EJECTING PEOPLE? WHO DOES NICK GRIFFIN THINK HE IS, TONY BLAIR?
A skymadeupnewsandfilth journalist is ejected from a BNP anti-racism rally for, well, for being from skymadeupnewsandfilth.
Mr Walter Wolfgang, 82, being ejected from a NewLabour conference for daring to speak just one word of Truth to Power. Mr Wolfgang survived the HitlerShitTerror to hear, at the end of his life, Tony Blair tell him that despite being manhandled and silenced by NewLabour thugs and slags, he was lucky to be living in such a democracy as he, Blair, permitted, here in HMP Britain.
No, really, he is my hero, Blair, said Mr Griffin,
after his party had made its commitment to anti-racist practices at all its future Klan meetings. I mean, look,
As the election approaches, those who launched Holocaust, the Movie, in Iraq and Afghanistan will attempt to make use of the British National Party; those who have collateralised the lives and limbs of maybe half a million wog children will chide us, lest we vote for racism; will patronise us that our disgust at their rapacious, greedy, incompetent degeneracy is actually merely voter apathy, our shortcoming, not theirs, that all that needs to happen is a new, fresh, reforming, modernising but austere government, all, then, will be as before, the worm-eaten, putrid body politic resurrected. All of the uni-party, consumeriste totalitairiens nouvelle , the indistinguishables, will find common cause in blackguarding the oaf, Griffin, as though he and not they had launched wars illegal and immoral, as though he and not they had enabled the crushing of civil liberties, the erosion of rights which were never properly in the gift of government, not theirs to tinker with, rights and not therefore removable by the ghastly, sightless, brainless, hopeless, cock-waving demagogue, Blind Boy Blunkett; it will be as though 'twas mad, bug eyed Nick who burned all the money and who gave what was left to the bankers to dish-out amongst themselves; Griffin who sold the passports, fixed the visas, copped the freebies, shredded the expenses, banged the secretaries, sold the peerages, fixed the enquiries, lost the data, pissed the IT billions up the wall, made the children into illterate, homicidal, knife-wielding, granny-raping little fuckpigs, opened the borders, closed the pubs, buried bad news and gave Rover to the Germans . That we are ruined is little if anything to do with neo-Nazism and in any event, what awaits us in the neo-Communist European Project into which we have been dragooned, denied a referendum by all those who cry Wolf! at Griffin's thuggishness, heedless that their own uniformed minders baton-whip women on the streets of London, kill, shoot and maim as they please, the Terror threat a welcome carte blanche to every Griffinite in the Met? What awaits us in the New World Order should be our concern and all of those shitting in our faces are determined that we are there bound, like it or not.
Griffin's shape-shifting rhetoric is bollocks, sure there are neo-Nazis, there are Jehovah's Witnesses, too, and Flat Earthers but we do not face Judgement Day and the Earth has neither edge nor corner; we certainly need not fear the BNP getting hold of the reins of Power; our fear should be their retention in the hands of the likes of Brown, Cameron and God spare us, the gobby prick-in-a-suit, Nick Haircut as Kingmaker.
Most will be a bit uneasy at the sight of that bloke being slung out of Berchtesgarden, yesterday but should not swallow any suggestion from Westminster that they must, therefore, all vote, again, for the criminalati ancien, Fuck, no. When it comes to shameless corruption, copraphiliacal degeneracy, stupefyingly cack-handed uselessness and downright, vicious, bloody, racist wickedness, the BNP are just a white herring.
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OT - had to watch Brown getting rimmed by Pierced Organ from behind a cushion but are they now taking PR lessons from North Korea? All that shit about him raising money for starving Africans in his cot, the Victor Ludorum phase, the posse of swooning political totty, Inhuman Courage in the Face of Shit etc etc. Two especially bizarre moments I thought were the ring-from-America routine (no Ratners in Fife?) and his remark about Sarah's having "produced milk". Holy Cow, Fatman.
A white herring, indeed. The pasty-faced bogey man has become the shared currency of the "political class" - if you can't love us, at least fear him, Machiavellianism in practice - to ensure their succession to the throne.
In the 2001 census there were 54 million white people in Great Britain (sic). Even with those "floodgates" being opened to all and sundry, it would seem the population is still over 90% white.
And yet one would hardly know this if one listens to any politico, BNP or otherwise. One cannot deny that racism is alive and well and ugly in this land, but the perceptions of who lives here have been so willfully warped that it is hard not to see it as akin to Hitlerian jew-blaming.
