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MSM’s (15) Silence Over Sasha Johnson [6]

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The silence over Sasha Johnson.

‘Anti-racism/equal rights activist’ (as the BB fucking C call her) Sasha Johnson lies completely fucked up for life while her ‘communidee’ lays silent, rather than bring those responsible for shooting her to justice.

BBC says she was shot at a ‘silent disco’ (my arse lol) and Wikipedia are claiming all those quotes about enslaving honkies were fake. Well I’ve seen her being interviewed, and she’s vehemently anti honky to the point of out and out racial hatred.

And it seems her black arse doesn’t matter a shiny shite to her ‘bredren’, while a team of (no doubt) honky surgeons, paramedics and coppers came to her rescue when it really mattered.

Her dark key fellas fucked off too and left her as a single mum once she dropped sprogs.

You’ll see pics of her caved in head in the link, just in case you’re eating.

https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-england-london-60522505

Nominated by: Cuntybollocks

Ronnie Albert Bartlett

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Ronnie Albert Bartlett – who he? Answer:

I note that Norwich, of all places, and uniquely, has an Honorary (sic) Russian Consulate. This is run by locally-prominent potato products tycoon Ronnie Albert Bartlett, whose details were pretty easy to find, but, you know, GDPR. His brief is to look after the interests of Russians living in the UK, though probably not when those interests contrast with those of the kleptocracy. The website carries a rolling banner complaining that we haven’t provided satisfactory explanations for the Skripal job. LOL.

Bartlett is a cunt and needs to be discouraged from aiding what is effectively an enemy state. And let me include all others of his ilk.

https://www.rusemb.org.uk/contact/Norwich/

Nominated by: Komodo

Emily Thornberry M.P. [6]

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If you ever had tears to shed, be prepared with a bucket and a packet of Lidl paper hankies, as yet another Labour grande-dame, gives us the latest episode of Other People’s Heartaches. If possible read this with Tchiakovsky’s 6th in the background, or the slow movement of Rachmaninov’s Second Piano Concerto, or even Max Jaffa fiddling away on Danny Boy:

https://labourlist.org/2021/11/thornberry-on-poverty-in-childhood-terrible-father-and-rochester-tweet/

The recent scripts MUST have been written by the new Galton and Simpson, or Muir and Norden – Alcoholic Ali Campbell and Peter Queenie Mandelson, so opportunistic are they – certain sponsored by Walls, the way the ham is ladelled out., but they are laugh out loud – funny, without being vulgar.

Apart from being second to none in handing out the invective, she tells us how beastly daddy was to her. I assume, was she as broad in the beam as a child, as she is today, Pa Thornberry got sick and tired of replacing the lavatory seat every week where the future Lady Nugee cow kept breaking it.

We have had Starmer, son of a blue collared horny handed son of toil – imagine Steptoe and Son set in the Surrey countryside, and now old Emmy playing the poverty card. Perhaps that is why she always looks as if she has had one two many – if she had it hard, that’s just the way she liked it, till she found Mr. Right. Even had he been Mr. Wrong.

Social climbing arseholes the lot of them. It is so obvious what they are doing, but the problem is, so many gullible people will believe the codswallop.

Thanks as ever, to the compilers of Labour List, for a really side splitting read.

Nominated by: W. C. Boggs

Death on the NHS (19)

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I just wish Her Majesty does not benefit from the tender ministrations of the World beating NHS as did my dear late Mater (aged 96).

Rock up as usual. For some reason screen drawn up around bed, empty ward, no sign of any doctors or nurses for several hours. I call out asking where everybody is. No answer. Patients hiding beneath their sheets. Still no answer. Barely literate Rumanian orderly suddenly appears at my mother’s bedside. Mumbles something like:

“Would you like something to calm you down dear?”

In the same breath closes the curtains and whips a syringe into her arm then fucks off sharpish. Her eyes roll up and the old Mater is brown bread within ten minutes. I kiss her, feel that old marble cold of death then inform the ward:

“She’s dead you cunts”

Silence for a few minutes then the Rumanian cunt returns with a bodybag on a trolley and removes her dentures and gives them to me along with her wedding ring. Asks me if she has any metal prosthetics in her body then zips her up in the body bag and offski. Says over his shoulder on the way out:

“I gotta get move on before she stiffens up”.

Fair enough but fuck me, happy days. Shortly there after the cunt returns and changes the bed and sprays around a bit of disinfectant. Then by magic life returns to ward, nurses put in appearance and even a doctor peeks in to check time of death for the death certificate.

With the deepest of respect Your Majesty, if some Rumanian cunt comes to give you an injection tell him to fuck orf. Oh and if you think I missed out the bit about the hospital chaplain sitting me down with a nice cup of tea and a kind word Fuck Off. Though I was clearly deeply conflicted between thoughts of grief and inheritance the cunt could not get me out of there fast enough and wheel in the next punter. Indeed saw the poor old cunt being pushed in on my way out. Sod him, I did not mark his card about the injection.

Nominated by: Sir Limply Stoke

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Breanta and Bryanna Johnson

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https://uk.yahoo.com/news/server-shot-face-twin-sisters-204356346.html

This pair of savages shot a restaurant worker in the face because he accidentally missed an order for a $3 hamburger.

He’s recovering but still has a bullet lodged in his throat and the outcome for him is still uncertain.

If justice is served, these two barbarians will get up to 65 years in the clink, or maybe just one day in an angry silverback gorilla’s enclosure will do.

Nominated by: mystic maven