Ukraine’s Zelenskyy Arrogates NATO Ordnance

Ukraine – and Western weapons for free – especially tanks. We need tanks! Send us tanks! – demands the churlish President Zelenskyy - a former stand-up comedian – now the imperious leader of Ukraine’s Kleptocracy Party government.

NATO sheepishly bow to Zelenskyy’s iron will? Yes sir, No sir, three bags full, Sir?

No, not really, this Ukraine fiasco is just a perfect excuse to stage a proxy war with Russia - and steal their oil and gas fields - at the expense of some other hapless fucker's infrastructure getting decimated and reduced to dust.

US poised to ship 31 M1- Abrams battle tanks to Ukraine.

UK readies the dispatch of 14 Challenger 2 battle tanks.

Germany okays sending 14 Leopard-2 battle tanks.

France is 'thinking' of sending 30 'redundant' AMX-10 RC wheeled armoured cars.

Oh my, now there’s a thing, c'est non? The last time Germany - (who incidentally kick started World Wars 1 and 2, due an exaggerated belief of territorial entitlement, and a delusional notion of their Aryan racial superiority) - sent tanks into the Ukraine was back in the Hitlerian Nazi lunacy days of 1941 – June 22nd / Operation Barbarossa, to be exact – and as history records, in graphic detail, that did not end too well for 'Deutschland über alles'.

Hopefully this dispatch of a battalion of Leopard-2 tanks to Zelenskyy isn’t cursed with the same ignominious stamp of failure as the previous misadventure.

So, the sum total numbers will equal two tanks battalions - plus France's merde ‘véhicule blindé - aka tin cans on wheels.

Okay, who the fuck is gonna operate – with any modicum of competent efficiency - these diverse manufacture tracked weapons?

More to the point, who the fuck is gonna maintain n repair them?

Easy peasy – US / German & UK military personnel.

Oh yeah, n guess who the fuck is driving this war-mongering fiasco – pushing Western governments to supply armaments to Zelenskyy with streams of WW2-era clichés?

Why none other than the ‘profit über alles’ corporatocracy scumbag ‘rat-fink’ likes of BlackRock, of Vanguard, of JP Morgan, of Gold-in-Sacks; Raytheon, Lockheed, BAE, Northrop-Grumman,  General Dynamics – aka the worst people in the known Universe.

So, WTF will Zelenskyy demand – and get – next? Thermobaric bombs – and the aircraft to deliver n drop the fuckers? A selection of dial-a-yield tactical nukes? Perhaps opt for his own orbiting satellite, armed with a magazine packed with Rod of God tungsten pole ‘space weapons’ - to expedite the kinetic bombardment of Chateau Putin – and really make a fuck of the place – same as the Yank’s sneak attack did to China’s Tianjin port area back in 2015.

Or simply demand that NATO forces stop fucking the cat and carpet bomb Moscow and the Kremlin – then World War Three can finally get ‘brimstone & fire’ underway? Yep, then the bellicose NATO nations, Ukraine, 'and' Russia can be the pallbearers at their own 'radioactive' funerals.

No shit, Sherlock – that blood n guts scenario would definitely achieve the desired mass population reduction target figures the New World Order / WEF Project Genocide have a hard-on to accomplish – and haven’t been able to so far, with their fake, half-arsed 'cough n sneeze' Covid-19 scamdemic virus and toxic mRNA gene bender vaxx campaign.

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King of Toxic Masculinity Hates Bugs

Social media network personality and world class misogynist, Emory Andrew ‘Baldy’ Tate III, has hit out at his incarceration in a Romanian jail, whingeing to fans his prison cell is filled with cockroaches, lice and bed bugs.

The American-born, mixed race Tate - yet another crazed narcissist - was detained just after Xmas in Bucharest, by Romania’s ‘Pikey Plod Squad’ ‘DIICOT’ anti-organised crime agency, along with his equally misogynistic, onanist brother, Tristan, on a string of sex trafficking and rape charges.

Two of their female Romanian pimp / accomplices - both tattooed on the buttocks with the now-notorious ‘Tate 3 Hole Whore’ brand - were also arrested, on grounds of grooming and sex trafficking underage girls - and coercing the same to perform in live streaming porno movies.

