not by Lily Allen

Look outside, look outside your tiny mind, and see what you’re doing
'Cause you’re not so macho
Just an asshole
With all the mis’ry that you bring
 

So you say that it's okay to invade, well, we think you're just evil
You're just some dickhead causing all this bloodshed
Your point of view is disgraceful

Fuck you (Fuck you), fuck you very, very much
'Cause we hate what you do
And so does your whole crew
And no-one thinks you are butch

Fuck you (Fuck you), fuck you very, very much
'Cause your aim’s misguided
Need to be enlightened
You are just so out of touch

Do you get, do you get a little kick out of being so heartless?
You want to be a dictator, think glory will come later
Well, that's not how you find it

Do you, do you really enjoy living a life that's so hateful?
'Cause there's a hole where your soul should be
You're heading for World War Three, and it's all avoidable

Fuck you (Fuck you), fuck you very, very much
'Cause we hate what you do
And so does your whole crew
And no-one thinks you are butch

Fuck you (Fuck you), fuck you very, very much
'Cause your aim’s misguided
Need to be enlightened
You are just so out of touch

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you

You say, you think you need to go to war, well, nobody wants one
'Cause it's people like you that need to get slew
We all want you to do one

Fuck you (Fuck you), fuck you very, very much
'Cause we hate what you do
And so does your whole crew
And no-one thinks you are butch

Fuck you (Fuck you), fuck you very, very much
'Cause your aim’s misguided
Need to be enlightened
You are just so out of touch

Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you

Monday, 28 February 2022

From The Mind of Merc - Today

Sometimes I find my mind wandering over various eclectic topics and occasionally I am inspired to write some of them down. Today I was thinking about... well, today.

They say a picture's worth 1000 words and I think this picture I found online speaks volumes:



Wednesday, 21 September 2016

Mars sketch - Mercorabilia

I'm sure the similarities between the names of the red planet and a popular brand of chocolate bar have been remarked upon before but what if they actually caused more than a bit of trouble...

Soldier: Your imperial majesty – we have returned.
King: So I see.
Soldier: We have travelled far and long on the quest which you did assign to us and we are joyful that we are able to say we were successful.
King: Oh, good.
Soldier: Your task was not an easy one to complete...
King: Wasn’t it?
Soldier: By no means. And many men died in the attempt.
King: Oh, dear.
Soldier: But none the less we have triumphed. I have brought you – Mars!
King: Really?
Soldier: Yes. And I present it to you. Here!
King: What is this?
Soldier: A deed of ownership, my lord. Given to me by the Galatic Council of that great planet affording the rights and title of ruler of Mars to you.
King: Right. <pause> I think there might have been some mistake.
Soldier: What do you mean, your majesty?
King: Well, when I said I wanted you to bring me Mars...
Soldier: Yes?
King: I actually wanted a chocolate bar.
Soldier: (after a pause) A chocolate bar?
King: Yes.
Soldier: You mean we have spent countless hours and lost many men simply because you had a sugar craving?
King: It would seem so.
Soldier: Right.
<pause>
King: Do you think they have Mars bars on Mars?
Soldier: I would presume so, your highness.
King: Excellent. Well, carry on.
Soldier: What about the men, sire? Surely they deserve some reward for their endeavour.
King: Ah, yes - the men. Umm, well, tell them they can have the rest of the week off and, um, a Mars bar for each of them, I think
Soldier: A Mars bar.
King: Yes. Is that a problem?
Soldier: Well, there is just one thing, sir.
King: Yes?
Soldier: I actually prefer Snickers