The Auld Git’s Blog

Apparently, some think the death (at long last) of super conman Yves St Laurent is something to be mourned – well, there’s no accounting for how some people’s brain’s are wired.

One of the most amazing things that this story brought to light (well, for me anyway, since I run a mile whenever anyone mention the old crook) was that he was nicknamed The Pied Piper. Unbelievably, the reason for this name arose from women themselves, who appeared to pleased to have this term follow their desire to follow whatever decree the conman issued from his millionaire’s mansion, dependent upon, and funded by their mindless desire to obey his commands.

Whatever happened to brains, the feminists, and even that old stand-by, Political Correctness?

You’d have thought that the very hint of the Pied Piper nickname being associated with brainless, unthinking women – would that be BIMBOs then – would have been enough to have them picketing every shop that that sold over-priced rubbish with an Yves St Laurent label stuck on it, rather than waiting like bitches on heat for the next crumb he was to throw.

The sad thing is that he founded a dynasty, so this rubbish will not die with him, and the Bimbos will continue their mindless worship at the altar of the holy Designer Label.