In this morning’s ‘Enhanced Overkill’ edition we bring you the latest and greatest in scandal-mongering hot gossip from Anarchy Central’s 24/7 Truth & Rumour Mill – with dispatches hand forged and crafted into bespoke satire to tempt the palates of all budding nihilists and career revolutionaries who carry the immortal bloodline of the rebel sons of Belial.
Obviously bored and frustrated with a surprise festive season lull in Clackmannanshire's customary crime wave, Police Scotland, upon receiving a singular complaint from a cranky resident at a block of flats in downtown Alloa that a neighbour's telly was too loud, launched an all-out real time melodrama exercise that involved ten police vehicles, four ambulances, the riot squad and a pack of rabid plod dogs – along with Uncle Tom McCobley and all.
This bonkers excessive reaction at 01:30 hours in the middle of the night led to an eight-and-a-half hour siege when the occupants of the Knobhead Grove apartment politely told police to 'fuck off' as they were busy watching a hilarious pirate download copy of the latest episode of Today in Parliament, starring the Scottish Nonce Party's all-new First Minister comedy act, Nicola 'Zira' Sturgeon - and ended with four people being arrested under the statutes of the freshly-legislated 2015 Noisy Telly Act – and the aforesaid flat screen goggle box being unplugged and confiscated at 09.45am by DI Angus McTwatt, the Operation Overkill commander – along with several other expensive electrical appliances that will doubtless end up at Cash Converters under the classification of 'spoils of war'.
Candida Mingerot, the spokeswoman for TaxPayer-Scotland, opined to one press hack from the Police State Gazette that "The plods are right to investigate a noise complaint, of course, but this fucking fiasco is a joke beyond words – an all-night siege with an army of uniformed morons and barking dogs for a noisy telly when they've been told that the occupant of the flat is hearing impaired to the point of being stone deaf."
"You'd think these blue uniformed plonkers would have better things to do with their time – such as arresting nonces."
And quite right too, Candida. WTF gives with these clowns? They put a house – actually an apartment / flat – under siege on the strength of a singular complaint the occupant's telly was too loud – yet they're incapable (refuse to) investigate the blatant 1985 assisted suicide / murder of Willie McRae – a vile criminal act instigated by the PTB to silence his intended exposure – naming and shaming - of the Magic Circle pederast / catamite culture that infests and blights Nonceland's graft and corruption-ridden political scene.
More to the point Police Scotland further refuse to investigate historic cases of the sexual abuse, serial rape and Satanic ritual blood sacrifice of defiled special needs and disabled children (Google Hollie Greig scandal / Aberdeen 'untouchable' Masonic paedophile ring) – and instead arrest, prosecute and imprison moral-minded Sasenach crusaders such as Robert Green who would expose these crimes – on orders from on high – the SNP (Scottish Nonce Party) dominated Holyrood Parliament and Crown Office – to protect their vile Masonic fraternity's Speculative Society / Violate BD/SM Club sodomite / paedophile cult membership.
This is the self same Magic Circle of corrupt secret handshake fraternity scumsters that, with Lord 'Doug the Slug' Cullen in charge, covered up the Dunblane Primary School massacre in 1996 when the Masonic uber-creepy cunt paedo Boy Scout pimp, Thomas Watt Hamilton, who for some never to be explained reason, possessed more legally licensed firearms than the Stirling Territorial Army barracks, went into total psycho mode - and the rest is history – with a 100 year gagging order on Cullen's report.
Once more, in 1991, as a direct consequence of the now-notorious Operation Planet and prosecutions relating to acts of drugging and sodomising young boys 'on loan' from care homes, an internal study paper was produced by The Crown Office that sought to establish a rationale for, and the extent to which, the protections offered by Common Law could be circumvented, and statute law ignored - so as to legalise their shagging of underage rent boys (see Douglas Haggarty / SLAB / Demon of St Enoch's).
Alas, to this day, these same nonce-ponce bumboy / kiddie fiddling deviant bastards rule the roost in creepy Caledonia. And that about sums up the moral worth of the reigning Scottish establishment mandarins: scum of the Earth.
http://uncyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/Scottish_National_Party
Allergy warning: This article was composed in a known propaganda-infested area - and whilst purposely blending high octane irreverence, slanderous allegations and unbridled conjecture with wild rumour 'and' hard public interest factoids - may also contain traces of slight exaggeration, modest porkies, misaligned references and lashings of bush telegraph innuendo.
http://rustyskewednewsviews.blogspot.co.uk/2015/01/nonceland-plod-squad-goes-gaga_10.html
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Saturday, 10 January 2015
Thursday, 8 January 2015
UKIP's Farage Slammed: for Telling Truth
In today’s ‘Political Ignorance’ edition we bring you the latest and greatest in scandal-mongering hot gossip from Anarchy Central’s 24/7 Truth & Rumour Mill – with dispatches hand forged and crafted into bespoke satire to tempt the palates of all budding nihilists and career revolutionaries who carry the immortal bloodline of the rebel sons of Belial.
The governing (sic) Libservative / Con-Dem (calls the fuckers what you will) Coalition Deputy Slime Minister Mick 'Forked Tongue' Clogg, has slammed UKIP leader, the indestructible Nigel Barrage – for 'telling it the way it is' – truth first and bullshit besides.
Clogg accused Mr Barrage of attempting to make political points following yesterday's false flag terror attack shootings in Paris which, according to corrupt media sources, reportedly killed twelve people – when he stated that the attack by suspected ISIS death cult terrorists on a Jolly Jihad mission against the Charlie Hebdo satirical magazine wasn't very nice and it furthermore raised questions viz Posh Dave Scameron's Tory policy of pushing a multiculturalism agenda on our once (pre-fracked) green and pleasant land.
Barrage went on to logically suggest there is a very strong possibility that the events were the work of radical fifth column Muslim activists which have been strategically embedded in the Paris and London communities – ready to strike at our hated democratic freedoms at a moments notice.
The Tory's transvestite Home Secretary Testosterone Terry' May decried Barrage's suggestion of any fifth column being active – or in sleeper mode – inside Broken Britain as irresponsible – especially so around the Greater London metropolis area.
"If there was such a Fifth Column then our Mayor, Pasha Bonkers Boris Nonsense, would have his man at Scotland Yard, Scouse Hulk Hogan Howe root them out and hunt the buggers down. Like Cloggy says, Nigel Barrage is just after capitalising on the Paris tragedy to win election points."
Pigswill & Cellulite Minister Eric 'Six Chins' Pickles – the Tory's answer to Monty Python's Mr Creosote - took time off from scoffing a fourteen course lunch in the House of Conmans canteen to add his two-penneth of condemnation to Barrage's statement – claiming "Nigel's out of order trying to make political points out of scaremongering the public into believing the UK's infested with Fifth Column Islamic crazies just waiting in the word from Abu Bakr Mossadi al Binbaggi - their ISIS Caliphate leader in Iraq or Syria or Tel Aviv – or wherever he is – to jump on a bus and come around and kill us all in our beds."
The Lib-Dum's Clogg then compounded his earlier stupid, dismissive statement by opining to one gutter press hack from the Jihadist Gazette that "The UK's Muslims are proud to be British - all good, tax-paying and law-abiding people – and the greatest antidote to the perversion of Islam."
Hmmm, the problem here is that the intelligence deficient Mick Clogg, and 'Testosterone Terry' May – and the useless porcine Pickles - have by their respective statements alone proved beyond all reasonable doubt that they haven't a fucking clue what a Fifth Column is, and are probably equally clueless as to where and when the term originated.
Clogg, for one, might well have been head prefect at the Caldicott School but has spent too much time buggering around with Spanish Catholics and not enough with 20th Century Spanish political / military history – or his Sheffield constituency – and is an absolute disaster for the Librarian-Dummercrat Party.
Though as far as 'history' is concerned Clogg, equipped with the political acumen of zero on the Thick Twat scale, is going the same way as our old pal the Dodo come next May's General Election – history.
Come to that, how about 'current history' aka 'the news' regarding Fifth Columnists – that's the entire why and wherefore of blocking the return to our sceptred isles of these wannabe ISIS death cult Jolly Jihad terrorist types - regardless of them toting a British passport – so they can't act as sleeper moles ready to spring into action on receipt of a single text or e-mail – or bit of fucking paper – a 3M memo pad strip delivered by some twat with a forked stick.
Regardless of the negativity and put downs from the Opposition, thank you Nigel for making public that most astute observation – of which our intelligence services are already acutely aware.
But WTF can we expect from dysfunctional dingbat dipshits like Clogg – or Terry May – or that grossly overweight bag of tapeworms, Eric Pickles?
So when it comes down to potential Fifth Columnists -WTF do they class MI5's 7/7 false flag terrorist attack Paki Muslim stooges as - patriots?
The Leeds born and bred Mohammed al Patsy and his pals - – have been , for better or worse – portrayed as anti-British establishment Islamic nasties who hate our democratic freedoms (WTF them?) to justify further anti-terrorist (anti-free speech / liberty) legislation and usher in the government's wet dream / wish list panopticon surveillance / totalitarian / martial law Big Brother state.
Hence - apart from the awkward truth of the four dozy cunts missing their respective tube trains and the Mossad / DVD military grade C4 charges under the carriages exploding via synchronised radio frequency detonation and without Peter Power's hapless terrorist Visor Backstab Consultants terror drill actors being on board - then getting double-tap whammied at Canary Wharf later that day) - if they are Muslim fanatic sleeper moles just awaiting the chance or order to strike then they are Fifth Columnists. If the cap fits, wear it.
Back to the subject of false flag 'Islamic' terrorist attacks – (are there any other kind since 9/11?) – one ponders if the Charlie Hebdo magazine killing spree was the work of the DGSI or DCRI to stir up anti-Islamic fervour and get rid of an annoying political satire thorn in the establishment's foot – and all due the fact they sent ISIS chief-cum-actor, Abu Bakr Mossadi al Binbaggi, a 'Si Mahomet Revenait' best wishes beheading cartoon message?
But alas, once again, this Paris fiasco has the mark of a 'false flag' / mass distraction stunt all over it – like oh so many that have gone before and will doubtless go again – with the likes of Aurora / Batman, Sandy Hook, the Boston Marathon, Woolwich and Glasgow's runaway bin truck the most recent that come to mind.
Gendarme Pierre Le Plod, flat out on the floor, cops a 7.62 x 39 mm M67 round in the back of the head at point blank range from Said al Bênet Kouachi's AK-47 – or was it his partner in crime, Cherif bin Gogo Kouachi - and there's no fucking blood – so reminiscent of the Woolwich pantomime and the false flag Muslim terrorist 'bloodless decapitation' of Drummer Lee Pygmy – the Squaddie Who Never Was.
A regular 122 grain cupra-nickle 7.62 round from that model of Kalashnikov assault rifle departs the barrel with a muzzle velocity of 2,350 ft/s – yet the video (now mysteriously 'disappeared' from the net) shows zero kickback / recoil, zero blood, and a human skull suffering zero damage – and Monsieur Plod's body exhibiting zero signs of head shot trauma or convulsive death throes as the bullet yaws then ploughs straight through his noggin and into the pavement.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UBUunJpiDXo
Anyways, fuck the French – like the poxy Krauts – they're our historical enemies.
Really, who the fuck is directing the choreography for these pathetic false flag op's when the two moronic perp's storm the wrong building – No 6, Rue Nicolas-Appert - then have to ask (at gunpoint, mind you) one of the magazine's cartoonists, Corinne Rey to open the fucking door at No 10 for them?
Pity they can't they get Stan Kubrick to direct – he did such a great job with the Moon landings – but alas the PTB had him snuffed for his cryptic Eyes Wide Shut expose movie.
Stop press: HRH QE2 tonight phoned French President Françoise Hollande to thank him for staging the Charlie Hebdo false flag terrorist attack fiasco and diverting the global media's focused attentions off her kiddie fiddling paedo-scum / social parasite son, Andy Pandy – and by extension, her royal self and family of privilege-abusing social parasites.
Conversely, the gang-banging Duke of Pork, lacking any semblance of his Mum's tactical nuance, drew further negative spotlight attentions to himself and the fat slug he still occasionally cohabits with, Fat Fergie, the Duchess of Flab & Bling, by exploiting the taxpayer-funded Civil List coffers with a further spendthrift extravagance of £13 million quid to buy a luxury ski lodge at some snow-bound dump in Verbier, Switzerland.
Talk about rubbing the common herd's nose in the proverbial shit, when young married couples can't afford to save the deposit to buy a first home of their own - and thousands are living on the streets.
