One of the issues raised by Lord Sewel's exposure
is that his nobleness was once connected to NATO and his character and behaviour may, now revealed, present a security risk.
is that his nobleness was once connected to NATO and his character and behaviour may, now revealed, present a security risk.
This is the same NATO which hosted George ArseFace
as secretery general, hot on the heels of the Dunblane outrage, with which he had nothing to do, and if he did it was all above board, him signing a firearms license application for the killer, Thomas Hamilton.
as secretery general, hot on the heels of the Dunblane outrage, with which he had nothing to do, and if he did it was all above board, him signing a firearms license application for the killer, Thomas Hamilton.
But no worries, the papers are sealed for another 85 years or so. To protect the innocent. Alhough it's the innocent who are all dead and only the guilty, therefore, who need protecting.
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It is surprising that it has not been "outed" after all these years. It was "leaked" many years ago.
It's been outed in the real world, mr alphons, down the cyber boulevardes, jusy not in MeciaMinster.
More worryingly for the political historians, the Kincora matter seems to be trying to escape into the light. Now that is proper beasting for you. None of this tits and bums and ghostly showbiz chain-rattling. A vileness so deep you'd never sleep.
A member of the House of Lords having consensual sex with adult sex workers ? He`ll get thrown out for non beasting. And didn`t the Blue Brethren kick his door in quick ? They moved a bit more sharpish than they`re doing with the noble nonces.
I'm with the view of others here that The Noble Lord has been served up as a distraction - but they must be getting desparate now.
He's done nothing "legally" wrong, albeit we may raise a puritanical eyebrow. His judgement on Cameron et al cannot be faulted. He would know where bodies are buried, but won't spill the beans unless it emerges that the Sun was tipped off - lets hope.
Reflecting on scales of depravity: maybe we can associate on a personal level more with coke and hookers as compared with buggering small boys? Therefore, more faux outrage is directed at the former rather than the latter. Ecclestone's number 2 (forgot his name) was a case in point; the press got all lathered up about some old boy dressing up as a Nazi and consensually having his arse tanned. Nothing illegal, and nobody was being harmed.
Its time the effort by the "investigative" journalists was put where it should be; I'm sure they know the story, but they (or their owners) don't have the balls to publish. And anyone remember Chilcot?
Ah yes Mr Mike, that would have been Max Moseley, son of Oswald. The famous elite British Nazi party leader, friend and confidante of our beloved Greco-German Prince, Philip of the House of Maximum Benefits.
Those brave investigative journalists certainly tore a strip off of old Max for following his Dad's dress code; much like that lovable rouge Prince Harry Hewitt follows his alleged Grandpa's fears of all things Paki, chink, Abo' and English.
Kincora, Mr Mongoose. Read somewhere Theresa Viliers, Northern Ireland Secretary ruled it wasn`t to come under Judge Kiwi Ambulance Chaser, due to report sometime in the next two thousand years but under some Stormont judge who doesn`t have the powers to compel MI5 to testify or provide documentation. So that`s another hole in the dam plugged, then.
Kincora is the Koh-i-Noor diamond of cover-ups, rarely spoken of on this side of the water and as mr yardarm says, secreted and protected by the Irish Channel and hissed-over by whichever errant cocksucker has been exiled to Stormont or Hillsborough. One can imagine, for instance, the arse-cancered degenerate, Mandelstein, hissing to whichever infestation of creepy civil servants would listen to him that NewLabour was intensely relaxed about children being buggered to death or worse by the great and the good.
I dunno if he ever actually said "intensely relaxed" but it is the sort of tortured, illogical, nonsensical tripe vomited by Blair over his adoring worshippers, some of whom, thanks be to Corbyn, are now having their psephological collars felt. But that is the punishment they will receive - they will see their ambition thwarted, bless. Refreshing though it is to see the wheels come off NewLabour's painted chariot I betcha that even were he landslided into the prime ministership, Jerry wouldn't go near Kincora or Dunblane. No matter how well he speaks Bloke-in-the-pub, it is not the case that these past thirty years he has been one of us, pretending to be one of them, keeping his powder dry, for the revolution; he has, obviously, been one of them pretending to be one of us.
