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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, 8 August 2009

Lord Sheldon nets £130,000 in expenses from Lords


A former guardian of the public purse claimed six years’ expenses for a house he gave away

From The Sunday Times
August 9, 2009

Insight: Claire Newell, Jonathan Calvert, Solvej Krause

THE former chairman of a parliamentary financial watchdog has claimed more than £130,000 in expenses from the House of Lords by designating as his “main home” a house he gave to his son six years ago.
Lord Sheldon, who chaired the public accounts committee for 14 years, lives with his wife in London but said his main residence was his former family home in Manchester.
Decrepit, disdainful, decomposing, dishonest, diseased...corrupt... the English aristocracy, "our betters"since 400AD, 1600 years of subjection to these arrogent creatures.
With the imminent advent of "King Vaz the First" minarets on Buckingham Palace, vast black masses thronging the Mall, ever chanting his name... there will be another 1600 years of subjection ... in another form.
A Triumph for Islam.
Time... time gentlemen please

HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot—
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Goonight Bill. Goonight Lou. Goonight May. Goonight.
Ta ta. Goonight. Goonight.
Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night, good night.

(with appologies to T.S. Eliott)

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