Atherstone Ball Game
The Roast Of Count Dankula. Join in on roasting your favourite pug training degenerate as he he mercilessly gets roast by fellow comedians and loved ones
Karl Koch
Ruby Ridge
Spymaster Garbo
The Quebec Biker War
The Merchant Of Death
Darth Jones
Mad Mike Hoare
JStark
Peter Tobin
The Booty Warrior
Boudica
Adrian Carton de Wiart
Tony Kiritsis
The Nuclear Boy Scout
Yakub
Count Dante & The Dojo Wars
Mad Mike Hughes
Steven Seagal
The Schizophrenic Dictator, Francisco Nguema
The Barefoot Bandit
Guy Fawkes
Terry A. Davis
The Fake Soldier, Tora Bora Jack
The Gurkhas
Michael David Edwards, aka "Eddie The Eagle"
The Ice Man
Fray Tormenta, the Mexican priest who turned to the colorful, brutal, and acrobatic world of Lucha Libre to raise money for his orphanage.
Even in the halcyon days before terrorism just became part and parcel of living in a big city, New York wasn't immune to the odd bombing campaign. And in the 40s and 50s, the city that never sleeps was stricken with a nightmare that wouldn't end. No matter how hard the boys in blue tried, they just couldn't find any leads to the criminal mastermind who was leaving them such banging presents. But, little did anyone know that a champion would emerge and take him on in a battle of wits for the ages. And the secret? Well, he was just one of the first people to realize that in order to catch a criminal, you have to think like a criminal. The Sherlock Holmes of Greenwich Village versus, the Mad Bomber
The following content is scheduled for 1 hour, and it is for: the Father's Day special! Introducing first from Cokeridge, Scotland, weighing in at 200 lbs; the Goliath of Gregs, the Pugilist, Count Dankula! And his subject from Montreal, Quebec, Canada, weighing in at 229 lbs; the father of the year, Chris Benoit.
Are you ready to exchange your exhausting independence for proper family values? Matching tunics, flawless blonde hair, and eternal enlightenment laced with just the faintest touch of recreational chemistry. Come and join us, brother. We're all one big, happy family.
A single man can build a legacy so enduring that everyone wants to copy and imitate it. Like Caesar, Napoleon, or that one moustache man that I can never do a video on because I'm already treading on extremely thin ice as it is. Today's man is indeed one such figure. And like all of his aforementioned peers, he is actually black. As a matter of fact, he is an incredibly important black man that literally built the foundations that the New World brothers established their identities on. He preceded and inspired the likes of Malcolm X, and that one Martin guy that struggle snuggled a woman and then got assassinated by the FBI, but that, is a story for another time. Our man of the hour is nothing less than the architect of the modern black nation. He is: the black Maddi, the Melanated Moses, the African Napoleon, the, probably, most racist man in history. He is, Marcus Garvey.
Today's man of the hour was a pilot who was actually good. And he was not only just a junkie, you know, being rather fond of a certain schnaf, but also a spook. Managing to become both a DEA informant and the personal pilot of none other than Pablo Escobar himself, and was a key figurehead in making some of Pablo Escobar's "deliveries". Indeed, today's video is about none other than Barry Seal.
We tend to give journalists a very bad rep on this channel. This is for a number of reasons. The main one being that they deserve it. Now, we don't have time to relitigate the entire catalog of the sins of those dirty, dirty smear merchants. But I know what they've done, you know what they've done, and they know what they've done. But what if I told you that there was once a *good* journalist? A loose cannon perhaps, but one that got results. A good journalist who stopped at nothing to get to the truth, no matter the cost. Well, when you're reporting on the actions of the CIA, the costs can be pretty fatal. Gary Webb.
It is impossible to deny that western philosophy began with Socrates and his pioneering work in asking "Why?" so incessantly that he was executed for being annoying. Then Plato took up the mantle by writing down his arguments with the shampoo bottles and casting one of them as his old mentor. And the most important thing that he ever produced was Aristotle, who was so right about literally everything that western philosophy from that point onward had basically been an exercise in either expanding on his work or trying in vain to prove him wrong. But there was another a philosopher who instead of absorbing himself in the work of his contemporaries decided to pick up where Socrates left off... By being even more annoying. Dioynes of Senop, also known as Dioynes the Cynic.
