Wirral In It Together

Bobby47

Aug 1, 2018

Autism Initatives Northern Ireland – ”Nothing but the same old Story”

Audrey, As for this person not being on the Electoral Register, chances are it’s because they live in a Home Of Multi Occupancy, probably an overcrowded illegal one which subsequently allows Landlords to make more money from people who want to keep their costs and out goings down and to avoid paying any Council Tax. Frankly Audrey, that’s the only reasonable explanation and the only way the individual can avoid paying Council Tax and staying off the Electoral Register. If it’s not a congested HMO, it’ll be him or her staying with someone who’s not disclosing their full income. Either way, whatever the reason is to remain anonymous to a Census or Electoral Register, there will be some illicit criminality involved in this deception.
As for this fella being a mystery. He’s not. Not to me. He’s a spineless, cowardly, weak willed, short tempered, impatient bully of a man who’d easily lash out and hurt a vulnerable person rather than pay his way in society and show some compassion toward those who are not in a position to defend themselves.
Let’s hope one day in the future this bully encounters another more violent and disturbed bully who then teaches him the lesson in shame of uncontrolled anger, greater strength without disability and he gets the ever loving shit kicked out of him during a prolonged attack outside an Ale House where people will observe the beating and do absolutely nothing to help him throughout the dreadful ordeal. Perhaps then he might understand how your boy felt when he was unfortunate enough to encounter this horror of a human being!

Bobby47

Jul 26, 2018

We tried exposing a safeguarding emergency in Reading, but came up against an obstacle… er, a journalist!

Brilliant! I enjoyed reading that lad. Ain’t it strange, they’re obsessed with Wirral Leaks. If I was them I’d be more worried about Wirral In It Together.

Bobby47

Jul 23, 2018

Wirral Council launches… “WIRRAL TOGETHER”

Sweet loving Jesus! Eric looks desperately forlorn and disheveled doesn’t he. The last time I saw a fully grown man looking like this was when they released poor old Terrence Waite from his captors, untied him from the radiator and said, ‘off you go. You’re free’. He looks like a huge wool sack full of half inch spanners crammed inside in no particular order.
Call me a patriot and a fool with a keyboard but the fella doesn’t look entirely fulfilled and happy with his lot does he? I’ve had a great deal of experience observing the bewildered, the deranged, the possessed and the dispossessed and folk who are desperately unhappy with life and this lad Eric definitely ain’t happy. Looks to me he’s a short hop away from a medicated prescription listing a double dose of the bestest anti depressants, a strong single dose unit of diazepam and a pen and paper to write his goodbye note pleading, ‘take me Jesus. I’m ready. Take pity upon me Lord and release my tormented soul from the burdens of leading Wirral Borough Council’.

Bobby47

Jul 18, 2018

High Noone at Reading Council. Danger averted…

Your achievements are many Paul, not least your campaign to get Angela to acknowledge The Big Lie, but this work,,,,,,regarding Reading and the incompetent bungling idiots who hired this individual, well…it eclipses the lot and is probably your best ever work.
Well done lad!

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Bobby47

Oct 9, 2018

With #WirralGiants in the news, let’s have a look at one of Wirral Council’s BIGGEST fibbers!

Bobby47

Aug 23, 2018

Re: Martin Liptrot story. An unnamed person has handed himself in to British Transport Police to be interviewed. Transcript of phone call

If I, and it’s bloody highly unlikely that it’d be me, wandered off a well trodden leafy bridle path having been suddenly overwhelmed with a disgusting and desperately irrational need to have an intimate relationship with a member of the bovine species that I’d earlier observed grazing in a lush green meadow that was clearly used for arable farming, and say someone was passing by minding their own bloody business who was perhaps equipped with a functional camera capable of capturing a clear and disgustingly lurid image of a fully grown naked man setting about to violate a black and white Frisian Cow, and say during this violation that breached man-kinds covenant with God and all known criminal-law statutes, together with all things we all readily associate with modernity and acceptable human behaviour, and say the image of me and my fat face, which definitely wouldn’t be me because I’d never behave that way, suddenly appears on the front page of the Wirral Globe website, I reckon it’d be nigh on bloody impossible for me to get the Globes editorial staff to remove my image, not that it would be me, because it definitely wouldn’t be me, from the site unless of course I could quickly explain to them that I was an important person closely associated with the Council.

Bobby47

Aug 21, 2018

Wirral Globe local crime incident re: Martin Liptrot – published then hurriedly removed. What’s going on?

