Bobby47
Aug 20, 2020
THE SUNDAY ESSAY: Age is just a number, but birth year is a guide to attitude
I ain’t wearing a mask, I ain’t kneeling, and in fact, I’m not going to do anything the State tell me to do. Thinking about it some, i intend do the exact opposite. And it’s not because I’m a particularly awkward individual. I’m not. I’m a reasonable man who’s sick to the back teeth of being told who I should hate, who’s my enemy and how my body is going to be ravaged by Covid19 if I don’t wear their unholy mask and comply with their scaremongering that’s only being deployed to stop the people thinking for themselves.
In short, everything they spew out is a bucket of undiluted rancid pigswill and I personally reject it all. Every bloody thing ‘they’ peddle out should be viewed with great scepticism. I mean I’d have a little more respect for them if they’d really come out with their game plan and make some overt utterings that made one think, ‘fucking hell. This sounds really dreadful’. At least be up front about their game of fear and propaganda
Instead of something clinical such as Covid19, perhaps ‘they’ could push the boundaries of realism and give the next big disease a name that chills you to the bones and makes you think a little more about whether or not you’re prepared to live your life in a germ free tent and never feel the touch of another human contact ever again.
Black bloody Death did the trick in medieval times. Today, why not the ‘Dead In Twenty bloody Minutes’ disease’ or ‘ The Ravenous Limb and Torso flesh eating disease’ that 100% guarantees that we’ll all be rendered completely fucked up if we refuse to follow their mindless rules that replace our humanity with a form of existence that really isn’t worth living for.
Stupid? Course it is. But it’s no less irrational than the bollocks they’re demanding we conform to.
Bobby47
Jul 23, 2020
THE PROOF: Millions forced by Law to wear masks that are completely useless
You know my views on the wearing of face masks. You don’t need me to explain just how far I’m prepared to go to defy them.
And when I have and the news of my defiance makes the national papers and they inevitably label me The Twat and a danger to humanity, I expect you Cardin to go to the mattresses and explain to the people why it was that I lost over half my body weight and am starving to death because I refused to wear a mask.
That’s right. I won’t eat if I can’t purchase the life giving food mask free and I won’t take food from any source if they purchased it wearing a mask. Indeed, if they find me laid out on a bench, clearly fucked up, howling at the Moon in a debilitated skeletal state and it’s clear to any discerning eye that I’m racing upwards toward the heavenly light and close to death and I’m in desperate need of a bag of chips and a custard slice, and they’re able to communicate with me even though I’m beyond the point where I could make any sense of anything, still, even then, I will refuse to eat because I know that the chances are if they’ve got food to prolong my life and they want me to eat it, they’ve probably got it from Tesco wearing a bloody face mask, which means I’m compelled to tell them, ‘fuck off and take your food elsewhere. I’m on hunger strike’.
Bobby 47
Jul 12, 2020
Anyone seen a recent photograph / video of Ghislaine #Maxwell, as evidence to prove that yes, she is in custody?
Course she’s not locked up. Mores the bloody pity. More often than not the old wanton strumpet is round here clambering up my drainpipe, banging on the window during the hours of darkness howling, ‘ let me in fatso. You are the most desirable man I’ve ever seen and I can’t keep my hands off you. I beg you to give me your manly love’.
Course, once in a blue moon is tolerable. You’d be an odd sort if you couldn’t put up with that. But this harbinger of doom and rotten old hag, she’s up my drainpipe thrice fortnightly and I’m bloody losing sleep. I’m sat there in bed, nibbling on a half kilo of pork rind, harvested from the arse end of a Suffolk Ewe, slaughtered on the Wirral peninsular, minding my own bloody business watching the execution of Saddam Hussein on YouTube, and there she is again. Tap, tap, tap on the bloody window, wailing at the top of her voice, ‘ open the fucking window or I’ll smash my way in with this three pound mallet. I have an insatiable desire for your manly love. Give me what I desire or I’ll wake up the neighbours’.
Normally, that about does it. I’m up, out of bed and at the window poking the old shameless slut with the 3 ounce quiver tip of my Shimano Barbel Classic cork handled fishing rod, screaming, ‘what are you doing here. You’re supposed to be incarcerated in a maximum security facility across The Pond in the United States. Fuck off. We’re trying to get some sleep round here. Oh, and by the way, the fella at the bottom of your ladder, His Royal Highness Prince Andrew doesn’t intimidate me. Go bother somebody else’.
Then, once I’ve threatened her with a quick phone call to the Constable or, if I can successfully dial transatlantic, the FBI, she pops her flimsy nightie back on, scurries down her ladder from my twelfth floor and she disappears into the night with Prince Andrew and then that’s pretty much it until she decides to pop round again making unholy demands upon me.
Bobby47
Jul 1, 2020
[VIDEO] A call goes out to Spirit of Shankly Liverpool fans. What is Chairman Joe Blott up to…?
Course, you’d think or even expect that Wirral Leaks or Wirral In It Together would have found themselves in Court and on the recieving end of a complaint of libel or defamation of character. You’d think that wouldn’t you? After all if you transmit something that’s untrue and a stain on the character of those who suckle at the teat of public service, then, despite them being oily twats, they’d be perfectly entitled to demand redress and seek some Habeus Corpus and win damages. But of course, seeing as it’s all true and fully researched, nobody who’s found themselves the target of the two aforementioned investigative bloggers, will ever dare to refute these claims.
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