MG Midget Offends Whingeing Dwarf

In today's 'Let's Kick Some Paranoid Psychotic Ass' nasty news roundup we bring our readers the latest and greatest virtue-signalling gossip topic: Socio-Political Correctness Sleaze' – a timely scandalous exposé of fragile sensibilities ‘victim’ hypocrisy from Anarchy Central’s 24/7 Truth & Rumour Mill – publishing, as always, 'ring of the anvil' dispatches hand-forged, crafted and tempered into razor-edged bespoke satire and parody to sate the palates of all budding anti-authoritarian non-conformists, proto-nihilists and those eclectic career radical, pro-justice, anarchist revolutionaries who carry the immortal genetic Rh-Neg recusant bloodline of the rebel sons of Belial - and harbour zero respect or empathy for the privilege-abusing and humourless authoritarian 0:01% predatory paedo' elitist Masonic-Satanist oligarchy – aka the Deep State Sabbatean death cult Corporatocracy - cursed by their exaggerated sense of entitlement and greed – who, imprudently, have deluded themselves into believing they rule this world, and all upon its once-pristine mantle.

A veritable legion of pub club drinkers are fighting back against the ‘numpty dumpty’ nonsense plans to rename their beloved boozer - a knee jerk political correctness response from the Greene King brewery - to a wave of complaints emanating from some insignificant university lecturer on a holier-than-thou, self-gratifying morality mission – in the wake of the individual personally labelling the pub’s name as offensive to their singular narcissist – and stunted – fragile sensibilities – and in the process thus displaying their total ignorance of Britain’s iconic sports car history.

Last week pub chain owners, Greene King, informed a gaggle of gutter press hacks that a popular watering hole - ‘The Midget’ pub in Abingdon, Oxfordshire - was to be rebranded following complaints from some androgynous lecturer - who claimed to be affected with dwarfism - labelled its name as ‘disablist hate speech’ – and in the true paranoid, psychotic fashion that affects the egocentric, was convinced the pub name was designed to malign them personally - along with others affected with dwarfism – such as elves, pixies, and leprechauns.

Conversely, while Greene King have announced that to pacify this complainant’s grievance, ‘The Midget’ pub would be rebranded with some name deemed less offensive to humourless, ‘victim fixated’ paranoid personalities, they made zero reference of name change plans for other pubs in the Oxfordshire area – specifically those with monikers that might also be deemed equally offensive to the ears of certain like-minded psychotic individuals or social groups – specifically the Old Blind Git, or the Cripple’s Rest.

Ergo, focusing on the originator of this brouhaha - Liverpool Hope University's senior serial complainant, Dr Erin Pritchard, a lecturer in disability studies – (and the application of unqualified arrogance to achieve one’s goals) - kick started a petition in January, stating for the public record that: "I have dwarfism and like the majority of people with dwarfism affecting their sense of humour glands, I find the term midget offensive – regardless of the blatant fact that the pub was named after a classic British sports car - whose name is preceded by the letters MG – and the bar’s interior is plastered with framed photos of the MG Midget car’s 18 year production range history."

Hmmm, a pertinent question to pose to this so-offended ‘dwarf’ - the androgynous Dr Erin Pritchard, is if he / she, being situated in Scouseland, actually took note of the ‘so derogatory’ – and offensive (to her eyes) pub sign – displaying a piccy of the MG Midget sports car – (production 1961 to 1979) when calling in for a refreshing pint of Old Gimp bitter – or has the pub and name been simply pointed out to her as an online-viewed discriminatory slur that might be worth taking a negative response issue with via a public social media forum – and drum up some monetary compo’ – or just stir the shit, out of deranged spite?

Contrastingly, while the MG Midget was a most popular mid-range priced sports car for full size adults, it was not favoured by namesake ‘midgets’ – or dwarves themselves - as they could not reach the pedals – nor see over the dash board, if seated to drive.

Perhaps this might be the subconscious offending fact that this Pritchard character takes issue with – as MG failed to manufacture a disabled-friendly size of Midget - approximate to the dimensions of a child's pedal car – to thus accommodate their diminutive physical height limitations.

