OH, COWARDLY NEW WORLD, THAT HAS SUCH PEOPLE IN'T

I must make confession, forgive me, friends, for I have sinned. Some impossibly cretinous hack from skymadeupnewsandfilth this morning advised me that I should stay tuned, as they were soon gonna bring us the one-minute's silence, from Nice, from the very sight of the most infamous slalom, where more people died than have ever died in that manner, at that place, than at any other moment in time. Or, indeed, history. Ever, in fact.
This was the low point or, depending upon your point of view, the high point of lethal mothertruckery on le boulevard de whatever it was.
 Heartthrob President Frankie



 has been forced to put his cock back in his trousers and stop enticing young actresses to fondlez-vous mon cock, cherie, c'est  tres aristocratique, even though Je suis le socialiste, only not tres socialiste, 

parce-que Je suis le garcon de tea, pour les terroristes financiale, n'est ce pas? Et aussi, Je suis la fellatrix premier des Bosches.
Vive la France, eh? Ou peut etre Non, vive l'Union European  et merde.
Only a couple of weeks ago the wretched Hollande was trying, in a fit of post-Brexit francopique,  

 

to bully the nation - us - which has twice saved the Frog arse from Frau Merkel's grandparents and uncles. 
All Euro-exchanges must de withdrawn from the City of London, he roared, as if he could count a handful of francs and get the same numer twice in a row. Now the cheeky cock-waving dwarfbastard bleats about us all being in this shit together. 
Any decent politician would've resigned over this year's security failures but as far as Frankie Hollande is concerned the buck stops with anyone but him.

When the Frog elite starts accepting some responsibilty for its behaviour, vis a vis the dastardly wog, 
 

Liberte, Fraternite et bombez-vous les nig-nogs.

maybe then I'll join  their mourning. 
Until then or until the French once again revolt they  can go all and fuck themselves, s'ils vous plait.

I guess that sky's Justin Shithead expected me to join the Frog flashmourners, maybe standing-up, silently mouthing the words of le Marseillaise, head-bowed, but defiant, down but not out, and fuck me, I forgot all about it. 

But while I wasn't flashmourning I have been busy testing the world reaction to whatever it all was.

The people of this island have asked us, so they have, to express our disgust at the Nice Slalom, as that bloke Ishmael calls it. It's just dreadful, so it us, and unacceptable, too, that people just out for the evening, enjoying themselves, can be killed by a bunch of heartless murdering psychopaths.

Just celebratin' a national event, so they were,

 
Belfast 1974

NIce 2016

 and some utter scum, there's no other word for yon bastards, some utter scum just killed them where they stood, with their weans an' their mammies'n'daddies.

 Eniskillen 1987, 

Remembrance Day Masssacre

We, in the Provisional IRA, I mean in Sinn Fein, we utterly and totally condemn, so we do, the taking of innocent lives in the pursuit of some vicious shitbrain political superstition, so we do.

 Birmingham 'pub bombings

Some a yon young people, they were just out for the night having a wee drink, so they were, and some cunt came along and blew them to fucking pieces, so he did, in the Tavern in the Town and the Mulberry Bush.  I mean ran them down with a lorry on the beach at Nice, smashin' them all to fuckin' pieces.

 

IRA victims in Birmingham.

Mind youse, at least them IRA boys  had the courage to run away and let some other bastards take the blame, whereas yer man, the nigger, in Nice, he was cowardly enough to die at the scene. Honest to God, today's terrorist scum have a lot to learn, so they do, from the Provisional IRA. We always ran away, so we did, when we killed innocent civilians.

And we stand together with all peace-loving democratic mass murderers  everywhere, aye, and as experts in conflict resolution, too, in condemning those bastards that kill and maim and torture their way through their own communities, buryin' poor wee women alive, an' denyin' it, even to this day,  threatenin' and intimidatin' ordinary decent people. It's just pure shite, so it is and we condemn it absolutely, so we do.

D'you think they believed us, us havin' killed thousands?
Och, away man, yer bum's out the window, so it is; 
fuck 'em, they can't touch us. 

And nor can they.

My fellow motherfuckers, 

I would just like to join with my terrorist colleagues from the IRA, Mr Kneecaps and Mr ChildMolester, in very sincerely condemning the events in France.  The killing of civilians is entirely wrong. Except in those instances  where it is done on the orders of myself or some other cunt who is beyond the law.  

Yes, like President-elcct Trousers,

 

or her first gentleman, 

my very good friend,

 President Spunky Bill 

Niggers or Orangemen, yeah, way to go, roast their asses, Gerry.