So you think you're a tough guy? Well today, I have a yarn to spin to you about a man who really loves a good scrap. He is an accomplished cartoonist with a penchant for getting into fights with just about anyone that he can get his hands on... or in. With things like the law or morality acting as mere delays at most. Picking fights even within prison, just for the love of the game. No other motivation needed. Alongside such achievements, he is also rather fond of hostage taking and threatening cannibalism to boot. His favorite pastime is randomly assaulting prison guards and even wardens just because. A man who has been in prison for almost his entire life, with half of that prison time spent in solitary confinement. Britain's most dangerous prisoner, Charlie Bronson.
Do you want to learn about the real Superman? The symbol of justice and truth that benevolently guides humanity through the darkness below towards a peaceful and opulent future, whilst wearing a pretty tight red beret in the process? Of course you do, because after all, I know you so well. It's almost like we have a deep unspoken connection with each other. I just knew that you would be into the life of justice and massive swag just like me. That's why I've started to watch you while you sleep. You know that I've been doing that, don't you? You really need to sort out that snoring, my guy. I think you might have sleep apnnea. It is pretty cute when you start mumbling my name though. Ahaha. It's almost like you know that I'm there whilst you slobber on your stained comfort pillow and scratch your ass through your skid marked Superman briefs. It makes me really happy that I'm one of your... guardian angels.
Wallahi my brothers. Now we all know the Middle East as a region is known for being somewhat... eccentric. With it being the cradle for civilization and all that, you would expect them to be beacons of high society, and a shining example of proper form and etiquette. Well, it turns out no, actually, the Middle East hasn't been like that since around the 600s. Wonder what happened there... But anyway, instead it's become a quagmire of political, theological, and geographic conflicts that we all know and roll our eyes at. Now, with Middle Eastern affairs being as infamously volatile as you all well know, you could only imagine how ridiculous their respective television networks would be by extension. And today we're going to cover everyone's favorite. The one that has brought us the best quotes and memes from the other side of the Levant: MEMRI TV.
Now I famously love tigers. When I was a little child man, I loved to gawk at Tigger whilst I ate my milk-free cereal, which was Frosties of course. But it was when I was sitting there the other day sucking the sugar off of the yucky corn bits that I had something of an epiphany: Modern banditry is basically extinct, and that annoys me deeply. Like sure, we still sort of have pirates, but they're kind of lame... and Somalian. Bandits however, are just straight up gone. Modernity has ruined the noble art of the vandal, with the next best thing coming in the form of the modern road man or vagrant youth, which just doesn't have the sauce, and that's utterly unacceptable. So, I decided to knuckle down and teach you boys and boy girls about the last great... okay, maybe great isn't the best choice of words, but the last true bandit king who may have done some very bad things and the former Yugoslavia. And you know what the best part is? He has tigers.
We all have dreams and aspirations. That little spark in life that keeps us going and keeps us awake at night. Some keep it simple, like wanting to open their own business or start a family. Others dream bigger, wanting to leave their mark on history and explore the mysteries of the universe. But there are a chosen few. The brave, the bold, the "it seemed like a good idea at the time" type of person. The people that are responsible for the existence of warning labels. But occasionally they are also the reason that we have legends. Because every once in a while, one of these Walking Darwin awards commits to a dream so hard, no matter how stupid or physics defying, that you can't help but admire the absolute idiocy that they're willing to endure, just to see their childhood fantasy come true. After all, you don't need much to reach for the sky. Apparently, all you need is a bunch of balloons and something to sit on.
Happy new year, boys. You got your resolutions locked in? Good, because I've got one more for you to take seriously once you conveniently "lose" your gym membership cards and start coping that it's just a dirty bulk. We are now in 2026, and to survive the present, it's often worth looking into the facts and logic that epically owned the feminists of the past. And before we start, no you stupid chud, you cannot fix her. She's a schizophrenic radfam art hole who shot Andy Warhol.
Sometimes life gives you a real gut punch. The kind that stings for life. No drama, no music, just pain. And yes, I'm talking about being born in Mexico. But imagine alongside that, your daughter gets kidnapped by one of the most violent cartel gangs in the region. The police are just a background decoration and the government even more so. Are you supposed to just shut up, accept it, and just move on? Nope. You have your Liam Neeson Taken moment and you hunt the fuckers down. Except in this case it wasn't the girl's father. It was her mother. She changed her identity, collected names, and started hunting them down one by one. No training, backup, or plot armor. Just a mother that decided she wanted revenge. And I'm going to warn you now, this is not a feel-good story. There is no happy ending. And like we've had to say a good number of times on this channel, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Even more so when it's the wrath of a vengeful mother with nothing left to lose.