Armed forces chief Sir Jock Stirrup describes the killing of 12 Afghans during Operation Moshtarak as a "serious setback" How true , how very true especially for the 12 who were bumoed off really set them back.
Mr Verge, having not subjected myself to Brown's sobathon, I was puzzled by your reference to GB's ballroom dancing past. Sadly, Victor Ludorum turns out not to be the same thing as Victor Silvester. More coffee for me!
Dear Mr PTB, as it happens they did cover Bruin's feets o'flame, but in terms of an opportunity declined. At parties, we were told, he would be not dancing but talking politics in the kitchen, surrounded (I think the implication was) by aforementioned adoring idealist totty. Since you missed it, may be worth mentioning there was a distinct "protest too much" feeling about his always-hated-drugs, never-touched-drugs routine (largactil anyone?)
It is nice to see that Mr Griffin has opened up the BNP to "darkies and ragheads" but no "fucking yids or paddy bastards". All so very much more inclusive. If it hadn't just happened you would have taken it as some mad idea out of Evelyn Waugh. It was an entertainment for a Sunday given that England were playing like St Trinian's 3rd XV.
As you say though, Mr Ishmael, it is but a sideshow, a little speck of shite on the dance slipper of decency. 15,000 of the most heavily armed fuckers ever to wear army boots - well, that will certainly change your day and teach you the meaning of democracy and equal rights before the law. We hold these truths to be self-evident. All men are created equal - except Afghani fuckers, niggers, and Eye-raqi babies. Semper fi. Griffin is but a babe in arms compared to these people.
Takes a man with de Sadean appetites for filth, such as yourself, Mr Verge, someone ingesting fecal matter intravenously, whilst skinning infants alive, sat in a bathful of cold menstrual blood and semen - you know the trip - to sit through and analyse that masturbatory chimps' tea party. I watched snatches of it through fingers clamped before my eyes - honest - but kept switching it off, aghast and revolted, revulsion, indeed, elbowing anger aside. Among whom this horror show might have been deemed positive, heart-warming and constructive is difficult and uncomfortable to discern, those who foregather at fires and roadcrashes, perhaps or members of the necrophiliac community, maybe the less hard-core horror freaks, compulsive grievers and mourners, those who wept for Mad Diana, daubed themselves in the blood of Holly and Jessica, paid Gerry & Cilla McCann's mortgage for them, will strew the path of Gordon's armoured Daimler with garage flowers, weeping as his corpse grin passes by, or pile them around the TV studio doors.
That was neatly summarised mr ptb, my own view is that those who prate the loudest about racism are the worst offenders - I would never notice Obama's pigmentation, if he didn't just so keep going on about it, himself, constantly rehearsing this absurd paradox that America is a great nation because it elected him but right up until November 2008 was the last bastion in the developed world of apartheid and white supremacy, only his election washing away the sins of three hundred years and yet, in the next breath, extolling Amurrca as being, ever, the Land of the Free. This is some form of mental illness to which he invites us and which, as mr mongoose and mr anonymous report, he now exports to the ancient villages on the Silk Road of the stans. What is delightful is that even those among skymadeupnewsandfilth who are not embedded up WarCorp's arse but at home, in the studios of Truth, are so completely, uncritically committed to the Mission, whatever it is today, however many defenceless children lie crushed under NATOs Boot of Freedom, however many are buried together in rude caskets, swift, before sundown; a setback, but a price worth paying. Over to Francis, with the weather.
Griffin, though, too stupid, too vain to see his stooge value as pantomime villain. Odd that he should tolerate being demonised by the likes of, God help us, a woman so vile as Blair Babe, Margaret Hodge. Ah, those were the days.
'it will be as though 'twas mad, bug eyed Nick who burned all the money and who gave what was left to the bankers to dish-out amongst themselves; Griffin who sold the passports, fixed the visas, copped the freebies, shredded the expenses, banged the secretaries, sold the peerages, fixed the enquiries, lost the data, pissed the IT billions up the wall, made the children into illterate, homicidal, knife-wielding, granny-raping little fuckpigs, opened the borders, closed the pubs, buried bad news and gave Rover to the Germans'
- That Sir, is fucking art.
Indeed, Mr DtP, "it weren't me" will be all we'll hear and only another 25 years worth of listening to go.
And I now see that Adams - the baby- and grannie-murdering bastard - says that it was the fucking Brits what killed Jesus. "Well, they were Latiny Eye-tie Brits but fucking Brits all the same." If I have to read any more of this crap I may well lose my reason.