Disclaimer: While scores of innocent non-combatant women and children might have become collateral damage 'scaremongering' casualties, rest assured that no politicians or foreign service diplomatic personnel were harmed in posting this insurrectionist epistle.
However, a large number of the GCHQ / Five Eyes Alliance’s Prism / Tempora / Carnivore / Echelon / X-Keyscore / SIG-INT I-Spy super snooper ‘Nosy Bastard’ wire-tap / IMSI catchers / eavesdropping / data mining system’s network electrons on Hubble Bubble Road in Cheltenham were temporarily inconvenienced.
Bollocks with a large capital B to political correctness - from here on in this is our legacy - to rip away the Veil of Venus blinkers and get people using their eyes and ears - and brains - to say 'what if?' and make that 'harm's way' quantum leap to start thinking for 'themselves' and become agents of their own destiny.
No longer accepting and believing what the gutter press and biased goggle box telly spew out in politically correct format - or the totalitarian EUSSR Federation control freak state is the solution to all our problems (wrong - it is the fucking problem) and the 28 nation European community / proposed TTIP fubar contributes to our dysfunctional multi-cultural society.
Thus fuck the Satanist Masonic secret handshake pederast-necrophiliac fraternity, and Big Brother – and his Common Purpose sister – and the profit-motivated / money-grubbing Moloch / Mammon worshipping Agenda 21 architects of the Rothshite ZioNazi New World Order Globalisers - the Round Table dog wankers, and their Council on Foreign relations and Trilateral Commission pondscum pals who comprise the elitist ranks of the annual Didloberger cabal get-together.
Allergy warning: This article was composed in a known propaganda-infested area - and whilst purposely blending high octane irreverence, slanderous allegations and unbridled conjecture with wild rumour 'and' hard public interest factoids - may also contain traces of slight exaggeration, modest porkies, misaligned references and lashings of bush telegraph innuendo.
http://rustyskewednewsviews.blogspot.co.uk/2015/01/ukips-farage-slammed-for-telling-truth.html
Rusty’s Skewed News Views (Purveyors of Bespoke Satire) - enhanced with a modest touch of Yeast Logic and a piquant dash of Political Incorrectness: a news sheet and media source not owned by Rupert Murdoch and the Masonic Zionist kikester lobby, committed to the relay of open source information – and immune from litigation under the statutes of the ‘Fair Comment in the Public Interest’ defence.
The governing (sic) Libservative / Con-Dem (calls the fuckers what you will) Coalition Deputy Slime Minister Mick 'Forked Tongue' Clogg, has slammed UKIP leader, the indestructible Nigel Barrage – for 'telling it the way it is' – truth first and bullshit besides.
Clogg accused Mr Barrage of attempting to make political points following yesterday's false flag terror attack shootings in Paris which, according to corrupt media sources, reportedly killed twelve people – when he stated that the attack by suspected ISIS death cult terrorists on a Jolly Jihad mission against the Charlie Hebdo satirical magazine wasn't very nice and it furthermore raised questions viz Posh Dave Scameron's Tory policy of pushing a multiculturalism agenda on our once (pre-fracked) green and pleasant land.
Barrage went on to logically suggest there is a very strong possibility that the events were the work of radical fifth column Muslim activists which have been strategically embedded in the Paris and London communities – ready to strike at our hated democratic freedoms at a moments notice.
The Tory's transvestite Home Secretary Testosterone Terry' May decried Barrage's suggestion of any fifth column being active – or in sleeper mode – inside Broken Britain as irresponsible – especially so around the Greater London metropolis area.
"If there was such a Fifth Column then our Mayor, Pasha Bonkers Boris Nonsense, would have his man at Scotland Yard, Scouse Hulk Hogan Howe root them out and hunt the buggers down. Like Cloggy says, Nigel Barrage is just after capitalising on the Paris tragedy to win election points."
Pigswill & Cellulite Minister Eric 'Six Chins' Pickles – the Tory's answer to Monty Python's Mr Creosote - took time off from scoffing a fourteen course lunch in the House of Conmans canteen to add his two-penneth of condemnation to Barrage's statement – claiming "Nigel's out of order trying to make political points out of scaremongering the public into believing the UK's infested with Fifth Column Islamic crazies just waiting in the word from Abu Bakr Mossadi al Binbaggi - their ISIS Caliphate leader in Iraq or Syria or Tel Aviv – or wherever he is – to jump on a bus and come around and kill us all in our beds."
The Lib-Dum's Clogg then compounded his earlier stupid, dismissive statement by opining to one gutter press hack from the Jihadist Gazette that "The UK's Muslims are proud to be British - all good, tax-paying and law-abiding people – and the greatest antidote to the perversion of Islam."
Hmmm, the problem here is that the intelligence deficient Mick Clogg, and 'Testosterone Terry' May – and the useless porcine Pickles - have by their respective statements alone proved beyond all reasonable doubt that they haven't a fucking clue what a Fifth Column is, and are probably equally clueless as to where and when the term originated.
Clogg, for one, might well have been head prefect at the Caldicott School but has spent too much time buggering around with Spanish Catholics and not enough with 20th Century Spanish political / military history – or his Sheffield constituency – and is an absolute disaster for the Librarian-Dummercrat Party.
Though as far as 'history' is concerned Clogg, equipped with the political acumen of zero on the Thick Twat scale, is going the same way as our old pal the Dodo come next May's General Election – history.
Come to that, how about 'current history' aka 'the news' regarding Fifth Columnists – that's the entire why and wherefore of blocking the return to our sceptred isles of these wannabe ISIS death cult Jolly Jihad terrorist types - regardless of them toting a British passport – so they can't act as sleeper moles ready to spring into action on receipt of a single text or e-mail – or bit of fucking paper – a 3M memo pad strip delivered by some twat with a forked stick.
Regardless of the negativity and put downs from the Opposition, thank you Nigel for making public that most astute observation – of which our intelligence services are already acutely aware.
But WTF can we expect from dysfunctional dingbat dipshits like Clogg – or Terry May – or that grossly overweight bag of tapeworms, Eric Pickles?
So when it comes down to potential Fifth Columnists -WTF do they class MI5's 7/7 false flag terrorist attack Paki Muslim stooges as - patriots?
The Leeds born and bred Mohammed al Patsy and his pals - – have been , for better or worse – portrayed as anti-British establishment Islamic nasties who hate our democratic freedoms (WTF them?) to justify further anti-terrorist (anti-free speech / liberty) legislation and usher in the government's wet dream / wish list panopticon surveillance / totalitarian / martial law Big Brother state.
Hence - apart from the awkward truth of the four dozy cunts missing their respective tube trains and the Mossad / DVD military grade C4 charges under the carriages exploding via synchronised radio frequency detonation and without Peter Power's hapless terrorist Visor Backstab Consultants terror drill actors being on board - then getting double-tap whammied at Canary Wharf later that day) - if they are Muslim fanatic sleeper moles just awaiting the chance or order to strike then they are Fifth Columnists. If the cap fits, wear it.
Back to the subject of false flag 'Islamic' terrorist attacks – (are there any other kind since 9/11?) – one ponders if the Charlie Hebdo magazine killing spree was the work of the DGSI or DCRI to stir up anti-Islamic fervour and get rid of an annoying political satire thorn in the establishment's foot – and all due the fact they sent ISIS chief-cum-actor, Abu Bakr Mossadi al Binbaggi, a 'Si Mahomet Revenait' best wishes beheading cartoon message?
But alas, once again, this Paris fiasco has the mark of a 'false flag' / mass distraction stunt all over it – like oh so many that have gone before and will doubtless go again – with the likes of Aurora / Batman, Sandy Hook, the Boston Marathon, Woolwich and Glasgow's runaway bin truck the most recent that come to mind.
Gendarme Pierre Le Plod, flat out on the floor, cops a 7.62 x 39 mm M67 round in the back of the head at point blank range from Said al Bênet Kouachi's AK-47 – or was it his partner in crime, Cherif bin Gogo Kouachi - and there's no fucking blood – so reminiscent of the Woolwich pantomime and the false flag Muslim terrorist 'bloodless decapitation' of Drummer Lee Pygmy – the Squaddie Who Never Was.
A regular 122 grain cupra-nickle 7.62 round from that model of Kalashnikov assault rifle departs the barrel with a muzzle velocity of 2,350 ft/s – yet the video (now mysteriously 'disappeared' from the net) shows zero kickback / recoil, zero blood, and a human skull suffering zero damage – and Monsieur Plod's body exhibiting zero signs of head shot trauma or convulsive death throes as the bullet yaws then ploughs straight through his noggin and into the pavement.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UBUunJpiDXo
Anyways, fuck the French – like the poxy Krauts – they're our historical enemies.
Really, who the fuck is directing the choreography for these pathetic false flag op's when the two moronic perp's storm the wrong building – No 6, Rue Nicolas-Appert - then have to ask (at gunpoint, mind you) one of the magazine's cartoonists, Corinne Rey to open the fucking door at No 10 for them?
Pity they can't they get Stan Kubrick to direct – he did such a great job with the Moon landings – but alas the PTB had him snuffed for his cryptic Eyes Wide Shut expose movie.
Stop press: HRH QE2 tonight phoned French President Françoise Hollande to thank him for staging the Charlie Hebdo false flag terrorist attack fiasco and diverting the global media's focused attentions off her kiddie fiddling paedo-scum / social parasite son, Andy Pandy – and by extension, her royal self and family of privilege-abusing social parasites.
Conversely, the gang-banging Duke of Pork, lacking any semblance of his Mum's tactical nuance, drew further negative spotlight attentions to himself and the fat slug he still occasionally cohabits with, Fat Fergie, the Duchess of Flab & Bling, by exploiting the taxpayer-funded Civil List coffers with a further spendthrift extravagance of £13 million quid to buy a luxury ski lodge at some snow-bound dump in Verbier, Switzerland.
Talk about rubbing the common herd's nose in the proverbial shit, when young married couples can't afford to save the deposit to buy a first home of their own - and thousands are living on the streets.
Disclaimer: While scores of innocent non-combatant women and children might have become collateral damage 'scaremongering' casualties, rest assured that no politicians or foreign service diplomatic personnel were harmed in posting this insurrectionist epistle.
However, a large number of the GCHQ / Five Eyes Alliance’s Prism / Tempora / Carnivore / Echelon / X-Keyscore / SIG-INT I-Spy super snooper ‘Nosy Bastard’ wire-tap / IMSI catchers / eavesdropping / data mining system’s network electrons on Hubble Bubble Road in Cheltenham were temporarily inconvenienced.
Bollocks with a large capital B to political correctness - from here on in this is our legacy - to rip away the Veil of Venus blinkers and get people using their eyes and ears - and brains - to say 'what if?' and make that 'harm's way' quantum leap to start thinking for 'themselves' and become agents of their own destiny.
No longer accepting and believing what the gutter press and biased goggle box telly spew out in politically correct format - or the totalitarian EUSSR Federation control freak state is the solution to all our problems (wrong - it is the fucking problem) and the 28 nation European community / proposed TTIP fubar contributes to our dysfunctional multi-cultural society.
Thus fuck the Satanist Masonic secret handshake pederast-necrophiliac fraternity, and Big Brother – and his Common Purpose sister – and the profit-motivated / money-grubbing Moloch / Mammon worshipping Agenda 21 architects of the Rothshite ZioNazi New World Order Globalisers - the Round Table dog wankers, and their Council on Foreign relations and Trilateral Commission pondscum pals who comprise the elitist ranks of the annual Didloberger cabal get-together.
Allergy warning: This article was composed in a known propaganda-infested area - and whilst purposely blending high octane irreverence, slanderous allegations and unbridled conjecture with wild rumour 'and' hard public interest factoids - may also contain traces of slight exaggeration, modest porkies, misaligned references and lashings of bush telegraph innuendo.
http://rustyskewednewsviews.blogspot.co.uk/2015/01/ukips-farage-slammed-for-telling-truth.html
Rusty’s Skewed News Views (Purveyors of Bespoke Satire) - enhanced with a modest touch of Yeast Logic and a piquant dash of Political Incorrectness: a news sheet and media source not owned by Rupert Murdoch and the Masonic Zionist kikester lobby, committed to the relay of open source information – and immune from litigation under the statutes of the ‘Fair Comment in the Public Interest’ defence.
Tuesday, 6 January 2015
How Not to Win an Election
In this morning’s ‘Enhanced Political Bullshit’ edition we bring you the latest and greatest in scandal-mongering hot gossip from Anarchy Central’s 24/7 Truth & Rumour Mill – with dispatches hand forged and crafted into bespoke satire to tempt the palates of all budding nihilists and career revolutionaries who carry the immortal bloodline of the rebel sons of Belial.
