Thursday, 11 December 2014

MP - What Does the P Stand For...?

MP – does it stand for “Member of Parliament”, or is it “Member of Paedophile ring”?
Are the scumbags leading this country even worse than we thought? Are a number of them – as more and more people are saying – evil, perverted, filthy paedophiles?
My over-riding comment on all of this is the same that I and many others made when the Michael Jackson scandals broke, and that is, ‘There’s no smoke without fire.’ And, let’s face it, our so-called shepherds are not exactly known for their moral fibre.
In 1983, Geoffrey Dickens MP gave a dossier to the then Home Secretary, Leon Brittan. This document listed a number of VIP paedophiles that Mr Brittan, as the head of the British criminal justice system, was expected to bring to justice.
Nothing happened.
Why?
The only reason I can think of is that there were too many high-profile names in that dossier. Too many people with power, either through their political position or their wealth, could be forced to face the justice system just like the rest of us. And, of course, this could not be allowed to happen, because those bastards are better than us, and the laws of justice and morality don’t apply to them.
So the dossier disappeared.
Why?
When rumblings about it started recently, Brittan at first denied that he’d ever even been given the dossier. Then he had to backtrack and pathetically say that he had asked Home Office officials to “look carefully” at it. And then the pixies came and took that nasty dossier away.
Was Leon Brittan named in that dossier? Or was he just protecting vested interests by allegedly burying it?
Either way, something fucking terrible has happened, and there needs to be a proper investigation. There must be a copy of that dossier somewhere, and its contents need to be looked into. If not, then it has obviously been deliberately destroyed, in which case Brittan and his department at the time should be investigated.
But, of course, the posh power-bastards are covering themselves. They’re saying that there will be an inquiry. But it will be chaired by one of their friends. The first two Chairs of the inquiry have had to be dismissed because of how close they are to Leon Brittan. The current Home Secretary, Theresa May, is saying that she’s struggling to find someone to head the inquiry.
What an utter load of bollocks.
What she means is that she can’t find anyone that can pull the wool over the country’s eyes without them knowing and kicking up a stink about it. You could wear a blindfold, stand in the middle of the street, spin around and point to somebody and find someone to chair this inquiry.
So, what all this tells me is that the British establishment stinks even worse than I thought. Not only are some of these rat-shit-bastards immoral scum; but also they are evil, kiddie-fiddling monsters.
We really need a revolution in this country. We need to bring these bastards down and hold them accountable for their abhorrent behaviour. They should be hanging from the walls of the Tower of London.
I dream of blood running through the corridors of power. It’s dirty blood; tainted and foul. It gives off a sharp, terrible smell as it curdles and pollutes the very ground it runs across. It’s the blood of a hundred monsters that died without remorse or humility, whose indignant screams still echo in an air intoxicated with the fury of the ill-used masses.
A triumphant cry erupts from a populace finally free of the fetters and yokes forced upon them by a self-appointed ruling class. They glow as hope pours into their hearts and they dare to dream that there will be a better tomorrow; that, at last, people will listen to them; that finally they will be led by a group elected by the people, for the people.
Is that too much to ask?

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