To wit, Pritchard’s ridiculous name-change petition has been met with fury from Abingdon locals, as legions of beer-swilling patrons fight back against the latest asinine woke joke DEI / ‘I’m Offended’ complaint from Victims Anonymous - to rebrand a pub deemed – in their minds only - to have an offensive name – all wholly ignorant to the fact that the pub, which opened in 1974, is named after the MG Midget, the pre-mentioned, iconic mini sports car - which was manufactured right there – on the Abingdon doorstep.

In an effort of compliance – and to placate both sides – specifically the boozers - Greene King primarily rebranded The Midget pub to The Roaring Raindrop - as a tribute to another MG car - the EX 181 - but local residents and pub patrons have fought back, demanding The Midget's original name be maintained – with their collective Xmas message to any and all emotionally-unstable dwarfs - to go fuck themselves.

But this is the life of Dr ‘Petty’ Pritchard – a notorious whingeing twat, all-round dog wanker, and serial complainant who, in the past, focused their warped egocentricity to successfully harass Marks & Sparks to rename their Midget Gems children’s candy product to ‘Mini Gems’ – and gained their subservient compliance due commitment to being an inclusive retailer that did not wish to upset anyone – especially potential money-spending customers - regardless of how utterly ridiculous the paranoid ‘dwarf cult’ demands.

The perennially-offended Pritchard, who is affected by the stunted growth condition of achondroplasia, harangued supermarkets and confectionery makers about changing the name of the sweet, raising concerns the use of the term midget had its roots in Victorian era freak shows – which she might well have been exhibited in one - billed as the 'Poison Dwarf' - had she lived in those dark days of yore.

Hmmm, talk about so-called ‘dehumanising remarks’ indeed - all in the eye and mind of the beholder, so thanks be to fuck that MG never produced a car named 'The Hobbit', or the complaints shit would really be hitting the fandango.

One ponders on the reaction to this virtue-signalling hysteria from the Army’s legions of thirsty paratroopers who frequented The Midget’s saloon bar over the years – from their nearby Dalton Barracks free fall training centre, located on the former RAF Abingdon base.

To close, The Midget’s landlady, Mandy Fuckingham, had this response for salivating press hacks: “This complaint is obviously, to all intents and purposes of interpretation, an individual who is psychotically obsessed, and to a paranoid degree, with their lack of vertical stature.”

“People don't come into the pub and think the name refers to a person or circus midgets - or fairy tale dwarves – 'cos there's a huge effin’ sign with a painting of the MG Midget on it as you drive into the car park – and the walls of our pub are plastered with photos of the Abingdon factory's entire MG motors range.”

Editor's note to the offended: advise y'all log onto the url below to view The Midget pub and MG range car piccies x 3.

https://www.gbnews.com/news/midget-pub-ridiculous-woke-plans-rename-offensive-oxfordshire

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World Gone Mad: Latest Edition

In today's 'Let's Kick Some Establishment Ass' nasty news roundup we bring our readers the latest and greatest hot gossip topic: Political Sleaze' – a timely scandalous exposé of 'cross party political hypocrisy' from Anarchy Central’s 24/7 Truth & Rumour Mill – publishing, as always, 'ring of the anvil' dispatches hand-forged, crafted and tempered into razor-edged bespoke satire and parody to sate the palates of all budding anti-authoritarian non-conformists, proto-nihilists and those eclectic career radical, pro-justice, anarchist revolutionaries who carry the immortal genetic Rh-Neg recusant bloodline of the rebel sons of Belial - and harbour zero respect or empathy for the privilege-abusing arrogant authoritarian 0:01% predatory paedo' elitist Masonic-Satanist oligarchy – aka the Deep State Sabbatean death cult Corporatocracy - cursed by their exaggerated sense of entitlement and greed – who, imprudently, have deluded themselves into believing they rule this world, and all upon its once-pristine mantle.

Bearing zero reflection on the “Oh no, not Trump again!” - results of this week’s US Presidential election, the nation’s Sunshite state of California is in mourning.

Well, a state of shock, anyways – nothing unusual for California’s public demographic in the good ole US of A – if one follows – or pays any fucking attention - to their Woke joke social media system output.

