Meghan’s Hack Pens Fairy Tales

Yep, the manky Meghan’s up-close n confidential buddy – none other than ‘pretty boy’ gutter press hack Omid Scumby - has done it again; and scribbled yet a second money-grubbing work of fabulist, speculative tripe, innuendo, deliberate exaggerations – plus outright porky pies – based and centred on the life & times Vaudeville act – (and back-stabbing antics) - of merry Montecito's wholly irrelevant exiled royals - Harry & Meghan Hewitt.

No shit, Sherlock -  that takes the effin’ biscuit.  Now we have a 'second front' libelous barrage of highly speculative - and offensive - exposé fiction, denigrating Britain’s ‘real and ruling' incumbent Saxe-Coburg und Gotha Royal Family - King Charlie Jug-Ears, the chain-smoking Queen Gorgonzilla, Prince Bald Willy Windsor, and his lazy-arsed better half, Katie Middleclass - from this self-confessed liar, Omid Scumby - which would, in saner days, before the petulant Woke snowflake culture became the societal norm - have seen Scumby tarred n feathered for such monarchical slanders – thus truly outfitted for his chosen role of the prize turkey.

It must be acknowledged that the credibility-deficient titled Sussex / Hewitt pair, and their scribbling hack accomplices, are turning out bodged bios and malicious royal scandal exposés faster than a Margate beach-front seagull can crap. But that’s life with Harry and Meghan – a truly immersive and self-delusional experience, that quickens and festers at an exponential rate.         

To wit, whatever saving graces the wibbling Harry might have once possessed - (if any) - are now corrupted beyond redemption, since the dawn of his toxic association with the narcissistic, drama queen, mingin Meghan.

Donning a cloak of unqualified arrogance, and describing itself as Meghan’s personal media pit bull attack dog – (woof, fucking woof!) - this self-promoting, scandal-mongering, limp-wristed, camp onanist, Omid Scumby, is now assuming the mantle of a know-all, see-all ‘royal biographer’ no less – and the unofficial media mouthpiece for California’s Lord & Lady Sussex – aka – the mendacious Meghan, and hare-brained Harry Hewitt.

What a self-delusional, money-grubbing leech – but in good company with Lady Sussex on that score – the half-chat Meghan; a so-typical low IQ / ‘five minute goggle box wonder’ B celebrity retard - (albeit kitted out with a nice arse, and blow job lips) - flogging her scandalous tales of woe to the highest bidder – with rumour abounding that Harry has promised Scumby to bestow him with a knighthood for his double-dose, two-book slandering of the Wicked Windsor gang – when he eventually becomes King, crowned Harry the First -- (of House Hewitt).

To wit, the only reason these ‘books’ (sic - works of illiterate dross) sell is due the fact the shit-fer-brains public get a hard-on for some celebrity – and better still, ‘royal’ – scandal exposé – as noted by the ginger-mingin Harry’s pathetic ‘Spare’ bio’ – a 416-page best-selling whine and whinge-a-thon tome viz his spoiled brat life as the red-headed cuckoo in the royal nest – plus much boastacious mentions of his ‘real men’ days as a RAF chopper pilot - chain-gunning lots of nasty Afghan civilians that looked a bit ‘Talibanish’ – with the entire caboodle obviously ghost-scribbled by some wordsmith functionary who can actually compose a coherent, literal sentence - and spell.

Well, both of these Hewitt ‘look at me’ lowlife wannabees - Harry and Meghan, are a quick study – and a passing glance is enough to establish they are both guilty of abuse of privilege - and possessed by an exaggerated sense of entitlement - as per Harry's current court case in Broken Britain - demanding 'entitlement' to personal security from the Met Plod Squad - qualified on the basis 'he went to war'.

So, for the record, and edification of the common herd readershits, who – or what – is this non-entity irrelevance, Omid Scumby (pronouns unknown)?

Purportedly sired by some tartan-kilted Scot, plus a touch of tarbrush DNA from Mummy Maryam’s Iranian side – who Scumby boasts is of aristocratic origins – perhaps related to the kleptomaniac, spendthrift ‘fake royals’ line family tree of the late dictator Shah, Mohammed Reza Palaver.

It is widely rumoured that the arrogant and obnoxious Scumby was bestowed with the less than complimentary sobriquet of the ‘Persian Poufter’ while ensconced - and literally ‘sweating it out’ - at Bauer Media’s gutter press / 'more at scent than substance' celebrity bullshit Heat magazine – (a low life arse-wipe publication) – with further media slurs circulating of Scumby’s rumoured incontinence – a prolapsed sphincter condition, no less - exacerbated due engaging in ‘forbidden delights’ with his LGBT-Q ‘big boy’ playmates – and French bulldogs.