It is too much even that the swine has the brass neck not to spend his entire life on his fucking knees begging forgiveness from whatever passes for God in whatever passes for his brain. That he has so little knowledge of the mumbo-jumbo let alone the behaviour of a colonial power - and with all his "experience" - well, it just beggars belief. How can one man cram that much stupidity into one already shit-filled head?
Up there in Scotland,the best part of England,are you aware of the story of the downs syndrome girl Hollie Greig and the Sheriff of Aberdeen Graeme Buchanon?
A reporter Robert Green has been arrested while campaigning on behalf of the girl and her mother who alleges she was abused by a peadophile ring.
The allegations of a cover up seem to point to the highest offices in the land.
Apologies for sidetracking but this smells bad.
those who wept for Mad Diana, "Certainly wasn't the florists nice one Diana lets have another one. Mr Ishmael why not have a glimpse at the previous post on youtube? fucking awful.
Can I direct you, mr anonymous, to the website of Scotland Against Crooked Lawyers - just google that. Tnere you will find enough menace in high places to make your eyes water, ALternatively, google Dunblane massacre, George Robertson,MP, Thomas Hamilton, firearms certificate, paedophile ring.
mr anonymous at 15.16, sorry, I don't understand.
Just all spewed out in one Psalm of Ruin, mr DTP, could have gone on for days.
Shame the Provos' world famous Conflict Resolution Expertise Team - honest, you couldn't make it up, headed by Bomb Maestro, Gerry Kelly - is not being deployed in Afghanistan, eh, Mr Mongoose?
Dear Mr Ish, I never paid much attention to the lyrics of "Your Love Is King" when it was a Halls of Residence pestilence 25 years ago or so; I had no idea she was such a dirty cow. Live & learn.
Presumably Clegg will be up next, the sweaty romance of meeting mother fist and her five daughters on that never-to-be-forgotten/freshly-scripted first date, the searing tragedy of his first dead hamster (insert ferreting gag at will.)
Failure to feel our betters' pain to be criminalised within 5 years?
"Sarge, the scanner shows these cunts don't care about Dear Leader's wormfood brat. Is that a taser or a baton-charge?"
"No such thing as a first offence these days, constable. Cattle-prod spit-roasts all round."
I couldn't watch it either. The only clip I saw by accident was the Ruiner describing his romantic proposal to his future nursemaid: we should get married as soon as possible. There might have been more, but I missed it because someone was screaming.
Often,when I see the aims of the BNP debated, I sense the quiet curses of those accidentally treading on dried leaves in the silence of the night, being wary, as they are, of some unseen gamekeeper, the insidious 'thought police' of their consciences perhaps, and at the same time realising, with febrile irritation, that they should bear no guilt of trespass.
And concluding that, as of right, their own minds should be free to wander as they will, and come to their own truths, palatable or distasteful. Or, crucially, both; with that acceptable blend of sugar and salt.
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No, I would not wish to see the BNP given too much in the way of power; perhaps just enough by those who share their views to demonstrate that those Parties which state relatively clearly what they say they will do 'on the tin' can avail themselves of some justified political power, to the detriment of those ugly and hypocritical Parties (and their hacks) which don't, and won't.
I have not watched a second of it and I hope to remain in this complete ignorance for as long as I am spared.
As for the apparently graceless proposal of marriage, I am surprised, Mrs Narcolept, that he did not send her a memo - or get his PPS to do it. "Oi, you, take this woman out to supper and ask her to marry me, will you. Here's fifty quid; buy her a ring." The poor bloody woman. What horrible Faustian bargain has she made? It's too ghastly to think about any further.
Adams, Mr Ishmael, I would deploy by helicopter - from about 10,000ft - having first shackled him to McGuinness, the murderous bastard.
"....bear no guilt of trespass."
I have known countless people, mr anonymous, thus tormented by the foul fiends of career multiculturalism, their intuitive, evolutionarily hard-wired suspicion of alien sights and smells on their streets damned as incorrect, as though they should supress all their instincts or be found wanting, these, the damned as racist, being far more likely to cross the road in acts of universal Samaritanism than ever would Trevor Phillips or Darcus Howe, career supremacists, their clones once so thick upon the training sections of the public sector that they were as flies on shit. You, Yes, you, you're white, therefore you are racist.