So we're into a 'new year' and 2015 already, thus the run-up to the mandatory General Election in May countdown begins for these parties of self-interest politicos to go through the motions of canvassing the common herd voters (that's us) to 'pretty please' stick a cross in 'their' box come the day of the ballot.
Thus, by extension of canvassing the voting demographic, the credibility-deficient leaders of the main political factions – New-Old Labour / Tory Nasty Party / Librarian Dummercrats / UKIP / Greens / Pinks / Ginger-Mingers / Raving Loonies - are bound by tradition to sharpen the long knives and start a backstabbing campaign to slander and libel and generally denigrate all opponents. while trumpeting their own more scent than substance skills and virtues.
That said, the Nasty Party's main Rothshite crime syndicate stooge, Posh Dave Scameron and Labour's child prodigy fuckwit, 'Wallace' Millipede are at it hammer and tongue, referring to each other as incompetents and fools - and to be fair to the respective parties concerned, each in his own right is perfectly correct.
Then again, no fucker or their dog takes much notice of these blather and bluster pantomime histrionics, apart from the occasional head shaking moment, in disgust at their antics.
But what does grab the public's attentions is the major career disaster faux pas that tend to be let slip when they think the numb nuts electorate's out of hearing distance – such as the cyclopean nonce-ponce New Labour Slime Minister Gordon 'Incapability' Broon passing an overheard damning comment while on the canvassing trail in the North-West's child molesting centre of Rochdale, that one potential New Labour voter, 66-year old pensioner-widow, Mrs Glady McDuff, was 'a fat arsed, boring old bigot' – a mistake no amount of post-event arse-kissing apologies – or sackcloth and ashes penitence - could redeem.
Here we see a classic example of our Big Brother totalitarian state panopticon surveillance society machinery gone wrong – where Broon's failure to watch his back and engage brain before opening gob finally exposed to the public eye what a nasty and contemptuous tosspot he – and by extension – 95% of the remaining 649 House of Conmans penny pinching layabouts really are.
Of course, it's not just a political party's upper echelons / Plebgate / paedo dossier shredding / kiddie fiddling / bribes for questions cabinet ministers et al who commit such gaffes and blunders but too their respective MPs and local authority councillors – all of which reflects back in a negative light to the tosser at the top of the food chain – Scameron, Millipede, Clogg and even UKIP's Farage – as instanced with the latter's Parliamentary candidate for Smegmadale-on-Sea, Jack McScrote, also a local council member, currently on trial and facing criminal charges of submitting forged county council election nominations papers.
Then we have a Tory Aylesbury councillor / civil servant with the Ministry of Defence, Mark Winn, who suffered some form of delusional 'psychotic episode' and used his Twitter account to publicly lambaste the BBC for being a running dog lackey tool of the Labour Party after watching an episode of Casualty on the telly – adding the double jeopardy blunder of claiming that the Gussett Trust food banks are only visited by society's losers: specifically the unemployed, alkies, drug addicts and nutters with mental health problems (such as himself).
Winn's idiotic remarks have since elicited a storm of irate responses forcing him to apologise for his misjudged 'twat on Twitter' outburst – which exposed the Nasty Party to the criticism that the fact the common herd are forced to seek out sustenance from food banks is a direct condemnation of their 'fuck the working class' welfare benefit slashing government policies enacted by the talentless and sadistic likes of George 'Spankies' Osborne and the equally repugnant DWP minister Iain Dunkin Shit, since 2010.
Not wishing to be outdone in the pre-election Political Pariah Awards, Nick Clegg's Lib-Dum gang of ne'er do wells have been contributing their efforts, with Philip Drury, leader of the party's cabal on East Wankshire Council being forced to throw in the towel and resign following his hare-brained comments on Facebook that claimed 21-year-old fashion student Glenda Gorgon – reportedly sexually assaulted while on vacation in shitty Italy, was too ugly to be a rape victim.
As for creepy Caledonia's ruling Scottish Nonce Party, it's the same old (same old) fairytale – maintaining a veil of secrecy around the crimes and misdemeanours of the Holyrood and Crown Office Masonic Speculative Society kiddie fiddling criminals and their facilitator / apologists – with the all-new 'wee nippy' First Minister Nicola Sturgeon attempting to carry on predecessor Alex 'Porky Pict' Salmond's circus trick of juggling the coverups of Aberdeen's now-notorious Hollie Greig paedo sexual abuse scandal - in addition to OOR Willie Macrae's1985 assisted suicide / murder – instigated to silence his intended exposure – naming and shaming - of the Magic Circle pederast / catamite culture that infests and blights Nonceland's political scene.
Thought for the day. Yep, that's the key to political popularity disaster - how not to win friends and influence people. While there is not such thing as ‘conventional political wisdom’ there does exist ‘conventional political stupidity’.
Alas, these are the dog wankers up for election to political office this coming May - an actual prime example of Mother Nature’s failed experiment with intelligence-equipped bipeds – blighted by the contradictions, lies, and inconsistencies in their narratives and one-size-fits-all approach to every fucking thing.
This privileged elitist fraternity, stricken with an absurd sense of entitlement, gain election to public office via manipulating the illusion of competence yet are stricken with severe credibility issues – for their true constituencies are those listed in the Fortune 500 company index.
Here we are faced with the Truth – we are governed – for worse more so that better – by a corruption-ridden corporate political duopoly that allows big business interests to dominate government – and these elected representatives (sic) are the type of scumsters that will do anything to get into power - and sink to acts of criminal coercion to keep it – a learning tool obviously picked up from our parasitic Royal family.
Little wonder that Britain's past prefix of Great has been replaced with Broken.
Allergy warning: This article was composed in a known propaganda-infested area - and whilst purposely blending high octane irreverence, slanderous allegations and unbridled conjecture with wild rumour 'and' hard public interest factoids - may also contain traces of slight exaggeration, modest porkies, misaligned references and lashings of bush telegraph innuendo.
Rusty’s Skewed News Views (Purveyors of Bespoke Satire) - enhanced with a modest touch of Yeast Logic and a piquant dash of Political Incorrectness: a news sheet and media source not owned by Rupert Murdoch and the Masonic Zionist kikester lobby, committed to the relay of open source information – and immune from litigation under the statutes of the ‘Fair Comment in the Public Interest’ defence.
So we're into a 'new year' and 2015 already, thus the run-up to the mandatory General Election in May countdown begins for these parties of self-interest politicos to go through the motions of canvassing the common herd voters (that's us) to 'pretty please' stick a cross in 'their' box come the day of the ballot.
Thus, by extension of canvassing the voting demographic, the credibility-deficient leaders of the main political factions – New-Old Labour / Tory Nasty Party / Librarian Dummercrats / UKIP / Greens / Pinks / Ginger-Mingers / Raving Loonies - are bound by tradition to sharpen the long knives and start a backstabbing campaign to slander and libel and generally denigrate all opponents. while trumpeting their own more scent than substance skills and virtues.
That said, the Nasty Party's main Rothshite crime syndicate stooge, Posh Dave Scameron and Labour's child prodigy fuckwit, 'Wallace' Millipede are at it hammer and tongue, referring to each other as incompetents and fools - and to be fair to the respective parties concerned, each in his own right is perfectly correct.
Then again, no fucker or their dog takes much notice of these blather and bluster pantomime histrionics, apart from the occasional head shaking moment, in disgust at their antics.
But what does grab the public's attentions is the major career disaster faux pas that tend to be let slip when they think the numb nuts electorate's out of hearing distance – such as the cyclopean nonce-ponce New Labour Slime Minister Gordon 'Incapability' Broon passing an overheard damning comment while on the canvassing trail in the North-West's child molesting centre of Rochdale, that one potential New Labour voter, 66-year old pensioner-widow, Mrs Glady McDuff, was 'a fat arsed, boring old bigot' – a mistake no amount of post-event arse-kissing apologies – or sackcloth and ashes penitence - could redeem.
Here we see a classic example of our Big Brother totalitarian state panopticon surveillance society machinery gone wrong – where Broon's failure to watch his back and engage brain before opening gob finally exposed to the public eye what a nasty and contemptuous tosspot he – and by extension – 95% of the remaining 649 House of Conmans penny pinching layabouts really are.
Of course, it's not just a political party's upper echelons / Plebgate / paedo dossier shredding / kiddie fiddling / bribes for questions cabinet ministers et al who commit such gaffes and blunders but too their respective MPs and local authority councillors – all of which reflects back in a negative light to the tosser at the top of the food chain – Scameron, Millipede, Clogg and even UKIP's Farage – as instanced with the latter's Parliamentary candidate for Smegmadale-on-Sea, Jack McScrote, also a local council member, currently on trial and facing criminal charges of submitting forged county council election nominations papers.
Then we have a Tory Aylesbury councillor / civil servant with the Ministry of Defence, Mark Winn, who suffered some form of delusional 'psychotic episode' and used his Twitter account to publicly lambaste the BBC for being a running dog lackey tool of the Labour Party after watching an episode of Casualty on the telly – adding the double jeopardy blunder of claiming that the Gussett Trust food banks are only visited by society's losers: specifically the unemployed, alkies, drug addicts and nutters with mental health problems (such as himself).
Winn's idiotic remarks have since elicited a storm of irate responses forcing him to apologise for his misjudged 'twat on Twitter' outburst – which exposed the Nasty Party to the criticism that the fact the common herd are forced to seek out sustenance from food banks is a direct condemnation of their 'fuck the working class' welfare benefit slashing government policies enacted by the talentless and sadistic likes of George 'Spankies' Osborne and the equally repugnant DWP minister Iain Dunkin Shit, since 2010.
Not wishing to be outdone in the pre-election Political Pariah Awards, Nick Clegg's Lib-Dum gang of ne'er do wells have been contributing their efforts, with Philip Drury, leader of the party's cabal on East Wankshire Council being forced to throw in the towel and resign following his hare-brained comments on Facebook that claimed 21-year-old fashion student Glenda Gorgon – reportedly sexually assaulted while on vacation in shitty Italy, was too ugly to be a rape victim.
As for creepy Caledonia's ruling Scottish Nonce Party, it's the same old (same old) fairytale – maintaining a veil of secrecy around the crimes and misdemeanours of the Holyrood and Crown Office Masonic Speculative Society kiddie fiddling criminals and their facilitator / apologists – with the all-new 'wee nippy' First Minister Nicola Sturgeon attempting to carry on predecessor Alex 'Porky Pict' Salmond's circus trick of juggling the coverups of Aberdeen's now-notorious Hollie Greig paedo sexual abuse scandal - in addition to OOR Willie Macrae's1985 assisted suicide / murder – instigated to silence his intended exposure – naming and shaming - of the Magic Circle pederast / catamite culture that infests and blights Nonceland's political scene.
Thought for the day. Yep, that's the key to political popularity disaster - how not to win friends and influence people. While there is not such thing as ‘conventional political wisdom’ there does exist ‘conventional political stupidity’.
Alas, these are the dog wankers up for election to political office this coming May - an actual prime example of Mother Nature’s failed experiment with intelligence-equipped bipeds – blighted by the contradictions, lies, and inconsistencies in their narratives and one-size-fits-all approach to every fucking thing.
This privileged elitist fraternity, stricken with an absurd sense of entitlement, gain election to public office via manipulating the illusion of competence yet are stricken with severe credibility issues – for their true constituencies are those listed in the Fortune 500 company index.
Here we are faced with the Truth – we are governed – for worse more so that better – by a corruption-ridden corporate political duopoly that allows big business interests to dominate government – and these elected representatives (sic) are the type of scumsters that will do anything to get into power - and sink to acts of criminal coercion to keep it – a learning tool obviously picked up from our parasitic Royal family.
Little wonder that Britain's past prefix of Great has been replaced with Broken.
Allergy warning: This article was composed in a known propaganda-infested area - and whilst purposely blending high octane irreverence, slanderous allegations and unbridled conjecture with wild rumour 'and' hard public interest factoids - may also contain traces of slight exaggeration, modest porkies, misaligned references and lashings of bush telegraph innuendo.
Rusty’s Skewed News Views (Purveyors of Bespoke Satire) - enhanced with a modest touch of Yeast Logic and a piquant dash of Political Incorrectness: a news sheet and media source not owned by Rupert Murdoch and the Masonic Zionist kikester lobby, committed to the relay of open source information – and immune from litigation under the statutes of the ‘Fair Comment in the Public Interest’ defence.