Maybe their elderly Lordships string themselves out on sluts'n'coke in order to still the cries, in their sleep, of tortured children, at home and abroad. I know I would. I endorsed Max Mosley's plea for a private life, yet now that I know what his consists of, I see him and thus his ruminations on adult sexiness as both quite ridiculous and some distance from good, clean, dirty grown-up fun, it is his own affair, of course, but being beaten by babes in Nazi regaliais an odd mixture of pain and politics and I wouldn't want to be assiciated with his enterprises.
I was detained, in stoney Aberdein, longer than anticipated, just a precaution, a haemmorhage in a teacup, no need for commiseration,
Talking of commiseration, I cannot help but wonder if the shabby, tongue-tied, carrot-top buffoon stuttering, yesterday, over a fatal glitch in his presenting career, has been chosen only in order to give Top Gear a quick, indecent burial, Evans is definitely the man to shove the vehicle into the crusher, more of which later.
Corbyn and Dianne Abbot. I'm so glad there are no photos of that.
Sorted Mrs L:
http://www.google.co.uk/search?q=jeremy+corbyn+and+diane+abbott&client=safari&hl=en-gb&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=0CAoQ_AUoA2oVChMI2P7srKCLxwIVA7cUCh1JLQ_0&biw=1024&bih=660#imgrc=wZXoaUd82Y-2DM%3A
Sorry - couldn't be arsed to do the TinyURL thang...
Or just Google Image them.
It's just that the story has been in the news a couple of times recently as if the water is being tested for some reason. And now today we have the Grocer's troubles. Agreed, it is all gossip about people safely dead.
And better the Grocer cop it than the still-venerated nutter, Whisky Maggie. Odd, though, that it comes on the heels of BBC4's HeathNight, in which he appeared only slightly mad, in contrast to Thatcher's raging insanity.
Oh, by the way, the joy of hearing pefectly normal people speaking rationally about nationalisation, it must feel to the spiv, Tebbit, like a broken bottle up his arse.
Well, we have discussed it before but the picking out of dead people is a tad convenient for the living.
It will all end in tears very quickly. St J will be battered from pillar to post by everyone. Fuck me, what a mess they'll make of the party. But more importantly, my vote - or the promise thereof - has turned up. There is also a Deputy election and a sorrier selection of misfits it has never been my misfortune to encounter. Tom Fucking Watson. Dear me.
I differ slightly, mr monmgoose, inasmuch as I feel that Jerry has the Gnasher Can-Do-No-Wrong factor, certainly the more he is attacked by the dogs of MediaMinster, the stronger his appeal, there may be a tipping point over which he falls but the more they damn him, the greater his attraction. The starting point of the Guardkan, for instance, in every article, is How Do We Stop Corbyn? y'know, as though democracy is owned by them, and the people simply must not vote for anyone outside the Charmed Circle, should vote for Bubbles and his Mum and Dad or for the Ice Pixie. It is, actually, for those with eyes, a joy to see.
It is certainly a feature, Mr Ishmael, that his differentness, his not being in the say-anything-for-power career club, is proving attractive to many. And that includes many who wouldn't vote for an Islington Trot in a million years. And it is also true that that aside he is a pretty lacklustre SWP droid of the most tedious kind. We wouldn't even have noticed him twenty years ago. Indeed, we didn't, did we? He's just the best of a bad lot. The good news is that the rest of them are painting themselves into such a corner that we could have a wholesale clearout by acclamation. Let's just have the local parties turf the encumbents out and get a new set. It would be worth a Parliament of mayhem just to achieve that. And then Osborne can have his McDoom moment and we'd have a chance thereafter
The Big Government Projects element of StJ's bag of tricks is a bit sad to listen to. It's as if it's 1934 again. They've just spent Christ-knows on a shiny new station on the GWR at Reading. I don't know who they're pretending paid for it but I know who did. I was there today again and I have never seen such a fucking catastrophe visited on the landscape, the railway and the purse. Can we please stop this idiocy? Or at least get somebody with a bit of fire in the belly to do the work. It's like a toddler built it. Woolworth's for trains. And that's where StJ leads. Alas.
Still, he's got my vote. A liberal Liberal Party will rise from the ashes of it all. You see if it doesn't.
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