It is from such a destructive, punitive, bullying caste that the current Labour party has emerged, anti-racist, equal oppist; the relentless taskmasters of all-spouses to the-mortgage-pumps working household slavery learned their fevered, hissy trade in the Race Relations industry and for that reason, alone, I too, would not mind seeing a small, BNP voice speaking for those so long shat-upon by bogus civil liberties carpetbaggers.
Keep yer eyes on the prize. The authority of liberty is Tory. Ofcourse they're untrustworthy Hoons but whaddid ya expect? Don't worry so much.
Keep yer eyes on the prize. The authority of liberty is Tory. Ofcourse they're untrustworthy Hoons but whaddid ya expect? Don't worry so much.
OK, mr dtp, catch your drift; not worried, incidentally, just curious.
You won't care too much for Room At The Top, I'll be thinking.
I'll just post this the once, if that'd ok.
when NG got elected as an MEP he approached the microphone and said he would be going to Europe to look at alleged corruption; he said he believed some British MEP's should be in jail and he would be looking for evidence to make sure that that's where they went. the BBC, on election night, didn't broadcast this bit.
if the BNP ever came to power? based on the record of Statism as a system of government, i don't suppose that "this time it'll be different" -the BNP (for all their good intentions) would tax us and restrict personal freedom, as does any government. that's the nature of the Statist beast, and the tragedy is that the act of voting keeps it in place and legitimises the continuing rapine.
although a contender for "worst man in the world" Nick Griffin is surely not, some of his policies don't stand up to scrutiny. for instance, the declared BNP theory that a mixed marriage destroys an important English or Celtic bloodline, and that this bloodline is valuable of itself. does this stand up to logic? consider this "if a Zulu king married a white commoner, any progeny would have royal blood."
if this statement is true then the BNP argument falls, since the Zulu is Royal by any definition of the term and the bloodline is enhanced by miscegenation, not ruined. if the statement is false, then royalty is valueless, and it follows that the importance of bloodlines is illusory.
'It is from such a destructive, punitive, bullying caste that the current Labour party has emerged, anti-racist, equal oppist; the relentless taskmasters of all-spouses to the-mortgage-pumps working household slavery learned their fevered, hissy trade in the Race Relations industry and for that reason, alone, I too, would not mind seeing a small, BNP voice speaking for those so long shat-upon by bogus civil liberties carpetbaggers.'
This is beyond genius, Mr I. Really touching the universal truth.
'all-spouses to the-mortgage-pumps working household slavery'
But this...you have excelled here. Is this not the lunacy of the 1970s student union crowd? Is this not my life? Interesting jobs both, prestigious even. But averagely paid and after a decade and more have utterly destroyed any hope for the peaceful hearth and, as Mr Pink Floyd said, dreams of home, home again...
The CIF feminists rage and rail against the logic which will see us all holed up in our respective 52sqm of flat, society totally fragmented into baby Dysons, microwave meals and half a bottle of Gallo.
The swivel-eyed feminist self-determination. Why should I, I don't see why, one-foot-in-one-foot-out marriages. Always on approval, but flailed by single friends who wish to see another sister freed to spend more time rushing from pub to flat suppers, but always dragging hard on marlboro lights for their internal distress threatens to overwhelm.
Why do I hate the Metropolitan left? Have they not pulverized the very foundations of life in the UK? They plead for the civility of continental life, yet would not countenance Germany's extensive tax breaks for families, Spain's family traditions, Sweden's traditional schooling and France's pay-and-claim NHS.
They avail themselves of selective education, tutors from the finest pubic schools, the best housing, exploiting their contacts.
They practice the most self-centred values at home, with a ruthlessness to match any hedgy and plead progressive in public. Progressive policies that will never trouble them and theirs.
It's is an extreme form of conservatism by the hearth and the progressive piety in public.
There are no words for it.
Thanks mr catholic, thanks all.
These, then, Dreams Of No Return, will be ours, as well as Mr Griffin's happy Band's. And serve us right, justly; Milliband or Gove, government by mis-shapen, soundbiting, mutant poltroon, contrasting himself - "if you can't love us, at least fear them" - with those whose rabble-rousing policy cheques would bounce, had not Decency been drowned in shit by grinning demagogues; servitude to holy balance sheet, linked to the FTSE One Hundred as though it were a petulant life support machine; laughter, mischief and spontaneity in ashes; the right thing for the country, the right thing for the British people, what the voters want, what they really, really, really want is good, old fashioned, honest Austerity. Aye, and Ruin.
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