Warning this post contains Linehan.

                                                             One of the many strange things about Gra Gra Linehan taking up cudgels as a cowardly anti-trans crusader is that he is simultaneously both a man and a total cunt. Genetically genitally it doesn’t make any more sense than his claim to be human.

In a voice that sounds like a cross between fingernails on a blackboard and styrofoam packing being rubbed together, he blathers on about being a victim while attacking a tiny minority he typifies as a creation of the middle class. He has the incredulity making ignorance, (in one recent example), to do this from the broadcast offices of “The Spectator”. Their office will only accept  panelling made from endangered teak that destroys 7 or 8 endangered eco-systems as it is logged. No tatty veneer panelling at “The Spectator”. Linehan’s victims are actually preponderantly working class and of colour. You know the kind: those who are murdered in the hate crimes G.G. and his cohorts fuel and condone.

As a dung beetle would make better dinner party company than G.G. he fits right in at “The Speculator” with its attack dogs tactics  delivered in generally quiet and unctuous tones. Of course it’s solely used to misdirect attention away from their old school tie Bretheren butt fucking the economy.

And, no, they’re not butt fucking it squealing with delight Queer style : they’re ravaging the last of its arse in an angry raping het stuck for life in a prison cell with Dougie kind of way.