Bobby 47
Jan 4, 2018
Fox hunting thugs beat up protesters. Police do nothing
If it were within my power, I’d give these black hatted, riding crop waving, silk shirted, jodpur britches and red tunic wearing sadists a taste of what it’s like to be chased, pursued, cornered and torn to shreds by a pack of ravenous hounds.
For starters, I’d take a photograph of the Master Of The Hunt, show it to each hound belonging to the pack and make sure that each member of their canine species knew exactly how to violently react if ever they ever found the owner of this particular face cowering in fear beneath a prickly mature Hawthorne Bush.
Then, I’d drag the aforementioned Master Of The Hunt out of the shed, where I’d locked him up illegally a week before during a frightening hostage taking attack outside his family home, strip him naked and then, in full sight of the pack who’s bollocks I’d already kicked to get them agitated and howling and whining for dog vengeance, I’d take a pocket pen knife and slice open flesh that was affixed to his body in very close proximity to a bulbous vein that you just knew would bleed and bleed until treated by someone who was armed with an ability to stop bleeding and convince a pack of hounds to stop ripping away at human flesh.
Then, after kicking his bollocks and screaming, ‘run for your life you poor bastard’, I’d give the howling barking demented pack of hounds a good sniff of the now racing quarry and after a head start of three minutes thus giving the chased and hunted a reasonable chance to build up a good head of speed, I’d let the pack loose and watch in awe as they raced across the meadows in pursuit of he who’s face they’ve been trained to hate.
And thereafter, after the pack had cornered him, as they inevitably would as he hurtled across a recently harvested turnip field screaming, ‘God help me’, I’d bring the attack to a halt, cause the dogs to regurgitate the bits of his face I couldn’t find and in the last gulps of air he could summon up proving he was still human and very much still alive, I’d ask, ‘what do you think now. Humane or simply cruel?’.
Bobby47
Dec 16, 2017
Former Wirral Council Director of Law Bill Norman Resigns from Cheshire East Council
Bill has no honour. None at all! During my early days of being at odds with Bill, who I fully accept is no burglar, no shoplifter or a man prone to violent attacks upon those just hanging about and minding their own business, I lost patience with his activities and tipped up outside the Council Offices in Hereford determined to resolve my differences with Bill. I wanted to fight him. Despite my age and despite the huge difference in our respective levels of fitness, I put in the hard work throughout my many hard and harsh lung bursting training sessions. Running. Lifting weights. Refraining from masturbation. Sparring and training my abdomen to absorb an unholy number of bloody hard punches from Bill. I left nothing to chance. I was as fit as any fat twat could be and after taking one last drag upon my hand rolled cigarette and gulping back a mouthful of ale it all began. After getting his attention from his office window situated high on the third floor howling, ‘Bill get down here you oily little runt of the litter I want to fight you’, I began my stretching routine, got my gloves laced up by my trusty Second, shoved my late Grandmothers gum shield into my mouth and eagerly watched as Bill emerged from his office for our bout. I was about to meet my nemesis.
No sooner had he climbed beneath the ropes and onto the canvass with me gibbering ‘we want our money back you cheque trousering sneaky little weasel’, Bill boldly walked up to me and after touching gloves and readying myself to punch him as hard as I could in the gob he quickly pulled out an old World War Two service revolver, pulled its trigger discharging a single bullet and shot me dead.
That’s right. Dead! I was shot dead by Bill Norman who, despite the long held and established pugilistic traditions of the Queensbury Rules, Bill produced a gun inside the boxing ring and shot me dead. And this is the type of man Bill is. No pride. No honour. A man who does not box by the rules and the irresponsible owner of a firearm that he had no business owning or using on me or any other tax payer who had formed the opinion that he was getting wealthy from the trough of public funding.
Many of you will doubt the validity of this tale of woe and some might even question that I am actually dead. Well I bloody am and if I could be bothered to explain how it’s possible for a dead boxer to communicate these things from beyond the grave then I would if I could.
Bobby47
Nov 24, 2017
Wirral Council #Racism and Alleged #Racism – Some Posts and Tweets. Also… “Yer Barred !!”
It’ll be interesting to see whether or not the Italian Police treat racism as seriously as the British Constabularies.
If they do, and I hope they do, then it could be that they’re quietly investigating this matter and perhaps, who knows, they’ll be approaching their judiciary and a European Arrest Warrant will be authorised.
Now that would be worthy of some media coverage.
Bobby47
Nov 16, 2017
Show ‘Inappropriate Comments’ The Red Card
I’m not so sure this Councillor hasn’t got some moral or even lawful responsibility to actually incriminate his woman and make a formal complaint himself. Let me develop my point.
If the offence were committed upon Blighty it’d be easier for me to develop an argument and perhaps persuade that he should report the offence because he was present and would have to acknowledge that he to was personally offended by her words and actions. If he couldn’t tolerate racist behaviour on the Wirral because of his elected Office, then how could it be tolerable whilst in Italy on holiday. What’s more, being fully cognisant that the targets of the racist attack were British citizens of colour and being a British citizen himself and fully aware of British public order legislation, he would surely know that if the matter had taken place here in Britain there would be no secreting this sorry episode.
I’d argue that albeit this took place in a foreign land and he could reasonably argue that he had no knowledge of Italian Law and their public order legislation that protects citizens from racist abuse, he must be aware that in any modern democracy aiding and abetting an offender, in this case remaining silent and even perhaps offering it some tacit approval by saying nothing, only adds to the depth of the hole he now finds himself in.
Given his public Office and the public interest that’s more than justified by his and her position in Wirral society, albeit by personal rather than political association, I cannot see how this matter can be sat on and left to become a topic of disinterest.
Furthermore, being a recipient of public money and presumably a fully paid up follower to the zero tolerance attitude WBC has toward racism, how is it possible to argue that this matter should be ignored simply because the crime took place in a land beyond British jurisdiction which I’m guessing is the only reason this affair has not been addressed in our homeland. It doesn’t make sense does it?
Quite frankly I can’t see how it’s possible to avoid the issue without there being a conspiracy of silence and a future chance that many other people have now tainted themselves by sitting back and doing nothing. In short, how can you hold up a red card and ask to be taken seriously. Indeed, how can anyone pictured holding up their red card be given any credibility if they know about the events that took place during the holiday in Italy.
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