Bobby47
Jan 13, 2017
Wirral Labour Party Ex-Councillor and “Britain First” Admirer Receives Suspended Sentence for Making a Death Threat
There’s an interesting testimonial on the World Wide Web Cardin concerning a very new employee at Speke Airport who clearly has impressed an ill passenger who was about to board a ‘red eye’ flght to Malaga.
Addressing his positive feedback to the Director of Sevices at this transport hub, he reports, I began to feel very unwell and as I sat there it became very obvious that I needed to evacuate my bowel and so, gathering my belongings together I left my seat in the boarding area and hurtled into the toilets screaming to the Janitor, ‘for the love of God I need help’.
This good soul quickly removed his urine stained rubber gauntlets and with some considerable care invited me to enter his Number One cubicle saying, ‘I will remain here until I’m satisfied you are no longer in distress’.
Immediately after entering the cubicle I began my bowel evacuation. Quite simply, due to whatever it was that I consumed to bring about my illness, I shat, and I shat and I shat, over and over again and when the muscles in my diaphragm began to ease giving me faint hope the ordeal was ending, I shat and shat some more screaming to the Janitor, ‘I’m so sorry about this. I’ve covered the entire toilet in my excrement’, to which he replied, ‘Sir, it’s my job to remove whatever you’ve deposited. There’s no need for you to apologise’.
Then, for some humanistic reason, no doubt resulting in our bond together created by our shared experience of this dreadful event, this Janitor, who was happily for me still on the other side of the cubicle door rather than inside with me, whilst I was still unloading my shit that was now nigh on all over the place, he tragically broke down and wept making some unintelligible reference to him once being Chair of a Council Audit&Risk Comittee of Wirral Borough Council.
Anyway, to conclude this encounter with your wonderful employee, I emerged from the cubicle and, as I washed my hands, mopped my sweat covered brow, I glanced back at this remarkable Janitor who was now within the cubicle clearing up the mess created by my visit to your toilets, muttering over and over again, ‘that it’s come to this’.
Bobby47
Dec 28, 2016
UPDATE – Homeless man has his possessions drenched by Debenhams security guard in Portsmouth
It makes you sick! It’s just another symptom of the corporate/media message, the narrative that they demand we all follow. that those without a home, have got buggar all, are in some way a problem to all of us.
No matter where you look up and down the Country you’ve got Police Officers towering over those laid on the bloody floor covered in cardboard and a blanket telling them you cannot sleep here, you mustn’t beg money and essentially saying, ‘piss off go make some other place look untidy. Your presence here offends us’. The bastards!
You’ve got Councils telling us not to give them money because it only feeds their terrible addictions and worse, much much bloody worse, bloody Charitable organisations are doing the same thing. Don’t give them the bloody money. Give it to us. We know how best to spend it. The bastards! They certainly do know how to spend it. On themselves funding huge salaries, top of the range cars and a bloody big thank you from society at the end of the feeding frenzy.
As for the bastard who drenched this poor soul, well his punishment is here for all to read. What of those, these oily slimed bottom feeding narcissistic twats who’ve decided amongst themselves that we, Joe bloody public, are incapable of knowing how best to help our fellow man. What happens to them? Bloody nothing!
Bobby47
Dec 9, 2016
#Brickgate – Angela Eagle’s PR man – Imran Ahmed – throws his weight around on Twitter
Dear Imran, if your reading this, and I strongly suspect you are, please believe me when I say that I definitely threw two house bricks at my own property, smashing two of my windows that were subsequently repaired at my own personal expense in order to expose the puzzling issues regarding The Wirral Window.
You Sir are very wrong if you are implying that my forensic investigations into this matter was based upon a fabrication. I’ll be damned if I sit back and remain silent on this issue.
You can pop down here anytime you choose and knock on doors and ask the neighbours, ‘did he smash his house up’ and they’ll say, ‘he most certainly did,’ and what’s more many will probably comment, ‘we couldn’t understand why he did this’.
I’d respectfully suggest that from hereon, instead of going to war via Twitter, you get onside and apply your considerable abilities to exposing why it became necessary for folk like me, decent God fearing folk who diligently recycle their rubbish, to feel it necessary to pick up large objects and smash up their own property and create public hysteria and a general fear from my neighbours that I was living in the same street as them.
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