Although I could not give 2 flying fiddlers fucks about the glorified invitational non ranking exhibition that is the Premier League, I will however take this opportunity to remind people how the PDC make the shit up as they go along, then choose whoever they like even if their selections contradict everything they had said previously. You only have to look how Twat Porter would just put the Human Pick Axe in to Ally Pally after the Honey Monster, a far better player overtook her and claimed the spot. This week the PDC decided that the earphones Price wore are no longer allowed even though they broke no rule at the time. Imagine that, the PDC just changing the rules when it suits them.
After the release of the PL line up Twat Porter and the PDC quickly released a video that was so insincere it was like a fucking hostage video, fully aware of the backlash that would be coming from some fans, and there was no shortage of crying from the players left out either.
It sure seems ridiculous that Danny Noppert and Ross Smith who both not only won TV titles in 2022, but ranking titles at that and showed they could handle the pressure of crossing the winning line, but both players did so against the player who would win the world championships and Grand Slam of Darts. Somehow that does not get them in. Yet Aspinall who losrt to smith in a final got in.
Yet Aspinall, Dimitri and Clayton won nothing in the entire year of 2022 get in, Why them ? Dobey got in for winning a non ranking title, but winning a ranking title against the current World champion gets you nothing. How is that fair on those that won ranking titles. In the video Twat Porter claimed it was so difficult to narrow it down with just 8 places on offer, but it was his decision to reduce it to 8 in the first place so he can get fucked if he thinks that will garner him any sympathy from anyone not deluded enough to swallow his bullshit.
As it stands there are 7 games played every PL night, so technically they could have even 14 players in the PL and it would still be only 7 games, but then I could not care about the format, the players etc just the double standards shown yet again by this pretentious twat.
On the plus side I found it funny the day after Fluke Humphries was left out and he had a moan, the PDC were tweeting how he was the 2022 pro tour player of the year, and how Ross Smiths title win was "an incredible display" but obviously not incredible enough to get him in the PL ahead of cunts that won nothing the same year.The timing of those tweet were priceless.
I did read some comments how Ross Smith and Noppert had no character and it was about entertainment, there was me thinking it was about darts, ability, backbone, mental resolve etc, seems I was wrong. So lets say for arguments sake its not about titles, ability, etc but entertaining pissed up pricks in fancy dress, who sing ridiculous football chants whilst throwing beer at each other, I am trying to figure out what exactly is entertaining about a little taffy pit pony pointing at a camera, or a Belgian twink dancing like a spastic whilst screaming like a down syndrome cunt down a microphone. The Belgian prick obviously has not grasped that microphones were invented so people could speak normally and not have to shout.As for Aspinall, who reminds me of a pigeon the way he walks, left leg, right shoulder, he reminds me of one of those malnutritioned hoodie wearing chavs on a housing estate, Where is the entertainment factor in these ?
Speaking of so called "character" that bad loser, rubber lipped hunchback cunt MvG decided to to take more digs at Rob Cross yet again. Hunchback has never gotten over Cross beating him in the 2018 World championship. Then this is not the first player the prick has moaned about, he insulted Noppert and De sousa last year,and the more he loses the more bitter he gets. A vile horrible cunt. How long before he starts insulting Bellyboy who wiped the smirk of his mongo looking features in the World final he was convinced he was going to win ?
The audacity of this Dutch quazimodo to speak of anyone's "character" is something else. He referred to Cross as "creepy". This from a cunt who tried to fuck a Bradford skank whilst his wife Daphne was back home in Holland pregnant with his child, and he questions others "character". He also called Cross boring, so it begs the question what constitutes entertaining. Cross is not the slowest thrower, should he dress like a clown, or point at a camera, scream in a microphone, start doing fist pumps or wearing headphones ? Maybe its just me, but I watch darts to see....wait for it, quality darts.
I love reading on social media and forums etc how no one ever reads my blog, which has views in the 7 figures, guess they all landed on it "by accident", or how no one pays any attention to my tweets, yet I had to block countless people who stalk me on twitter and mention me endlessly on forums in an effort to get traffic. I posted this on twitter.
And sure enough the following day
Seriously though, look at picture I posted and the amount of obesity in it. The next time someone mentions how the world is suffering from a food shortage, just remember its people like this that are to blame. If you are offended by this and think its fat shaming then you are most likely a fat bastard too. Go have a jog til your heart packs in or you lose the weight.
Speaking of the Dutch Open. saw none of it, would rather get a hand job of Edward Scissorhands than watch that shit, but did laugh when I read on twitter that Youtube booted the stream of the air for violations. That made me laugh out loud. Still if the WDF are too stupid and ignorant to be able to follow the rules they deserve to be punished like anyone else.I suspect the global audience of 63 people one dog and a budgie were none too pleased though.
Last week those simpletons who obsess about me on forums I do not post on were crying because I never mentioned Pinocchio in Modus on the Friday night and only mentioned her failure on the Thursday, and the reason is a very simple one, I was not watching that shit on Friday or never knew the results as I was ...wait for it...I was watching proper darts with proper players in the PDC Masters. Who in their right mind would watch that Modus shit when there is PDC on, besides degenerate gamblers and brain washed simpletons ?