Ergo, for when they proclaim, in high, sotto voice, that Montecito’s Princess Meghan has broken a fingernail while trying her amateur hand at gardening, and been rushed to the nearest trauma medical centre for treatment – then it’s serious.

Luckily her ginger-mingin Prince Charming spouse – Harry Hewitt - was on hand to scream Help! – and fortunately alert the attentions of a passing ex-military neighbour who came to their assistance and administered a double dose of life-saving CPR to the stricken Meghan – then summoned an ambulance to transport the fatally injured fake royal fabulist to the nearest emergency manicure parlour.

Now back to the US Presidential election. Trump or Kamala? An easy choice really. An egocentric, misogynist bully with the three ply comb-over – (who will expedite his world-changing, dragon-slaying, MAGA agenda with the ‘Magic Wand’ of Office - and everyone gets an early Christmas pressy) – or that equally-egocentric – but IQ-deficient, giggling moron Kamala, who is incapable of wiping her own ass, let alone cognitive thoughts, and running a nuclear-armed Capitalist nation.

Meanwhile, back across the Atlantic Pond, in Blighty, Labour’s joke of an Energy Secretary, Ed 'Wallace' Millipede, has informed the House of Conmans assembly that the government’s pledge to rely on wind and solar generated electricity for Broken Britain’s power needs is technically achievable - but will entail a Herculean effort on every front - under the supervision of his own skilled, technocrat eye, and faithful helper, Gromit.

But here’s the twist – not only for household voters penalised to limit wasteful consumption – by turning off their lights and the telly – then going to bed early – but for the Gods of Nature to be appeased, so the Sun will shine on demand, and the winds blow for several hours each day – the fresh breeze category, please – and not the gusty, North Sea hurricane type.

Hmmm, the billion-plus hapless population of the People’s Utopia of China is copping a draconian backlash from the Politburo regarding their stringent and dystopian views on what constitutes acceptable discourse – specifically the Truth now allowed to be broadcast and published over social media channels when the customary lies are preferred – and any such ‘truth’ being re-labelled under the heading ‘Western disinformation’.

The entire carbon cap Net Zero ‘negative’ climate change argument – and ‘evidence’ - portfolio has been, once again, shot more full of holes than a colander infested with terrible tunnelling termites – and exposed as the work of fanciful and fabricated establishment weather data manipulation – to sell Satan Klaus Schlob’s WEF Great Reset (bullshit) Agenda 30 control freak scam.

Oh-ho – Food Bank Britain’s Queen Gorgonzilla is laid up in the palace and unfit to attend public events with hubby, King Chazzer – due a ‘chest infection’ – specifically coughing her guts up – and WTF can be expected when she never has a fag out of her gob – puffing away at a couple of packs of Capstan full strength per day, and stinking like a beer garden ashtray.

Finally revealed - or simply exposed as yet another mental case fantasist bullshit merchant? Read on ....

The identity of the enigmatic creator of the global trillion bucks Shitcoin industry, has been rumoured, to date, to be a Japanese ghost going by the name of Satoshi Nakamoto – and / or the independent, self-promoting creators being Craig Todd, and yet a further individual identified as Peter Wright - but has now turned out to be - so he / it claims - shedding all pretence of anonymity - a scraggy, grey bearded, and naturally sun-tanned, dog wanker answering to the name of Stephen Mollah, a self-taught macro-economist – ‘and’ monetary scientist (whatever the fuck that is) resplendent with Mummy's brightly-coloured tea towel wrapped around his pointy head, in the urban turban fashion.

For the record, legal and otherwise, this is the very same British-Asian 58-year-old S Mollah Esq, of Pimlico, who claims to have created Shitcoin, and has on deposit some 165,000 BTC in Singapore - or, so he reckons.

Mollah, and his 67-year-old partner, ‘Blockchain Billy’ Anderson, of New Malden, were collared by the Plod Squad on monetary fraud charges between November 2022 and October 2023, with their trial scheduled for November 3, 2025.

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Two Tier Keir Crosses Student Voters

New Labour are a joke - and not very funny either. 

Stammerer sparks fury from students after breaking tuition fees pledge.

