Bobby47
Sep 24, 2016
We lodged an FOI request re: Wirral Council visits to CHINA – a few days later the poo hit the fan
And it is a strange and an abnormal thing to do isn’t it. Under normal circumstances, putting abnormality of WBC aside, a public servant normally races toward the catastrophe rather than go away from it and in this fella’s case, several thousand miles away from it. Clearly, in these circumstance opinion is divided when it comes to leadership. This fella thinks you should clear off to the Orient whilst everyone else thinks you should not.
Indeed, half a mountain falls upon folk minding their own business and the Minister entrusted to deal with these things, namely mountains collapsing and burying villages and villagers, he or she, both sexes are equally capable of dealing with a catastrophic event, will get the call whilst on holiday and quickly, very quickly they’ll respond,’hi up! My leadership skills are required here. I’m going to cut short my holiday, return home and lead my people’. In this case of course, the reaction is very different. Rather than respond to an emerging thought that screams, ‘for fucks sake cancel the jolly to China’, this leader of men and women has concluded, ‘fuck it and all associated with this devastatingly problematic problem, I’m off to China to spend thousands of publicly funded monies, pretend to all that I’m Marco bloody rotten Polo on a trade mission that’ll generate the Wirral ten thousand jobs, millions in trade benefits, savings of billions and the chance to return after some other incompetent twat has worked on and developed an Action Plan.
Course, I could be wrong here. It’s perfectly possible that this fella, cognisant that he reached his own personal level of incompetence many years ago and knows that if he gets involved he’ll bugger it all up more, has taken the decision to remove himself from the region, the Country and the Continent so that those now tasked to deal with the issue get the best possible chance of succeeding and not becoming infected by his ability to touch something and immediately turn it into a steaming bag of rats excrement.
Thinking about it some more, perhaps this decision to fly off to the distant Orient, seek out some wrinkly old gap toothed hag who runs the local Opium den, suck on an Opium pipe, get blasted out of his mind and think, ‘fuck it’, is a decision that actually does benefit all the people of the Wirral and we should all applaud the lad and say, ‘thank you very much’.
Bobby47
Sep 22, 2016
Frank Field’s unwanted Labour newspaper, paid for by you. Can the Information Commissioner see sense and block it?
Lovely! We all need good news. Glad tidings and happy tales of notable public service achievements will be the trigger to stop many of the lads, hitherto desperately unhappy and bewildered by the scale of the mounting debt generated by ‘transformation’, ’emerging thoughts’ ‘positive outcomes’ and the ‘passion’, from scaling high publicly owned buildings and jumping off into the dreadful abyss or wading into the Mersey waist bloody deep, pulling out a small pocket derringer and blowing their brains out screaming, ‘I’m ready Jesus. Come and get me’.
Just the bloody job I say! Happy news about a carefully staged and managed Litter Pick, a few prestigious awards to some well meaning voluntary groups or a cleverly crafted piece that tells how the Council wasted ten million quid instead of thirty million will be sure to ensure that this ‘rag’ will become a jolly good read to any poor soul stuck between a need to step in front of a thirty tonne fully laden Concrete Mixer or a desperate need to see an end to the misery of waking up every single bloody day cognisant that it’ll be another fourteen hours before you can scurry back up stairs, stagger into bed and dream of a better life and a hope that the entire legion of highly paid suits will all take up Cockle Picking and be consumed by the sand and brine.
And you can be sure of one single thing. Lots of shiny, happy, clappy suits stood their alongside some pointless monument to stupidity, grinning their fat faces off as we sit there staring at the photographic image howling, ‘you bastards’. Yep! Just the thing we need. A politically driven newspaper produced in collaboration with the hierarchy of all our public services that tells you to be happy and celebrate the glory of it all and be content that the bloody outsourcing of just about everything that was once meaningful or worthwhile has gone and lost forever to a Labour group who lost their way and became seduced by power, money and personal glory.
Bobby47
Sep 15, 2016
#Brickgate – Angela Eagle – Merseyside Police Change Their Position on Freedom of Information Request
And here in startling graphic clarity lies the problem within our modern society. The truth no longer bloody matters. It doesn’t. Not one jot. They churn a false story out that’s peddled to the media and then transmitted to us the bloody fools who fund and fuel the madness, they offer up an explanation to a Parliamentary Committee that subsequently turns out to be a bucket of rancid bollocks, public service bodies announce something that’s complete rats urine and then, after its discovered to be undiluted rats piss they then later go onto say, ‘lessons have been learned’ and those that we were all programmed to trust because our Mams and Dads always did, they become corporately swallowed up by their own ‘in the big tent’ delusions that keep up the pretence that we are all on their side, we doubt bloody nothing they ever say and alls well,even when the lies pile up and it’s become increasingly difficult to believe anything they ever say because, deep down, you can see and tell that they also know it’s a load of bollocks and a pack,of lies.
It used to be true or false. A lie or an honest account. Not any bloody more! The truth has nothing to do with the message or the reputation management of the message. They lie. Wriggle room is the key. Give then that and they’ll twist and spin, cognisant that if ever the wheel ever falls bloody off, and it rarely does, their backstop story is, ‘I’ve given an account of what I honestly believed to be true at the time’. The fact that it was all a lie from its conception doesn’t matter. Not to them!
The reality to the many now is Angela’s window was smashed in anger. Whoever did it, did it because Angela was a woman, a brave strong ethical woman who stood up against the evils of Jeremy and If it were not for seventeen good, kind, decent God fearing whistleblowers who’ve bravely stood shoulder to shoulder to support Angela, then the story wouldn’t sound and read so convincing to a population who no longer care who lies to them and what the consequences of the dishonesty are.
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!
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