Monday, 5 January 2015
Dobby’s Home-Grown ‘Duchy Originals’ Scandal
Once again, the latest and the greatest in scandal-mongering hot gossip from Anarchy Central’s 24/7 Truth & Rumour Mill – with dispatches hand forged and crafted into bespoke satire to tempt the palates of all budding nihilists and career revolutionaries who carry the immortal bloodline of the rebel sons of Belial.
The Royal grapevine is in nuclear meltdown mode and hot to trot with reports that HRH QE2 is most definitely 'not amused' with international media reports that sons Chazzer and Andy Pandy are up to their necks in controversies – Dobby for pulling regal rank and shutting down a BBC documentary on his abuse of privilege and wife-murdering activities – while his equally moronic ill-mannered younger brother, Arrogant Andy for being named and shamed as a child sex slave abusing paedophile and getting rightfully pilloried in the gutter press Fourth Estate's tabloid pages.
Now the old baggage is going to be even more pissed off with the latest and greatest Duchy Originals scandal.
An investigation is underway by Scotland Yard's Paedo Squad following a series of tip-offs from a whistle-blowing member of Ox-Rat, the international snitch and grasser watchdog charity – who is believed to be employed as a gardener at the Prince of Wales’ 900 acre Highgrove Home Farm at Titbury in Gloucestershire – the source of the Mammon & Snobford supermarket's exorbitantly-priced ersatz organic ‘Duchy Originals’ and ‘Kosher Tucker’ lines of agricultural produce.
While a minor scandal erupted recently concerning certain Duchy fruits and vegetables being contaminated by GMO mutant Frankenfoods from a neighbouring Monsanto's Mutant Meals 'Chew n Spew' test site growing bio-fuel Triffids - due airborne cross-pollination, this freshly-exposed catalogue of wickedness, skulduggery and moral turpitude is set to prove the links of Freemasonry to kiddie fiddling Judeophiliac Satanists and child blood sacrifices - and further implicate its perverted membership of wingnut-eared Royalty, titled lords of the Second Estate, civil service mandarins, government ministers, MP’s, C of E clerics, city banksters, police officers, magistrates and judges –and Uncle Tom Cobly and all, in fact, for their individual and collective participation in these crimes.
An early morning raid at Highgrove House by the Operation Kiddie Fiddler vice squad resulted in the seizure of several personal desktop, laptop and tablet computer units plus boxes of flash drives, photographs and video recordings – all believed to contain material that breaches the statutes of the Public Decency Act of 1215 – as amended in Magna Carta – and providing a wealth of incriminating links to Chazzer's old DJ child molesting / necrophiliac mate Jimmy Savile.
Accompanied by a film crew from the Scandalmongers Gazette, the Met's Paedo Squad team, joined in body if not spirit by a very reluctant contingent of local Gloucester plods, stormed Highgrove at dawn on Saturday, and served their search warrant on an tired and over-emotional Gorgonzilla, the Duchess of Cornhole and ‘current’ spouse of the uxoricidal HRH Prince Chazzer, the bat-eared Royal Plant Whisperer.
On being handed a copy of the warrant the chain-smoking troll exclaimed for the public record “Dobby's not here right now – he’s gone off up to Nonceland on some Hogmanay fling bumboy’s reunion at Gordonstoun with a bunch of his Hooray Henry and Shylock pals – another of those Freemason Speculative Society paedo-ponce brethren shindig things, I suppose."
"Any of you blokes up for a gin and tonic or a quick shag while you're here? I do suck and swallow – and take it up the arse if anyone’s interested.”
The seized pc units and video recordings have so far revealed 5,000-plus images of establishment worthies, media celebrities and BBC DJs, most garbed in their Masonic aprons and engaged in perverted sexual acts with underage boys sequestered from local orphanages – along with zoophilia displays involving Welsh corgis and sheep garbed in Victoria’s Secret erotic lingerie and foliage plucked from the exotic house plants in the Highgrove conservatory.
Det Supt Harry Bogbrush told the media “Some of this stuff is an effin’ disgrace an’ the RSPCA will be interviewin' several well-known public figures over the next few days concernin' their active participation in the banned practice of ‘mutton fisting’ – wot ter my mind constitutes an outrage of public decency – apart from causing the abused sheep ter walk funny after.”
“Then we have this onanism fetish thingy involvin’ masturbatin’ over exotic house plants – an' we’re just waitin’ for the DNA comparison results here before we press charges since determinin’ that the sticky white substances on the Venus Flytraps definitely isn’t mayonnaise.”
"We might not have bin' able ter collar Big ears fer havin' our People's Princess murdered so he could marry this rock ape Porker Bowels woman so I'm gonna have the twat for paedo porn a'n passin' this genetically modified fruit an' veggie crap off as 'organic' Duchy Originals."
Rumours that seized pc files have revealed video footage of an inebriated Prince Dobby wagging his erect member – specially clipped by the Chief Mohel of London, Rabbi Ja'ackoff Snipcock - before the camera and calling out “How’s this for a Duchy Original?” - then sodomising one of his mother’s corgis while dressed in a black corset – remain unsubstantiated.
Conversely, being a nigh-on ‘senior’ member of Britain’s most dysfunctional family (even worse than Shameless) the Prince is heir apparent to the throne of England and could well end up as our next King if QE2 / Bizzy Lizzie pops her clogs. Heaven forbid – or help us all.
This is a man who spends time talking with his vegetable plot’s residents (carrots, lettuce etc) and once admitted to cuckolding his first wife (the one that got murdered by MI5’s Increment assassins in Paris) by rollocking around bollock naked in the compost heap with the gross adulteress Gorgonzilla – the 21st Century Botox-deficient model for harpies and scarecrows.
Our future King – who fantasises being a tampon shoved up Gorgonzilla’s ginger-mingin’ gash – a fate worse than death to even contemplate – and most definitely an individual whose ancestor’s centuries of incessant inter-breeding has not augmented well for the gene pool and should be sectioned under the Mental Health Act.
Allergy warning: This article was composed in a known propaganda-infested area - and whilst purposely blending high octane irreverence, slanderous allegations and unbridled conjecture with wild rumour 'and' hard public interest factoids - may also contain traces of slight exaggeration, modest porkies, misaligned references and lashings of bush telegraph innuendo.
Rusty’s Skewed News Views (Purveyors of Bespoke Satire) - enhanced with a modest touch of Yeast Logic and a piquant dash of Political Incorrectness: a news sheet and media source not owned by Rupert Murdoch and the Masonic Zionist kikester lobby, committed to the relay of open source information – and immune from litigation under the statutes of the ‘Fair Comment in the Public Interest’ defence.
The Royal grapevine is in nuclear meltdown mode and hot to trot with reports that HRH QE2 is most definitely 'not amused' with international media reports that sons Chazzer and Andy Pandy are up to their necks in controversies – Dobby for pulling regal rank and shutting down a BBC documentary on his abuse of privilege and wife-murdering activities – while his equally moronic ill-mannered younger brother, Arrogant Andy for being named and shamed as a child sex slave abusing paedophile and getting rightfully pilloried in the gutter press Fourth Estate's tabloid pages.
Now the old baggage is going to be even more pissed off with the latest and greatest Duchy Originals scandal.
An investigation is underway by Scotland Yard's Paedo Squad following a series of tip-offs from a whistle-blowing member of Ox-Rat, the international snitch and grasser watchdog charity – who is believed to be employed as a gardener at the Prince of Wales’ 900 acre Highgrove Home Farm at Titbury in Gloucestershire – the source of the Mammon & Snobford supermarket's exorbitantly-priced ersatz organic ‘Duchy Originals’ and ‘Kosher Tucker’ lines of agricultural produce.
While a minor scandal erupted recently concerning certain Duchy fruits and vegetables being contaminated by GMO mutant Frankenfoods from a neighbouring Monsanto's Mutant Meals 'Chew n Spew' test site growing bio-fuel Triffids - due airborne cross-pollination, this freshly-exposed catalogue of wickedness, skulduggery and moral turpitude is set to prove the links of Freemasonry to kiddie fiddling Judeophiliac Satanists and child blood sacrifices - and further implicate its perverted membership of wingnut-eared Royalty, titled lords of the Second Estate, civil service mandarins, government ministers, MP’s, C of E clerics, city banksters, police officers, magistrates and judges –and Uncle Tom Cobly and all, in fact, for their individual and collective participation in these crimes.
An early morning raid at Highgrove House by the Operation Kiddie Fiddler vice squad resulted in the seizure of several personal desktop, laptop and tablet computer units plus boxes of flash drives, photographs and video recordings – all believed to contain material that breaches the statutes of the Public Decency Act of 1215 – as amended in Magna Carta – and providing a wealth of incriminating links to Chazzer's old DJ child molesting / necrophiliac mate Jimmy Savile.
Accompanied by a film crew from the Scandalmongers Gazette, the Met's Paedo Squad team, joined in body if not spirit by a very reluctant contingent of local Gloucester plods, stormed Highgrove at dawn on Saturday, and served their search warrant on an tired and over-emotional Gorgonzilla, the Duchess of Cornhole and ‘current’ spouse of the uxoricidal HRH Prince Chazzer, the bat-eared Royal Plant Whisperer.
On being handed a copy of the warrant the chain-smoking troll exclaimed for the public record “Dobby's not here right now – he’s gone off up to Nonceland on some Hogmanay fling bumboy’s reunion at Gordonstoun with a bunch of his Hooray Henry and Shylock pals – another of those Freemason Speculative Society paedo-ponce brethren shindig things, I suppose."
"Any of you blokes up for a gin and tonic or a quick shag while you're here? I do suck and swallow – and take it up the arse if anyone’s interested.”
The seized pc units and video recordings have so far revealed 5,000-plus images of establishment worthies, media celebrities and BBC DJs, most garbed in their Masonic aprons and engaged in perverted sexual acts with underage boys sequestered from local orphanages – along with zoophilia displays involving Welsh corgis and sheep garbed in Victoria’s Secret erotic lingerie and foliage plucked from the exotic house plants in the Highgrove conservatory.
Det Supt Harry Bogbrush told the media “Some of this stuff is an effin’ disgrace an’ the RSPCA will be interviewin' several well-known public figures over the next few days concernin' their active participation in the banned practice of ‘mutton fisting’ – wot ter my mind constitutes an outrage of public decency – apart from causing the abused sheep ter walk funny after.”
“Then we have this onanism fetish thingy involvin’ masturbatin’ over exotic house plants – an' we’re just waitin’ for the DNA comparison results here before we press charges since determinin’ that the sticky white substances on the Venus Flytraps definitely isn’t mayonnaise.”
"We might not have bin' able ter collar Big ears fer havin' our People's Princess murdered so he could marry this rock ape Porker Bowels woman so I'm gonna have the twat for paedo porn a'n passin' this genetically modified fruit an' veggie crap off as 'organic' Duchy Originals."
Rumours that seized pc files have revealed video footage of an inebriated Prince Dobby wagging his erect member – specially clipped by the Chief Mohel of London, Rabbi Ja'ackoff Snipcock - before the camera and calling out “How’s this for a Duchy Original?” - then sodomising one of his mother’s corgis while dressed in a black corset – remain unsubstantiated.
Conversely, being a nigh-on ‘senior’ member of Britain’s most dysfunctional family (even worse than Shameless) the Prince is heir apparent to the throne of England and could well end up as our next King if QE2 / Bizzy Lizzie pops her clogs. Heaven forbid – or help us all.
This is a man who spends time talking with his vegetable plot’s residents (carrots, lettuce etc) and once admitted to cuckolding his first wife (the one that got murdered by MI5’s Increment assassins in Paris) by rollocking around bollock naked in the compost heap with the gross adulteress Gorgonzilla – the 21st Century Botox-deficient model for harpies and scarecrows.
Our future King – who fantasises being a tampon shoved up Gorgonzilla’s ginger-mingin’ gash – a fate worse than death to even contemplate – and most definitely an individual whose ancestor’s centuries of incessant inter-breeding has not augmented well for the gene pool and should be sectioned under the Mental Health Act.
Allergy warning: This article was composed in a known propaganda-infested area - and whilst purposely blending high octane irreverence, slanderous allegations and unbridled conjecture with wild rumour 'and' hard public interest factoids - may also contain traces of slight exaggeration, modest porkies, misaligned references and lashings of bush telegraph innuendo.
Rusty’s Skewed News Views (Purveyors of Bespoke Satire) - enhanced with a modest touch of Yeast Logic and a piquant dash of Political Incorrectness: a news sheet and media source not owned by Rupert Murdoch and the Masonic Zionist kikester lobby, committed to the relay of open source information – and immune from litigation under the statutes of the ‘Fair Comment in the Public Interest’ defence.