Yep, Mr ‘Call me Sir’ Keir Stammerer breaks yet a further promise – this time via his shit-fer-brains Education Secretary, Bridget Phillipson, viz student tuition fees.

Like the Red Indians of old – declaring ‘white man speak with forked tongue’ with regard to his election run-up assurance that once in office he would ritually abolish tuition fees – then reneges on that 'writ in stone' vow, and goes one step further - in the wrong direction - by declaring the fees have to be increased. – to fill some more at scent than substance £££ black hole excavated into the heart of Food Bank Britain’s economy by the hapless, insaneiac Tory gang.

But that’s our two tier Keir – the DPP - who failed to prosecute his fellow Freemason, the BBC's celebrity kiddie fiddling, sex pest DJ, Jimmy Savile - and so too with all of this Labour Party shower of moronic dog wankers preaching their Woke joke alphabet message: equality, diversity, inclusivity, sustainability – simply not to be trusted.

Hmmm, WTF fuck comes next for our free-thinking universities - morality police and wrong-think Gestapo squads?

Then we have Labour’s man with his finger on the environment’s pulse - Steve Reed. This is a cabinet office minister who pays a visit to farmyards wearing his £420 quid designer wellies – a gift from deep pockets Labour donor, Lord Alli Bongo – while farmers, farmer’s wives – and their pittance-paid labourers trudge round, knee deep in cow shit, wearing a pair of £12 quid Dunlop galoshers.

Yep, you gottit, Sir Keir Stammerer's Labour wankers are taking the piss yet again.

But WTF can we expect from the House of Conmans assembly – for the most part a motley collective of mouth-breathing dribblers – and by the record of blunders past – and present, still engaged in the practice of terminal wrong-think.

Stop press: So the burning question of the day is this: Who will put out a hit contract on the insufferable Stammerer first? The uni’ student collective – or the hapless farmers who ensure that Food Bank Britain’s sucker-punched (by Labour) population have milk for their breakfast cork flakes – or will his own back benchers deliver a timely ‘et tu Brute’?

https://www.gbnews.com/politics/starmer-sparks-fury-from-students-breaking-tuition-fees

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Opportunist Migrants Flood Market Town

North-West England’s dreary chartered borough of Altrincham - hosting twice-weekly markets since 1290 -  has for recent years boasted a singular, half-ways decent hostelry establishment, the Cresta Court Hotel, (part of the Vine Hotels / Worst Western group) - located on the main Manchester to Chester coach road – and yet, faster than a rat out of an aqueduct, has this very day, shut its doors, closed down its website, and, sans ceremony, evicted staying guests – cancelling all manner of pre-paid bookings for weddings, christenings, and funerals, Xmas parties, bar mitzvahs, and their popular sell-out (and scandalous) ‘full moon’ al fresco Bingo night sessions.

WTF and why the 'lockdown', you might well inquire? For the hotel has been sequestered by that notorious, for-profit prison operations quango, Serco – to house some 300 Channel-hopping illegal foreign migrants for ‘one year’ in its 150 rooms – (yep, two to a bed - at least) all due to arrive en mass via an armada of coaches – or Serco’s re-tasked fleet of prison vans - or perhaps simply continue their waterborne journeys after crossing the Channel from France, along Britain’s elaborate system of inland waterways - and make landfall at the northern end of town - via navigating their inflatable rubber duck dinghies along the length of the Bridgewater Canal.

Doubtless this incoming shower of Third World sticky-pawed, scrounging ne-er-do-well asylum seekers – fleeing (so they collectively claim) the war-torn battle grounds of safe-haven France - have heard all about soft touch Broken Britain via the jungle tom-tom telegraph, and will, as now appears customary, be comprised of the usual stock-in-trade ‘invasion potential' single, military age Muslim males – born, raised - and brainwashed - in a culture than treats their own womenfolk as third class chattels – and bear zero respect for Christian worshipping infidels – er – that’s us, by the way – and with whom our Food Bank Britain's landscape is populated.

Hmmm, has no-one else raised a concerned eyebrow viz this blatant, and most disturbing, Labour government-approved ‘single, military-age males’ factor yet – or is this precisely why our corrupt government is in cahoots with Brussels EUSSR and Satan Klaus Schlob’s New World Order to achieve – the Great Reset dilution of our Anglo-Saxon genetic bloodlines at a nation-wide population level?