Truth and integrity fall far short of any accepted level, even for a gutter press tabloid account of septic tank shit-raking ‘who said what and where’ toxic gossip - that might well breach the laws of libel – when the author (sic) did not even interview the main controversial subjects of these semi-fictional – and purely sensationalising - back-stabbing character assassinations of the British Royal Family.

This Omid Scumby character, at first sighting, obviously marked with some non-Anglo-Saxon taint in his jumbled genes – presents himself publicly by sporting the limp-wristed posture of an effeminate sodomite, signing copies of his Once Upon a Time fairy (sic) tale of the royal cuckoo – Prince Harry, the ginger-minging Duke of Hewitt - and his equally-irrelevant, IQ-deficient quadroon fancy bit – the egocentric Meghan.

And really, who gives a flying fuck viz the colour of Archie’s skin – he’s a passable whitey – same as his non-entity Mummy, Meghan – regardless of the kaffir in her genetic make-up.                               

It’s that ginger-mingin mop of hair which prompted Chazzer, Wills and Kate to raise the 'colour' question – for, alike Harry, Archie's a carbon copy of his equally ranga grand-daddy, Capt. James Hewitt – horse riding ‘companion’ (sic) to the late, and much missed, People’s Princess - Lady Di’.

The Hewitt's self-promoting ‘look at us’ Duke n Duchess of Sussex fake royal show-off displays are morphing into a pattern of repeated self-destructive behaviour. But there again neither of the self-delusional twats is too smart – for Harry was definitely stood behind the door when the triple figure IQ’s were handed out – whereas ‘thick as pig shit’ Meghan had actually left the building.

Stop press: HRH King Charles III of England declined to pass comment on the insignificant Scumby’s latest slanderous work of scandal – (a direct commission from the hands - and lips - of Meghan and Harry to destabilise and smear Britain’s monarchical institution) – as he was otherwise engaged – er – ironing his shoe laces.

Hmmm, viz the slanderous attacks on the ‘real Royals’ on behalf of the venomous wannabee, Meghan; doubtless Herr Scumby’s name will be henceforth dropped from the invites list for the 2024 Buckingham palace garden party – and passed to MI6’s '00 'fatal accidents' assassination team.

Ergo, a word to the wise, for Meghan (and Harry) – in the interests of self-preservation. If ever playing the tourist bit – in Paris – stay well clear of the freak accident-prone Pont de l’Alma tunnel.

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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 with socio-political satire - may also contain traces of slight exaggeration, modest porkies, misaligned references, 5G electrosmog radiation, and a chemtrail residue of genetically-modified nano-particle bush telegraph innuendo.

A Merry Muslim Xmas to All

Sectarian 'jolly jihad' fracas breaks out at Aldi supermarket in Hounslow, West London.

    

Strains of the fall of Jerusalem and the Last Crusade.

Yep, Thanksgiving Thursday takes on a violent air of the next day’s Black Friday - with the Festive ‘Season’s Greetings’ message, plus the ‘Peace and Goodwill to All Men on Earth’ embrace thy neighbour mood descending into a free-for-all punch-up.

Wow, no shit, Sherlock. More at Violent Night than Silent Night.

Ergo, the paper-hurling female’s hijab head coverings and burqa dress sort of identifies the creed and intolerant ideology of the split-arsed, pugilist scallies, and add a wholly new meaning to a Merry Muslim Christmas - and in a heathen Christian host nation too – specifically grabbing rolls of Xmas pressie wrapping paper to batter their infidel opponents.

A lesson to the wise: Think twice viz Xmas shopping at Aldi.

Brilliant 'action-packed' video urls pasted below. (violent content warning for Woke snowflakes)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v_zPNMuz8JQ

https://metro.co.uk/2023/11/22/shoppers-throw-christmas-wrapping-paper-aldi-brawl-19864437/

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Tory Spot the Pothole - Silly Tie Competition

         Fishy Sunak's 'Seven League Boots' - loaned from Coco the Clown

Rwanda Strikes Back

Yep, the banner headline says it all. Well, at least it cops the essence of Rwanda’s injured sensibilities viz political opponents to the half-arsed (failed?) and legally-opposed Tory plan to deport Channel-hopping illegal immigrants from Broken Britain to the notorious African nation state, referring to it as Genocide Central – simply due the fact that back in the mists of history (er – 1994) the Hutu and Tutsi tribes got into a wee bit of a civil warfare type machete-waving disagreement – with some 800,000 Tutsis being massacred – along with 10,000-plus of the minority Twa pygmy tribes-folk butchered too - just for good measure.

