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.

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.

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

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.