I did check the results after the PDC darts finished late on the Saturday night to see who won the final only to see Pinocchio had failed yet again. What a surprise. Is there any event or competition she has not failed in, failed multiple times in Q-school, failed in Modus, failing on the Challenge tour, failed at Ally Pally, and even failed against other munters where she has never won a single munters World Championships, failed in all the world series events, failure after failure.
The Modus final was won by ex PDC player John Henderson who qualified for this weeks Champion of champions.
He would line up with the other previous weeks winners, and battle it out for the Champions of champions....well except 2 of those that had previously qualified, Graham Usher and Adam Warner both won PDC tour cards so were not allowed play and it meant 2 spots were available. Modus announced the the next best player on performances was Scott Walters......but instead of inviting the second best player on performances they just invited Spineless Adams. What a surprise, like Neil duff he has been given countless chances to qualify and each time failed, so now they put him in Champions of Champions. They must think that this decrepit old bitter prick is a "draw" Then this is the org that tried to hoodwink people that Gary Jobson, Tony O'Shea etc "still got it"...got what ? A drink problem ? a missing backbone ?...away ta fuck.
In his first game the hypocrite spineless lying fucker Adams lost 4-0 and averaged in the 60s, by the end of the session the most over rated cunt in the history of the game was bottom of the table with a minus 9 leg difference., and by the time the group finished earlier today he failed to get out of the group. Watch him be invited back over and over.They can give him the invites, put him in comps, just like the PDC do with Pinocchio, but in the end if you lack the talent, ability etc, you will lose and is that what they do. This is not a complex thing to understand.
Did not watch it live, went to the pub instead, although did catch up with the matches on youtube but that sucks as you know by the length of the video or time remaining in the clips how the final results will turn out. Good for Dobey to wipe the smirk of the rubber looking face Dutch mongo. Looking at the stats, was a high quality by most players except Price who had the lowest average of 91.
The biggest talking point was abut the clip I saw on twitter of people fighting in the crowd. Nice of them to stop throwing beer at each other and singing retarded chants to get themselves some exercise.
Lastly, from the forum I post this was posted and it was too funny not to report on here, still I am sure it will upset some and no doubt cause more crying about the blog elsewhere as usual
Let's get the show on the road. My pick for KOTW is that fucking cockney wet wipe Twat Porter.
Since
uncle Bazza retired Eddie Hearn has given this pudding carte Blanche
running the professional game and he's done nothing but install his
mantra of "THE DEEPER YOU RIM, THE MORE INVITED TOURNAMENTS I'LL PUT YOU
IN". I'm sick of the sight of his "clique" sucking away on his colon
like a fucking starving Ethiopian on a Cornetto in the hope of bagging
world series or PL spots.
Let's have it right, I'd rather have Ian
Huntley bath the kids than watch Marc Almond tribute act Danny Noppert
mincing up and down my television screen of a Thursday evening not to
mention Luke Scumphries and that smug look of his you'd like to wipe off
with sulphuric acid, and don't even get me started on Dross Smith, a
man so devoid of any entertainment level I feel like booking myself in
for a flu jab off Harold Shipman everytime I see the boring bastard
clogging up my screen.
That aside this trio of tripe have actually
won something in the last twelve months unlike the arse felching
bastards that have stolen their rightful PL spots.
1. Jonny Clayton,
the pot bellied plasterer with a nose like a washed up boxer that's
lost more fights than Dave boy Green trying to keep his fat missus out
of the fridge. Clayton offers nothing but his "180 point at the camera"
shtick and fuck all else barring the fact he can roll his tongue that
far up Porters dirtbox he can almost shine Sherrock's shoes.
2.
Barbara van den Bergh, what has blonde Eddie Munster won other than a
Matchplay in a fucking empty room that long ago Madeline McCann was
still sleeping in her own bed. The only reason this little faggot got
the call up is because he trots to the stage like a good little boy then
proceeds to dance like a photosensitive epileptic with a angry wasp in
it's shoe. Too be fair I'm surprised he's got time to play on a Thursday
as he's busy slotting the PDC's in house spunk bucket behind his
partners back as of late.
3. Nathan Chavspinall, he whose daughter
got her teeth left in the Will by Jack from On The Buses is only in
there due to the fact he looks like the poster boy for the
reintroduction of the Jeremy Kyle show with his Robbie Green tattoos and
Mr Brightside walk on tune that has yer modern day scum darts fans
rushing out of the arena to hoover up a line of Columbia's finest,
before returning to their seats to chuck pints of piss over the buckled
up wheelchair bound human draught excluders parked up at the front of
the stage.
Even Vincent van den Voort has spoken up about Porters
posse of prostate lickers, tongue punching his fartbox that hard it
almost makes Michael Barrymore jump into a pair of Speedo's and roll the
tarpaulin cover of his swimming pool so it does.
Mind, it could've
been worse had Porter invited his favourite female show pony, a woman
with a nose that large her nostrils are in two separate postcodes....or
worse still Ray van Barneveld with his latest hair transplant that looks
like a swimming cap that was cobbled up from the scalps of three former
boyfriends by Jeffrey Dahmer.