The former martial arts / kickboxing supremo - notorious for his misogynistic remarks and hate speech – is a self-proclaimed social influencer – (yet such a ‘negative’ influence he was evicted (kicked out) from C5’s Big Brother house due his habitual ‘obnoxious wanker’ attitude) – and has amassed several million IQ-deficient, gullible followers across the swathe of the Fuckbook, Instaspam, Twatter, SpewTube and TokTik social media networks - through his ‘influencer’ and ‘success coach’ (sic) posts.

In a stream of ‘Poor Me’ emails sent to his global sex slave fan base, Tate claims: "These pikey vampire bastards are trying to break me. Thrown inside a cell without a light. Cockroaches, lice, and bed bugs are my only companions’.

Yeah, right – no light - apart from his laptop screen and Twitter home page – and fuck all in his cell but cockroaches, lice, and bed bugs – plus a convenient power point to charge the laptop.

Ergo, that scenario is 5 star as a ‘guest’ at the WWII-era Aiud Prison, in Alba province, central Transylvania - dubbed the nastiest prison in Romania – and housing maximum security baddies – with the additional odious notoriety of being a veritable sodomite rapist paradise.

Hmmm, joking aside, with Tate & Co currently’ remanded until the end of February, things could be far worse than the Aiud Hotel – and alternately be incarcerated in Romania’s somewhat euphemistically-named ‘Bright Light’ Prison - operated as a black site for ‘enhanced’ interrogations and torture by the good old CIA and Mossad.

There again, his current custody billet sounds bad enough, deprived of his customary ‘boujee comfort zone’ luxury hacienda in the ‘Dracula-land’ Pipera countryside, surrounded by a fleet of luxury sports cars, plus a harem of ‘suck n swallow’ odalisques, concubines, and whores – and not forgetting a seraglio stocked with sphincter-clenching juvenile catamites of Third World origins – for the company and enjoyment of the sodomite visitors who might prefer to ‘swing the other way’.

But WTF can Tate expect when he ignores the practiced etiquette, decorum and civility that provide a guaranteed passport to social acceptance; and allows his limited IQ to steer an inflated ego into gobshite mode, comparing himself to Nelson Mandela and Martin Luther King - yet behaving in the manner of a first-rate arrogant cunt – and is denigrated even by the women he stands accused of sex trafficking and raping – who claim his bad mouth misogyny stems from ‘small dick syndrome’ psychology – a condition exacerbated due chronic premature ejaculation disorder.

https://www.gbnews.uk/news/andrew-tate-says-hes-being-kept-in-dark-prison-cell-surrounded-by-cockroaches-lice-and-bed-bugs-they-are-trying-to-break-me/429815

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Amazon Lucky Dip: iPhone or Dog Bix

Warning bells are ringing at decibel levels of great cacophony in the wake of Amazon customers receiving parcels of dog food instead of their mega-bucks iPhones.

Consumers are henceforth being advised to film themselves opening Amazon deliveries in the wake of a Salisbury man's £1,300 iPhone being switched for a packet of dog food.

The hapless Ron Patsy ordered the phone online in December, to replace his daughter's device, whose keyboard was worn-out following multiple text-a-thon sessions; but received a packet of Woof Chunk dog biscuits instead.

Zillionaire Jeff Bezos’ online retail giant initially refused a refund as they claimed Patsy had signed for the delivery, so the fubar was his own fault.

However, the company has since admitted liability and refunded the full purchase price, plus delivery costs, to Mr Patsy’s account after being threatened with exposure as a company ‘not to do business with’ by the BBC's ‘Dodgy Deliveries’ programme.

Patsy, a 69-year old retired squirrel juggler, informed the Dodgy Deliveries team he initially thought there had been a simple mistake and the dog food package was an item their Labrador, Rex, had ordered on its own Amazon ‘canine account’.

Conversely Amazon initially maintained that as Patsy had accepted the parcel and given the courier a passcode, and the fact the dog food weighed the same as an iPhone (Que? WTF?) then he must have received the iPhone.

As this dog biscuits / iPhone swap issue is not simply a one-off instance and has been occurring with alarming regularity, this question was posed by the Beeb’s Dodgy Deliveries team: that in an alternate situation, if a stream of customers ordered bags of Woof Chunk dog biscuits from Amazon, was it at all likely they would receive a package containing a £1,300 quid iPhone by mistake – as the items ‘weighed the same’?