Hmmm, and who can blame Kigali’s ruling politicos, and President Paul Kagame, for their furious response to the  UK Supreme Court's derogatory swipe at their country – (“We take our humanitarian responsibilities seriously”) – for labelling it ‘Genocide Central’ – regardless of the fact the shit fer brains Tory gang have paid Kagame’s government an estimated £140 million nicker - up front – (in tax-payer funds / for what exactly?) - to prepare the groundwork for Rwanda to accept the legions of deported rubber boat migrants – with none ever arriving there to date.

Really, who the fuck is in charge of tinkering with this Tory Party circus – Wallace and Gromet? Wile E. Coyote?

For a fact the so-recently-fired Home Secretary, Spewella Braveheart, was right – and Fishy Sunak was - is – and remains - wrong – with a large capital W – due his sacking ‘the woman’ (sic – pronouns unknown) - over a breach of that unwritten political decree - telling the Truth viz this ‘stop the boats’ / Rwanda deportation ‘circus without a tent’ – especially to the ears of the exaggeration-inclined mass media – and broadcast to the greater arena of the unwashed proletariat.

Fer Christ’s sake, we’re living on a limited space island – Pax Britannica - not the entire spread of continental Europe - and stuck for breathing space ourselves.  

45,755 rag-arsed, asylum-imposter illegals came ashore in 2022 – and that’s just the ones who were caught. In October 2023, the head count was 23,375, so far.

Okay, Braverman might be out of a cabinet job, but the feisty bitch is kicking up a storm of back bench dissent.

In a blistering letter to PM Sunak, she states he has repeatedly failed on key policies and broken pledges to her, regarding immigration.

Oh well, so much for Fishy’s recent Tory cabinet re-shuffle psychodrama. But shuffling that collection of political irrelevancies is on a par with stirring a septic tank and expecting the shit to smell sweeter.

To wit, this entire boat people / asylum seeker brouhaha has turned into a pantomime. The Channel-crossing hordes of illegal immigrants are departing safe destination France – to reach Food Bank Britain.

Why? Cos Britain’s an easier soft touch for welfare beggars and kowtows to ECHR laws and regulations – even though we are no longer part n parcel of that nest of Brussels / EUSSR graft and corruption-ridden fascist dictatorship - so Brussels – and  Strasbourg - can go kiss our Anglo-Saxon arses.

Fishy Sunak’s government asylum retrenchment plan to deport migrants to Rwanda – apart from being totally bizarre and flying in the face of common sense and logic – has now, finally, been ruled unlawful by the Supreme Court.

Ergo, why Rwanda in the first place? Why not Tierra del Fuego – or get NASA to drop them off on the Moon?

How about this one -  have the Border Patrol dump them back on the French beach from whence they set off?

Even more appropriate – back to their country of origin – if it is a safe haven, and not quite the torture n butchery ‘Genocide Central’ – that Rwanda was in 1994.

(Reviewing past events, Rwanda’s not a safe third country for asylum seeking refugees – nor is it exactly a safe place for Rwandans, come to that).

Why on earth don't we revert to our once tried n tested practice – as the Dutch continue to do - and actually process people here promptly - and if they're genuine and legal, grant them asylum. If they're not genuine cases nor legal, ship them back. As opposed to this farcical, this ludicrous, headline-grabbing nonsense viz ‘we're going to deport you to Rwanda’.”

Rwanda, indeed? Why not simply dispatch them back, post haste, to their point of origin – France / beaches of Normandy – or better still, place of birth – and if they refuse to turn their overloaded rubber boats around and head back the way they came – simply warn them –“if you set foot ashore here, we’ll deport you to Rwanda – in Cannibal Land.”

Fer fuck’s sake, forget the bleeding hearts / Woke joke ‘poor asylum seeker’ claptrap. If they’re intentionally attempting to sneak into a foreign country, and landing on a British beach, sans valid visa, then they’re illegals – hence committing a criminal act – hence subject to arrest, detention, and automatic deportation. Case closed.

Yet what we have is: oh, hang on, as a half-inflated rubber duck, with six Albanian teenage scallies hanging off it, has just made landfall at Beachy Head, with the Border Patrol handing out beakers of Costa coffee and bacon butties, and pre-paid cellphones, so they can call home and say ‘Insha’Allah, we’ve landed safely’.

23,375 to date? Better make it 23,381 - and refoulement issues be buggered, thanks to human rights whingers.

Really, WTF is all this humanitarian and injustice brouhaha about? We have hordes, legions, in fact, of visa-deficient, undocumented foreign scallies coming ashore on the south coast beaches of our once-sceptred isle of Albion, - whose only hands-out words of English are ‘Welfare’, ‘Cellphone’, and ‘Airbnb’ - and are mandated to put them up in hotels – in accordance with some half-arsed EUSSR court of human rights and wrongs ruling that we can’t simply sink them as they float into British sector waters (and self-stab their own rubber boat pontoons) – as per previous invaders, such as the Spanish Armada.

