16 November 2007
Gimlet Kamm finally loses it.
Has Ollie "Gimlet" Kamm lost the fucking plot? I call him Gimlet, by the way, because a gimlet is a small device used to make holes in wood - a small boring tool in other words. The reason why I ask is that a month ago the readers of this here blog decided that Gimlet was thick as pig shit. Now, evidence is emerging that the short-arsed little fucker is also an insecure social cripple of the first order.
Consider the evidence. This constant harping on about a supposed great victory that Gimlet won against the blogger Neil Clark. The harping was always tedious, but has now become obsessive, even by Gimlet's standards. "Look at me," Gimlet seems to be saying. "Aren't I important?" No, Gimlet, you are not. You are the same now as you were at Oxford: a sad, pathetic little social cripple that nobody wanted anything to do with.
Younger readers will probably have never heard of the Oxford and County Secretarial College, but it was famous as a provider of easy shags to generations of students. The Ox & Cow, to use its colloquial name, ran drinks parties to which just about any male student who wanted to go could get an invitation. Any male student but Gimlet Kamm, that is.
Poor Gimlet just couldn't understand why he didn't get invited. Gimlet, the truth can now be told: it was because you were regarded as a short-arsed little fucker that nobody wanted anywhere near them.
What was true of the Ox & Cow was also true of Apollo, the university's very own Freemasonry lodge, which Gimlet also tried to hack his way into. Gimlet, what can I say? You don't hack Apollo - if they had wanted you then you would have been invited to join. Nobody did, Gimlet, nobody did.
Having failed to make his mark at Oxford, Gimlet then re-emerged a generation later as an advocate of globalist expansionism. Well, that's been a great success, hasn't it?
Then Gimlet started screaming that Britain should accept the two-legged cockroaches that collaborated with imperialism in Iraq. As I write these words those same collaborators are hiding out like so many sewer rats, terrified of the vengeance that they will face when the last Anglo-American occupier finally abandons the country that they betrayed.
Is this why Gimlet feels the need to constantly harp on about Neil Clark? Is it because the whole of his pathetic existence has been one failure after another? No friends and no shags at Oxford for our Gimlet; and every cause that he has ever supported has turned into a disaster for him and a laugh a minute for the rest of us.
What a pathetic little cockroach he is.