Bobby 47
Nov 9, 2017
Wirral Council Fails to Withhold Crucial Discretionary Housing Payments Report
It seems to me that every single Council Directorship up and down Blighty has the very same problem. The ideology of Common Purpose and the unrestrained feeding at the trough of public money that’s treated as their own and paid out to anyone who’s in favour and worthy of a slice of pleasure and gifted a Gagging Payment. It’s nothing unusual nowadays. Sadly it’s the way of things in these times of little accountability.
What sets Wirral apart from all the others is not the senior Officers who pretty much do as they please all over the place.They all do that nowadays. It’s built into the design of all public service bodies. It’s the elected Councillors that win the Office and the prize upon the Wirral. They are the body of people who separate the Wirral Council from all the rest.
And I’m not speaking of incompetence. Most elected Councillors up and down our Isle all reached their own personal level of complete incompetence long before they shoved a leaflet through your letterbox pleading for your vote. There’s nothing unique about this.
What singles out the Wirral as being very unique, is the elected people have no honour and no sense of right and wrong. It’s the issue of honour and honourable behaviour that’s so evidentially lacking on the peninsular of Merseyside. In any other place that I can think of, and many that spring to mind are covered in undiluted rats excrement are truly dreadful people, they would all act very differently to those upon the Wirral. Spitting, kicking and screaming of foul play and misunderstanding, they’d spread the dirt and then resign, cognisant that the game was up and they had to walk.
Course, upon the Wrral no such honourable way of conducting yourself exists. Rather than plead your innocence or even mitigate your behaviour with a bucket full of gut churning mindless bollocks of a feeble excuse, the Wirral Councillors simply ignore the noise, turn their attention elsewhere and ignore any issues relative to honourable behaviour.
Anywhere else on the planet, where racist behaviour was so blatantly exhibited, even if the words and the actions were those of a loved one, you’d throw yourself on the political sword and do the honourable thing.
Not on the Wirral! On the Wirral you survive and continue on and on and on and nobody gives the matter or your dishonourable behaviour a single backward glance. Why? Because everyone around you has behaved in the exact same way and nothing happened to them.
Wendy, my warmest regards to you and yours. Good luck for the future. Rob.
Bobby 47
Oct 28, 2017
Alleged Foulkes’ #Racism – met with Radio Silence across Wirral, Merseyside and the North West
As I predicted! She’s been round! Bloody knew it! I was laid in bed in a high state of arousal whilst nibbling on a custard slice when all of a sudden I smelt smoke and the pungent aromas of burning wood. Straight away I thought, ‘the bloody Klan are back again’.
I popped me pants on, got out of bed, pulled the newspaper off the bloody Windows because we’ve never generated enough disposable income to purchase bloody curtains, to see three burning crucifix’s and two figures adorned in cassocks and hoods that are normally worn by the bloody Klan whenever they’ve popped round here before lynching those of us who ain’t pure white Arian British citizens.
I opened the window and howled,’ who comes burning crucifix’s at three bloody thirty in the morning. This is a good neighbourhood populated by good decent God fearing folk who diligently recycle their rubbish. Clear off we’re trying to get some bloody sleep here’.
Anyway, the smaller of the two, possibly female, who’s hood and robes looked like they were the garments of the bloody Grandmaster of the Klan howled, ‘we are the W.W.L.M( Wirral White Lives Matter) and we want to satisfy ourselves that you are white and you’ve got documentation that proves your genealogical lineage is of pure undiluted whiteness.’ And then, waving a rope, with menacing intent said, ‘if you ain’t like us we’re going to string you up and stretch your neck’.
Course, not wanting to take any chances and erring on the side of caution, not wanting to be horse whipped in me street, having me belongings confiscated, getting transported and even hung up from the boughs of me own bloody Elm tree I quickly threw me box of identification documents through the window proving to them the Klan that I was pure white British.
Who were they? I’ve no idea but the taller of the two was wearing tangerine shorts that I’d previously noticed on an earlier blog that concerned a lads holiday in the Algarve.
Bobby 47
Oct 27, 2017
Alleged Foulkes’ #Racism – met with Radio Silence across Wirral, Merseyside and the North West
They’ll take some young person who’s silly enough to post something offensive on a social media site, trace them, arrest them, prosecute them, convict them and then destroy them by releasing their case to the media and it’s all alright.
But, take some person in a position of authority, someone well connected with friends in influential places and someone who’s not supposed to be subjected to the same rules as the silly young person I’ve described and the outcome is an entirely different scenario.
Instead of getting a visit from the Constable, having your collar felt, being prosecuted and subjected to the deliberations of the Magistrate who might convict you of appalling and overtly racist behaviour and getting the media to report upon your downfall, it doesn’t bloody happen.
Mores the pity I say! How on earth did we arrive at a place where there became this imbalanced treatment between those in power and those without it.
Makes you bloody weep doesn’t it. And they wonder why people take to their keyboards ranting and raving at the injustice of it all.
Mind, that said, I wouldn’t want this bloody woman taking offence from my comments. The last thing I want is her tracing me and tipping up at my front door screaming, ‘open the door fatso. I’m going to beat you senseless’. Course, if she does, and let’s face it it’s possible, even likely, I don’t suppose it’ll make the papers with the headline, ‘ fat old man minding his own business attacked by a Wirral woman armed with a four pound lump hammer causing upsetting injuries’.
Mark my words, if this woman does go on a killing spree the Wirral Globe will regret their failure to act and I’ll be the first in the queue demanding financial compensation for the dreadful debilitating injuries that I personally sustained at my front door step after being beaten senseless with her four pound lump hammer.
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