is a cunt.

This will be a future star of the site,

Currently know as “Your Party” until its future spectacular launch, behold

The manifesto is in line with global equality and peace, sharing the love with the disenfranchised at the expense of the ones who worked.

I can only say having witnessed this myself, that he must have taken shit loads of drugs when he was young to twist his perception so much (and he fucked Diana, which again takes an extremely warped mind to contemplate, let alone execute)
You have been warned, coming soon X formerly known as “Your Party”.

bbcnews

Nominated by Lord Benny.

More on the magic grandpa below from Ron Knee.

I got out of bed this morning filled with a compulsion to give good ol’ Magic Grandpa another cunting, for no other reason than like a bluebottle or a haemorrhoid, he’s a really annoying twat who won’t go away. ‘A fart in a colander’, as the wife puts it.

Now you’d think that at his time of life, the moribund old Trot would be looking to put his feet up with a nice mug of Horlicks and his copy of ‘The Socialist Worker’ for company, but not old Jezbollah, oh dear me no. He’s only looking to form a new hard left party with his new bestest mate Zara Currant; ‘The Fruit and Nut Party’ as wags have termed it. They don’t seem to have any policies in place yet but I think we can hazard a guess; anti-capitalist, anti-American, anti-Israel, pro-Hamas, pro-migration, tax the rich… Give us a fucking break.

So there he is, an old style, unrepentant commie social justice warrior, still doing his now legendary imitation of old man Steptoe, with his persistent miserable, sour demeanour. And when he’s not looking as though somebody’s just stamped on his bunion, he has that unnerving supercilious smirk on his kisser which makes it eminently punchable.

You can just hear the chants of ‘oooooh Jeremy Corbyn’ ringing out from his little groups of green-haired rent-a-crowd supporters, all armed with their little, easily recognisable Socialist Worker placards. Fucking planks.

Do us a favour Grandpa, just retire to Gaza, and take Currant with you, and Flabbott the Hutt while you’re at it. I’d be eternally grateful if I never had to see or hear from you again.