If nothing else, I’m enjoying the cathartic rage sarcasm cropping up everywhere on this site.

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There’s also the problem that it’s just not particularly funny. Jokes that punch down on minorities are always shit. Even ‘ironically’ they’re usually shit. It’s uncreative, it’s the lowest common denominator and it also tells me the people thigh-slapping their way through the comedian’s set are idiots at best, straight-up racist at worst. Given the context this set took place in, I think we can safely assume the latter here.

Bollocks, well played.

Unless you’re a Mormon, then this is lies

Very true. There’s also the issue of giving birth. Women would have to be spun around like salad in a spinner in order to simulate Earth gravity but I imagine that’s a perk for Elon.

The reason you’re not ever living on Mars is that it has no magnetosphere. Good fucking luck surviving any length of time with constant ionising radiation slapping the shit out of your DNA. This fact alone should have shut down any discussion of feasibility about colonising Mars.

Although it does make the three-titted chick from Total Recall way more realistic.

Where did the trans stuff even come from, my dude? No mentioned it until you - weirdly - brought it up.

What? Ah, nevermind, I got you. Fairy fucks

Good grief, that might be the worst customer service job I’ve ever heard of. I’ve worked Sainsbury’s ‘head office’ - which was just the outsourced customer service centre for people who phone store chains to complain about cucumbers - and that was bad enough, but at least I got some good stories out of it (“My watermelon has exploded and I’m afraid of the second one. Can a man come round and take it away?” First ever call).

You were getting Mail readers who are already a self-selecting group of thick cunts and you were getting the worst of them. Jesus Christ, that must have been rough. So, so happy for you that you’re out of that, I can’t imagine what that would do to someone’s mental health!

A fellow wonk, I see. “They burn to the fucking ground, Eddie”

They would just claim it was to ‘make the them look bad’ or something similar. That’s the beauty of bullshit; it’s like a perpetual avalanche. It’s overwhelming and incredibly difficult to counter.

No worries man! Yeah, they're fantastic

You might be interested in subvertising which actively works to reclaim the spaces invaded by advertising.

One could, in theory, download the posters and put them up over the relentlessly shite, unasked for adverts that permeate every part of your city. One could even buy a key which opens certain advert spaces - such as bus stops - and replace them with any image of your choosing. Obviously this is illegal and no one would ever do this, however, I assume wearing a hi-vis vest and beanie hat would work surprisingly well when not doing this illicit activity. Also, complain about the hourly rates if questioned and you'll absolutely be left alone.