To date, no reply has been forthcoming.

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-wiltshire-64296971

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Bad Harry’s ‘Big Bad Payback Book’

As leaked excerpts from Prince Harry’s ghost-written ‘pulp fiction’ memoire, ‘Spare’ continue to pop up in the gutter press tabloid news sheets, publishers Backstab Bios, have speculated on best case, and worst case, marketing scenarios – that every fucker and their dog would buy at least two copies of this royal celebrity-orientated crap - and read the first few shit-raking pages before tossing it in the trashcan, or using it as bog paper - then giving the second copy away as a birthday present to some wanker they don’t like – as opposed to the worst case scenario that no fucker would buy a copy, as Harry’s such a whinging twat who married a gold-digging Yoko Moano carbon copy, possessed by an inflated Me, Me, Me ego far beyond the realm of her limited, double digit IQ - a situation that’s not compensated for in any intellectually-balancing manner either, due Harry being as thick as pig shit, and the type of bungling twat who could fuck up a perfectly good anvil.

To wit, from a literary perspective, the entire content of the 416 page hardback edition is a concocted pile of blame-shaming, finger-pointing trivia and drivel - and at £28 nicker per copy, then one can buy a couple of decent reads from established authors for the same price – or less, as opposed to Harry's character assassination hate tome.

“Mummy’ (Princess Diana) would have been mortified and heartbroken that our family relationship has ended up where it's ended up”, claims ex-royal Harry, viz the conflict with 'Daddy' (sic) King Dobby III, and his elder brother, Bald Willy.

If, that is, of course, Mummy was still around – and not been murdered in a set-up car smash in a Paris tunnel by Daddy’s assassins - (probably by the same crew who snuffed (cheese-wired) Di’s bodyguard / lover, Barry Mannakee, in a rigged motorbike 'accident') - due a fit of Saxe-Coburg und Gotha pique and jealousy, and to stop her marrying a Muslim nobody – even if his father did sort-of own Harrods - on behalf of the Sultan of Brunei.

‘Well written, Harry’, state some fawning reviewers of ‘Spare’ – but let’s get realistic here, Harry’s not the sharpest pebble on the beach, in fact not even smart enough to write a shopping list, let alone ‘a memoire’. For, truth be known, the entire bio’ was salvaged, sorted, and compiled from a heap of Harry’s scribbled notes, boozy, bacchanalian, ramblings and 'selective memory' recollections into a state of readable mediocrity, by celebrity ghost-writer, R.J. Molestrangler.

Hmmm, ‘Spare’ might well be the title of Prince Harry of House Hewitt’s memoir, but from a proofing reader’s perspective it might be better titled ‘Spare Us’.

While some sympathetic ‘poor Harry’ readers are giving the bio’ full marks, others, and especially so the Taliban, are incensed by the content, that Harry boasts of murdering their mujahideen brethren in cold blood while a military mission tourist to Afghanistan.

To quote: “When I was a pilot / gunner in the Army Air Corp, flying an Apache helicopter and wearing my best Geronimo t-shirt, I used to shoot all the nasty unwashed Taliban oicks I could catch in my chain gun sights – and one day I - rat-a-tat-tat! - snuffed twenty-five of their number with a single burst.”

No shit, Sherlock, Harry’s obviously following in the royal footsteps of the familicide-fixated Plantagenet clan; as a body count of twenty-five is more than Richard the Third, or Hannibal Lecher, ever did - combined.

Killer Harry quote: "They were chess pieces, removed from the board. Bad people eliminated before they could kill good people."

Yeah right – more at: ‘before they could kill other bad people’.

Fer fuck’s sake, who wants to play chess with Dirty Harry under the articles of Hewitt’s Law – and get snuffed for that sneaky 'accidental' extra square jump with your knight.

Then Harry, cued by a muted roll of melodramatic drums,  morphs literally, into a faux emotional state, to win over the readership with his ginger ‘soft side’.

“I cried after my Daddy, the Prince of Wales, had Mummy and her Muslim lover boy Dodo murdered in Paris in a car crash set-up by MI5 agents”.

