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Bullingdon Boys - Our "Betters"

The Bullingdon Club of 1992: pictured are (1) George Osborne, (2) Harry Mount, (3) Chris Coleridge, (4) Lupus von Maltzahn, (5) Mark Petre (6) Peter Holmes a Court, (7) Nat Rothschild, (8) Jason Gissing
“We will fight them on the beaches, we will
fight them on the sea and in the air ... we will never
surrender..”



Jack Straw, King Vaz the First, the Blair gang, "Lord Mandelson", those in the European Commission crooked money cartel, those deeply entrenched in the Citadels of Power, all make positively sure that those words never appear and are never
heard ,or repeated “anywhere”.

English men? Nothing more than plastic, processed, balls of fat, their eyes can only see a pint of beer, a pair of knickers, their “favourite” football field. Their brains can only count to five, about the maximum amount of goals usual in any match.

My sincere regards to all women, whatever their cause.

Amen.

Saturday, 14 February 2009

Mayor Boris turns the air true blue in F-word tirade at top Labour MP Keith Vaz

By Nicholas Cecil, Daily MailLast updated at 10:57 AM on 12th February 2009

Clearly you must have a fatwa on your head after villifiying Mr. Keith Vaz , whom I have long said will be “King Vaz The First”… Vast Black Muslim masses thronging the Mall and spilling into Trafalgar Square, endlessly chanting his name, gold leaved minarets on Buckingham Palace… Islam rather than multiculturalism has now become the key for the labour party.
Why is the left so intent of placing this country in the hands of Islam, which it is doing each moment of every day??
This has been my particular emphasis for a long time, with my leaning towards the National Front as there is no alternative.
There is now one person who is apparently unafraid of the Muslim masses and is willing to put his head above the parapet making the situation something of a paradox ... yourself, which also makes me having to re think this subject. According to you, I am wrong. You are, as it stands, dismissive of Mr. Vaz and his aspirations, backed by the inscrutable Jack Straw who sleeps with Orwell under his pillow and is the only key holder to room 101
Your outburst, so unusual , remarkably so, in Orwellian England, that I am still not sure if your exchange of words with this creature was simply a political get up, such is the person’s in the streets distrust of politics and more deeply so, politicians.

(You evidently told him to fuck off in double digits. Personally I could have broken the record and had the Thought Police at my house with a helicopter and three armoured cars, in three minutes, all staked out "Come out, with your hands up, Bill!" )

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