Sunday, 4 January 2015
Royal Family's 2015 'Happy New Scandal'
In this morning’s ‘Raving Royal Controversy’ edition we bring you the latest and greatest in scandal-mongering hot gossip from Anarchy Central’s 24/7 Truth & Rumour Mill – with dispatches hand forged and crafted into bespoke satire to tempt the palates of all budding nihilists and career revolutionaries who carry the immortal bloodline of the rebel sons of Belial.
Broken Britain's gutter press New Year banner headlines are unified in their pathetic reports of the near death crisis, airlift to a North Walsham veterinarian's hospital, progression of treatment and success of emergency surgery performed on a 'constipated goldfish' (Crappius auratus auratus) named Frank – and all in a futile attempt to comply with a monarchical 'Read This, Tremble and Obey' mass media public distraction edict from Fuckingham Palace to keep the common herd's eye off the ball while the Royal minders PR spin team got their 'emphatic denial' defence act together to convincingly condemn and refute allegations that Prince Randy Andy, the grand old Duke of Pork, is as guilty as his convicted paedophile sex slave abuser / boozing / coke snorting swinger pal Jeffrey 'Both Ways' Epstein, of bonking underage snatch.
The standard strew of palace disinformation and denials besides, anarchists, republicans and assorted nihilists are over the proverbial 'iconoclastic moon' with the Royal family's latest New Year scandalous embarrassment - that the paunchy Andrew, a talentless parasitic fuckup in his own right, has been named in a US civil suit as one of the pederast abusers of Jeffrey Epstein's child sex slave trafficking harem – all of which slots perfectly with allegations that his elder brother (and heir to the throne / king-in-waiting) Prince Chazzer - aka the Royal Plant Whisperer – (who was short-listed for an Oscar for his part of Dobby in the last Harry Potty movie) - was heavily into kiddie fiddling and shagging corpses with his great mate, Sir Jimmy Savile.
One member of this infamous paedo concubine seraglio, Jane Doe #2 - aka Fellattia van Gamm, who Epstein bought from her parents in Transylvanian for the price of a Siemens cappuccino maker when she was 12 years old, has named among her abusers the high flying celebrity lawyer Alan Derscumowitz – who has since thrown a typical Ashkenazi kikester hissy fit and gone into denial mode, claiming Fellattia is a fantasist he has never met – and hence by extension of this fact – neither has Prince Andrew Saxe-Coburg-Gotha-Windsor of York. Hmmm, now who's the fantasist.
Likewise, civil case pursuant Jane Doe #3 - aka Virginia Roberts – has named her pimp / recruiter into the life of sex slave whore at 15 years old as grotty Ghislaine Maxsmell, the bisexual daughter of bent publisher and Zionist stooge, the 'Bouncing Czech' himself - Cap'n Bob Maxsmell (Jan Ludvic Hoch) – murdered by Mossad back in 1991 for not following orders and being a bit of an all-round unreliable KGB double agent twat.
Roberts' civil complaint alleges she was forced to engaged in BD/SM-themed clusterfuck orgies where she and the 13 year old bisexual circus acrobat Sapphie Godemiche engaged in rampant three hole romps with the Duke of Pork and a household name ex-British Slime Minister at Epstein's personal Caribbean sex slave hideaway of St Tits, part of the US 'Virgin Islands' (sic - no pun intended) group – with her civil court complaint provided graphic testimony of giving the Prince a sloppy blow job 69-style, while massaging his prostate with a courgette – a service for which Epstein reportedly paid her US$15,000.
One abuser Roberts is rumoured to have specifically identified is old 'Vermin in Ermine' himself – the stoat-coated Lord Peter Scandalson of the Felchers – and an occasion which provided a disgusting 'hands-on' multi-tasking sexperience when forced to rim the latter pervert then push a 'wedge' of five freaked-out, traumatised hamsters up his back passage
Also named as abused claimants in the paired US$50 million suits are former Epstein sex slaves Candida Mingerot, Olga Slutanova, Beverly Titwank, Mingeeter Tribber, Slagella McSkanger, Chantelle Slitcrotch and Russian lap dancer Tekem Orloff – the latter gifted to Epstein by exiled Siberian zillionaire oligarch Oleg Mobsaroubles - owner of Gulag Gaz.
More damning still is the FBI's possession of registered sex offender Epstein's notorious 'black book' - chocker block full with the contact details of a host of the usual suspects - Fabian Society / Round Table / Club of Rome / Vatican / Bilderberger bisexuals, outright sodomites and raving pederast 'blackmail material potential' victims – including Tony 'Miranda' Bliar, Beardie Branson, Henry 'Viagra' Kissasser, Evelyn de Rothshite, Peter Scandalson, Duke Andy Windsor, Dodger Bill Clinton and Michail Sackashit of Russtheft Energy, to name a mere sampling - and all great believers in Epstein's male chauvinist maxim that girls old enough to bleed are hence fair game to 'butcher'.
For the record there are two current US$50 million bucks civil suits filed against Epstein – who has made in excess of 20 out-of-court mega-bucks settlements since being convicted and imprisoned for solicitation.
So the burden of proof viz Randy Andy's actual guilt still has to be laid on Justice's scale – with a cat in hell's chance of that happening due the conundrum of the arrestable class and the unarrestable class – for the PTB labour under the misapprehension that crimes by members of the elite must be swept under the rug as prosecuting them would destabilise 'the system'.
Conversely trial by public opinion has already returned a black capped verdict of 'guilty' due the ill-mannered brat's past dirty deeds and scumbag associations: for here the old maxim applies: 'know and judge a man by his associates' (Fat Fergie / Epstein etc, et al).
Yet WTF can be expected from our raving bonkers Royals with their exaggerated sense of entitlement and abuse of privilege - talk about welfare benefit cheats – the entire caboodle are a bunch of social parasites.
The whole of Europe's purported Merovingian monarchical bloodline are blighted with congenital birth defects – both mental and physical - resulting from generations of inbreeding with their own mongrel psychopath relatives and swimming freestyle at the shallow end of the gene pool – with a perfect instance being the deviant Duke of Pork's creophagous-jawed slapper-class daughters, Beatrice and Eugenie - with their fucked up piranha fanged dentistry and sub-zero IQs.
It sort of gladdens the hearts of the common herd – those with a couple of brain cells still achieving telemetry and not given to flag waving displays of subservient fealty to the ruling Brotherhood of the Snake cult – that the predatory rabid Royals find themselves embroiled in yet another bad news scandal – which all comes down to their exaggerated and absurd sense of arse-kissing entitlement, abuse of privilege and this misconceived divine right to behave like cunts while manipulating the illusion of competence, yet are collectively stricken with severe credibility issues of a Biblical order of magnitude.
These reptiles are an exorbitantly expensive high maintenance (unnecessary and redundant) 'asset' (sic) that weighs heavily on the public taxpayer's purse – and an embarrassment to themselves with their garbed ceremonial symbolism and occult practices – and more to the point, a public liability.
Thus Andy, the Duke of Pork, finds himself, once again, in a state of discomfort, due being the focus of a style of public attention he'd rather avoid – all down to his past friendship with convicted sex offender Jeffrey 'Nonce-Ponce' Epstein, who bankrolled him to pay off Fat Fergie's debts and provided lots of underage pussy to bonk.
'Tis a fact that the seed never falls far from the tree and Randy Andy follows after his promiscuous 'shag a dead rat' father (no, not the Royal Rudeness, Prince Stavros of Edinburgh – aka Virus Man) but his 'real' Dad - 'Old Porchy' – aka Henry George Reginald Molyneux Herbert, Lord Porchester and 7th Earl of Carnarvon – the licentious Lizzie's racing manager and part time lover – along with Baron Paddy Plonker, Royal Equerry and Deputy Master of the Royal Household – who sired the useless slack-jawed younger sprog – Prince Eddie of the Spendthrifts.
As to the horse-faced Anne, she follows her father, Stavros – both being right nasty pieces of work.
This casual leg-over syndrome must run throughout the entire Satanic Saxe-Coburg-Gotha tribe – these 'Wicked Windsors' – aka Monsters Inc – as we have the ginger mingin Prince Harry Hewitt, another Royal Cuckoo fathered by some horny lackey-in-waiting to a fairytale Princess selected as a brood mare to produce an heir and a spare.
The latest 'damage control on steroids' deniability mode statement from Fuckingham Palace spokesperson Sir Rupert Slack-Twatt related that Saturday morning's newspaper headlines were 'pretty unpalatable for the Prince and the shameless royal family'.
Aye, alas, but that's the sad way of things where the Truth is concerned.
So is this self-acclaimed bastion of virtue and stalwart of moral rectitude to be believed? Not if his past track record is anything to go by – and here I draw on personal experience of the vulgar maxim that a 'standing cock bears no conscience'.
In 1996 Andy was on another of his ego-massaging home and away trips and turned up in Manila during the pre-Xmas week of December heading a military delegation to boost defence ties with the Philippines.
After doing the diplomatic rounds and observing the required protocols of shaking hands with President Ramos and every other oligarch scumbag and their dog, Andy and his minders did a tour of the fleshpots of Manila's red light area of Ermita – where the 'legal / licensed' bar life 'entertainers', topless go-go dancers and jail bait hospitality girls are classed as fair game as soon as they have hair they can sit on.
Obviously no written 'Royal diary' record exists of those shenanigans or details of the 'hostesses' Andy and Co bar fined and took back to the Peninsula Hotel for onward entertainment.
Doubtless that night of sin went down pretty well as Andy must have acquired a taste for exotic coffee brown Asian tottie, making return trips in May 2001 and December 2004 while on a whistle-stop tour, drumming up trade agreements - for an alleged encore ménage à trois clusterfuck with a couple of Ermita's top notch suck n swallow three hole sluts.
On the subject of a taste for exotic Asian tottie, we have Andy's 'on and off' (sic) leg-over relationship with lissom Filipina mestiza beauty (and egocentric psycho nymph' slut) - model Alexandra Escat, who apparently spit the dummy with the Prince when staying at the iconic Manila Pen' Hotel and the capricious tosser demanded that kitchen staff had to iron his breakfast bacon as he didn't like it Pinoy style 'crispy / curly'.
To wit, regal denials – in triplicate - besides, and regardless of the hedonistic party animal Andy swearing his innocence on the body of a dead heron and a pick n mix stack of Korans, Torahs, Bibles and Argos catalogues, all before three Bishops and a Magistrate - is the man lying through his royal dentures and up for a bit of underage sex whenever the opportunity arises?
That is the question to ponder on – along with 'does the Pope shit in the woods?' and 'are grizzy bears Catholic?' – and 'is Prince Philip a grotty Greek?'
Thus where does this leave our constitutional 'Mummy' Monarch – Elizabeth Regina Mk 2? Well, with Epstein having Randy Andy caught on camera / videoed during his carnal indiscretions, in a very bad compromising position as far as being wide open to both coercion and blackmail by sources foreign and domestic (Mossad / Rothshites) are concerned, if she wishes to maintain the status quo.
There again we already have the 'Lizzie's been got at' instance of Fuckingham Palace petitioning the US Justice Department – via the Shite House – to go easy on Epstein and cut him a sweetheart deal (solicitation charge versus paedo sex slave trafficking) back in 2008.
Thought for the day.
How does the old nursery rhyme go:
Oh the Grand old Duke of Pork
He bonked ten thousand whores .... ?
Hmmm, doubtless Royal lawyers Tarbrush & Spewitt will be preparing a batch of 'shut the fuck up - or else!' libel and slander writs ready for serving on whistle-blowers, media expose merchants and paedo abuse victims alike.
'Impunitas sempre ad deteriora invitat’: Impunity always leads to greater crimes.
Luke 8:17 - ‘For there is nothing secret that shall not be made known’
Proverbs 26:26 - Their malice may be concealed by deception, but their wickedness will be exposed in the assembly’.
Allergy warning: This article was composed in a known propaganda-infested area - and whilst purposely blending high octane irreverence, slanderous allegations and unbridled conjecture with wild rumour 'and' hard public interest factoids - may also contain traces of slight exaggeration, modest porkies, misaligned references and lashings of bush telegraph innuendo.
Rusty’s Skewed News Views (Purveyors of Bespoke Satire) - enhanced with a modest touch of Yeast Logic and a piquant dash of Political Incorrectness: a news sheet and media source not owned by Rupert Murdoch and the Masonic Zionist kikester lobby, committed to the relay of open source information – and immune from litigation under the statutes of the ‘Fair Comment in the Public Interest’ defence.
