bobby47

Jul 18, 2016

BREAKING NEWS – #Brickgate – Angela Eagle’s Office Window was NOT broken…

Clearly matters have developed and the public need answers to the whole thing. I’d like Angela to do the right thing, put this whole tragic affair to bed and put right all that’s gone wrong.
For my part I do not demand an explanation as to what went wrong. Quite frankly it’s done, it’s dusted and the whole tragic tale of woe is now disappearing fast in my rear view mirror. It’s of no concern to me.
However, I do think it important that Angela should now, for the purposes of political credibility and a keen sense of duty to public service, have a broken window and so, I say to Angela, gather the media together in your backyard or front lawn, tell them, ‘start filming lads’ and then throw a brick through her own window causing the glass to shatter.
That’s right! I’m suggesting that Angela should bust her own window as a form of pennants for allowing the great British public to believe that some twat, driven by political anger or shear disgust for her speech where she rightfully calmed, ‘I am a woman’, should actually smash up her own glazed window or window’s, several would be good, and make good all that’s gone wrong.
Course, some commentators will feel differently to me and be demanding more than a few bust window’s but, being a reasonable man I believe that if Angela went about this properly and smashed every single upstairs or downstairs window, it’d send out a clear message covering three key points. Firstly, Angela is a woman, secondly she’s got no problem smashing up her own property and thirdly and lastly she desperate enough to do anything to win our vote and destroy a good and kind man Jeremy Corbyn

bobby47

Aug 8, 2016

Angela Eagle’s 17 whistleblowers – The Eagle 17 – Are they for REAL?

Isn’t it strange how an embattled and cornered fallen political figure, who of course is driven by a noble cause and an unquenchable passion to serve others rather than themselves and their own personal vanity, can pull a much respected and good, kind and well meaning label like The Whistleblower out of the air, shape, mould and fit it to their own political damage limitation exercise and use the term Whistleblower to its fullest possible potential in order to sell the idea that the sinner is actually the victim?
And, what’s more, just to make sure that everyone can fully grasp just how big a victim this political figure is, a frighteningly high and extremely hard to ignore number of seventeen is thrown into the recipe that’ll probably convince most who’ve had a full frontal lobotomy that seventeen whistleblowers can’t be all wrong.
I mean, which figure is the most convincing? One or two? I know which one I’d choose if I was in desperate need of help and future credibility. The higher the better as far as I’m concerned. In fact, thinking about it some more, perhaps Angela should have gone for a number higher than seventeen. If I read two identical tales of woe, designed and intended to convince me one way or the other, I’d have gone with the largest number. It’s plain and simple. Seventeen is a lot better and more convincing than a lesser and lower number, whereas, a number higher than seventeen, say, thirty six for example, is more convincing than twenty one or even thirty five.
Course, if you take this logic to its natural conclusion and take notice of those that are your political advisors who’s job it is to salvage your reputation after the stabbing of Jeremy, you could end up with thousands of Whistleblowers who you could reasonable describe as a huge crowd of dubious witnesses who’ve probably been paid for and easily be described as very unreliable witnesses with a questionable hidden agenda.
Given that I’ve got to know, admire and become friendly with a few Whistleblowers, I ain’t so sure they’d be happy to have their hard won and often painful label of Whistleblower pinned to the chest of anybody who just happened to have a personal or political loyalty to the original sinner who now is orchestrating the last chapter of their political memoir titled, ‘I shouldn’t have stabbed Jeremy’

Bobby47

Aug 18, 2016

Windows for Dummies – August 2016

The surprising thing to me is that the culprit, the offender and the thrower of this brick has not given himself or herself up. I would have. I’d have caved in before now.
When the Police announce, ‘we will catch this menace’, it’s a good time to reflect, come out of hiding, introduce yourself to the Constable and say, ‘you’ll get me in the end. It’s pointless hiding any longer. It was me’.
More often than not the Police will hint at the slim prospect of catching this evil bastard that’s caused Angela so much pain, fear, angst and political misery, but not this time. They’ve said, ‘we will catch him’ thus removing any doubt of the final outcome and so, if this thrower of a brick is holed up in some attic, secreted in some far away Hebridean hedge, I’d tell him, or her, both sexes are equally capable of hiding, ‘give yourself up and stop wasting your life hiding away from the inevitable outcome’.
What’s more, I’d tell him, or her, both sexes are equally capable of hurting Angela’s political aspirations, ‘they’ll catch you. It may take years, even decades, but one day, possibly before you die, you will be arrested and held to account for your irresponsible actions.’

Bobby47

Sep 3, 2016

UPDATE ~ Former Wirral Councillor Jim Crabtree – up in court today

Course, whilst I know nothing about this particular prosecution, mostly because the CPS were very quick to refuse my request to have five minutes on me own in one of their little rooms taking a quick butchers at their file of evidence and being allowed to photocopy any interesting stuff, I do know that this sort of thing needs to get nipped in the bud and a clear and unambiguous message is sent out to all Councillors that they can’t communicate with us in an offensive way, and so, on behalf of the dispossessed, the possessed and the demented gamblers, I support this action.
I mean, like all forms of human behaviour, animal behaviour and that of Councillors and the Council hierarchy, they can become emboldened and start posting really bad stuff that can be very upsetting if their behaviour goes unchecked.
That’s right! Today they can send you a message that reads, ‘piss off you boring bastard. I hope a ten ton concrete mixer flattens you when you next leave your local Ale House’. Tomorrow, you can be sat at home, minding your own business,diligently recycling your bloody rubbish when you open a letter that contains an image of your local Councillor or the Council Chief Executive who’s naked, sat on a sofa,clearly in a high state of sexual arousal clutching a glass phial that contains a generous quantity of their recently harvested semen and a scrawled message that reads, ‘we’ve decided to exclude you from any future rubbish collections. Your bins have been confiscated you fat baldy twat’.
Thinking about it some more, I’d say to everyone out there who’s become alarmed and frightened and values having their rubbish taken away in a big plastic bin and over time they’ve become gradually tolerant to being the recipient of dreadfully upsetting communications, don’t put up with Councillors or Council Officers sending you this stuff. Report it to the Police and demand some justice and some habeus corpus