With all of that drone nonsense, bureaucratized rules of engagement getting people mutilated and killed when they could have fairly easily gotten through otherwise, warfare becoming unbearably fake and gay, and the general abolition of the warrior spirit, there is a lot more to process than ever, which is really hard to do when instead of having a nice long march home, a redeye flight will get you from hell on earth to your house within just a few hours. It's no wonder that the common soldier gets spiritually hotel Californiaiforned by war these days. But that's not what we're talking about today. Because we're not talking about the war never ending on a spiritual level. Nor am I referring to an underground abstract some of us never stopped fighting lost cause sentiment or the masculine desire to become a citizen of outer heaven. Nope. It's much dumber than that. This soldier literally never stopped fighting because he didn't know that the war had actually ended decades ago.
The Second World War is overdone. This is obvious if you've tried to watch any war film over the last 70 years. As despite the fact that it was obviously incredibly important, and still sadly shapes the socopolitical paradigm that we find ourselves in, it's also become incredibly stale. After all, how many times are we going to watch the exact same movie about Googa Johnny Yank, who is lore dumped to be a Jew and/or Polish "person", malinger around the Western Front, spout off some thinly veiled contemporary politics before partaking in a stupidly over-the-top power fantasy, because Googa Johnny Yank is a pretty cool guy that doesn't afraid of anything. Childish ranting about Hollywood aside, today we will be covering the exploits of a man who will need no introduction if you're a Nordie of the Paisley persuasion. A plucky patty who pounded Jerry German across North Africa and was one of the de facto founding fathers of contemporary special forces doctrine. The McMarauder Paddy Mayne.
I recently talked about a comedian who pulled the ladder up behind him and sucks so much now that he deserves no respect. And while I certainly had a lot of fun making that video, it wouldn't be too good for my sanity to be going for hate clicks long term, especially since we're all ultimately here for a laugh. So, let's keep the mood light by talking about arguably the best stand-up comedian to ever do it. One of the funniest men of all time who also got no respect. Rodney Dangerfield.
We are back once again to talk about everyone's second favorite German, somebody who is probably one of the biggest lolcows to ever walk this earth. Now, I usually wait until something major has happened before I make a video about this guy, and there has definitely been some very major and interesting developments since we last spoke about the ogre of Alt Showerberg. The man is now a wanderer, hopping from place to place and getting up to all kinds of hijinks in his travels. Hijinks of his own making because he is now getting recognized in the street and people are now just trolling him in public. Now, it's been a good long while since we last spoke about this gentleman, and a lot of stuff has happened since then, but I'll do my very best to try and cover everything. Some of it is hilarious. Some of it is very sad. And some of it, well, let's just say that this story has gotten pretty dark. Dragon Lord.
Now, I don't know about you, but I am quite the hip-hop connoisseur, being rather partial to the urban jives of the rap game that we find ourselves in nowadays. However, having said that, I've never really dabbled in the lyrical, spiritual, miracle individual. I was a lot more of a mosher growing up, to tell you the truth. Never ever managed to get myself a record deal. Though I could cut a hell of a promo. What the hell am I talking about? What the hell do these random things all have in common? Did you say record deal, rapping, promo, like in 40 seconds wrestling? Yes, I did. And all of these things, weirdly enough, have a common denominator. Cyrax.
Evola believed that a nation's myths can often tell you much more about them than their actual real history. The stories that they tell provide invaluable insights into how they see themselves and their sense of time and place in the world. Through myth one could glean a people's identity, their values, their enemies and fears, and their collective ambitions. Here in Britain, we already have a couple of own myths from both our Germanic and Romantic heritage. But there is a myth maker who was apocryphily said to have set out to create a mythology for England. And in this modern world that we unfortunately find ourselves in, its chief themes of nostalgia and entropy resonated to the tune of well over 100 million copies sold. And an entire genre as we know it shaped in its image. All because with the idle stroke of a pen, one author revolted against the modern world by reminding the English people of who they are. In a hole in the ground, there lived a hobbit. Professor J.R.R. Tolkien.
I have started a new spin off series to Absolute Mad Lads, for Mad Lads whose stories are too short to be in a main feature video. Mini Mad Lads - Episode 1.