For the record – and reflection on greedy Greg Dyke’s Cresta Court Hotel ceasing normal operations for ‘one year’ –  the Britannia Ashley Hotel in the neighbouring village of Hale was closed to the public, and used to house 100-plus migrants ‘for one year’ back in February 2023 – while they were ‘asylum processed’.

Guess what – and how surprising – the 100-plus are all still there – some 20 months on – still ensconced – and 'still’ being ‘processed’ – prompting the more affluent residents of Hale village to say 'fuck this' - and move out. 

Further, viz the government’s asylum policy juxtaposed against the gospel according to recent figures, March 2024, there are currently 35,686 illegal arrival asylum seekers being accommodated in hotels across the UK.

This represents a 22% fall from the end of December 2023, with scores being moved into what the slimy, money-grubbing Serco refer to as ‘dispersal accommodation’- - usually a flat or shared house – or prison cell – all managed by the Home Office - with £3.1 billion quid squandered on hotel accommodation – which equates to around £8 million nicker per day – of public funds.

But WTF can we expect from the House of Conmans assembly – for the most part a motley collective of mouth-breathing dribblers – and by the record of blunders past – and present, still engaged in the practice of terminal wrong-think.

 

Ergo, regardless of scheduled local community ‘discussions’ to voice complaints this coming few days, it is a fait accompli – they are coming – and (apart from x-number going to prison for whatever crimes & misdemeanours - aggravated trespass, rape, GBH, murder) - will be here to stay.

So breathe deep on that last bit folks – as this Labour government – with the Chancellor, rabid Rachel Thieves, holding the purse strings - has robbed our old age pensioners of their 2024 annual £300 quid winter fuel allowance – while filling up the Cresta Court Hotel with scrounging asylum seekers copping their lodgings, and three square meals - at a cost of £££ mega-bucks per day – to us – the hapless taxpayers.

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No Tax Rises for Working Children

As opposed to addressing the House of Conmans ego-massaging addicts directly, the Labour party’s piss poor excuse for an Education Minister, the IQ-deficient Bridget Phillipson has, exercising her trademark unqualified arrogance before all and sundry, given an interview to gutter press hacks from the Daily Shitraker, and foolishly presumed to speak on behalf of the Treasury and Chancellor, the rabid Rachel Thieves - pontificating on this forthcoming Wednesday’s Autumn Budget, by reiterating the party’s manifesto pledge regarding workers (read ‘schoolchildren’) - whose main source of income is their weekly pocket money - would not see an increased band of income tax imposed.

Then, in typical two-faced Labour fashion, out of the blue, conjured up some Never Never Land microscopic print clause to target the afore-mentioned ‘workers’ if they have a second source of income – e.g. a newspaper round, or a dog walking job, or brushing pensioner’s driveways of fallen Autumn leaves – which would incur taxation at corporate rate, and hence further be subject to a National Insurance stamp levy.

Conversely, shifting into top gear motormouth mode, the gobshite Philipson – more suited to torturing her violin at Bikers Grove jam sessions – and personally raking in a salary, and allowances, of £160,000 per annum – (while sadistically attempting to inflict penury on Food Bank Britain’s less fortunate working class) - announced that ‘Sir’ Keir was committed to spending £1.4 billion nicker to build 50 new schools in England per year – plus a further £44 million quid to finance foster homes and orphanages for the legions of abandoned sprogs that arrived on our once-sceptred isle in the flotillas of rubber inflatable dinghies used by illegal migrants to cross the Channel from safe haven France.

Meanwhile, ponder those inner thoughts of the collective vengeance to be exacted – now gestating in the minds of millions of old age pensioners - wearing that extra woolly cardigan and cuddled up in blankets on their front room sofa to offset the Autumn chill in the air – (now a constant factor since the incumbent Labour party government’s nasty piece of work Chancellor of the Exchequer slashed their Winter Fuel Allowance) – shivering away, sat watching the goggle box in front of an empty fireplace - and sticking pins into the vitals of their rabid Rachel Thieves voodoo dolls.

