Tory Brexit Traitors Hijack Manchester

In today’s 'Tory Party Scum Hijack Manchester' edition we bring you the latest and greatest in scandal-mongering hot gossip from our Manchester-based political hack, Ron McGnasher, manning the live news Skype hotline webcam - attached to the barrel of his Remington M24-E1/XM .300 calibre rifle - from the 47th floor Sniper's Bar balcony atop the Hilton Hotel – with a bird's eye view covering the Nasty Party conference extravaganza being staged at the adjacent G-Mex Convention Centre some hundreds of feet below.

But Ron's our boy and reporting direct to Anarchy Central’s 24/7 Truth & Rumour Mill – with 'ring of the anvil' dispatches hand forged and crafted into razor-edged bespoke satire to tempt the palates of all budding anti-authoritarian non-conformists, proto-nihilists and career radical pro-justice revolutionaries who carry the immortal genetic Rh-Neg bloodline of the rebel sons of Belial.

The story so far in Broken Britain's 'It's Grim Up North' manky Manchester – where the Nasty Party Tory gang are slumming it by holding their annual party conference at the city's G-Mex convention centre (recycled ex-railway station – n same venue where the nation's sex pervs once held their annual botty-spanking BD/SM fetish exhibitions) – with two metre high screened off fencing enclosing the entire multi-block perimeter – and their adjacent Midland Hotel billet – in one security-infested 'and surrounded' Green Zone political privilege enclave – with access roads and pavements marked 'common herd no go zones' - and more moronic Plod Squad thugs hanging around in two's n three's (safety in numbers?) than any fucker or their dog can shake a stick at.

No shit, walk around Mancs, day or night, and you get a prize for spotting a Plod – even one of the intellectually-challenged PCSO types – and this week the entire public demographic suppression control freak gang are high-viz – feet on the ground to protect their elitist political scumbag masters – all to the calculated inconvenience of the tax-paying sheeple who fund their pay cheques and pensions.

But while it's a draughty October 'round the door jambs' for the rest of Broken Britain's useless eaters – for the Nasty Party apparatchiks it's Ides of March time – knives sharpened and ready to back-stab any and all during their shit stirring 'fringe events' – whose fallen corpses might provide a career stepping stone leg-up.

A point manifested to perfidious perfection by Grant 'Two Jobs' Shatts – (aka Micky Spleen / Sebastian Pox) – (former party chairperson and incumbent MP for the Well-off Twatfield constituency) – who seized the occasion of the conference venue conspiring with other like-minded Tory sleazesters to stage a coup – announcing, Joe McCarthy fashion, 'I have here the names of thirty Tory MPs who want that hopeless bitch Terry Maybot out and me as leader'.

Obviously the ever-prevaricating Mrs Mayhem is widely regarded as a tosspot who's making a total bollocks of Brexit with her interminable 'transitional periods' – and is topping the target list for the long knives crew – along with Foreign Office Sec' Bonkers Boris Nonsense.
But beware, for while the Maybot might be a self-delusional pillock, Bonkers Boris – class act buffoon that he behaves as - ain't – and might have his personal Assassins Creed hit team in play.

Yep, the Nasty Party are only in town for this four-day conclave – more of an ego-massaging session by a gaggle of IQ-deficient politicos – convincing each other they can win a general election (with bed-sheet sized banners bearing the legend 'Building a country that works for Us' – (and our elitist moneybags donors).
Hmmm, more at fucking up our country's social welfare and NHS systems – and expanding the ranks of the homeless - after the utter balls-up manifested at the general election on 8th June this year – while inflicting the greatest pre-and post conference 'no thoroughfare' inconvenience on all - peripheral commuters and shoppers alike.

Really, the Nasty Party – led by the pig-fucking Posh Dave Scameron and now the 'batteries not included' Maybot - have been tried, tested and proven as a collective of all-round fuckups since 2010 – with their austerity measures, etcetera, et al – and back-sliding on the Brexit issue with two year transitional period excuses - and the voting demographic have had enough.