Broken Britain's gutter press New Year banner headlines are unified in their pathetic reports of the near death crisis, airlift to a North Walsham veterinarian's hospital, progression of treatment and success of emergency surgery performed on a 'constipated goldfish' (Crappius auratus auratus) named Frank – and all in a futile attempt to comply with a monarchical 'Read This, Tremble and Obey' mass media public distraction edict from Fuckingham Palace to keep the common herd's eye off the ball while the Royal minders PR spin team got their 'emphatic denial' defence act together to convincingly condemn and refute allegations that Prince Randy Andy, the grand old Duke of Pork, is as guilty as his convicted paedophile sex slave abuser / boozing / coke snorting swinger pal Jeffrey 'Both Ways' Epstein, of bonking underage snatch.
The standard strew of palace disinformation and denials besides, anarchists, republicans and assorted nihilists are over the proverbial 'iconoclastic moon' with the Royal family's latest New Year scandalous embarrassment - that the paunchy Andrew, a talentless parasitic fuckup in his own right, has been named in a US civil suit as one of the pederast abusers of Jeffrey Epstein's child sex slave trafficking harem – all of which slots perfectly with allegations that his elder brother (and heir to the throne / king-in-waiting) Prince Chazzer - aka the Royal Plant Whisperer – (who was short-listed for an Oscar for his part of Dobby in the last Harry Potty movie) - was heavily into kiddie fiddling and shagging corpses with his great mate, Sir Jimmy Savile.
One member of this infamous paedo concubine seraglio, Jane Doe #2 - aka Fellattia van Gamm, who Epstein bought from her parents in Transylvanian for the price of a Siemens cappuccino maker when she was 12 years old, has named among her abusers the high flying celebrity lawyer Alan Derscumowitz – who has since thrown a typical Ashkenazi kikester hissy fit and gone into denial mode, claiming Fellattia is a fantasist he has never met – and hence by extension of this fact – neither has Prince Andrew Saxe-Coburg-Gotha-Windsor of York. Hmmm, now who's the fantasist.
Likewise, civil case pursuant Jane Doe #3 - aka Virginia Roberts – has named her pimp / recruiter into the life of sex slave whore at 15 years old as grotty Ghislaine Maxsmell, the bisexual daughter of bent publisher and Zionist stooge, the 'Bouncing Czech' himself - Cap'n Bob Maxsmell (Jan Ludvic Hoch) – murdered by Mossad back in 1991 for not following orders and being a bit of an all-round unreliable KGB double agent twat.
Roberts' civil complaint alleges she was forced to engaged in BD/SM-themed clusterfuck orgies where she and the 13 year old bisexual circus acrobat Sapphie Godemiche engaged in rampant three hole romps with the Duke of Pork and a household name ex-British Slime Minister at Epstein's personal Caribbean sex slave hideaway of St Tits, part of the US 'Virgin Islands' (sic - no pun intended) group – with her civil court complaint provided graphic testimony of giving the Prince a sloppy blow job 69-style, while massaging his prostate with a courgette – a service for which Epstein reportedly paid her US$15,000.
One abuser Roberts is rumoured to have specifically identified is old 'Vermin in Ermine' himself – the stoat-coated Lord Peter Scandalson of the Felchers – and an occasion which provided a disgusting 'hands-on' multi-tasking sexperience when forced to rim the latter pervert then push a 'wedge' of five freaked-out, traumatised hamsters up his back passage
Also named as abused claimants in the paired US$50 million suits are former Epstein sex slaves Candida Mingerot, Olga Slutanova, Beverly Titwank, Mingeeter Tribber, Slagella McSkanger, Chantelle Slitcrotch and Russian lap dancer Tekem Orloff – the latter gifted to Epstein by exiled Siberian zillionaire oligarch Oleg Mobsaroubles - owner of Gulag Gaz.
More damning still is the FBI's possession of registered sex offender Epstein's notorious 'black book' - chocker block full with the contact details of a host of the usual suspects - Fabian Society / Round Table / Club of Rome / Vatican / Bilderberger bisexuals, outright sodomites and raving pederast 'blackmail material potential' victims – including Tony 'Miranda' Bliar, Beardie Branson, Henry 'Viagra' Kissasser, Evelyn de Rothshite, Peter Scandalson, Duke Andy Windsor, Dodger Bill Clinton and Michail Sackashit of Russtheft Energy, to name a mere sampling - and all great believers in Epstein's male chauvinist maxim that girls old enough to bleed are hence fair game to 'butcher'.
For the record there are two current US$50 million bucks civil suits filed against Epstein – who has made in excess of 20 out-of-court mega-bucks settlements since being convicted and imprisoned for solicitation.
So the burden of proof viz Randy Andy's actual guilt still has to be laid on Justice's scale – with a cat in hell's chance of that happening due the conundrum of the arrestable class and the unarrestable class – for the PTB labour under the misapprehension that crimes by members of the elite must be swept under the rug as prosecuting them would destabilise 'the system'.
Conversely trial by public opinion has already returned a black capped verdict of 'guilty' due the ill-mannered brat's past dirty deeds and scumbag associations: for here the old maxim applies: 'know and judge a man by his associates' (Fat Fergie / Epstein etc, et al).
Yet WTF can be expected from our raving bonkers Royals with their exaggerated sense of entitlement and abuse of privilege - talk about welfare benefit cheats – the entire caboodle are a bunch of social parasites.
The whole of Europe's purported Merovingian monarchical bloodline are blighted with congenital birth defects – both mental and physical - resulting from generations of inbreeding with their own mongrel psychopath relatives and swimming freestyle at the shallow end of the gene pool – with a perfect instance being the deviant Duke of Pork's creophagous-jawed slapper-class daughters, Beatrice and Eugenie - with their fucked up piranha fanged dentistry and sub-zero IQs.
It sort of gladdens the hearts of the common herd – those with a couple of brain cells still achieving telemetry and not given to flag waving displays of subservient fealty to the ruling Brotherhood of the Snake cult – that the predatory rabid Royals find themselves embroiled in yet another bad news scandal – which all comes down to their exaggerated and absurd sense of arse-kissing entitlement, abuse of privilege and this misconceived divine right to behave like cunts while manipulating the illusion of competence, yet are collectively stricken with severe credibility issues of a Biblical order of magnitude.
These reptiles are an exorbitantly expensive high maintenance (unnecessary and redundant) 'asset' (sic) that weighs heavily on the public taxpayer's purse – and an embarrassment to themselves with their garbed ceremonial symbolism and occult practices – and more to the point, a public liability.
Thus Andy, the Duke of Pork, finds himself, once again, in a state of discomfort, due being the focus of a style of public attention he'd rather avoid – all down to his past friendship with convicted sex offender Jeffrey 'Nonce-Ponce' Epstein, who bankrolled him to pay off Fat Fergie's debts and provided lots of underage pussy to bonk.
'Tis a fact that the seed never falls far from the tree and Randy Andy follows after his promiscuous 'shag a dead rat' father (no, not the Royal Rudeness, Prince Stavros of Edinburgh – aka Virus Man) but his 'real' Dad - 'Old Porchy' – aka Henry George Reginald Molyneux Herbert, Lord Porchester and 7th Earl of Carnarvon – the licentious Lizzie's racing manager and part time lover – along with Baron Paddy Plonker, Royal Equerry and Deputy Master of the Royal Household – who sired the useless slack-jawed younger sprog – Prince Eddie of the Spendthrifts.
As to the horse-faced Anne, she follows her father, Stavros – both being right nasty pieces of work.
This casual leg-over syndrome must run throughout the entire Satanic Saxe-Coburg-Gotha tribe – these 'Wicked Windsors' – aka Monsters Inc – as we have the ginger mingin Prince Harry Hewitt, another Royal Cuckoo fathered by some horny lackey-in-waiting to a fairytale Princess selected as a brood mare to produce an heir and a spare.
The latest 'damage control on steroids' deniability mode statement from Fuckingham Palace spokesperson Sir Rupert Slack-Twatt related that Saturday morning's newspaper headlines were 'pretty unpalatable for the Prince and the shameless royal family'.
Aye, alas, but that's the sad way of things where the Truth is concerned.
So is this self-acclaimed bastion of virtue and stalwart of moral rectitude to be believed? Not if his past track record is anything to go by – and here I draw on personal experience of the vulgar maxim that a 'standing cock bears no conscience'.
In 1996 Andy was on another of his ego-massaging home and away trips and turned up in Manila during the pre-Xmas week of December heading a military delegation to boost defence ties with the Philippines.
After doing the diplomatic rounds and observing the required protocols of shaking hands with President Ramos and every other oligarch scumbag and their dog, Andy and his minders did a tour of the fleshpots of Manila's red light area of Ermita – where the 'legal / licensed' bar life 'entertainers', topless go-go dancers and jail bait hospitality girls are classed as fair game as soon as they have hair they can sit on.
Obviously no written 'Royal diary' record exists of those shenanigans or details of the 'hostesses' Andy and Co bar fined and took back to the Peninsula Hotel for onward entertainment.
Doubtless that night of sin went down pretty well as Andy must have acquired a taste for exotic coffee brown Asian tottie, making return trips in May 2001 and December 2004 while on a whistle-stop tour, drumming up trade agreements - for an alleged encore ménage à trois clusterfuck with a couple of Ermita's top notch suck n swallow three hole sluts.
On the subject of a taste for exotic Asian tottie, we have Andy's 'on and off' (sic) leg-over relationship with lissom Filipina mestiza beauty (and egocentric psycho nymph' slut) - model Alexandra Escat, who apparently spit the dummy with the Prince when staying at the iconic Manila Pen' Hotel and the capricious tosser demanded that kitchen staff had to iron his breakfast bacon as he didn't like it Pinoy style 'crispy / curly'.
To wit, regal denials – in triplicate - besides, and regardless of the hedonistic party animal Andy swearing his innocence on the body of a dead heron and a pick n mix stack of Korans, Torahs, Bibles and Argos catalogues, all before three Bishops and a Magistrate - is the man lying through his royal dentures and up for a bit of underage sex whenever the opportunity arises?
That is the question to ponder on – along with 'does the Pope shit in the woods?' and 'are grizzy bears Catholic?' – and 'is Prince Philip a grotty Greek?'
Thus where does this leave our constitutional 'Mummy' Monarch – Elizabeth Regina Mk 2? Well, with Epstein having Randy Andy caught on camera / videoed during his carnal indiscretions, in a very bad compromising position as far as being wide open to both coercion and blackmail by sources foreign and domestic (Mossad / Rothshites) are concerned, if she wishes to maintain the status quo.
There again we already have the 'Lizzie's been got at' instance of Fuckingham Palace petitioning the US Justice Department – via the Shite House – to go easy on Epstein and cut him a sweetheart deal (solicitation charge versus paedo sex slave trafficking) back in 2008.
Thought for the day.
How does the old nursery rhyme go:
Oh the Grand old Duke of Pork
He bonked ten thousand whores .... ?
Hmmm, doubtless Royal lawyers Tarbrush & Spewitt will be preparing a batch of 'shut the fuck up - or else!' libel and slander writs ready for serving on whistle-blowers, media expose merchants and paedo abuse victims alike.
'Impunitas sempre ad deteriora invitat’: Impunity always leads to greater crimes.
Luke 8:17 - ‘For there is nothing secret that shall not be made known’
Proverbs 26:26 - Their malice may be concealed by deception, but their wickedness will be exposed in the assembly’.
Allergy warning: This article was composed in a known propaganda-infested area - and whilst purposely blending high octane irreverence, slanderous allegations and unbridled conjecture with wild rumour 'and' hard public interest factoids - may also contain traces of slight exaggeration, modest porkies, misaligned references and lashings of bush telegraph innuendo.
Rusty’s Skewed News Views (Purveyors of Bespoke Satire) - enhanced with a modest touch of Yeast Logic and a piquant dash of Political Incorrectness: a news sheet and media source not owned by Rupert Murdoch and the Masonic Zionist kikester lobby, committed to the relay of open source information – and immune from litigation under the statutes of the ‘Fair Comment in the Public Interest’ defence.
Friday, 2 January 2015
Climate Change Act = Gas Gone
Once again, the latest and the greatest in scandal-mongering hot gossip from Anarchy Central’s 24/7 Truth & Rumour Mill – with dispatches hand forged and crafted into bespoke satire to tempt the palates of all budding nihilists and career revolutionaries who carry the immortal bloodline of the rebel sons of Belial.