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/articles/c789915n5elo

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Runcorn Fight Club MP Suspended

The incumbent Labour Party’s MP for rabid Runcorn, Mike ‘Slugger’ Amesbury - elected to the House of Conmans in 2017 by his equally-pugilistic Runcorn & Helsby conshituents – and who previously served as Shadow Minister for Sucker Punching in Keir Stammerer’s opposition party - claims he felt threatened in a middle-of-the-night altercation with a fellow drunk in Frodsham, and landed a pre-emptive leftie to the jaw, thus flooring his own constituent - before striking the hapless twat a further six times.

Conversely, a plethora of ‘he said – she said’ conflicting CCTV footage of the punchy Amesbury delivering several snide blows during the incident at a Frodsham taxi rank around 02.15 am on Saturday morning - when the hapless, and inebriated, Mr Paul Fellows questioned Amesbury viz the Keir Stammerer-led (sic) Labour party’s motives for shit-canning his 87-year old Grandma’s winter fuel allowance payment - have prompted Labour’s hierarchy to revoke his party membership, and withdraw the whip, hence the punchy Amesbury is now out on his arse for the violent behaviour.

Hmmm, 02:00 hours in the morning – following a Friday night out – and Amesbury’s violent response to the question – sans any format of physical provocation towards him - implication leans to suggest the entire crowd involved were the worse for alcohol consumption – or perhaps ‘tired and over-emotional’ - as Private Eye is given to phrase the circumstances of such altercations.

Frodsham Labour councillors were also in attendance to put the boot in, as the group turned a deaf ear to concerns from concerned neighbourhood residents regarding the late night racket, and shit state of local policing and community safety.

For the public record, mere hours before the incident occurred, Amesbury was attending an old pals pub crawl get-together with his fellow Freemason buddy - none other than the Cheshire Police & Crime Commissioner, Dan Price himself – rumoured to be known in policing circles as Dodgy Dan, the Cut-Price Man.

Reflecting on the above paragraph, and being Masonic mates with Dodgy Dan, doubtless the odds are favourite that Slugger Amesbury will face zero criminal charges of assault, or GBH, for his fisticuffs attack on a helpless fellow human being.

Ergo, if this was an erring Japanese politician, causing his political party embarrassment, then he’d automatically commit ritual seppuku and disembowel himself in the middle of the House of Conmans debating floor for his inebriated, and violent, indiscretions.

Seizing the opportunistic moment, the Reform Party has called for Mr Punchy to do the honourable thing and resign immediately, if not sooner – (Ha! – the honourable thing from Labour - some joke) – thus initiating a by-election which, after coming second place in the last voting session for rabid Runcorn, are hoping their candidate, canvassing on an anti-street violence ticket, can usurp the Labour-vacated House of Conmans seat.

https://rustyskewednewsviews.blogspot.com/2024/10/runcorn-fight-club-mp-suspended.html

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-14011613/MP-Mike-Amesbury-arguing-constituent-closure-bridge-punch.html

https://www.gbnews.com/politics/mike-amesbury-labour-mp-punch-assault

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Skewed News Views Roundup

In today's 'Let's Kick Some Establishment Ass' nasty news roundup we bring our readers the latest and greatest hot gossip topic: Political Sleaze' – a timely scandalous exposé of 'cross party political hypocrisy' from Anarchy Central’s 24/7 Truth & Rumour Mill – publishing, as always, 'ring of the anvil' dispatches hand-forged, crafted and tempered into razor-edged bespoke satire and parody to sate the palates of all budding anti-authoritarian non-conformists, proto-nihilists and those eclectic career radical, pro-justice, anarchist revolutionaries who carry the immortal genetic Rh-Neg recusant bloodline of the rebel sons of Belial - and harbour zero respect or empathy for the privilege-abusing arrogant authoritarian 0:01% predatory paedo' elitist Masonic-Satanist oligarchy – aka the Deep State Sabbatean death cult Corporatocracy - cursed by their exaggerated sense of entitlement and greed – who, imprudently, have deluded themselves into believing they rule this world, and all upon its once-pristine mantle.

