T’was the night before Christmas when all thru the House Not a criminal MP was able to grouse Their pay checks hung in their pockets fair In the hope that St Bill soon’ll be there
Their acolyte promoters, collusional Heads Dreamed visions of kick backs and full hospitals beds. An’ Bojo with mop head filling all with his crap Just settled down for his last winter’s nap
When out in the square there arose such a clamour They all spring from their seats to see what was the matter. Away to the windows, they tore like a flash Tore open their privileged entitlements stash
The moon on the breast of the new formed show Gave a lustre of light to those gathered below, When what to their horror and gaze did appear But a vehicle named PUB and ten thousand nightmares
Led by a warrior so bold, so wily and wry They knew in that moment their luck had run dry More rapid than eagles, this army rolled on As all of them urged each to stay strong.
“Come Forces so mighty, Come Freedom from Hell On Justice, On Peace, Come ring out that Bell To the Sovereign in each, we storm the City of Crime Now crash the old system, crash to dust so fine.
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly When they meet with such obstacles, mount to the sky So blasting the criminals, murderers all With a stash full of charges, that’ll lay them low and fall.
In a twinkling we heard throughout the land The screams of defendants, such a wretched band And all drew a breath at the wonder revealing Colluders, criminals and cowards left reeling.
Their eyes how they sunk, their complexion so haggard Their faces bled dry, knowing how they were buggered Their wimpish mouths pinched hard from their lies Now curled and curved, filled with excreta from flies
The stump of their pipe dreams held so fast in their hope The stench of deception, was there for all to gloat The excess of selfishness, greed and advantage Now turned to terror of the people’s blinding rage
T’was BoJo, Twitty, Wanky, Imbalance, Fergie all Would soon make us joyful at their imminent fall A knowing glance to the rest who are all for the chop Gave a nation the reason to cheer non-stop.
The criminals, in unison spoke not a word, Save Boris shouting, “I’ll expose all these turds!” “We’ve heard all your lies,” the people cried. “Your promises too. All’s left for us now is to flush y’all down the loo!”
The nation, as one, sprang to their feet, Crying freedom for all, and sovereignty sweet Energy released, peace and hope now rewarded, Coloured the dawn of a New Year, so long dream’t, now afforded.
You know when you are about to present the most stunning piece of theatre imaginable, the one thing that you really have to focus on is the PR, the pre-curtain chatter about what may be in this ever greater spoken of production.
Promotion by word of mouth, adherents to the director, producer and script – the previous success this group has had in magnificent efforts really push the buzz forward.
Yet the most spectacular promotion has to come, not from the mainstream – yes they do their bit – but from the characters themselves, in real life, who with arrogance and utter blindness to their action create the very stage where the interest gets larger and larger. The bullhorns tag onto these antics and like lickspittle they are, promote it as if they are the Distractor Generals, they have been told to be.
The Dominic Cummings soap is set to play deeper as days go by. Yes. a distraction from the main theme, yet in its distraction it shows clearly what the PUBs prosecution had foretold months ago – that the in fighting and eye scratching would begin in earnest and vitriolic splendour. The timing could not have been narrowed down to days or hours, yet it could be totally predicted.
The glorious thing is, it has only just begun.
Now I realise many have known the Mainstream has always been the bullhorn of Government propaganda. Just this past weekend when upwards of 500K, to over a million of the good people of Britain came to the capital expressing their various disgusts with the tyranny. Not a whisper from the BBC.
“Organisers of Saturday’s peaceful protest estimate 750,000. Police helicopter feedback is apparently 1 million people…”
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May I suggest that everyone with a handheld or laptop go to the Complaints Dept. at the BBC, Sky and the other usual suspects and voice a complaint about zero to negligible coverage. Inundate them online, show them we know their dirty games. It will at least give them the headache, not us.
However back to the upcoming Pandemic Fraud trial, we are seriously watching, as so much of the pre trial razzamatazz is being remarkably orchestrated by the criminals themselves! It is true that many of us are calling for their heads on a guillotine, yet remind yourselves this is taking place in the High Court, let us do hope it will be, at least, the Old Bailey, as I am such a romantic. One thing is for sure is that justice will be served.
To all those that take the pessimistic take on them escaping scott free, you first must not be inveigled into the thought pattern that these bastards will get away with it. Remember Jonathan Aitken and Jeffrey Archer. They both did not escape justice, even though they were sitting MPs. Secondly, there are too many on the inside who are doing their quiet utmost to get this thing rolling. Third, this is the turning point in history, where none of the shenanigans will be able to stop the inevitable roll towards a new era and a victory built on peaceful change.
It may be Bromley Magistrates Court that offers the initial summons to court, yet because of its magnitude, it seems the West End, oops sorry, the Bailey will be the centre stage for this incredibly, long desired outcome.
Today in the Grauniad, a most esteemed turncoat of MI5 filled journos, an article by Andrew Rawnsley, a competent scribbler, gave us a huge leg up – well I say us – what I really mean are all those Grauniad readers, too oblivious or lazy to seek truth, to begin to at least have their fav scribblers feed them food for thought. Sleaze it will never be – fraud, treason, genocide and mass murder, it most definitely will be.
The sleaze of Boris’s fitting out of No10 at the expense of toe rags, of course distracts, yet it paints the scurrilous toff for what he is.
Now the Daily Mail at the best of times is too far down the gutter to retrieve, yet it is useful to note the sort of headlines they produce at the moment:
Daily Mail Monday 26-4-21
Once again a pop at the PM.
Dear reader, you see what these rags are doing, apart from throwing some of their most supported masters under the bus. They are prepping themselves for the inevitable. That being, where they get their aiding and abetting orders from the courts.
Trying to save your arse, already punctured with assailing shafts from above, is common practice in criminality. Bozo has already made it quite clear behind closed doors, he is happy to squeal like a piglet, to save his. We suggest he chats with fellow criminal, Cameron, on that subject – pigs, I mean.
The day of reckoning is so close you could almost touch it. These petty and grand criminals will be doing so much more of this, turning on each other, that it will become, by their own hands, the best show in town.
Let us support the media that continues to highlight these spats. They are at last doing, in a roundabout way, their job for us. As for the front row seats, let us hope that this revolution will be televised like no other.