And I am sure, motherfuckers,  that I speak for all of those who work so tirelessly for peace in the world.


 Including Lord Blair of Chilcot and his good wife,
 Lady Imelda Slut, 

A mutual kiss, Death's own halitosis.

Aye, wee darlin' and we're both just hogs for death, eh, isn't that right? 
Oh, Martin, you're such a flirt.

seen here embracing a fellow peacebringer.
And, my fellow motherfuckers, let me just share with you a few lines from Lady Imelda's book, Slutting4Money, Speaking for Myself, and I ain't makin' up a Goddamned bastard, name-dropping egostitical worda this shit:

(the children) had been given skateboards in Washington and they were trying out their skills in the Downing Street garden when  I had an irate call from Alastair  (PornoAl Campbell, the dipsomaniacal, manic depressive bullyboy of MediaMinster)
"Get those kids out of the garden."
"Whatever for, they're just having  a bit of fun?"
"Well, take a look out of the window and get them out before the press get wind of it." 
So I did, and there, to my astonishment,  were Gerry and Martin,  showing the boys a few tricks.
A few weeks later I happened to be taking Ralph Lauren around and as we came into the White room, there were Martin and Gerry.  Naturally I introduced them  and was intrigued when Gerry started talking very knowledgeably about clothes...."


But, my fellow motherfuckers, Lady Imelda what they call in LimeyLand, a has-been,   and I have also been talking to the new Limey President, Mrs Askey, 
 
and she agrees with me, that the best way to uinite a country is to divide it, rich against poor, young against old and most importantly white folks  against niggers. 
It's worked well during my administration, y'gotta just shoot them sonsafuckinbitches down on the street. And then keep on shooting them, until you're sure they's dead. Otherwise they gonna fuck everything up for the rest of us.

It's like I was only saying to that Ayrab, the one in Turkey,  who's busy roundin'-up his critics and kicking the shit outa them, wirin' up their nuts to the national grid, what's his name, Cardigan, is it, Erdogan, whatever; some useful bastrad wog, anyway, but he's doing the right thing, for democracy and freedom and human rights. 
What y'll have to do with legitimate democratic protest is crush it like a bug. 
Yeah, like we done with the Occupy movement, 



yeah and like, day after day, we expect our brave lawnforcement men and women to do.  

Ferguson police officer. 

Thassright, motherfuckers, shootin' dead unarmed black folks.  An' thasswhy we all bin militarisin' lawnforcement, 


with armoured  cars and tanks left over from Iraq and Afghanistan. 

 

To protect and serve President Trousers from democracy, or legal action of any kind.

See, these folks, 
stirrin' up trouble,
sayin' that black lives matter.
 

 

They're just plain wrong.

They don't. 

You just ask President-elect Trousers;  she bin' roastin' niggers for decades. At home and abroad,

I can do whatever the fuck I want.
The FBI said so. 

You just ask Lord Blair, the Peacebringer, 

If I had to kill all those niggers again, I would. 

And. lessbeclear,  the house of commons'd back me again, too.

I mean, God, Hisself, 

he  tells Tony Blair to kill niggers, 

can't get much more justified than that.

Or just you ask the Limey president, Mrs Askey, 

Kill millions of innocent people? 

Niggers and wogs?

Fuck,  yeah, bring it on.

'Swhat I came into politics for. 

even now she's tellin' the Limey Congress they gotta have Uncle Sam's Weaponsa Mass Destruction, 

even though they cost fuckin' trillionsa Limey dollars, at a time when they ain't got a pot to piss in, n're gonna have to sell-off everything' to Wall Street, the schools, the hospitals, the roads, all that socialist kinda shit.  Well, I say sell, but y'all know I mean give.

So, as I hand over the the torture chambers of this great nation, as I gift her the legacy of shoot-niggers2kill4free, as I give to President Trousers the entire apparatus of the secret police state and the most successful exporter of terrorism ever, 

I just wanna express American solidarity with tyrants'n'despots, and 'specially torturers, all over the world..

The only way we can stand-up to our various subject peoples  is by shootin' then dead on the street. Anybody tellin' ya different ain't a patriot.

Me, too, Mr President, me, too;

 didya mean to forget me? 

I believe in all that stuff, too. In fact, in my country - although it's obviously really your country,  first and foremost, that's the basic principle of NewLabour -  I'm trying to deny voters the vote. They're all just terrorists, arent they, at the end of the day?  

Aren't they, Mr President?

Voters?

  

I mean, what's the point of giving people the vote if they misuse it, by voting against you, when it's you who knows what's best for them?