Yep! T’is the way of things nowadays. Take some young adult,,,say a young woman who’s bereft of hope, fiscally knackered, hasn’t a chance in hell of ever climbing off rock bottom, the tragic wench, who’s only ambition is to end up in the holding pen for the Jeremy Kyle Show suddenly and inevitabley meets her demise by stupidly purloining something to stave off star- bloody- vation. She gets nicked, pleads guilty, gets punished and all hell breaks lose to bring about the destruction of one poor unfortunate working class girl who long gave up dreaming about wealth, fame or any measureable achievements from her tragic unfulfilled life.
Within a blink of an eye and a fifteen minute hearing at the Magistrates Court, the Wirral Globe reporter rushes back to their work station, knocks out a piece describing the evil this young woman has brought to society and it’s in the paper, on line and in the comments section, thirty people who’ve never walked in her shoes start howling, ‘birch the bitch’ clicking away and generating more revenue from advertising for the Globe who just happen to have become Partners with the Council because yonks ago people in authority lost sight of truth, decency and human kindness and they all became bestest Saturday night buddies through LinkedIn and Common Purpose.
But,,,,,it doesn’t always work this way. Not nowadays. Nowadays, it’s who you know, if you know the right people and your in the right job to affect any consequences for past bad behaviour.If you are one of the lucky ones, you can subject someone to foul racist abuse and nothing will ever happen to you. The local newspaper will leave you alone because, despite an obvious prima facia case of Aggravated Racial Harrassment you are nice. You are a good person and nothing like the poor woman who many believe deserves a public thrashing. Same on this train. No need to subject you to anything upsetting because you are good, kind and decent because your LinkedIn entry says so. For you, the one who’s in the right job, with the right connections and a LinedIn entry saying how bloody nice you are, nobody gets to read about your bad behaviour and better still, nobody can author a piece in the Comments section suggesting that ‘you get a thrashing outside Wallasey Town Hall.
T’is the way of things nowadays!

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Bobby47

Nov 15, 2018

A Terrible Dream

You think your dreams are interesting Paul? You should be behind my eyelids during my hours of slumber.
My dreams are vivid, intense and invariably involve me being a man who women can’t keep their hands off because I, Bobby47, am the most desirable man in the world. Nightly, every single time I drift off, thirty six, sometimes forty depending upon my imagination, crazed and wanton strumpets visit my bed chamber demanding, ‘.give us your love tonight’ and every night, as exhausting as the task is, i fulfill their demands delivering each of these sexually charged women their own special night of love with me.
And it’s not just about women unable to control themselves who nightly scurry up my drainpipe demanding to kiss my fat face. Many nights our lovemaking is interrupted by throngs of bewildered Wirral men and women who’ve had a guts full of Wirral Councillors and Council Officers and have decided, and God only knows why, to journey down the A49, drag me out of my bed, throw me in the back of their van and drive me up to the Wirral where I am required to cleanse Wallasey Town Hall of those that are destroying local democracy.
And, what’s more, when these decent hardworking politically active Wirral men and women do tip up uninvited at my home, a dwelling they’ve no business knowing of it’s whereabouts, like a pissed up, drug addled half dressed fool, I climb into the back of the van howling,’take me directly to do God’s work. I’ll cleanse the Town Hall of all those who’ve been causing you all such distress.’
And I do Paul. Every single night my dreams are diverted away from the sins of the flesh, I end up hurtling into Wallasey Town Hall gibbering in biblical tongues howling, ‘here’s Bobby’.
Then, after considerable blood letting, beatings and rolling the bastards round in nettles, I slump into a weary heap, demand some Ale be poured down my throat, suck upon a hand rolled cigarette and then, all of a sudden, I’m suddenly propelled back down the 49, into my bed where I continue delighting these women who’ve abandoned their homes and their loved ones just to engage in manly love with me the man who Wirral summoned to beat the ever loving shit out of an entire generation of Wirral public servants.

Bobby47

Nov 5, 2018

Leasowe Abbey’s in Ruins. And we’re in the gutter, or is it the sewer?

Goodness! Ronnie does have a leaning toward all things below the surface. What with, ‘climb down’, ‘filth of the gutter’ and two mentions of the ‘sewer’, I’d have thought he’d have been better off either staying with the theme of ‘down there’ and calling for you to ‘go to hell’ of something else downwards but less closely associated with human excrement.
Course, Ronnie has every right to concentrate his thoughts on our sewage system. But, if he is intent on tweeting his thoughts about how bad it is down there beneath the surface, and I reckon it’s pretty bad, he should at least use his tweeting characters and produce an insult that reads grammatically correct.
Personally, I’d have preferred Ronnie to have concentrated his thoughts on things of the surface. There’s plenty of stuff visible to the discerning eye. There’s dog shit. There’s litter. Potholes and other unpleasant stuff that might have had me thinking that maybe my friend Paul should go to hell!
As it is, I’m left thinking that it’s a good thing that this particular abbey has fallen. I wanted to say, ‘fallen down’, but given my good advice to Ronnie regarding his weak writing style, I decided not to mention it.

Bobby47

Oct 9, 2018

With #WirralGiants in the news, let’s have a look at one of Wirral Council’s BIGGEST fibbers!

Happily my dear old friend, there is positive outcome that accompanies the critical comments from you, Wirral Leaks, Nigel and James. Nobody, but nobody will ever get sued for slander, defamation of character or anything else on the Statutes that can shut you down.
Why? How can they pursue anyone for telling the truth. Happily for you, and sadly for them, the price they must pay for their sins is they must sit back and simply put up with it all and, perhaps secretly, from time to time, sneakily have a peep at what you or Julian Justice shovel out to stop the scab healing over their reddened tortured flesh.
Take care la. My warmest regards to you and yours.

