Our favourite Tory Nasty Party Scouse
gobshite skanger, Nadine Dorries, has been up to her old tricks yet again
– opening that big mouth before engaging brain on her Twatter social
'nitworking' account viz the Tory's virus lockdown 'exit strategy' - stating
for the public record that this social distancing and stay home lockdown fiasco
could be in place for years – until some smart arsed anorak or beardie comes up
with a vaccine – and Dorries can stick the toxic nano-bot tracking
microchip euthanasia vaccine crap that Bill Gates n his Murder Inc Foundation are peddling.
Bedfordshire MP Dorries,
triggered the row by demanding journalists - and specifically viz her spat with ITV
presenter Pierced Moron
– to stop bringing up the subject of an "exit strategy" from the
lockdown.
Quoteth the Dorries Beast:
"There is only one way
we can 'exit' full lockdown and that is when we have vaccine. Until then, we
need to find ways we can adapt society and strike a balance between the health
of the nation and our economy."
Gimmee a break, the national
(and global) economy is a fucked unit – which was the entire purpose of this
world-wide Covid-19 pantomime – (crash the markets / bring in digital currency)
and Broken Britain shall hereby be bestowed with the shameful sobriquet of Food
Bank Britain – peopled by a society of reduced circumstances peasants living on
penury level Basic Universal Income handouts due their once-lucrative skilled employment venues going
tits up insolvent (along with pension funds) in the years waiting for dumb-fuck Dorries vaccine to be conjured
up and the lockdown ended.
Hmmm, pity we don't have an exit
strategy for Dorries to fuck off back to emptying bedpans at Warrington General Hospital .
But with the non-essential likes of the
expenses-fiddling rats-nest coiffure Nadine 'Four Streets' Dorries and her
fellow cabinet gobshite, Matt Wancock - and the scare-mongering Virus Guesstimate
expert Neil Ferguson – if we, the hard line anarchist cadre of the Critical
Thinking Party – held a majority sway in Parliament, then they'd be
laterally-promoted to the pig sty cleaning detail – and if they came down with
coronavirus symptoms – self-isolate the useless twats in some shed at the
bottom of the garden - with a signed Do Not Resuscitate notice round their scrawny
necks.
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