“I cried even more when Daddy’s nasty old broomstick merchant ‘new wife’, the chain-smoking ‘Royal Romp’ – Gorgonzilla Porker-Toilet-Bowls, would jab me with her long, dirty Witchipoo fingernails and say I was a ginger mingin cuckoo, and that Daddy Chazzer isn’t my real Daddy, cos Mummy had been shagging her riding instructor, Jimmy Hewitt, and I was really just a royal ranga bastard”.

Ergo, one might be tempted to speculate and sport a wry smile, that our beloved, and alas, departed, People’s Princess got her own back on her murderous scrote of a husband, Prince Dobby Big Ears, as he was then - (pre-Monarch status) - by cuckooing and curdling the royal house's Kraut DNA, and planting ranga Harry the Spare and his ginger-mingin Spencer-Hewitt mongrel genes in the Saxe-Coburg und Gotha bloodline.

From a psycho-analyst opinion, ‘Bald Patch’ Harry’s just a lost soul who wants to be liked, and preferably, loved – even when dressed for the party in Reichsfuhrer Heinrich Himmler’s personal Sunday best SS uniform – a major socio-political gaffe he now blames Willy n Kate for - due the fact the thick twat can’t think for himself.

There again, the pathetic wanker is seduced to conform to the self-serving demands of his B-actress delusional drama queen spouse, Duchess Meghan - of Sussex; a pampered prima donna who is clueless as to where Sussex actually is - and wed Harry so her stateside ‘brand’ (sic) value was boosted by the association with Food Bank Britain’s Saxe-Coburg und Gotha gene line Royal Family - yet still complains and whinges for Poor Me sympathy over the most trivial of shit – while hopelessly infected with a severe case of ‘royal throne syndrome’.

Hence her derogatory sobriquet of Yoko Moano following the release of their nauseating joint Cuckoo in the Nest / Arche-shite Productions / Netflix-broadcast Ginge & Whinge Show – a mega-bucks spinning extravaganza of theatre -six hours of concocted slapstick waffle n tripe - starring Ginger & Whinger – ensconced in the Golden State, Montecito-sited, Fortress Hewitt - drawbridge raised, and proclaiming to the world at large on Meghan’s ‘Me, Me, Me’ crazed narcissist ‘influencer’ website that they are victims – of black-ism, and ginger-ism, and thus pushing the money-grubbing PR smoke and mirrors ‘above reproach’ propaganda dynamic.

Ah well, perhaps this problematic and embarrassing brouhaha would not be a global reach newsworthy scandal issue if Harry had been raised to stop thinking with his bollocks instead of his brains (sic) – and not opted to marry some self-promoting, gold-digging three-hole slapper just cos she gave him a fair suck n swallow blow job, and simultaneous prostate massage.

So, WTF is a critical thinker to make of this semi-confessional, angry drunk, blame-shaming rant from Harry, the royal stoner; and his bullshit talk of 'reconciliation' with King Daddy III, and elder brother / King-in-Waiting, Prince of Wales, Willy - after Harry's concept of burying the hatchet was to embed it, craven style, deep in Willy's back. Yep, you've got it - Harry's lost the plot.

To wit, after viewing the antics of Harry n Meghan for the past few years, we, the public demographic at large, have formed a considered opinion that neither are IQ-appropriate to be doing anything on their own, and should be monitored and chaperoned by a responsible adult – preferably one with a background of supervisor rank at a mental health institution.

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UK Youth Can’t Afford to Fund Granny

In today's 'Let's Kick Some Ungrateful Offspring Ass' nasty news roundup we bring our readers the latest and greatest hot gossip topic: ‘Granny’s Gotta Go’ – a timely scandalous exposé of ‘short term memory syndrome’ 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 an ungrateful younger generation – or 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.

Who wants to hear the latest 'not-so' Happy New Year update regarding the UK’s state pension system? The previously stalled, then deferred, then ‘cancelled until next year’ old age state pensions guaranteed ‘Triple Lock’ is gonna be scrapped in 2023 – as – now get this: “younger people can't afford to keep funding old farts that are long past their working-earning tax-paying ‘contribution to economy’ usefulness”.