Then we get all this human rights and wrongs brouhaha viz granting them refugee status – single blokes of military age – or processing their ‘applications’ (sic) and granting them a National Insurance number, free housing, and weekly social security handouts – or fly them off to Rwanda. Yep, Rwanda – who the fuck thought that one up?

One shakes the proverbial head and wonders, specially so when the simple solution is, as the Border Patrol boats pick them up (rescue) when they reach British waters – or land on a British beach – is to load them back onto the Border Patrol boats – at gunpoint if so required, then go drop them off on the very same French beach they departed from.

Ergo, return to sender.

Next we have the Archbishop of Cunterbury spouting off to gutter press hacks that he hopes the government will "reflect and reconsider its approach" to its asylum policy, following the High Court’s condemnation of the piss-pot ‘Rwanda solution’.

The Most Reverend Justin Wobbly - senior bishop of the Church of England – is of a personal mind that the court ruling "leaves our response to desperate people fleeing conflict and persecution in a state of limbo".

Fleeing what, exactly? The safe haven shores of la belle Francaise? Yeah, for soft touch Broken Britain – aka Fishy Sunak’s Handouts Happy Home.

Meanwhile, Broken Britain’s ‘current’ Labour Party political leader, ‘Sir Keir’ Stammerer, this week revisited, for the benefit of salivating news hacks, his all-new / latest n greatest brownie points winning plan to tackle illegal migration - which is expected involve a cross-border approach to dealing with nasty, foreign crime gangs – by seeking an EUSSR-wide returns agreement with Brussels for asylum grifters who arrive in Food Bank Britain – when Sir Keir and his Labour government are running the show – (should by some unlikely fluke Labour win a 2024 general election) - agreeing to accept a quota of legal migrants from Europe each year.

Bollocks, we say. Apprehend them as they land and set foot on Blighty’s sacred shores – then, as undocumented, illegal immigrants – the majority of which are not of European origins - stick them in an actual immigration holding facility and ship the fuckers back from whence they came – faster than shit through a proverbial goose – and fuck the EUSSR’s Brussels autocrats, and the ECHR – we are no longer part of that European clusterfuck club.

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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 with socio-political satire - may also contain traces of slight exaggeration, modest porkies, misaligned references, 5G electrosmog radiation, and a chemtrail residue of genetically-modified nano-particle bush telegraph innuendo.

Knives Out: Tory Cabinet Massacre

OMG! – and WTF? – all in one sentence. Food Bank Britain - formerly Broken Britain - now falls in the category of a failed state Banana Republic – that has to import its bananas.

We start off this post- Armistice Day with the Tory Nasty party’s head honcho, Fishy Sunak, staging a surprise cabinet office re-shuffle – which has morphed into more of a St Valentine’s Day massacre.

In the eyes of those astute individuals naturally bestowed with a gift of honed political cognisance, the Tory Nasty Party leadershit has gone bonkers – firing Spewella Braveheart for displaying the brazen hubris to express an unpopular Truth – specifically stating the way it is – by not only dissing the despised mass media and their tofu-gobbling Wokerati readershit– but so too the Government’s official line of denial, with regard to the kowtowing, knee-bending, Woke joke national Plod Squad playing left-wing / right wing favouritism – and being a corrupt bunch of opinionated and biased onanists – for picking their personal favourites viz the socio-political protest circuit’s anarchy front liners – the Just Stop Traffic gang - or the pro-Palestine ‘peace’ (sic) activists.

And that, folks – is the national heart-felt, low esteem, opinion of our Woke joke Plod Squad.

Bravo, Sir Robert Peel must be turning in his grave.

Meanwhile, to perhaps seal Spewella’s fate with an ‘Et tu, Brutus?’ dagger in the lower rib cage, the short, dumpy, and wholly irrelevant, Tory party ex-chairperson and life peer, Baroness Seedy Warthog, informed gutter press hacks that, in her unqualified and biased opinion, Home Secretary Spewella Braveheart had lit the touch paper and ignited community tensions with her remarks viz the Armistice Day culture clash between genuine veterans, pro-Palestinian peace marchers, anti-oil activists, and the Met Plod Squad.

Then, to add further insult to injury, Fishy Sunak pulled a lateral promotion gear shift, and shoved Jimbo Not-So-Clever behind Spewella’s Home Suckretary desk – and a politically unemployed, non-Parliamentarian, Posh Dave Scameron – just bestowed with an Baronetcy peerage so he can set his bony arse down – with constitutional legality - into Mr Clever Clog’s Foreign Office chair - as Lord Dave.