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Bobby47

Jan 30, 2019

Hard Times

I’d say to the author of this very good piece of written work, ‘why the surprise’? There’s nothing to be concerned about if you are at the top or even positioned in the middle of the hierarchy. Of course, being rock bottom and positioned at the bottom of the base of the hierarchical structure is an entirely different matter. Frankly, given that I reached my own personal level of personal incompetence many years ago and I’ve gradually drifted into my natural social grouping with those who are also bottom feeders found at rock bottom, being surprised doesn’t go halfway to describing just how pissed off I am that the hierarchy ignores me and all the many others who are ignored by this unholy hierarchical structure.
And hierarchy’s are what we all do. Over and over again. We’re wired up to create them. And every single time a hirearchy is created, in this case the bloody Council, it’s constructed in the full knowledge that eventually the hierarchy becomes corrupted and unless the corrupted elements are corrected, the hierarchy evolves into a tyrannical structure, tyranny becomes commonplace and the whole bastard thing evolves into a wealth and job creation exercise that benefits the few who, though they to reached their own personal level of incompetence many years ago, still manage to fool everyone and maintain a false illusion that they know what they’re bloody doing.
And consequently, the game continues unabated. No handbrake, no restraint, no prudence and no sense of moral outrage that through cunning and guile and a mantra of ‘we know what we’re doing’, another bunch of Common Purpose suits have germinated, grown fat on public money and are now, again, affixed to out fiscal lactating teats that enable the asset stripping to continue and for those at the bottom to become fucking poorer and wonder just why we were chosen or wired up to be placed at the bottom of the base of a public service hierarchy.
God help us I say!

Bobby47

Jan 15, 2019

Frank Field. Is he “Feeding Britain”, as claimed?

Poor man. Poor people. I’m one of the lucky ones. Not only have I got more than enough to be happy and content with, I’ve got the one thing that millions of other people have and share. An interest in the lives of those who’ve not been as fortunate as me and so many others.
They tell you on the television to give to charitable organisations only to learn that your money gets diverted into salaries and pension pots of those who are very well off.
They tell you don’t give to street beggars because it doesn’t do them any good onlyfir you to learn that Councils up and down the country confiscate their cardboard and blankets because they’re unsightly and they disrupt business.
They tell you that the ageing population are to blame for just about everything that costs us all a few quid in Council tax only for you to find out they’re paying out millions and millions on Gagging Payments, Consultancy Fees and anything else that they can shove in their Common Purpose mouths.
They tell you that poverty is a symptom of ignorance and there’s help out there if only they’d visit the Council and ask for help, and yet when you knock, the door doesn’t get opened because nobody is there. They’re all upstairs concentrating their minds on areas of business that have little to do with helping the meek and the mild and the millions of poor people who haven’t a laptop or haven’t the spare change to wait in a telephone queue for ages listening to the Halleluzah Chorus of Handels Messiah, telling them, ‘please hold the line. Your in a queue. Your call is important to us’.
No doubt, in the fullness of time this poor man, who’s bare back we’ve all stared at, will soon die and throughout the subsequent inquest of his passing, not one single person will question why he became skeletal in 2019 at a time when Britain is still one of the wealthiest nations on Earth.
Truth is, nobody cares. Nobody wants to know and despite this image of this poor man who’s spine is ready to pop out from beneath his flesh, not one wealthy person will step forward and ease his suffering.

Bobby47

Dec 31, 2018

Ivan Rogers’ Brexit Lecture of Thursday 13th December 2018 – the Nine Lessons on Brexit

Throughout the early decades of the twentieth century it was common practice for Big Business to invest in a community. They came along, spotted a coal seam, an opportunity to produce cotton, manufacturer something to sell and then exploit the people for cheap labour and make huge profits. But, despite the desire to create for themselves huge wealth, they did indeed build houses for the people that moved across the Country and settled in their new home that provided them their future.They built houses, Schools for the children, parks for them to play in, Hospitals and provided the communities something that they could call our Town or Village. It was a partnership of sorts. Certainly not ideal for the working man but it was nonetheless an investment in people and communities by big business who were there to profit from the labours of the working classes.
Roll on a century later, in this age of a so called period of social enlightenment, no such partnership exists. There’s no need for it. The wealthy have only one responsibility. To create a job. Not for them to build a home, a school or anything else that’d help a Town or a Village. There is now no reason for them to invest in a community. All they have to do is create a low paid job and the European Union and our Government does the rest.
The European Union provides the cheap migrant labour and the working class indigenous people provide the funds to build the houses, the larger schools, the Doctors Surgeries and all the other things that one needs to build a community. It’s really quite brilliant in many ways. You simply pull a social lever, cause three million migrants from the East of the Continent to move to Britain and Big Business pays nothing. The whole enterprise is funded by the low paid indigenous people who go about their business providing taxes so that houses, schools and hospitals can be built to provide a vast army of cheap migrant labour a job that pays them elevent times more than theyd be paid in their homeland.
That’s not the end of the genius from the European Union. No! The indigenous people and the three million migrants pay their taxes to the British Government who then pass on 13 billion quid to the EU. The European Commision then take 6 billion of that giant wedge of money and direct it back to the homelands of the 3 million migrants so that their infra structure can be improved, factories can be built, economic suitability for growth can be attained and then,,,,,,,when everyone becomes weary of working for a low wage, your job goes, the business relocates to Slovakia or Poland or wherever it was your money was sent to and bing, bang bong,,,,,, your money was used to create an economic opportunity for you to lose your job and make another nation better off because you fucking paid for it all.
In the meantime, seeing as your job went because you weren’t prepared to work longer, harder and faster than your now superior economic competitor who’s now sat in a factory you paid for in Latvia, the lesson to be learned by the next generation is ‘don’t be so fucking stupid as we once were’. Forget creativity. Work like stink for a low wage and be prepared to share a room with ten other young kids who, like you are on a zero hour contract serving fries and a burger and trained to smile and say, ‘You all have a nice day’.

