So he's blind because he's not wearing his reading glasses
and misheard instructions
and without glasses  he read the charts
he had mentioned his left eye was aching and felt heavy
an it hurt to see through it that evening
I suppose that makes him blind
everything is a write-off
after all he is a horse, a wild mustang
isn't he
and he couldn't read the chart because he's uneducated

The latest craze has lasted from the mid eighties
now alas, they have gone totally ga ga
when you are shallow
its nothing to do with poker face
its sour candy craving the edge of glory
but they are born this way to be mere government hookers
a million reasons is not enough
so always remember us this way
and dance in your perfect illusion and like paparazzi
come rain on me
a star is born and don't do stupid love
call out the fame monster
I am
The Top Gun Maverick
and you've all gone Ga Ga in chiromatica
I am the regal black in your black obsession

Please please please do not stop them
they are the privilege people of Ivy and Ivory
they have been enjoying their privileges
from Cain to today

They have the privilege to maraud
to **** loot plunder and spill blood anywhere
privilege to tear apart regions and nations
in all parts of earth

They have the privilege to steal
take four hundred million people and work them
privilege to make laws and break laws
to twist and turn as they like

Please please please understand
they have the privilege to terrorise and intimidate
to bully harass slander erase and discredit
for narcissism and sadism is a right

Please please please do not stop them
for without their privileges we will see they are ghosts
empty and devoid of spirit minds hearts and soul
with regressive genes that craves blood
and they will self-destruct

without their privileges they will see themselves
as they really are and their deep pockets full of shame
and they will see all they have comes from others
and they are vacant entities with no graces
but a desire to destroy in their
profound nothingness

Hurray, hurray haha ha
he escaped...!
He jumped high over the **** red wall
imprinted with our values of education hardwork and aspiration
He jumped so high over the **** red wall
leaving the Loonies and Militants and the Pointy hats
quacking in their boover boots and roasting in hate dilly dally
He didn't go to live amongst them thinking I am like them
no siree! if you lay with dogs you get fleas
He didn't live next door to ****** alcoholic house burglar
with a narcissistic demented wife and wanton under aged
pregnant daughters, milking Welfare
Krishna forbid, water and oil do not mix
He did not go pick a wife amongst them thinking he could
make a silk purse out of a sow's ear
and real love conquers all
No siree! you will end up being dragged down and be misunderstood
maligned, betrayed and abandoned
A tiger does not change spots, my dear fellow
Stick to your type that's bred with honour, grace and composure
knows all about loyalty commitment, responsibility, aspiration
and social status...remember mothers are invariably always right
and fruits do not fall far from their trees!
He was smart, from the get-go
there before you are the results
The Red wall is made by malcontents and raving loonies
you can kick it aside like withered bramble
or jump so high over it no matter how high it is
you just have to make the right smart choices
and if you have to join a party, pick the one that reflects you
I picked the working people party cause I was a worker
and was raised that hard work pays dividends
I thought meritocracy meant I had to be down with the
masses and just work hard, be fair, kind, considerate and law-abiding, and things will be okay
I was wrong...in hard labour the red wall was waiting......


https://youtu.be/SQTTvehFi5w

I seek no salvation
they have taken their pint of blood
and the  legs and arms they craved
its vengeance they say
a war on greed
because a bare-faced thieve says so
so a decent law-abiding family is torn apart
a productive career ruined
an unstained reputation destroyed
they say its revolution
they say its democracy
this is Red politics reigning at its best
the politics of lies, smears, intimidation and harassments
of wrongs being right and right being wrong
the politics of injustice, of ***** con tricks, of nihilism
of racism dressed up in tuxedo black ties and evening gowns
Please feel proud
this is People Power red style
Yes! 'You can fool some of the people all of the time,
and all of the people some of the time,
but you can not fool all of the people all of the time...







LABOUR under Jeremy Corbyn was riven by civil war and treated anti-Semitism as a ‘factional weapon’, a damning review says.

Racism and sexism were rife and the party was in such a state the UK had no effective opposition.

The two main factions diverted campaign cash from, and briefed against, one another.

Barrister Martin Forde arrived at the conclusions after he was brought in to probe the leak of an anti-Semitism dossier.

He found a “wealth of evidence” of a “perceived widespread ­existence of discriminatory behaviours, based on religion, race, gender and ****** orientation”.

He said “deep-rooted factionalism” rendered Labour unable to ­participate constructively in the UK’s democratic process.

He said both wings seized on anti-Semitism allegations to attack the other rather than confront the “profoundly serious issue”.

Some Corbyn opponents saw it as a way to attack him, the report said, and moderates loathed him so much they diverted campaign resources in 2017 to help anti-Corbyn MPs keep their seats.

A Labour Party spokeswoman said: “The Forde Report details a party that was out of control.

When the core is formidable and centred
and radiates in positive glow
what fears the livened spirit in tempest foul
or the ravages of  sop barbarians
whilst the weak and dense posture inanely
seeking recourse in peacocks swirls
smearing and mudslinging in fore resorts
of cowards and belly crawlers
As David we stand head and shoulders above
tis not of vacuous brawn
but the princely orator who voiced the words
and vividly stride the strides
we are worthy of who we are in light or dark
my name maketh me not
manner maketh man and I maketh my name
I am my centre that holds
and will till ever know who and what I am
in rancour and frothing bile
in heated envy and jealousy
in demeaning soiled pettiness
in jaw clenching perturbance
in immature cantankerous haze
in the blinding fury of simpletons
in the galling acidic stupors of fools
you you and you know who and what I am...too

How quaint the sour words of malice
to the Lilithian spawns
how cloying  the lime of the serpents
on blanched furry tongues
how infectious the bile of spiteful sirens
in fermented malaise
its the forum of the lily living carcasses
of the disfigured cravens
where in twisted verbosity heinous lies
are born to recoil diseased
and reinvest in bleeding red curse the linages
that cry and gnash in darkness
how fitting the penance of wickedness bears
the poisoned berries and fruits
that will ominously grace the banquets awaiting
to welcome your sold futures