Scameron, really? Oh my, what a poor choice – considering all the venal political baggage he comes with – a Tory equivalent of New Labour’s ‘Dark Side’ Iraq war crimes leader, Tony Bliar - for the so-recently entitled 'Lord' Posh Dave too comes dragging a trail of controversial and corrupt baggage attached to the tails of his morning coat.

Yep, Lord Scameron, the bloke who gave a thumbs-up for the Brexit referendum (convinced it would be a NO vote); or his questionable involvement with the Greensill Crapital lobbying / financial scandal - or the more at scent than substance stooge act for some ‘Golden Era’ trade relationship with the Middle Kingdom (People’s Utopia of China) - or his okaying of invasive military action against Libya – which turned it into the Third World failed state mess it is today – and, more so, if he is to sit in behind the Foreign Sec’s desk, his career record as an arse-kissing apologist and Zionist stooge for the rogue state of Israel should bar him from any such foreign policy appointment.

In hindsight it shall be reckoned a tragic oversight that this cabinet re-shuffle wasn’t kick started with Fishy Sunak being hoofed out of the door of Number 10, followed by that smirking, smarmy twat, Jeremy Hunt; along with a stream of other equally useless – and totally irrelevant - dog wankers.

The new Job Centre Plus list so far.

The dumpy Therese Coffey, Minister for Fly Tipping, has got the boot, and will henceforth be part-time Minister for Tom Cat Affairs.

Schools Minister Nick Gibb, and the piranha-jawed Housing Minister, Rachel Maclean (the sixth in three years?) – are both out on their proverbial arses – with the ginger-mingin Lee Rowley taking over the housing ministry – the 16^th to do so since the Tory gang entered government in 2010 – and still we have scores of homeless bods rough-sleeping – due the fact the Tories have all vacant houses, hostels and hotels crammed full of illegal Channel-crossing foreign scroungers.

Health Minister Steve Barclay also goes, along with spare Health Minister, Neil O’Brien – and the back-up Health Minister, Will Quince – which sort of makes sense, as Britain obviously doesn’t need ‘three’ health ministers - and Barclay, now taking up the vacant post of Minister for Landfills – while Victoria ‘Witchipoo’ Atkins will single-handedly assume responsibility for all three Health Minister roles - but with Andrea Leadweight acting as the Health Minister’s Little Helper.

Gone too is Transport Minister Jesse Norman, and Paymaster General, Jeremy Quin, while ex-Party Chair, Greg Hands, takes on the Ministry for Gloves.

Fresh appointments and shufflings include: Claire Coutinho – Minister for Zero; Robert Jenrick, Minister for Illegal Immigrant Welcoming Parties; Alister Jack, Secretary of State for Kilt & Bagpipe Affairs; Lord Nick True, Minister for Porky Pies; Penny Morbid, Leader of the Conmans; and ‘Slimy Simon’ Hart, Minister for Whippings & Flagellation.  

To wit, a warning to the wise, for these new hire and re-shuffled cabinet office bodies: observe and mark well Spewella’s downfall – and keep your gobs shut – for in her delusional arrogance, she failed to engage brain before opening mouth, and talking a crock of shite – and worse still, publicly stating a steady stream controversial remarks and unpalatable Truths – specifically dissing the Met Plod Squad - plus her demented claim that being homeless was a lifestyle choice - a statement wholly contradicted by the cold and wet homeless communities of Broken Britain.

As to the gutter press news pundits, what a joke. While berating Spewella Braveheart’s ‘menopausal madness’ choice of words to describe the Met Plod Squad as a bunch of tendentious bigots, the broken Beeb’s venomous Laura Kuntssberg passed an arrogant, and unqualified, anti-Spewella opinion that: "... I think words do matter, and it does matter very much who sits around the Cabinet Office table.”

Yeah, so true. The Abrahams ££££ donations, and ‘Cash for Honours’ / ‘Pound a Peerage’ / ‘Cash for Influence’ scandals – and the illegal military invasion of Iraq come immediately to mind.

All the above occurred on the New Labour government ‘cabinet office’ watch of the honest and upright likes of Lord Peter Scandalson – (aka Vermin in Ermine), Slime Minister Tony Bliar, Jack Straw, and last resort PM, Gordon ‘Incapability’ Broon – along with a host of Labour’s equally corrupt and incompetent others.

Ergo, rock on the next general election – and we view that spectacle with ominous foreboding, as the only likely opposition is the Keir Stammerer-led New Labour Party – and on a par with the Tory gang – as much use as tits on a bull – when it comes to managing and governing the socio-economic-political interests of Britain, and the welfare of our population.

https://www.gbnews.com/politics/remembrance-day-protests-suella-braverman

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Loose Lips Nadine Fingers Dr No

Dr No, eh?