Hey ho and the Yuletide pangs of festive over-spending are starting to be felt with the murmuring post Xmas season depression waves of the debt tsunami yet to strike when credit card and overdraft bills start to roll in – and the Gash Cash / Ripoff Readies payday loan thugs from the Renta-Moron Agency come round and kick your front door off its hinges as a gentle reminder it's time to pay up – or else.
Yep, and New Year also presents the perfect occasion to say fuck 'em and end it all – head in the oven and a final wry smile in the knowledge that British Gas ain't gonna be able to bill you for this suicide consumption finale.
So go on, make the most of the opportunity, for it may be the last chance with a gas oven 'easy way out' – thanks to New Labour's fuckwit child prodigy, Ed Millipede, who, in his unqualified capacity as the first ever Secretary of State for Energy and Climate Change, signed the 2008 Climate Change Act that will see domestic gas supplies curtailed in the coming years.
And for 20-plus zillion households it simply won't be the end of 'ending it all' in the gas oven, as whatever government of the day holds office will be mandated to enforce the phasing out all our gas-fired appliances: cookers, hot water and central heating systems, forcing the hapless common herd to replace them at a cost of untold billions as 90% of all homes around Broken Britain are heated with natural gas.
Okay, sorry for hitting the panic button, this ain't gonna happen next week, but within the next two decades – a mere 20 years / by 2035 - gas as a domestic fuel - along with petrol and diesel – will go the way of the Dodo and be no more.
Not only domestic appliances - cooking / heating - but every fucking thing else – the cars and trucks that jam up Britain’s roads and pollute the environment with nasty CO2 / toxic emissions - will have to be powered by electricity – or fitted with pedals.
Conversely this UN / EUSSR statutory requirement pipe dream plot will represent the most far-reaching energy revolution since running water in village streams and donkeys walking around in circles were harnessed as power sources.
On the downside we have a government facing the virtually impossible task of juggling how to comply with this legal and obligatory 'decarbonisation' requirement - short of shutting down each and every aspect of Britain's fossil-fuel-dependent economy.
So regardless of the fact there is no looming shortage of oil or gas and global supplies of both are being constantly replenished within the Earth by Gaia's deep core / sub mantle magma abiotic chemistry, the cut-off will be down to New Labour's 'Meddling Millipede' sticking his moniker on this fatally flawed Climate Change Act.
Yep, climate change – that's the all-new bogeyman now the global warming myth has been exposed as utter bullshit and the true blue beardies and anoraks science types who don't toe the Neanderthal Patchuri's IPCC bullshit line admit that we've not actually emerged from the last Ice Age yet.
Thus to get around this inconvenient truth problem, anthromorphic climate change is now the replacement vehicle of choice to push the Illuminati bankster's carbon credits cap and trade exchange scam into a money-spinning reality.
Of course the climate's changing - no argument there - it never stops. Any fucker and their dog over 50 years of age living in the UK will have seen the Indian summers of their youth morph into what we have today – two annual seasons: monsoons and wet winters – and human activity having sweet fuck all to do with the natural Earth changes – which have their origins with the capricious (perhaps 'omnipotent design') moods of the electro-magnetic, plasma-generating yellow star at the centre of our solar system.
Now this climate change-related 'gas gone' scam must be the worst idea any government has come up with since the last bad idea – especially so now the price of oil and gas – (at the wellheads, and eventually the pumps / meters) – is being artificially manipulated in a downward spiral by the barbaric Saudis and OPEC Gulf state suppliers and the Great Satan to give Russia and President Vlad Putrid major economic – and socio-political – headaches.
There again, on the upside, the despised environmental polluting practice of fracking for shale gas with nasty radioactive toxic chemical cocktails has - due the oil price drop / remuneration factors - become too costly by far to pursue.
Hence what is the 'compliance solution'? No need for three guesses, is there.
Tens of thousands of onshore and offshore ('eyesore') inefficient / subsidised wind farms (50,000 by 2035 at a cost in excess of £500 billion quid) – plus a swathe of Generation X zero-carbon nuclear reactors (but not zero radioactivity) to equally blight the landscape – and carbon capture and storage facilities for remaining CO2 emissions to be piped away and buried in holes under the North Sea – a crap toxic effect / environmental pollution scam that is on an equal par with fracking.
Really, WTF is it with this incompetence dynamic that's pandemic to the political parties? Is any fucker or the dog up to the job of running the country – in the manner it should be done – for the benefit of the people and not some cabal, some crime syndicate of moneyed Masonic Shylock banksters?
To wit, if domestic gas is out, then it logically follows suit that open fires (logs / coal), barbeques, and the ubiquitous pot bellied patio heating chiminea will go the way of the dinosaurs too – along with November 5th Bonfire Night – when we burn effigies of the only bloke to come up with a decent idea of how to change the way our once sceptred isle is run – by blowing up the House of Conmans.
Thought for the day. No gas stoves? How is any self harmer in need of a spot of comfort zone 'personal suicide space' supposed to maintain some modicum of dignity and decorum to snuff themselves painlessly?
Well the gas-less' end product of the 2008 Climate Change Act is gonna piss off any 'likely lass' Sylvie Plath and Assia Wevill copycats who get fed up with hubby / partner Ted writing shit poems about fucking crows and decide to stick their head in the oven - cos it don't work so well with electric or microwave types.
Ah well at least such a move will see the back of the despised British Gas profiteering utility supply sleazesters- unless they morph into some other equally noxious money-grubbing entity.
Allergy warning: This article was composed in a known propaganda-infested area - and whilst purposely blending high octane irreverence, slanderous allegations and unbridled conjecture with wild rumour 'and' hard public interest factoids - may also contain traces of slight exaggeration, modest porkies, misaligned references and lashings of bush telegraph innuendo.
Rusty’s Skewed News Views (Purveyors of Bespoke Satire) - enhanced with a modest touch of Yeast Logic and a piquant dash of Political Incorrectness: a news sheet and media source not owned by Rupert Murdoch and the Masonic Zionist kikester lobby, committed to the relay of open source information – and immune from litigation under the statutes of the ‘Fair Comment in the Public Interest’ defence.
Hey ho and the Yuletide pangs of festive over-spending are starting to be felt with the murmuring post Xmas season depression waves of the debt tsunami yet to strike when credit card and overdraft bills start to roll in – and the Gash Cash / Ripoff Readies payday loan thugs from the Renta-Moron Agency come round and kick your front door off its hinges as a gentle reminder it's time to pay up – or else.
Yep, and New Year also presents the perfect occasion to say fuck 'em and end it all – head in the oven and a final wry smile in the knowledge that British Gas ain't gonna be able to bill you for this suicide consumption finale.
So go on, make the most of the opportunity, for it may be the last chance with a gas oven 'easy way out' – thanks to New Labour's fuckwit child prodigy, Ed Millipede, who, in his unqualified capacity as the first ever Secretary of State for Energy and Climate Change, signed the 2008 Climate Change Act that will see domestic gas supplies curtailed in the coming years.
And for 20-plus zillion households it simply won't be the end of 'ending it all' in the gas oven, as whatever government of the day holds office will be mandated to enforce the phasing out all our gas-fired appliances: cookers, hot water and central heating systems, forcing the hapless common herd to replace them at a cost of untold billions as 90% of all homes around Broken Britain are heated with natural gas.
Okay, sorry for hitting the panic button, this ain't gonna happen next week, but within the next two decades – a mere 20 years / by 2035 - gas as a domestic fuel - along with petrol and diesel – will go the way of the Dodo and be no more.
Not only domestic appliances - cooking / heating - but every fucking thing else – the cars and trucks that jam up Britain’s roads and pollute the environment with nasty CO2 / toxic emissions - will have to be powered by electricity – or fitted with pedals.
Conversely this UN / EUSSR statutory requirement pipe dream plot will represent the most far-reaching energy revolution since running water in village streams and donkeys walking around in circles were harnessed as power sources.
On the downside we have a government facing the virtually impossible task of juggling how to comply with this legal and obligatory 'decarbonisation' requirement - short of shutting down each and every aspect of Britain's fossil-fuel-dependent economy.
So regardless of the fact there is no looming shortage of oil or gas and global supplies of both are being constantly replenished within the Earth by Gaia's deep core / sub mantle magma abiotic chemistry, the cut-off will be down to New Labour's 'Meddling Millipede' sticking his moniker on this fatally flawed Climate Change Act.
Yep, climate change – that's the all-new bogeyman now the global warming myth has been exposed as utter bullshit and the true blue beardies and anoraks science types who don't toe the Neanderthal Patchuri's IPCC bullshit line admit that we've not actually emerged from the last Ice Age yet.
Thus to get around this inconvenient truth problem, anthromorphic climate change is now the replacement vehicle of choice to push the Illuminati bankster's carbon credits cap and trade exchange scam into a money-spinning reality.
Of course the climate's changing - no argument there - it never stops. Any fucker and their dog over 50 years of age living in the UK will have seen the Indian summers of their youth morph into what we have today – two annual seasons: monsoons and wet winters – and human activity having sweet fuck all to do with the natural Earth changes – which have their origins with the capricious (perhaps 'omnipotent design') moods of the electro-magnetic, plasma-generating yellow star at the centre of our solar system.
Now this climate change-related 'gas gone' scam must be the worst idea any government has come up with since the last bad idea – especially so now the price of oil and gas – (at the wellheads, and eventually the pumps / meters) – is being artificially manipulated in a downward spiral by the barbaric Saudis and OPEC Gulf state suppliers and the Great Satan to give Russia and President Vlad Putrid major economic – and socio-political – headaches.
There again, on the upside, the despised environmental polluting practice of fracking for shale gas with nasty radioactive toxic chemical cocktails has - due the oil price drop / remuneration factors - become too costly by far to pursue.
Hence what is the 'compliance solution'? No need for three guesses, is there.
Tens of thousands of onshore and offshore ('eyesore') inefficient / subsidised wind farms (50,000 by 2035 at a cost in excess of £500 billion quid) – plus a swathe of Generation X zero-carbon nuclear reactors (but not zero radioactivity) to equally blight the landscape – and carbon capture and storage facilities for remaining CO2 emissions to be piped away and buried in holes under the North Sea – a crap toxic effect / environmental pollution scam that is on an equal par with fracking.
Really, WTF is it with this incompetence dynamic that's pandemic to the political parties? Is any fucker or the dog up to the job of running the country – in the manner it should be done – for the benefit of the people and not some cabal, some crime syndicate of moneyed Masonic Shylock banksters?
To wit, if domestic gas is out, then it logically follows suit that open fires (logs / coal), barbeques, and the ubiquitous pot bellied patio heating chiminea will go the way of the dinosaurs too – along with November 5th Bonfire Night – when we burn effigies of the only bloke to come up with a decent idea of how to change the way our once sceptred isle is run – by blowing up the House of Conmans.
Thought for the day. No gas stoves? How is any self harmer in need of a spot of comfort zone 'personal suicide space' supposed to maintain some modicum of dignity and decorum to snuff themselves painlessly?
Well the gas-less' end product of the 2008 Climate Change Act is gonna piss off any 'likely lass' Sylvie Plath and Assia Wevill copycats who get fed up with hubby / partner Ted writing shit poems about fucking crows and decide to stick their head in the oven - cos it don't work so well with electric or microwave types.
Ah well at least such a move will see the back of the despised British Gas profiteering utility supply sleazesters- unless they morph into some other equally noxious money-grubbing entity.
Allergy warning: This article was composed in a known propaganda-infested area - and whilst purposely blending high octane irreverence, slanderous allegations and unbridled conjecture with wild rumour 'and' hard public interest factoids - may also contain traces of slight exaggeration, modest porkies, misaligned references and lashings of bush telegraph innuendo.
Rusty’s Skewed News Views (Purveyors of Bespoke Satire) - enhanced with a modest touch of Yeast Logic and a piquant dash of Political Incorrectness: a news sheet and media source not owned by Rupert Murdoch and the Masonic Zionist kikester lobby, committed to the relay of open source information – and immune from litigation under the statutes of the ‘Fair Comment in the Public Interest’ defence.
Thursday, 1 January 2015
Rabid Royal Dobby Censors BBC
In this New Year’s ‘Monarchical Abuse’ edition we bring you the latest and greatest in Royal scandal-mongering hot gossip from Anarchy Central’s 24/7 Truth & Rumour Mill – with dispatches hand forged and crafted into bespoke satire to tempt the palates of all budding nihilists and career radicals who carry the immortal bloodline of the rebel sons of Belial and view 2015 as the ideal moment in history to stage a repeat performance of the 1789 and 1917 iconoclastic revolutions that twice-wiped abusive regal dynasties from the pages of history.
