Lest we forget the infinite hues and cadences of hypocrisy; lest we forget their thrice-over appeal to our fellows. lest we forget the fearful mayhem and slaughter cloaked in Look, y'know, I'm a pretty, straight guy.
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"Wrong type of democracy", bleats NWO scat-orgy fluffer.
Blair used to smile a lot during interviews: he doesn't do that any more. At the end of the interview, he hung his head, stared at the floor. A pretty, strained guy. You have said, Mr Ishmael, that he will never be properly brought to account for the devastation and misery he has been instrumental in causing. His body language tells us that he is not quite so certain of that as you are.
I would love to be wrong, mr edgar, and I very often am. Especially about the scat-orgy fluffer. Jee-sus.
There is none in Ruin's dramatis personae more worthy of all of our bile than this lying, worthless piece of shit.
Duplicity used to come so easy to him, let's hope Mr Edgar is right and the cunt feels the walls are closing in.
He does, it is true, appear to be suffering some sort of internal punishment, maybe frightened that Piers the Moron has some gossip on him, cottaging or some such, and may tease him with it; I doubt that he fears any meaningful reversal from Chilcott for such would bring the whole thing crashing down, GlobaCorp, Uncle Sam, skymadeupnewsandfilth and the house of commons, all instigators of, conspirators in Blaircrime.
How lomg can he go on with all this bullshit? He must run out of waffle soon.
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