Well, ain’t that a nice sentiment to target Broken Britain’s state pensioner class with – after this very same Grandad and Grandma category, in the span of their working-earning / tax-paying and 'charitably-inclined' lives, ‘funded’ the NHS birthing of these ungrateful Millennials / Generation X wankers who, to all intents and purposes, appear to be no more than a couple of socio-political steps away from forcing legislation to pass a euthanasia bill in the House of Conmans and get shut of the Silent Generation / Baby Boomer oldie pensioner demographic of British society in one fell, homicidal, swoop – with these thankless, selfish twats collectively morphing into the Genocide Generation.

Yep, our old fart generation funded their NHS midwife deliveries into this world, and all NHS medical care and dentistry since - along with the state-funded educations - until they reached ‘work for a living’ tax-paying age.

This ‘fuck the oldies’ sentiment comes after the Tory Nasty Party’s Philip ‘Dandruff’ Hammond, a former ‘not fit for purpose’ Chancellor in Treason May’s EUSSR Remainiac-fixated ‘Walking Dead’ cabinet, challenged the sustainability of the triple lock last November.

Regardless of a key Conservative manifesto pledge promise to up the state pension ante every April on par with the highest of the previous September’s inflation, wage growth or 2.5%, the semi-mummified Hammond recently opined to one gutter press hack from the Daily Shitraker: “Is it really right that we should always up the state pension rate by the highest of wages, prices or by 2.5% when so many of these pensioners might well plead hardship and poverty, yet have pillow cases full of money stashed away under their beds?”

“Trashing this silly Triple Lock system will free up hard pressed government finances so we can supply more advanced weapons to the Ukrainians to fight off Russian aggression – and better house and care for the poor Albanian immigrants sailing across the Channel from France and landing on our south coast shore, cold and wet, and in need of a hot meal and a hotel room – and a pre-paid cell phone.”

https://www.gbnews.uk/news/state-pension-news-triple-lock-set-to-be-scrapped-next-year-younger-people-cant-keep-funding-the-old/417598

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Broken Britain to Become ‘Get Pissed’ Britain?

The gospel according to one party of self-interest hospitality venue investor, Broken Britain’s pricey pubs should be open 24/7 as the industry needs a desperate boost after two years of crappy Covid-1984 'stay home' lockdowns.

Twenty four hour pub openings are desperately required to rejuvenate Food Bank Britain’s hospitality industry, says Alan Miller, co-founder of the Cirrhosis Association.

Speaking to one gutter press hack from the Pissheads Gazette, Miller, a leading hospitality campaigner and owner of the Spewman Brewery in east London, urged thirsty Brits to contact their local councillors and demand extended opening hours in 2023.

“Blokes and folks who like to imbibe and enjoy a few pints down the local pub should petition their councillors that boozer venues need to be granted late night extensions, ‘cos there's no good reason why – in fact it’s scandalous - that the pubs have to shut their doors at 11pm, or on the Witching Hour’s stroke of Midnight, when every fucker and their dog are all having a good time, and a sing-song and knees-up.”

Records show in excess of 400 pubs closed their doors for good across England and Wales in 2022 – due a combination of rocketing energy bills and staff dropping like flies after receiving their Covid mRNA booster jabs – plus the boozing public being unable to afford the inflated price of a pint – with the likes of our once-sceptred isle’s best-selling Old Headbanger lager (9.5% ABV) costing £6-plus per pint of draught – when drinkers have the same pint can equivalents available on the shelves of their local Greedy Grocer supermarket, as exampled by Pestco, at £1:20p per can, when buying a one-dozen can case.

Oh my if Broken Britain ain’t screwed up enough – half the populace dying from Covid-1984 mRNA nano-shite vax jabs, the other half – or thereabouts - too fucked in the head to return to their place of employment after two years of this working from home fiasco – and now these wankers want the pubs open 24/7 and the entire population pissed outa their heads from dawn to dusk – and running up credit card debts to fund their nouveau alcoholic tendencies – unless Fishy Sunak does the same as a home heating subsidy and whacks out a barrow-load of ‘Stay Pissed’ payments, as opposed to ‘Stay Warm’.

https://www.gbnews.uk/news/pubs-should-be-open-24-hours-urges-expert-as-hospitality-industry-needs-desperate-boost/415782

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Unions Set to Cripple Broken Britain

The social media network airwaves are rife with rumours and speculation of a nation-wide general strike involving every fucker of employable age – including newspaper delivery boys - all poised and ready to ‘strike’ (sic / pun intended) - and set to kick start immediately, if not sooner – perhaps by the time you wake up tomorrow morning, to find no milk or bread or mail, or gutter press tabloid newspaper delivered - as a rolling wave 'negative dynamic' of industrial action intensifies, ready to batter and swamp Food Bank Britain in the opening days of the 2023 New Year.