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Bobby47

Jul 10, 2019

“Bloody Health & Safety”. Our political tale was included in the Write Time, Write Place anthology

Brilliant Paul. Really good. Well done lad. Very well done.

Bobby47

Jun 18, 2019

The sheer ingratitude of Labour @CLPWallasey makes itself known

Whilst I’m a socialist at heart, me? I don’t believe in any of them. They’re all equally as incompetent. They all embrace the most complicated of social, economic and political issues without a hope in hell of ever being capable of addressing them and resolving a single one of them and yet they haven’t the will or the ability to fill in a pot hole or stop a Council haemorrhaging million’s on LOBO Loans and ending Gagging Payments. Essentially, if they can’t do these relatively simple tasks, why in the world would they even think about dealing with stuff a bloody algorithm can’t sort out.
For example, the mad bastards all latch onto the thoughts and ideas of little Greta, a child who possesses the unique ability of actually being able to see Co’2 emissions, a feat hitherto unmatched by any living creature that walks, crawls, flys and swims on the planet and they pledge to do all manner of things to stop global warming. It beggars belief!
And what have we got to address our ever changing complicated world.The Conservatives and their Old Money. Essentially their doctrine is, ‘we’ll hang onto our money and do as much as we can to make the poor people pay to maintain us in our positions of power and every so often we’ll give them something that’ll sound fucking good but will have no measureable positive impact upon their pointless lives.
Then there’s my Party. Bloody Labour! Infested by Blairites and the ideologue educated middle classes who quite like the idea of being exposed to working class poor people, they organise themselves and then sneer, snarl and pin derogatory labels on anyone who doesn’t become a slavish follower to their tyrannical ideology that honourably quite fancies the idea of helping poor people but then their good and noble cause gets top trumped by their inner desire to have the money for themselves and be able to afford to live like the rich ones up on the hill.
Theyre all liars. Theyre all narcissistic and there isn’t a cigarette paper thin enough to separate any of them.
Worse, and it’s a tragedy to say it. Our Jeremy. The kindest and most decent of parliamentarians who finds himself, through his own inability to grasp the stinging nettle and be a leader, caught between a rock and a bloody hard place. And it’s all his own fault. By appeasing the likes of Eagle, Watson and all the others who’ve no idea what it’s like to walk in the shoes of poor people, he’s ended up as bad as Theresa May. Clueless. Without direction. Reacting to events rather than shaping them and in bed next to Fat Tom, who’s now known as Skinny Tom, a man who champions the betrayal of working class Labour voters and yearns for personal power at the expense of honour and loyalty.
Frankly, I liked him more when he was Fat. At least when his cholesterol was sky high, his arteries were about to explode and gift him the mother of all heart attacks, at least, the very least, I could laugh at the fat fucker and wonder when it was he last saw his scrotum.
Anyways, here we are. A Labour Party infested by Blairites, Union Leaders telling Brexit voters they’re racist and Far Right and Wirral Labour bumbling on and fucking up anything and everything they glance at.
The glorious consolation to all those bereft of hope and the will to continue voting Labour? The Wirral Labour group will do everything they can to stop global warming, which is absolutely nothing, to ensure that The Gulf Stream and The Jet Stream continue to hurtle around the planet in a clockwise direction and thus ensuring another fifty years of social anarchy on the Wirral peninsular brought about by mad bastards pretending they had anything to do with being a Labour voter.

Bobby47

May 14, 2019

Theresa May’s Britain: homeless man jailed for “sitting on the ground”

It’s comletely disgusting. Whilst this poor fella has been treated appallingly and there’s something very wrong with our society that encourages this form of cruel draconian activity within our social and criminal justice system, the really frightening thing for me is the thinking and the procedural actions that have lead up to his incarceration.
Think about it! The Council and the Police and their many Partnerships will have met at one of their Multi Agency planning meetings. This suggestion to arrest would have been suggested and tabled and it seems, there’s been agreement to cleanse the streets from what they consider to be an eyesore.
Thereafter, once the strategy was agreed, the whole bag of bollocks has been cascaded downwards to the front line workers who patrol the streets and they’ve nicked him. Worse still, the circumstances of his arrest would have got past some Custody Officer and the CPS Solicitor and he’s on his way to Court and down the steps.
It’s this that’s frightening. That so many agents, there to serve and help society, become complicit in a form of state cruelty and it’s all perfectly legal. In the meantime, like everything, this outcome of shifting a homeless person for just sitting on the pavement, will become common practice when all these other Councils learn easy it’s become to rid themselves of a minor irritation.
God help us!

Bobby47

Feb 17, 2019

A key moment in Birkenhead’s fortunes arrives this evening. Let’s run this post again

The picture of the fella with Jeremy will win the prize. Whilst the fella who’s not been lucky enough to have his image captured with Jeremy is probably just as bad and incompetent as the fella with Jeremy, it’s really all about presentation and how you look. The average voter will go for looks and appearance every single time. It doesn’t matter nowadays what lies beneath, whether or not there’s any substance to the Candidate. It’s entirely about how less sinister and threatening they are, and given that I’m no different to the average Joe, I’d go for the fella with Jeremy because he looks less likely to mug me on the way home from my Ale House.