A licence fee-funded BBC documentary described by insiders as highly critical of the Prince of Wales has been – like the Jimmy Savile and Hollie Greig paedo sex abuse expose scandals before it – shit-canned with extreme prejudice – in this instance following a 'personalised' bully boy visit to the Beeb's craven Director General, 'Bony Tony' Hall, by Chazzer's Clarence House Tonton Macoute 'Thug Squad' after Hall chose to ignore an earlier blackmail warning note nailed to his guard dog's head – a visit which left him suffering anxiety attack trauma and an unscheduled bowel movement.
The controversial programme - 'Reinventing the Royals' - which was due to air on primetime television this Sunday, goes one step further from the Kraut bloodline Saxe-Coburg-Gotha inbred mongrel clan of syphilitic sociopaths deceitfully renaming themselves Windsor – and investigates the unscrupulous media propaganda methods used by the Prince and QE2's minders to rehabilitate and sanitise his uxoricidal image following the blatant murder of Diana, Princess of Wales - and to integrate the-then Gorgonzilla Porker-Bowels - Chazzer's 'significant other' - into palace life and the public eye – a campaign dubbed with the cryptic codename of 'Operation Big Ear's Bit on the Side'.
Typically, Clarence House has gone into denial mode viz any pressure on Prince Dobby's part to block the programme - which has been a year in the making.
The footage includes a first-ever television interview with the whistle-blowing Sandy McSnitch, employed in the capacity of press secretary to Dobby at the time of Di and Dodo al Fayed's (and the wrongfully maligned Henri Paul) murders.
Even before the fatal staged accident in Paris' Pont de Alma Tunnel the clinically insane Chazzer was increasingly concerned that his image was ‘in tatters’ - while the self-centred Royal family were alarmed by the anti-monarchist sentiment that followed the Paris crash and the common herd demographic having the audacity to question the Royal's 'divine right' to kill off who the fuck they liked – or rather 'disliked'.
McSnitch relates in the programme that "Old Dobby was going off his rocker over being accused of setting up a fatal car accident to get shut of Di' – and shown up as a bad father and unloving husband. He really got a right cob on with the media, both domestic and international, fingering him as the emotionally disturbed psychotic - a middle-aged balding Mummy's boy who talks to fucking house plants and had a pet cactus called Ronnie – who gets wed to a beautiful gal like Di'. It's the old frog and a princess story in reverse – a real no-brainer as to who is going to get the positive media coverage.”
"After the wicked Windsors had Di and Dodo murdered, Dobby hired Mark 'Scumbags' Bolland from the Press Complaints Commission to act as the 'By Appointment' spin doctor for the Royal family – tasked with implementing a program of industrial strength damage control – primarily to repair Chazzer's battered image by concocting opportunities to display him not so much as the loony Royal Plant Whisperer but more of a concerned single parent and caring father."
In addition Bolland had the unenviable job of winning public acceptance for the three-bagger broomstick merchant the Prince described as the 'non-negotiable' fellatrix part of his life – the chain-smoking Royal Wrinkleness, Gorgonzilla Porker-Bowels, the now Duchess of Cornhole.
'Blackadder' Bolland was further charged with convincing Bald Willy and Harry Hewitt to believe the same as the rest of the stupid common herd – specifically the conjured news reports that it was the nasty paparazzi who had hounded their mother to death and not snuffed on the orders of their evil ex-Nazi Granddad, His Royal Rudeness, Prince Stavros Twattenberg of Edinburgh – aka Virus Man.
Hence as Dobby is next in line to the throne we come to the ridiculous title of Fidi Defensor, which he will assume from QE2 when she either abdicates or croaks - and this is a patent worry to all good Christian souls in our once sceptred isle as he's not only a covert fudging bisexual and kiddie fiddler but a closet case Jew – privately circumcised in a 'brit milah' ritual by London's chief mohel, the Rabbi Shylock Snipcock – and in the habit of going round Broken Britain performing the ribbon cutting ceremonies at new synagogues.
So how does this constitutional joke work for the purported 'Defender of the Faith' of the Protestant Church of England?
Probably like much else these preposterous posing clowns get up to (and away with) via their pantomime costumed ceremonial rituals and acts of sheer brazen hubris. Same as a spot of wife-murdering – all Chazzer had to say was "who will rid me of this troublesome bitch?" - and there's MI5 right on the ball – ready and able to take a couple of hours off from blackmailing cabinet minister's over their Elm Guest House and Dolphin Square paedophile crimes and play part in another homicidal royal command performance.
Thus in one respect the pregnant Princess Di' was lucky she didn't find herself another assisted suicide case - propped up against a tree in the David Kelly Memorial Woods, wrists slashed with a blunt gardening knife (so it would hurt more) and half a pack of Co-Proximol shoved down her throat – or worse still, padlocked inside a big black North Face holdall – or a Jill Dando style Increment Unit assassin's bullet in the side of her head.
But the rabid royals have been getting away with all kinds of criminal shit since 'forever' - such as Dobby now being immune from investigation of allegations he and his raving pederast pal Savile were guilty of buggering wee boy scouts up at the deviant DJ's Glencoe (Nonceland) hideaway.
Yet such is typical of the mongrel inbred gene line of the Saxe-Coburg-Gotha psychopaths and we are mildly surprised the bat-eared Chazzer hasn't thrown another of his customary hissy fit bitch tantrums and not had (yet) James Hewitt snuffed – or tossed into some dungeon in the lower reaches of the Tower - for bonking Di' and getting her up the tub with the ginger mingin Prince Harry, aka the Royal Cuckoo.
But what the fuck did he expect of his fairytale princess bride – when he'd rather be bonking the kid's nanny, Tiggy Legge-Bourke, or rolling around in the fucking compost with old Wrinkles – the Botox-deficient Gorgonzilla Porker-Bowels.
Allergy warning: This article was composed in a known propaganda-infested area - and whilst purposely blending high octane irreverence, slanderous allegations and unbridled conjecture with wild rumour 'and' hard public interest factoids - may also contain traces of slight exaggeration, modest porkies, misaligned references and lashings of bush telegraph innuendo.
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A licence fee-funded BBC documentary described by insiders as highly critical of the Prince of Wales has been – like the Jimmy Savile and Hollie Greig paedo sex abuse expose scandals before it – shit-canned with extreme prejudice – in this instance following a 'personalised' bully boy visit to the Beeb's craven Director General, 'Bony Tony' Hall, by Chazzer's Clarence House Tonton Macoute 'Thug Squad' after Hall chose to ignore an earlier blackmail warning note nailed to his guard dog's head – a visit which left him suffering anxiety attack trauma and an unscheduled bowel movement.
The controversial programme - 'Reinventing the Royals' - which was due to air on primetime television this Sunday, goes one step further from the Kraut bloodline Saxe-Coburg-Gotha inbred mongrel clan of syphilitic sociopaths deceitfully renaming themselves Windsor – and investigates the unscrupulous media propaganda methods used by the Prince and QE2's minders to rehabilitate and sanitise his uxoricidal image following the blatant murder of Diana, Princess of Wales - and to integrate the-then Gorgonzilla Porker-Bowels - Chazzer's 'significant other' - into palace life and the public eye – a campaign dubbed with the cryptic codename of 'Operation Big Ear's Bit on the Side'.
Typically, Clarence House has gone into denial mode viz any pressure on Prince Dobby's part to block the programme - which has been a year in the making.
The footage includes a first-ever television interview with the whistle-blowing Sandy McSnitch, employed in the capacity of press secretary to Dobby at the time of Di and Dodo al Fayed's (and the wrongfully maligned Henri Paul) murders.
Even before the fatal staged accident in Paris' Pont de Alma Tunnel the clinically insane Chazzer was increasingly concerned that his image was ‘in tatters’ - while the self-centred Royal family were alarmed by the anti-monarchist sentiment that followed the Paris crash and the common herd demographic having the audacity to question the Royal's 'divine right' to kill off who the fuck they liked – or rather 'disliked'.
McSnitch relates in the programme that "Old Dobby was going off his rocker over being accused of setting up a fatal car accident to get shut of Di' – and shown up as a bad father and unloving husband. He really got a right cob on with the media, both domestic and international, fingering him as the emotionally disturbed psychotic - a middle-aged balding Mummy's boy who talks to fucking house plants and had a pet cactus called Ronnie – who gets wed to a beautiful gal like Di'. It's the old frog and a princess story in reverse – a real no-brainer as to who is going to get the positive media coverage.”
"After the wicked Windsors had Di and Dodo murdered, Dobby hired Mark 'Scumbags' Bolland from the Press Complaints Commission to act as the 'By Appointment' spin doctor for the Royal family – tasked with implementing a program of industrial strength damage control – primarily to repair Chazzer's battered image by concocting opportunities to display him not so much as the loony Royal Plant Whisperer but more of a concerned single parent and caring father."
In addition Bolland had the unenviable job of winning public acceptance for the three-bagger broomstick merchant the Prince described as the 'non-negotiable' fellatrix part of his life – the chain-smoking Royal Wrinkleness, Gorgonzilla Porker-Bowels, the now Duchess of Cornhole.
'Blackadder' Bolland was further charged with convincing Bald Willy and Harry Hewitt to believe the same as the rest of the stupid common herd – specifically the conjured news reports that it was the nasty paparazzi who had hounded their mother to death and not snuffed on the orders of their evil ex-Nazi Granddad, His Royal Rudeness, Prince Stavros Twattenberg of Edinburgh – aka Virus Man.
Hence as Dobby is next in line to the throne we come to the ridiculous title of Fidi Defensor, which he will assume from QE2 when she either abdicates or croaks - and this is a patent worry to all good Christian souls in our once sceptred isle as he's not only a covert fudging bisexual and kiddie fiddler but a closet case Jew – privately circumcised in a 'brit milah' ritual by London's chief mohel, the Rabbi Shylock Snipcock – and in the habit of going round Broken Britain performing the ribbon cutting ceremonies at new synagogues.
So how does this constitutional joke work for the purported 'Defender of the Faith' of the Protestant Church of England?
Probably like much else these preposterous posing clowns get up to (and away with) via their pantomime costumed ceremonial rituals and acts of sheer brazen hubris. Same as a spot of wife-murdering – all Chazzer had to say was "who will rid me of this troublesome bitch?" - and there's MI5 right on the ball – ready and able to take a couple of hours off from blackmailing cabinet minister's over their Elm Guest House and Dolphin Square paedophile crimes and play part in another homicidal royal command performance.
Thus in one respect the pregnant Princess Di' was lucky she didn't find herself another assisted suicide case - propped up against a tree in the David Kelly Memorial Woods, wrists slashed with a blunt gardening knife (so it would hurt more) and half a pack of Co-Proximol shoved down her throat – or worse still, padlocked inside a big black North Face holdall – or a Jill Dando style Increment Unit assassin's bullet in the side of her head.
But the rabid royals have been getting away with all kinds of criminal shit since 'forever' - such as Dobby now being immune from investigation of allegations he and his raving pederast pal Savile were guilty of buggering wee boy scouts up at the deviant DJ's Glencoe (Nonceland) hideaway.
Yet such is typical of the mongrel inbred gene line of the Saxe-Coburg-Gotha psychopaths and we are mildly surprised the bat-eared Chazzer hasn't thrown another of his customary hissy fit bitch tantrums and not had (yet) James Hewitt snuffed – or tossed into some dungeon in the lower reaches of the Tower - for bonking Di' and getting her up the tub with the ginger mingin Prince Harry, aka the Royal Cuckoo.
But what the fuck did he expect of his fairytale princess bride – when he'd rather be bonking the kid's nanny, Tiggy Legge-Bourke, or rolling around in the fucking compost with old Wrinkles – the Botox-deficient Gorgonzilla Porker-Bowels.
Allergy warning: This article was composed in a known propaganda-infested area - and whilst purposely blending high octane irreverence, slanderous allegations and unbridled conjecture with wild rumour 'and' hard public interest factoids - may also contain traces of slight exaggeration, modest porkies, misaligned references and lashings of bush telegraph innuendo.
Rusty’s Skewed News Views (Purveyors of Bespoke Satire) - enhanced with a modest touch of Yeast Logic and a piquant dash of Political Incorrectness: a news sheet and media source not owned by Rupert Murdoch and the Masonic Zionist kikester lobby, committed to the relay of open source information – and immune from litigation under the statutes of the ‘Fair Comment in the Public Interest’ defence.
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