Never, no way!  Not for one second do we believe this scandalous, mass media event public exposé by Nadine Dorries is actually a negative reference, purposely targeting the exalted right-wing - and 'holier-than-thou' Tory apparatchik, Dougie Smith, the unofficial - (and unelected) - Tory cabinet office Minister for Doing Nasty Shit & Paybacks – (plus the occasional arson job).

Albeit, truth be told, even at 61 years of age, Dreadnaught Doug – aka ‘Wolfie’ - is still 'rumoured' to be a student of the Machiavellian ‘Dark Arts’ – and a control freak danger to himself - and every other 'lesser mortal' politico – (and pet rabbit) - he comes into contact with - thus remains a social pariah around Worstminster, and inside the House of Conmans, due his notoriety – for, among sins various, a past gun-slinging arrest, and putting out a hit contract on a former leg-over’s new amour.

Edinburgh born, maybe, but ‘Dirty Dossier’ Doug, this Septic Scot of the Shadows, bears a not too complimentary reputation that comes across more as the archetype Gorbals Gangster – a veritable razor-slashing, paranoid psychotic scrote, who evolved into a Tory cloak n dagger merchant - Doug the Thug – the 'psycho SpAd' who decides who sits on the Downing Street throne of honour – and for how long – and impolitely informed the thatch-haired incumbent PM, none other than Bonkers Boris de Piffle Ataturk Nonsense himself: “Time’s up, Bozo, for your resignation. It’s Fishy Sunak’s turn to play God”. 

Now, even at 60-odd years of age, this former fixer for the five star ‘swinging sex’ Fever Party crowd, still snorting a ‘high’ of unqualified arrogance, bears the essence of menace of a political hit man.

Not a bloke to trust to care for your pet rabbit – pet anything, really - while you’re away at a party conference, and kissing some WEF / Great Reset panjandrum’s fat arse.

See you, Jimmy.

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-12704459/Nadine-Dorries-new-book-Plot.html

https://www.express.co.uk/news/politics/1831051/dougie-smith-sex-parties-downing-street

International Headbanging Tournament Latest

Broken Britain’s ‘current’ New Labour Party political leader, ‘Sir Keir’ Stammerer, this week revisited, for the benefit of salivating news hacks, his ‘all-new, latest and the greatest’ plan to control illegal immigration - which is expected involve a cross-border approach to tackling nasty, foreign crime gangs – by seeking an EUSSR-wide returns agreement with Brussels for asylum grifters who arrive in Food Bank Britain – once Sir Keir’s Labour government is in charge – (should by some unlikely fluke, Labour win the 2024 general election) - agreeing to accept a quota of legal migrants from Europe each year.

Bollocks, we say - apprehend them as they land and dare set foot on Blighty’s sacred shores – then as undocumented, illegal immigrants – the majority of which are not of European origin - stick them in an actual immigration holding facility and ship the fuckers back from whence they came – faster than shit through a proverbial goose – and fuck the EU and Brussels – we are no longer part of that European clusterfuck club..

Yep, righteous national indignation and outrage deservedly slaps our not-fit-for-purpose Tory government, for hosting hordes of male, ‘military age’ illegal infidel migrants, who continue to pursue their hell bent crossings of the Channel in rubber boats, then purposely, holding zero affinity with British customs or our way of life - or a will to integrate, defecate on sacred traditions and culture.

Hmmm, can no fucker or their dog not sniff the air, and predict the dangers to our national security, rule of law and order, and cohesive, social fabric, with allowing these legions of military age, combat-ready, males ashore – along with the possible Islamic Jihadi terrorist implications viz this invasion?

WTF has happened to our once upon a time ‘vaunted’ Border Force? Their sole purpose today appears to be rescuing ‘wetbacks’ from Davy Jones' locker – then, kindly kitting them out with waterproofs, blankets and life jackets – and that’s before they make landfall and start running up ‘asylum seeker’ hotel accommodation and food bills?

So too is this ‘invasion’ of social welfare scroungers welcomed by the Woke joke cult’s snowflakes, and the celeb’ culture ranks. Really, who give a flying fuck viz such unqualified opinions – and the vacuous pontificating - parroting on, in verbal diarrhoea fashion; which simply manifests as a display of verbose intellectualism.

God bless the British taxpayer for funding this soft touch inept government – and escalating our financial and social problems - on the grounds of EUSSR / Brussels human rights compliance.