That’s how far we’ve fallen. This is how buggered up our democratic form of governance has evolved into. If you don’t trust or believe in either of them and their posted leaflet doesn’t promise you a free unhindered ten minute trolley dash through your local Lidl supermarket, then just look into their eyes, take your pick on who’s less likely to beat the living daylights out of you and cast your vote.

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Sep 7, 2019

This week, we’re celebrating 10 years out of the Rat Race

And there’s absolutely nothing wrong with incompetency. We’ve been managing it for decades. Days gone bye we’d vote someone into Office cognisant that they were completely incompetent and poorly equipped to lead a Country. Same with our public services. The difference between then and the now is our leaders insist upon doing things. Instead of sitting there as they once did, minding their own business, doing nothing to buggar things up and diligently working their way through an In Tray shifting piles of pointless paperwork, these bastards, all of which are slavish followers to Common Purpose, they now want to do things. Interesting things. Things that seem creative but more often than, if meddled with, result in chaos and confusion.
The Council! They might get it into their heads to reduce speed limits from thirty to twenty. A noble cause ain’t it. Costly of course but it’s justification gets dressed up as ‘we’ve saved 747 lives.’ And it’s difficult to argue against unless you apply some common sense, grasp the fact that the new 20 mph speed restriction is causing traffic congestion and all the kids who live adjacent suddenly all become asthmatic costing the Health Service millions every year to treat 77,747 kids who are coughing themselves stupid because of yet another bright idea.
There’s countless other examples of them fucking about making matters worse and it could all have been easily avoided if our leaders had sat at their desks and followed the example of those from decades past. Done fuck all and got paid for doing it.
Yep! Let’s get back to a time when nobody up on high did anything and if things did go wrong, and they rarely did, the humble whistleblower was met by, ‘thanks a lot. I’ll look into it and get back to you once I’ve investigated and resolved your concerns. ‘Now, pull your pants up, don’t tell a soul and fuck off back downstairs and do your job’.

Bobby47

Sep 6, 2019

This week, we’re celebrating 10 years out of the Rat Race

Happy Out Of The Rat Race Birthday Cardin. Thoroughly deserved! Sadly the source of the truth and the reason this type of corporate behaviour is prevalent, particularly within public service, is because of simple human traits that many who pursue a type of power can quite easily display when faced with someone who’s perhaps a little cleverer than they are.
Pop an ordinary ambitious Joe into the midst of a collection of other creeps who are driven by a deep needing to engratiate themselves with someone and a brewing and forthcoming problem gets germinated. If that person has that knack to laugh at the jokes in the right place, preferably not before the punchline, then this or that particular creeping twat will rise to near the top of their chosen Empire Of Dirt.
In short, this ordinary person, the bastard creep, with an average intelligence quotient, who’s probably already reached his or her personal level of incompetence, suddenly find themselves promoted at least two levels above where they really should have been placed within the chain of command and who now are in a position of power of you. This is the reality of life in public service.
Now dress this incompetent bungling idiot in a suit, wrap a lanyard around their scawny creeping neck, give them access to their own personal telephone extension, an email messaging system that’s global and cascades only one way that’s downwards to those way beneath and to those poor sods who chose long ago to just do their job well and not to crawl up someone’s arse, and you’ve suddenly got a corporate problem.
That is, everyone above you is cut from the same cloth and equally as incompetent. Worse, everyone on the corporate ladder are all cognisant that they are all operational lightweights and have no business ever being placed inside their suits, they all begin the process of promoting other like minded creeping idiots to secure their Stronghold and create for themselves a Castle Keep mentality. Essentially, it’s the crazed and manic workings of a collective of narcissistic sociopaths intent on protecting themselves against any outside intelligence virus that may in time disrupt their hirearchial structure of idiots.
Course, they then have to busy themselves. What idiot wouldn’t! They focus in on something that’s interesting. Nothing dull or boring. Something that pleases their inquisitive minds. It’s of no matter what it is. It’ll be something that probably works very well but they decide, due to some collective blue sky thinking, that they are able to improve this area of business by a factor of a few percent, completely failing to grasp that it’s an extremely difficult enterprise to improve something by a small percentage but relatively simple to pull a lever and fuck the entire thing up at great cost to the staff and the public.
The result? Well, it’s fairly predictable isn’t it. The whole thing rapidly evolves into a ‘bag of rats’, the costs are enormous and whatever it was they hoped to achieve has now been replaced by a controlled narrative proclaiming, ‘all’s bloody well’.
But it isn’t well. It’s not well at all. Whilst the creeping collection of incompetent bungling idiots of average intelligence at the top of the Empire Of Dirt, all dressed in suits and adorned with lanyards and collectively are all able and conditioned to sing from the same hymn sheet, the whistleblower at the bottom of the cascading email, thus far untainted by their bollocks and an inner determination never to crawl up another human beings arse, well he reports the event doesn’t he. He/She, believing that something is wrong and a corporate problem needs addressing to secure a better outcome, pops into an office of the now corrupted tyrannical hirearchy intent on telling the truth and reporting their considerable concerns.
You’d think it’d all work out wouldn’t you. After all it’s supposed to. Well it doesn’t bloody work out does it. Not for the fool of a whistleblower it doesn’t. From hereon, the collection of corporate operationally lightweight narcissistic idiots who between them pulled that one single lever to fuck everything up, they now begin a reign of psychological warfare aimed at discrediting, undermining and marginalising the whistleblower that eventually, and it doesn’t take that long, results in anti depressants for the whistleblower, a period of garden leave because they’ve dug up some information that’s ten years old and has nothing to do with anything and before to long everyone in the workplace is to scared to speak of you or to you in case the Union Rep, who just happens to be your newest enemy because he goes golfing with the Chief Executive, decides to burn you with the same controlling tactics that were successfully deployed against the whistleblower who only ever wanted to report a problem within the organisation.
What do I think? I think your well out of it Paul.

