is a cunt.
If there was one thing that became clear during Labour’s party conference in September, it was the fact that Keir Stasi and his bunch of inadequates have lost the argument on migration to Reform, and know it.
So what emerged was a clearly calculated attempt to fling shit in Reform’s direction in the hope that some would stick, hence the barrage of now clapped out rhetoric that Nigel Farage and Reform’s policies are ‘divisive’ and ‘racist’, and absurdly, that Farge ‘doesn’t like Britain’ etc. I, and millions like me who are of the view that open borders are insane, and that handing out billions that we don’t have to illegals is economic madness (not to mention cultural suicide), are of course smeared by implication.
Naturally our beloved Deputy PM David Lammy, long acknowledged to be an intellectual Titan of the left, quickly got in on the act by flinging some of his own shit at Farage. ‘The public’ opined Labour’s foremost political thinker and philosopher, ‘would form its own conclusions about someone who had flirted with the Hitler Youth when he was younger’.
Cripes. Such an accusation could finish Farage if it really got about. Unfortunately for WhambamaLammy, sharp-eyed observers quickly spotted a tiny little flaw in his argument, which goes something like this. Adolf Hitler topped himself on 30 April 1945, and with him, unceremoniously and unlamented, went any ragged remnant of the Hitler Youth movement. Nigel Farage was born in, erm, 1964…
That great American statesman Abraham Lincoln once observed that it was ‘better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak out and remove all doubt’. Wise words indeed, but sadly, words that the idiotic David Lammy seems incapable of appreciating.
Nominated by Ron Knee.
With a second helping (see what I did there? – NA) from Rt. Hon. Dioclese:
A massive “I had friends who died in Grenfell” cunting for our esteemed Deputy Prime Minister, David Lammy.
Apparently, former Foreign Secretary Lammy accused Nigel Farage of flirting with the Hitler Youth. This would have been remarkable indeed as Nigel wasn’t born until 1964.
Lammy is of course well known for getting his dates wrong. Not content with making us a laughing stock on the world stage, this is the bloke who went on Mastermind and declared that Henry 8th was succeeded by Henry 7th.
Much as we all love Starmer on this site, let’s hope he doesn’t get the Charlie Kirk treatment or we could end up with this cunt in number 10.
One is tempted to ask the obvious question – which is how the fuck did this cunt ever get elected in the first place?
Further to my nomination of Lammy, the cunt yesterday stood up in Manchester and said ‘we all feel terrorism’ because his ‘best childhood friend was blown to smithereens in the July 7th 2005 London bombings’
He must be the unluckiest man in Britain. Every time there’s a disaster like Grenfell or a terror attack, he loses a friend. He must think the public just came down with the last shower.
Probably explains why nobody wants to be his friend. It’s dangerous…
YouTube. (Link provided by Sam Beau)
The black fat cunt wears a converted cooking pot for underpants. Wish the twat would forget to switch off the electric blanket. Black Puddings all round.
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Even though I despise all this government stands for, I’m still getting my former working pensions, disability living allowance, state pension, winter fuel allowance, free tv licence and free bus travel plus others I can’t divulge, which increase every year, I’m still not satisfied for the way they treat you.
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your two ahead of me, Sammy.
I’m not disabled yet, and I’m not 80.
maybe I could claim for being oppressed?
L’chaim!
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Didn’t Princess Leia kill this monster at the Sarlacc Pitt?
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Despite all the negative comments, youve got to hand it to Labour for being diverse. Not only do they have a black male and female politician in their ranks, they also both have Downs syndrome as well.
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I remember in the mid sixties(?)there was a BBC film series every Thursday evening called Travellers Tales, which was always in the Dark Continent (I think it was an early Attenborough effort). The opening title was of a savage, stark bollock, rowing a tree trunk up a river. I remember in one episode where the elder of the village had died during the night and the next morning, they put the poor old bugger on some sort of stretcher and they took him round his fiefdom so all his subjects could say goodbye to him. The poor old sod’s eyes were open, his mouth also open wide. Every hut was visited so they could all weep over the cadaver. Then they put the old cunt on the pyre.
Just imagine if they resurrect the practice in Tottenham when Slubberguts Lammy goes – every pall bearer will be in a truss later that day. If anyone has any spare money, go and open a surgical appliance shop in Tottenham. You’ll be on a winner.
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I remember in the mid sixties(?)there was a BBC film series every Thursday evening called Travellers Tales, which was always in the Dark Continent (I think it was an early Attenborough effort). The opening credits were of a savage, stark bollock, rowing a tree trunk up a river. I remember in one episode where the elder of the village had died during the night and the next morning, they put the poor old bugger on some sort of stretcher and they took him round his fiefdom so all his subjects could say goodbye to him. The poor old sod’s eyes were open, his mouth also open wide. Every hut was visited so they could all weep over the cadaver. Then they put the old cunt on the pyre.
Just imagine if they resurrect the practice in Tottenham when Slubberguts Lammy goes – every pall bearer will be in a truss later that day. If anyone has any spare money, go and open a surgical appliance shop in Tottenham. You’ll be on a winner.
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