Oh my, just shake your heads in disbelief at the lack of border patrol / government inaction in allowing ashore – then housing and feeding – the droves of unwashed illegal migrants crossing the Channel in rubber boats – and get ready to shake your head some more – for guess who compiled the European Convention on Human Rights – none other that the WEF Great Reset globalist architects – Satan Klaus Schlob & Co – who are hell bent on polluting – and diluting – diminishing in all aspects of sovereign identity, the national cultures and populations of Europe.

Que? First it’s the BLM agitators, hands-out, with palms up - and demanding reparations for the period of trans-Atlantic African slave trade that might – or might not – have ‘negatively’ affected their ancestors – or some fucker an ancestor might have known, and exchanged Xmas cards with.

Now we have East African black voice calls for King Chazzer, during his trip to Kenya, to apologise for the centuries-past excesses of Britain’s international ‘robber baron’ trading corporations that founded and formed the commerce and grand wealth of the Empire - (one upon which the Sun never set) – with a helping iron hand from the British Army (for wiping out Kenya’s Mau-Mau white baby-chopping terrorists).

WTF next viz this Woke joke political correctness cult – further ridiculous demands for apologies, and compensation handouts, for historic wrongs committed by unknown ancestors – or corporations that no longer exist?

Sorry folks, under the revised rules of common sense and logic, the statute of limitations for breaches of etiquette by colonial whitey panjandrums - (displays of bad manners, land thefts, murder, and small scale genocide) - such as Cecil Rhodes, has long since expired.

Applying the very same skewed logic approach, are the LGBT+Q - and pervy trans-gender bender - communities to demand from the Protestant Archbishop of Cunterbury, and the Roman Catholic Pope Francis, in the Vatican, that they, as God Almighty’s right-hand, mortal Christian representatives on Earth, do henceforth petition the ‘Big Guy’ (no, not Joe Biden) to personally apologise (and agree to mega-bucks cash compo’ payments) - for His ‘smiting’ – with brimstone and fire - of the corn-holing, gay lifestyle populations of Sodom and Gomorrah – as evidenced in black n white in the pages of the Old Testament’s Genesis 19?

Really, how far is this Woke joke cult’s reparations ‘payback’ insanity going to reach?

Okay, after an unlucky thirteen years as the top dogs in the House of Conmans, and seizing the lease on Downing St., the Tory nasty party are as much use as tits on a bull, and as far as the voting public of Food Bank Britain are concerned, ‘Time’s Up’ – while the self-delusional New Labour gang, under Sir Keir Stammerer, are going to fall foul of the Ghosts of Elections Past – due the venal lies and sins of Tony Bliar, Lord Peter Scandalson of the Felchers, and Gordon ‘Beam Me Up Scotty’ Broon.

But for Stammerer, the schisms and rifts are deep inside his own party structure - like death watch beetle ticking away - with Mishy-Mashy Rahman, who sits on Labour's ruling National Executive Committee, tossing his personal ten-pennyworth of criticism at Sir Keir into the ring of public opinion, and demanding an official inquiry into party-orientated Islamophobia – which manifests as quite the reversal of sectarian hatred, considering it was but ‘only yesterday’ - in the annals of a history of political hypocrisy - that Stammerer was slagging off the-then leftie Labour leader, Jeremy Corbyn, with accusations of racism and tolerating anti-Semitism in the party – which apparently upset their moneybags Zionist donors.

WTF next, might we speculate under Sir Flip-Flop Stammerer – Buddhist-beatings, or Catholic-kickings – a rehash of the Gordon Riots – or old lady pensioners, with a squint and a black cat, man-handled and subjected to a session on a canal-bank ducking stool - to force a confession of witchcraft?

Siemens is a German (and ex-Nazi war machine facilitator) multi-national conglomerate, which, in addition to spinning a ‘King’s Ransom’ figure of annual global revenue - that surpassed 72 billion Euros in 2022 - so too remains a pillar company under the aegis of Satan Klaus Schlob’s World Economic Forum,  whose sole autocratic intent is to use Siemens to flip the world into a format of 24/7 panopticon surveillance Technocracy.

Hmmm, therein lies a problem. The WEF-proposed plan won’t work - for such insidious scams never work, as might be claimed on the New World Order brand packet.

Whenever Technocracy lays its morbid fingers on a free market economy, the rot immediately sets in - alike a Biblical leper washing what remains of his feet in a church’s holy water font – it turns stagnant.

The entire net zero carbon, clean n green economy is in the primary stages of a free-fall collapse, but Siemens & co are under orders to commit corporate self-harm, and continue to throw good money after bad, promoting the green agenda until a financial stranglehold grips them by the short n curlies,, and they have one foot in the bankruptcy court.