Bobby47

Jul 25, 2019

Tory #Antisemitism and the Silence of the [Mainstream Media] Lambs. Here are two video recordings

An exceptionally good piece of investigative work my friend. It reads very well and it is shocking that the mainstream media have failed to run with this. Equally confusing is Labour’s failure to cling onto this poor treatment by Conservatives toward a lady of Jewish heritage. That said, I can understand Labour ignoring this as it’d only be spun as them trying to cloud the murky waters and spread the grief.
By the way, the radio thingy about Gagging Payments. I’ve listened to it again and the Jocks reference toward you being hypocritical wasn’t delivered with any malice. From his tone, you could tell it wasn’t meant as a criticism.

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May 24, 2020

[VIDEO] The Time I Resigned From Wirral Council in 2003

Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant. The best yet. Stupid mad bastards. Why on earth did they ever think it worthwhile to attack The Menace Of The Wirral Pennsular.
If I ever cross you La and it’s possible,,,,Please let me know straight away and I’ll send you a hand written apology, a greetings card and if it placates you, some money for a few pints down at The Wellington.

Bobby47

May 2, 2020

[VIDEO] Council Tax Cash for Honours. Wirral Council

Where’s the money go and how do the Council spend it? Meetings! Lots of meetings that generate Steering Groups where the Council and their many Partner Agencies meet up, gather round a fine oak table and talk absolute bullocks because that’s what they all do. Talking absolute bollocks is the current verbal currency for every single one of them holed up in public service and this collection of idiots, who all reached their own personal level of incompetence long before this rotten virus emerged from the Orient, are prolific in its usage.
Dozens of them gather together thrice fortnightly delivering anything that might incorporate the words Passion, Deliver, Service User, Journey and Smart Thinking and then, after hours of deliberation when they all quietly conclude to themselves, ‘we’ve no fucking idea what to do next’, they kick the whole bag of rats into the long grass and agree to meet again next week and go over and over the same pointless and mindless bollocks that brought about the abrupt ending of the last dozen or so fully funded meetings that resulted in fuck all being done.
Worse, some Twat on a salary I’d strangle the cat for, gets rocketed onto a higher pay grade because they and only they are the go to twat that knows what the fuck the Council are doing to combat the social and economic misery of this crisis and who all the other Partner Agencies look toward to learn about the next time, day and date when the next pointless meeting adjourns that quickly eats away at all the cash the Council were gifted to help all those fucked up by this chaos generated by a fucking germ that appears to have come from a bastard bat found hanging about in China.

Bobby47

Apr 5, 2020

Our company “Easy Virtual Assistance” has transcribed George Galloway’s “The Mother Of All Talk Shows” – Episode 41 – in its entirety. Read on…

Does anyone really believe that in this enlightened age of modernity we’re in any position to deal with this or anything else that ‘may’ perhaps be life threatening to humanity.
Frankly, given that all our leaders reached their own personal level of incompetence many years before any of us tippy toed into a polling booth and voted for the silly bastards, why in God’s name do we expect an outcome that might just be a good one. Chances are, if you apply some sort of algorithm into the mix that factors in chance, outcome, incompetence, bloody stupidity and a whole range of other factors that’ll task the finest of minds to concentrate their abilities on the question, ‘are we capable of fucking it all up’, I’d respectfully suggest that there’s every likelihood that our chances of coming out of this with a Pension, any Cash in the Bank, an NHS or anything else we value are you extremely questionable.
Why do any of us believe anything they say? We’ve had Aids, Crack, Burning Debts, Avian Flu, Monkey Flu, Ebola and more recently bloody Brexit and every single time we’ve been socially engineered into being afraid. These Goebellistic tried and tested methods of frightening the people work every time. Hundreds of thousands of human evolutionary years ensure that we are hard wired to be afraid. In short, we behave in exactly the way we’re supposed to behave. We become frightened.
How is it possible that a society that can nowadays argue themselves stupid over 72 Gender Pronouns and question whether or not there are only two birth sexes, namely Male and Female, can rationally deal with this global pandemic without trashing an economy and destroying everything we once held dear.
Why is it that a young girl from Sweden who suffers with a mental health disorder and skips School on a Friday because she san see an invisible gas and is gripped by a harrowing fear of global warming, can, within only a couple of years, emerge as a global icon and able to whip millions of people up into a frenzied crazed hysteria.
Me? Well call me a bluff old fat faced cynical twat, but I’d say a wise man would do well to intelligently question everything they told me and not believe it all. Especially the stuff that’s designed to scare me silly. Wiping out billions and billions of NHS debt, trashing the economy and throwing money about like confetti and then sowing the seeds to germinate and enable the State control of the people and their daily movements suggest to me that there’s more to all this chaos than meets the eye.
In our recent past we’ve faced outbreaks of diphtheria, tuberculosis, typhoid, and all manner of disease that have wiped out millions of our global citizens and yet until now, during this era where any risk or threat is not tolerated by our feeble ‘woke’ society, never have we all been placed on lock-down and our civil liberties so easily surrendered to the State.
My conclusion! We’re fucked. Completely fucked. Can it get worse? Yep! Greta will eventually come up with an actual time, day and date when our Oceans will boil and the good old Earth will crack in two and we’ll all die an horrific fiery death. Then, somehow or other, when the date passes and we don’t all drop down dead, she’ll successfully manage to convince the hysterical masses that Covid19 was the direct result of global warming, we’ll howl, ‘hallelujah. Lord be praised’, and Greta will become our anointed High Priestess Of The World.