OMG! What a start to the day. Now we have anti-Freedom of Speech legislation – (Higher Education / Freedom of Speech Act 2023) – being kicked around and reviewed by the House of Conmans primates, and their equally knuckle-dragging , moronic Upper House of Frauds titled-reptilian associates.

More Labour Party Corruption: Labour MP for Croydon North, Steve Reed, received a palm-greasing £1,786 worth of soccer match tickets from Hutchison 3G UK Limited - whose parent company is connected to Northumbrian Water.

Reed’s acceptance of the football tickets occurred three months after he was appointed shadow environment secretary.

Northumbrian Water, linked to the company that provided the tickets, was recently fined £17million quid by Ofwat for discharging sewage (untreated shite) into waterways for 280,000 hours during 2022 - (what horologists might refer to as a ‘very long time’).

Here we go again – smell the stench of political corruption - with Labour engulfed in yet another scandalous cronyism row after Wes Streeting's fudging partner – and true love fiancé, Joe Dancey, was handed a major party role - (and doubtless the £££ salary remuneration package to go with it ) – and most conspicuously after losing his election bid a few months back - is going to be Labour's new executive director of policy and communications.

Hark the new green deal / net zero acolytes – still pushing wind turbines and solar panels for our land of fog – where the sun rarely shines, and never upon demand, and these clowns propose to run a modern economy on intermittent electricity?

Oh boy, God’s Chosen People (why?) up to their genocidal war crimes tricks again, now in the process of demolishing half of the Gaza Strip – that’s the half not quite already demolished by their previous – and continuing – arbitrary bombing campaigns.

Beware the trans-gender-bender cult’s disturbing agenda - to pillory any and all who dare speak the blatant and scientific truth – that biological sex is immutable – and they are collectively a gaggle of mentally-deluded fantasists who claim to be a girlie if they wear a dress – or alternately, a laddie, if they wear trousers and sport a stick-on moustache.

Fer fuck’s sake, ‘Call me Sir’ Keir Stammerer and his loopy-left Labour party circus are making a total bollocks of attempting to manage Food Bank Britian (formerly Broken Britain) and now they’re nuts deep implicated with a Trump election campaign complaint filed with the Federal Election Commission regarding a case of ‘blatant interference by a foreign power’ in the good ole US of A’s presidential election – and not only supporting, but publicly promoting, the candidacy of the dumb fuck Kamala ‘Bimbo’ Harris.

There again, Harris or Trump – what a fucking choice – is that the best America can do? Not a matter of one being better than the other, more at one being worse.

The Thought Police are out and about – collaring any and all who present a danger to polite society – and dare breach that unwritten rule – the taboo – of voicing the audacity to question our Labour government’s motives – or, Heavens forbid – point the fickle finger of Fate at them, exposing their corrupt – and treasonous – dirty dealings.

Oh my, what clots – the Zionist crowd are slapping backs and cheering at the fact they’ve snuffed Hamas number one – and now some stand-by unknown will take his place – adopting a modus operandi that the manky Mossad have zero experience of – whereas the former’s way of doing ‘stuff’ was known – so you leave him to get on with it – and pre-guess the game. But that’s the Zionist Hymie land grabber crew – all gob and little time for forethought – or reflection.

We love Labour, and Sir Keir Stammerer and Lady Mangela Rayner have our votes for their early prison release legislation. I just got sentenced to five years for burglary last week, and today I'm free as HMP Amnesty was overcrowded with convicted civil rights demonstrators.

In the footsteps of Napoleon, Bonkers Britain to pay Saint Helena £6.5 million quid to take in exiled Chagos Island migrants – as the US military want their island as a military base. God bless America. Nice people, we don’t think. 

Que? WTF? Slavery reparations translate as any old excuse to go on the perennial, hands-out ‘gimme’ cadge – and are utterly shameless. The fact the incompetent governments of Third World dumps are struggling economically has sweet fuck all to do with slavery - which ceased 200 years ago – (with an economic infrastructure in place) - and even less with some future fantasy predicted climate catastrophe.

And now, just for the community hypochondriacs, 20 signs that your liver is not healthy.

Sign 1 – you turn a dull, jaundiced shade of yellow.