One gormless Labour MP has stated for the public record that he personally is backing a general strike - claiming workers to be fully justified in shutting down the entire country while scrabbling for a whopping increase in pay, a three day week, longer holidays, and improved working conditions – even if doing so makes the greater working public demographic suffer in the process – as long as the unions get their message across to the Tory deaf ears government.

Hmmm, and so proclaimed the self-serving Khalid Mahmood MP, gobbing off to media hacks after the TUC’s newly-elected excuse for a leader, Paul Nowak, declared unions would coordinate strike action and shut Britain down - until Fishy Sunak’s Tory Nasty Party administration gave in to their money-grubbing demands.

Speaking exclusively to the Daily Shitraker, the pompous Mahmood declared: “I support the rights of union members to strike. If they want to coordinate that, they're totally at will to do so, and morph the entire shambles into a nation-wide general strike shut down – then this recession will really take off.”

The Kashmir-born Mahmood, New Labour’s MP for Brummystan’s Perry Como conshituency – (a job of work he attends to when not otherwise involved with repeated Parliamentary-expense funded employment tribunals - facing charges of religious discrimination against Jewish employees (£40,000 costs to taxpayer) – or the unfair dismissal of employees) - informed one gutter press hack during an interview with the Daily Shitraker that he, personally, as a signed-up member of Unite, would back a general strike – to see the Tory government brought to its knees - so New Labour might win an impromptu general election, and himself cop a cushy, ministerial post - doubling his current, bloated salary – and opening a swathe of expenses-padding and influence-peddling opportunities.

Mahmood’s ‘fuck the public’ comments may well be the harbinger of a ‘rolling wave’ of belligerent industrial offensives early in 2023, with unions coordinating strike actions to take place simultaneously, if their greed-inspired demands are not met – an act that will hopefully inconvenience the strikers as much as ourselves, the long-suffering common herd.

For the record, Paul Nowak, has assumed the leadershit post of the Trades Union Congress during the biggest outbreak of industrial unrest since – er - the last big outbreak of industrial unrest - with leaders of health, rail, civil service, teaching and postal unions all increasingly pissed off and frustrated at the lack of compliant submission from Tory government ministers to their Oliver Twist style demands for ‘More’.

Novak’s threats come as a legion of labour disciplines make ready to join the  strike action fervour sweeping our once-sceptred isle – with rail, bus, postmen and mail sorters, road traffic officers, nurses, ambulance workers and a pick n mix bag  of NHS (No Hope Service) staff now being joined by teachers, civil servants, National Highways workers, airport baggage handling layabouts, homeless charity employees, and the Border Force illegal migrant assistance staff - amongst others – up to, and including, Uncle Tom Cobley, and all - either staying in bed – or joining the picket protest lines (weather permitting).

Ah well, the long-suffering public of Broken Britain might be put out in the first instance, but throughout the course of history they quickly adapt to being fucked around and inconvenienced – like water off a duck’s back – (Viking invasions, King Alfred burns party cakes, Norman invasion 1066, Black Death plagues, mass excommunication, Protestant Reformation, Spanish Armada, civil war, loss of Empire, recession, World Wars (1 & 2), Labour’s Wilson devalues £, Covid-1984, galloping inflation, more recessions, unbridled illegal immigration.

So too, the public denizens have long memories, and ‘tis best the unions, seeking public approval and support, observe and contemplate that old tried and tested adage, of where ‘sympathy’ lies in the dictionary – squarely between ‘shit’ and ‘syphilis’.

https://www.gbnews.uk/news/general-strike-could-happen-within-months-as-rolling-wave-of-industrial-action-looks-set-to-batter-uk/414876

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