The 'had enough' aspect was plainly displayed to 'welcome' PM Maybe and her gang of dunces and nonces as they arrived in Mancuniun – to be greeted by the sight of the City's numerous canal waterways and river crossing bridges – brightly festooned with the 'lynched' effigies of Tory politicos – hanging flaccid in their pitiless 'austerity finest'.

The sight of which prompted the gormless looking Michael Fabricator, Tory MP for snotty Staffordshire's Ditchfield constituency – (he with the Bonkers Boris Nonsense copycat hair-do) to comment 'What a charming welcome to Manchester and the Conservative Party Conference' - and that Mancunians are collectively a bunch of fascist scum.

The gospel according to Town Hall snitches claims there is next to zero truth to the rumour such were hung there on the orders of Manchester's all-new Labour Mayor, Andy Pandy Burnout.

Regarding the Tory cabinet's Remainiacs versus Brexiteers skirmishing sessions, associated back-stabbing plots and the 'un-sackable' / not fucker's indispensible' media debate - Flatbrokes - Broken Britain's ubiquitous High Street bookies – are offering odds that there might be a few political career casualties resulting from the Tory conference – with the EUSSR Brussels stooge Remainophile likes of Philip 'Dandruff' Hammond, Ken' Groper' Clarke - and that odious post-menopausal skanger - the incumbent MP for Nottingham's Botox constituency - Annie Sourpuss - topping the in-house fighting hate list.

But alas, no mention of the smarmy Jeremy Kunt getting the bum's rush – he of the shit-eating grin whose gross ministerial level incompetence and deliberate mismanagement have made a total bollocks of our once-sacred National Ill-Health Service – to justify the whole shebang being flogged off at fire sale prices to foreign PFI concerns.

Though the Maybot is in denial and totally overwhelmed by the fact she's got her egocentric, incompetent bony ass caught up in the Gale Force 8 slipstream of historic events – refusing to censure Israel's human rights abuses and illegal settlement land thefts visited on the hapless heads of the Palestinian population of – er – the occupied West Bank and besieged Gaza Strip enclave - in what used to be Palestine – and covering up Saudi Arabian war crimes against the civilian demographic of neighbouring Yemen – while sanctioning sales of British weapons to Saudi – to use in acts of military aggression against non-military Yemeni targets – specifically women n kids.

And now a capital offense sin – in the eyes of 52% (at least) of the voting public – her little Florence speech, submitting to this venal add-on two year transitional period until we give the EUSSR and Brussels kleptocrat hierarchy the final 'fuck off, eat shit and die' finger. All of which has put a smile on the faces of her Remainer cabinet clique - the anti-democracy Brexit Remainers (aka Remoaners / Remainiacs) camp – and don't we all know what happens to Remainers – they get left behind.

So out of all the ego-massaging, self-promoting speeches, arrogance and bullshit, there's simply gotta be a funny side to this political posturing crap – hasn't there?
Especially so when one cuts through the stand up comedy and safe space politically correct bullshit and takes pertinent note that the venue was infested with pro-Zionist Israel lobbyists and arms corporation scumsters taking likely-corruptible cabinet and Parliamentary committee members out of a night-time around China Town and the LGBT-centric Canal Street for drinkies, a spot of snort, lap dances and happy ending massages – with several junior minister types clocked on smart phonecameras entering the Leather Lads gay / fetish club in the cellars (read 'dungeons') of the old Masonic Temple on Twatborough Street – a venue previously leased by the Paedophile Information Exchange for their covert kiddie fiddling extravaganzas.

Another giggle is worthy of mention – for covering the conference was the Biased Broadcasting Corp's political news hack - the repulsive bottle blonde moment Scot, Laura Kuntsberg, shadowed by a bodyguard – no less than ex-Glassie cage fighter, Bald Hector 'Pitbull' McNonce.