Sign 2 – you are dead.

Signs 3 to 20 – reasons for mention now redundant.

Yep, the current ‘governing’ (sic) Labour gang, under the leadershit of ‘Call me Sir’ Keir Stammerer, and his ginger-mingin broomstick merchant deputy, Mangela Rayner, have succumbed to silly season anti-logic, and are all out with their support – and promotion of – this gender bender conversion therapy for the fucked in the head sector of our society that believes they were born in the wrong body – male/female vs female/male.

Ergo, common sense must take prescience in this debate – for if born with a willy, you are a male of the species – and if born with a snatch, you are a female. No if’s or but’s – that is how Nature and science are.

Oh yes, our medical tech , and a deft surgeon, plus lots of gender bender drugs, can do the ‘transition’ bit, and change the physical appearance, but that is all – change the appearance – for a woman with a skin grafted dick is not a man – nor is a bloke with a pussy a real female.

Religions – whichever you refer to, are all human constructs – and invariably control system orientated - the good ole ‘Thou Shalt’ and, of course, ‘Thou Shalt Not’ obedience principle.

OMG – and WTF next, we ask? The world is falling apart and all the shit-fer-brains MSM can ask is - what impact could Taylor Swift really have on this year’s US election cycle?

Well, if Lil’ Miss Cutie Pants launched a presidential bid, she’d doubtless win – being 100% more popular than the clowns currently standing - Donald Dumbo and Kamala Dumbo – and probably just as half-arsed smart to boot.

The Labour government is launching a ‘Back to Work for Lazy-Arsed Fat Gits’ campaign – an ill-thought scheme of injecting the unemployed and overweight with some experimental crap wonder diet juice conjured up by Big Pharma profiteers Lilly and Novo Nordisk - to run for a five-year trial period - on 3000 obese (read ‘fat fuckers’) hapless guinea pigs in the Manchester area.

The ginger-mingin Prince Harry Hewitt can't get royalty level motorcade protection anymore - thanks to the wart-faced Yvette Cooper blocking the privilege - but Taylor Swift can - in exchange for a couple of executive box tickets to her concert.

Mummy! Mummy! The nasty Plod Squad thugs have just arrested Daddy on thought crime charges. Yeah, free-thinkers beware - first they clamped down on freedom of travel, then came the jackboot effect on free speech – and now, under this ever-evolving fascist dystopia, our control freak government inquisition is prosecuting ‘free thought’.

OMG! WTF next? XL Bully cats indeed – looks like a fully pickled and wrinkled hairless monstrosity – straight out of Gremlins. Don’t believe? Just Google it.

Nowt to do with 'anti-Semitism' - but a yet another typical stock n trade racial / sectarian protest viz the Zionist Ashkenazi Jews of Convenience now governing 'Israel' - who stole the sovereign state of Palestine - (with the blessings of the good ole US of A, and a neophyte United Nations) - from the rightful Muslim owners back in 1948 - whose hapless populations are now confined to suffer human rights and war crime privations in the ever-diminishing West Bank and Gaza strip concentration camps.

Ref’ the dreaded Covid-1984 latest – and greatest – all-new XE variant – which carries the usual symptoms, including a high temperature, headaches, sore throat, continuous cough, loss of sense of taste or smell, shortness of breath, diarrhoea and vomiting, body aches (from all the shitting and spewing), extreme fatigue – and – er – eventually death.

Go see your GP and get the latest shot – preferably followed by a couple of boosters – which will really fuck you up into a state of paraplegic disability – plus fry your brain to the IQ of a guinea pig.

Allergy warning: for readers suffering from HSS (Hypersensitive Snowflake Syndrome) – there is no known EpiPen medication remedy for adverse reactions to the 'politically incorrect' – aka the Truth.

This article was composed in a known propaganda-infested area - and whilst purposely blending high octane unorthodox irreverence, slanderous allegations and unbridled conjecture with measures of wild rumour and caffeine-boosted public interest factoids, plus a dusting of socio-political satire - may also contain traces of slight exaggeration, modest porkies, misaligned references, 5G electro-smog radiation, and a chemtrail residue of genetically-modified nano-particle bush telegraph innuendo.