A long time ago in a research lavatory, far, far away, your
correspondent was likely to be found trying to catch something of the proper
world peeking through the analogue engineered disaster zone that was
UKaboland’s daily bogroll of powercuts and rationed phukkwittery.
Don’t forget this was the land of unbounded UKaboscumprivelage
where coal miners would come home after a 14 hour shift at the mine, black
lunged, and shoot a house nigger for fun. Steel workers would be found whipping
Africans around their allotments after coughing up their tubercular hatred. UKaboland where
acres of 20th century war dead graves testify to the institutional
racism of UKaboscum and their squalid, disease ridden, freezing,
designerignorant, impoverished supremacist homes.
In those days, as the 21st Century was just
coning into focus and Captain Scarlett had retired, I would try and watch for a
long limbed Aus who always seemed to be doing a thing to be admired by a
youngster who couldn’t wait for the real thing to finally turn up.
If Aus wasn’t around there was the BBC clown who was parked
in front of us to make sure no one watched the real John later. This BBCraven
cataract of a pukin’ punk was instructed to make news bite sized gruel of
nothing for small UKaboscum so that in 40 years the average UKabo would not
recognise an event in its tenapants.
It was not easy to watch telly by candle light 1970stylee.
In the years when UKplc was getting ready to transfer all its engineering
capital to what had been the Imperial Japanese Rothschild colony. A land where
RothRock had ensured there was not more than 10 native university graduates in
the whole nation in the year 1945. A tract of land where the ROKabos had been
genocided by RothAlliedRock gun fire and sniper for year upon year and then a
family military dictatorship installed for decades after, N&S.
Do you remember how easy it was to engineer 9/11? All you
need is the CIA, industrial scale counterfeiting of fake money and a messenger of
death Kiss Heinrich, heypresto suddenly you’ve got 30mm shells ventilating your
cranium in Santiago de Chile. So don’t give me any crap about military
dictatorships. They stay as long as the banksters need a suspension of the accounting
system in this or that country.
Dictatorships, BWAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA.
Alas the alternative was doled out to us small UKaboscum and
all we got was ersatz fanta citybru instead, force fed through cosseted botbitchboys and boybotches urine tracts from the sewer at Whitecity from where
BBCSavile shagged dead cheeldren…….
Don’t give me any bollox about rogue Satanists wandering the
corridors of power and procuring and prayeying on the helpless on operations.
All you need is the deadHand of replacement killers and a common purpose,
abracadabra suddenly you too can wear clearedofhuman eyeball jewellery to Sandringham and Royal bedchambers.
BBCourtiers, BWAHAHAHAHAAAAA….
Anyway here is John as I always think of him. A real geezer
in real events dodging dangerous players who wish to halt peaceful realisations
by violence.
And here is the cBBCbotchboy who heaved into view spewing
syntheticpablum…what a cunt!!!