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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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Nov 11, 2020

Is the premature congratulation of Joe Biden backfiring?

The Establishment, the political elite and the mainstream media think we are all stupid. I personally think they’re right. We are stupid.
Cast your minds back, if you’ve still got the ability to think for yourself, and remember what Hillary, the Democrats and the media did for the entire tenure of the Trump Presidency, peddling out over and over again the mantra that Trump stole the Presidency after colluding with the Russians who then went on to rig the election to favour Trump and deny America of a fair and true electoral outcome.
Thereafter, with the help of the mainstream media, countless television hours and reams of newspaper prints they were slavishly devoted to the cause of undermining the result that got Trump into the White House. They didn’t want or like the outcome of the election and for the best part of four years they made sure that we knew it. Just like Brexit. There’s no real difference. We voted the wrong way and for three years ‘they’ made sure that we were told that we were wrong.
Strange to think that back then nobody objected to the witch hunt that followed Trump and nobody ever once said anything to halt the Democratic pursuit of Trump or even hint that they were refusing to accept the defeat.
Odd now, that Trump, who I’ve no doubt is as mad as the ships cat is being accused of not accepting the electoral outcome and has no evidence to support his claim that Biden won because of rigged votes.
So strong is the media death grip on the people, corruption claims against Biden and his family are never questioned or even investigated and worse, now, when Trump speaks, the media simply cut him off as being irrelevant.
Truth is, if they can silence Trump, and they have, they can quite easily do it to us. As to his allegations that the postal voting was rigged, there is far more evidence to support his claim of wrongdoing than there ever was to show that the Russians interfered in the Trump/Clinton election.
Sadly, because people don’t matter and they no longer seem to be bothered that they don’t matter, the media, the establishment and our celebrity culture will from hereon decide amongst themselves who they want to win an election and from hereon there is nothing we can do to stop them.

Bobby47

Oct 18, 2020

LOBO loans. Wirral Council plunged the people of Wirral, our kids and grandkids into £295 million of foreseeable, avoidable debt. We objected in 2016. Grant Thornton’s response has just arrived…FOUR YEARS LATER!

And it all goes back to the germination of the Common Purpose seeds that demanded Public Service pay the best to get the best, without us the paying public ever knowing that these participants in the game of Public Service and Common Purpose had all tried the private sector, been found out, spat out and bailed out by the public sector.
What do we expect? If within only a couple of decades the disciples of Common Purpose can infest and infect every tier of Management, it’s hardly surprising that they succeed in fucking everything up.
Why stick their necks out and make a decision that leads back to their tray. Instead, hire a Consultant, paying the best to get the best and blame them when it all goes wrong.
Avoidance of your neck in the noose! That’s easily remedied. Gather up all the Partners of their glorious Partnerships, involve them in the decision making, and get it Minuted, and thus share the blame with them all when it all inevitable turns into a bag of rats. Then, because a dozen or so Common Purpose acolytes are all tainted by the same shit, such as all these LOBO Loans, it become nigh on impossible and impractical to hold them all to account, resulting in nobody ever getting hung out to dry and nobody ever being held to account.
That’s how it is. That’s how it works and very little of it will end anytime soon. We’re fucked!

Bobby47

Sep 6, 2020

Has Twitter found a new way of shadow banning its ‘problem’ users?

There are a number of ways to avoid being sanctioned by Twitter. One! Have no association with Cardin. To my cost I quickly discovered being his friend and slavish follower meant I appeared on Facebook and Twitter’s list of ‘people who have to be monitored’.
Two! Quit Twitter and Facebook thus rendering yourself silent and in no position to offend one person in a hundred thousand which from Twitters perspective got them monitoring you in the first bloody place.
And finally the most important. Three! Under no circumstances own a keyboard,think for yourself, process a thought and articulate it in writing if you question the direction of these crazed demented ideologies that champion any poor bastard who’s ever felt they’ve been oppressed by the tyrannical patriarchy.
Basically, if you are a fully grown man,you’re a complete twat riddled to the bone with toxic masculinity. If your white. Your a twat and you’re a privileged twat. If your like me Male, White and heterosexual then you’re burdened by every ic, ism, ist and phobia that’s known to humanity and the very best thing you can do, and I’ve considered doing it, is acquire a small pocket Derringer pistol and blow your fucking brains out.
Your passing to the afterlife will be a huge service to humanity and a huge help to Twitter in their corporate quest to rid the world of free thought and free speech