Challenged on the arrangement by gutter press hacks, the Beeb's security chief, Shaheed al Ka-Boom, insisted she must have a personal Praetorian Guard protection - both inside and out of the secure zone at the Brighton-based Labour and Mancs Tory conferences.
'We take the safety of our staff extremely seriously. Ms Kuntsberg is a well-known public figure. She and her team will be covering events with huge crowds of unwashed scallies - where there might be hostility to the lies and shit she writes. Hence we want to ensure adequate precautions are taken if some aggie tosser on a moped decides to give her an acid enema – and anyway the stupid TV licence fee paying common herd public are covering the security bill.'

One disgraced Tory MP - Craig 'Turncoat' Mackinlay / South Gannnet - too craven to do the 'right thing' - fall on his own sword and commit ritual seppuku – bears the dishonest ignominy of being up for trial next May for fiddling his election expenses to the tune of several billion quid – yet had the audacity to state for the public record that 'unemployed young people from Glasgow need to get on their bikes and start pedalling south - and take 'fruit-picking farming jobs' - where they can work with loads of gorgeous young immigrant slappers from the EUSSR bloc countries.'

Que? Farming jobs? Fruit picking? It's Winter coming on, clot. WTF are they gonna pick – acorns? Bollocks - the squirrel brigade will have harvested that crop by now.

Next up, in an astonishing failure to 'engage brain before opening gob' outburst, the Nasty Party's fellow expenses-fiddling Europe Minister Alan 'Poison Dwarf' Drunkcan - MP for the Tory's Rotting Melon constituency – and previously Shadow Minister for Jailbird Affairs – used the conference forum to slam the Brexit vote as a ‘tantrum by the working class’.

Hmmm, this shirt-lifting Remainiac dog wanker should have paid more attention during school day's History lessons, then he might have the nuance to think again when it comes down to working class tantrums: specifically circa 1789 and 1917 – when a bit of a working class 'tantrum' put paid to France's 'born to excess' Bourbon monarchical dynasty – and the Russkie Romanov gang of wastrels royal lineage too.

Last, but by no means least, disaster was on a star-crossed fiasco schedule, striking at the conference finale when the Curse of Corbyn kicked in big time - (a Witchipoo spell conjured up by Labour's 'three-bagger' broomstick merchant and chief Juju woman – (and shadow minister for racist comments) - the sweaty Diane 'Dementia' Flabbert) - during Terry Mayhem's closing speech when the PM was stricken with a wave of Stage 3 asbestosis level coughing spasms (for which Philip 'Dandruff' Hammond slipped 'Tezza' a covert hemlock lozenge) – then suffering the stigma of being handed a P45 notice – followed by half the stage's Tory logo backdrop becoming victim to gravity and tumbling to the ground, letter after successive letter.
Then, as the Maybot left the stage, her ginger-mingin Home Sec, Amber Crudd, ordered FS Bonkers Boris Nonsense to 'Get off yer Brexiteer arse an' applaud the Boss, yer Turkish wanker!'

Oh yes, no need for any Cassandra prophecies on this one – the Nasty Party's doomed to suffer an extinction level event at the next election.

Thought for the day. The best of the conference venue was perhaps – to the anarchist eye, the legions of Young Tory types flaunting their freshly silk screen printed 'Mighty Moggster' t-shirts: Mighty Mogg for Brexit Minister / Beware the Mighty Mogg - and upper arm tattoos bearing the 'Jake R Mogg' legend.

Okay, back to Planet Reality for a brief moment. The Tories only semi-saving grace - come the next election - is the fact that the Lib-Dums are totally fucking hopeless as is – and even worse under the leadershit of the senility-afflicted Vince Cable.

By the same rule, Corbyn's Trotskyist faction-ridden Labour gang don't know their arse from their elbow - and apart from being hell bent on overturning the Brexit vote with a final referendum – and democracy be damned – are doubly-damned credibility-wise by having the sweaty, IQ-deficient racist bitch, Diane 'Dementia' Flabbert, in their shadow cabinet ranks.

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