Look close, with a scrupulous eye, and ignore the mass media bullshit. This current venally-manipulated conflict with Hamas is all part n parcel of Bobo Nuttyahoo’s Likit Party’s pro-Zionist ‘resettlement’ (aka ‘final solution’) long term agenda – to solve their Hamas / Palestinian problem, via a route of maximum disruption, chaos and death - and turn Gaza into a graveyard.

 Ergo, if the hapless Palestinians are not marginalised and divested of their homeland – and suffering persistent oppression enough already - the Israeli usurpers are on a mission to further dispossess the rightful Palestinian owner-residents of the besieged and shrunken Gaza Strip – pretty much in accord with Satan Klaus Schlob’s WEF Great Reset agenda - wherein the Palestinians ‘vill own nutink’ – and be happy (we don’t think) as they are forced out of Gaza and into Egypt – a purported, sustainable plan that aligns with the economic and geopolitical interests of a thermo-nuclear arsenal equipped Zionist Israel, and the US – with their corrupt, running dog stooge, Egyptian Pharaoh, Fatso el-Sissy Boy – copping all manner of foreign back-handers to facilitate the re-settlement of Gaza’s population in the bleak confines of the Sinai Peninsula’s desert wastelands – as a staging area for their eventual ‘diaspora’ into the good ole US of A and Europe.

Anyone want to know WTF comes next - a couple of years down the amnesiac political memory road? The entire Palestinian Muslim population of the West Bank will be uprooted and forced out to the same dodgy, desert / foreign destinations via some similar Hamas style false flag sneak attack expedited by the Shin Beth or Mossad psychos to justify a repeat Gaza style ethnic cleansing session – (currently resembling the bomb-devastated German city of Dresden circa 1944 / 45) – and the eviction of the remainder of the Palestinian population – to join their Gaza Strip brethren in Egypt – or elsewhere.

Then, finally, after all this time, since 1948, Palestine will be Israel, the Promised Land – from the Jordan River to the Western Sea - and maybe the Ashkenazi-Zionist interlopers will then be happy - albeit the record of history to date says no - Lebanon, Syria, Jordan and the Sinai shall fall bit by bit to the greedy Zionist cult.

Broken Britain – on a par with their colonial cousins, the good ole US of A, are jointly – among a host of equally venal other Zionist arse-licking Western states - backing Israel and sending all manner of blood n guts weaponry, and assorted military support, to the nasty bully rogue state – while, in 180 degree contrast, Western charity groups are all over the airwaves, internet, and print media with their begging bowls for donations for the Palestinian population of the besieged Gaza enclave – to buy food n blankets n tents for the dispossessed refugees fleeing to the south of the Gaza Strip littoral to avoid IDF bombings (some chance).

What they should be requesting donations for is ready cash and crypto funds to hire the Russian Wagner group mercenaries on a ‘paid by results’ contract – to set up camp in Gaza and hoof the Ashkenazi-Zionist IDF psychos out – along with the US and British special forces teams who are there, on the ground, and embedded with IDF units, to upgrade their ‘fish in a barrel’ real fire training experience.

In accordance with the political agenda of the Insulate Britain activist gang, a hare-brained scheme is being bandied to wrap our entire island nation up in a fleece, then no fucker or their proverbial dog shall require GCH or a mega-bucks heat pump.

Oh my, here we go again – same old shite. Autumn starts to set in, darker evenings; blustery, wet weather for a few days, and voila – wear your face mask n get your latest Covid-1984 variant vaxx booster shots – guaranteed to be loaded with bio-weapon grade nano-crap and spike proteins – toxic enough to kill off an entire 8 to 80 age group with cardio-failure symptoms – then systematically blame it on ‘poor diet and lifestyle choices’.

How’s this for a spot of damning financial data-mongering? 365,164 shoplifting offences were recorded by Food Bank Britain’s Plod Squad in the 2023 year, to June – up 25% on the previous 12 months.

Yep, for those with an eye for math, that’s one thousand per day – (in a non-Leap Year)  – cases – that came to the attention of the Plods – let alone the total if the same number – or more – evaded detection and arrest.

Okay, WTF do those figures reveal – that the national consumer-centric population have turned into a bunch of light-fingered kleptomaniacs?

Or the government ain’t fit for purpose, for allowing the national economy, and value of the £ Sterling, to sink lower than a snake’s bollocks – that the common herd can’t afford the bare necessities of life – (such as the discount subscription cost of their monthly Sky phone / Netflix television package).– so are forced to go out and steal such ‘must have’ items as a litre bottle of Prosecco, a six pack of Old Headbanger lager, and a family-sized Chicken Kiev & Rice Ready Meal, from their local Pestco Greedy Grocer supermarket?

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