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Dec 2, 2020

“Anti LBGT” EU politician caught with drugs escaping down a drainpipe and breaching lockdown at a gay orgy. Watch “Top European Parliament politician quits over lockdown-defying orgy” on YouTube

Bloody Hell! In his quest for manly love he’s managed to completely fuck himself up. Quite frankly, I don’t blame him for his unorthodox egress from this loving gathering. Indeed, if it were me, and I’m thrilled it’s not me, I personally don’t blame him for scurrying down a drainpipe.
Who can blame him? Frankly, it’s probably the best of all the separate decisions that he made in this sorry tale of making a series of crap decisions that began when he decided to illicitly enter this building in pursuit of sexual gratification.
No! Given the circumstances and all that, I do not blame him for choosing to leave via the drainpipe. Whatsmore, I’d go further and freely admit that had it been me, and it bloody wasn’t, I’d have chosen the drainpipe as well.
As regards his breach of the lockdown, which in this era of social madness clearly places him in the evil twat bracket, this transgression should be met with little or no sympathy from all of us out here who stick to the rules, obey and believe everything we’re told by our betters and are ready to patiently queue to be injected with God Only Knows What!
As an aside, to mitigate his lapse in personal responsibility,I’m reliably informed by a source who doesn’t exist that it’s clear that he was wearing a gimp mask throughout his many acts of love and this, and this alone should persuade the hierarchy to reinstate him immediately so that he can continue his good works in the European Parliament.

Bobby47

Nov 14, 2020

I Am Banned. 4-6 WEEKS of LOCKDOWN: ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!

As you well know old friend the term Lockdown, Don’t Do It and any other bloody thing that you can come up with that pretty much says, ‘You Cant’, doesn’t apply to me.
None of it. I do exactly as I please and nothing ‘they’ can say or do will make a blind bit of difference to how I conduct the life I have. In fact, other than locking the Ale House door that prevents me gathering with the lads, supping Ale, playing Three Card Brag and discussing which famous women we’d like to kiss if they’d consent to us kissing them, there’s nothing I can think of that has made me comply to their madness.
I completely ignore the arrows on the floor that instruct me on which way I should walk up the aisle in any shop, I don’t wear a mask, now will I ever wear their mask, I cough when I need to and when it’s sunny I’ll happily gaze up at the Sun and sneeze on myself and anyone else who might have plucked up the courage and venture into my ‘Bubble’. I do all this over and over again because I don’t care. I don’t care because it doesn’t matter whether or not I care because the outcome of whether I care or not has no impact upon the final logical conclusion to the madness that’s been served up to humanity. That is, we are all completely fucked and it seems as though there’s nothing anyone can do to avoid the final outcome which is, we are completely fucked up.
No! There’s nothing that they can do to stop me doing whatever I please to do. Other than by nature being a completely awkward twat and happily still equipped with a mind that God equipped me with to rationally think things through, I honestly can’t think of one single thing ‘they’ can do to me that’d stop me being an awkward twat.
And that’s it. That’s my rambling thought for the day. Irrational? Perhaps. But it beats anything else that might top Trump, pun intended, my reaction to all these apocalyptic messages of gloom, doom and death to all who refuse to do as they’re told.

Bobby47

Nov 12, 2020

A reminder of the Jack Nicklaus golf course, a failed Trojan Horse used by Wirral Labour Council – to despoil the countryside with luxury units

And not forgetting their other unmitigated disasters that resulted in huge financial losses to the people of the Wirral.
There was the jolly jaunt to the Orient that trumpetted the era of unique opportunity to amass great wealth from trade deals, the creation of a thousand jobs and open the door to things that were beyond the imagination of any optimistic, the glass is half full, bloody stupid poor sod who’s brain was addled and out of its mind tripping on hallucinations brought on by the consumption of handfuls of psilocybin mushrooms.
As I remember, just like their venture into Reno Nevada where they believed that Birkenhead could become the Golden Nugget Gambling Casino of the North West, all they ever really achieved was flogging a box of thirty Tea Towels lovingly created by Wirral Housewives Ltd and an album of photographs joyfully recording God Knows How Many delegates the Council dispatched to fly across The Pond and have the time of their lives at the public expense.
Bloody Councils! They’re all the same. Instead of cutting the grass, cleaning the bloody streets, emptying the bins,watering our hanging bloody baskets and filling in potholes you could secrete a dead cat in, they do what they do best. Fucking things up!
To be kind and fair to Wirral Borough Council, they’re hardly alone in wasting money, dreaming up mindless gimmicks of blue sky thinking and fucking it all up. Not so long back, only weeks before the bloody Ukraine Civil War, my bloody elected lot of incompetent bungling public service idiots cleared off toward an eastern border bloody area that was sure to piss the Russians off and negotiated the unique opportunity to build a factory on the soil of Blighty and build a huge bomb. Needless to say, once the hostilities kicked off the thousand promised jobs that would have been created building this dreadful bomb never materialised.
As for the Nicholson Golf Course, the thousand jobs and the millions of pounds that it would generate for the people of the Wirral who paid for the flights, the overnight stays, the Consultancy fees and God Knows what else, given that no fucker can now go out to get some bloody excercise because of a bloody virus that nobody really understands, it’s probably a blessing in disguise that this particular idea went belly bloody up!

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