Blame the rich blame the Entrepreneurs and Elites
all you want is votes
Play the masses against each other and plant distrusts
all you want is their votes
Keep them down to make them victims
all you want is their votes
Discourage Aspirations and make them stupid
all you want is their votes
Lie to them with lurid tales fool and blindside them
all you want is their votes
Create doubts instability and divisions amongst the rank
all you want is their votes
Intimidate bully smear and discredit those that tell the truths
all you want is their votes
Hide all your biases and privileges and accuse others of
privileges and biases
Get power, make token gestures, lame others, leave office
and your loot awaits
Severance pay, Resettlement Grants, Golden Pensions
book Tours, Corporate Advisory positions, Speeches and
Lecturing Tours, Consultancies and free Membership of Golf clubs
and around two hundred quid a day for attendance at the House
of Lords
Of course you are not a superficial black man
You are a superficial white man and a superficial labour man
of the superficial working classes serving superficially





IT was a good speech from Sir Keir Starmer at the Labour conference.

OK, there weren’t many jokes. But that’s because he’s not generally a barrel of laughs, is he?

There was, for once, a bit of passion in his delivery.

But then, off stage, we had the antics of the odious Rupa Huq.

The Labour MP described the Chancellor Kwasi Kwarteng as being “superficially” black.

What Huq meant was that you can only be properly black if you sign up to Rupa’s victim charter.

If you’re successful and black and don’t believe left-wing gibberish you’re not really black at all.

Huq has rightly been suspended by the party and has apologised.

But it’s a reminder that while Starmer has done a fine job of making his party electable, it is still full to the brim with racists like Rupa Huq.

Hahaha hahaha
they keep them down to stay up
oh common salts oh labourers
oh you you you and you
just do as we tell you
you are the pawns
you are cannon fodders

we will magic you all
create divisions and distractions
we will grace you with delusions and illusions
we will feed you lies
distortion amid misinformation
make you fight yourselves
as we line our pockets

hahahaha look at that one
he is greedy so go get him
he is taking your birthright
so call the nihilists and make his life hell
go show people power and red democracy
so do as we tell you because we own you
you have no will of your own

we are the leaders
and we cream from the top
the salts will never learn so let them
heckle and bay from the shop floor
lets keep on fooling and brainwashing them
they are too stupid and easy to manipulate
we just make them look the wrong way
as we fill our boots
yes comrades go fight one small black man
its your revolution salts
hahaha






LOSING THE PLOT Sir Keir Starmer hid secret land ownership from Commons chiefs for eight years

SIR Keir Starmer hid a secret land ownership worth tens of thousands of pounds from Commons chiefs for eight years.

The Labour leader was finally forced to admit he was the true owner of a seven-acre field in Oxted, Surrey, during a probe by the Commons Standards Commissioner.

Sir Keir has now had to apologise for not revealing the plot — purchased for his poorly mum to graze donkeys — was held in his name.

Sir Keir acquired the land in 1996 when he was a well-heeled lawyer, and claimed he had “gifted” it to his late parents.

But his name was on the title deeds — and he is now in the process of flogging it.

Last night a Labour Party spokesman said: “Keir was unaware the field’s value had increased above the declarable limit.

We will **** him up
We will bug him non-stop
mess up his head and alter his personality
We will terrorize his mind and **** it
He won't know who he is
He will only exist, not live
( as if that's not a classic oxymoron )
He is banned from ever making a meaningful relationship
Anything he says will be used against him
He will never trust anybody again
By the time we finish with him, he would wish he was dead

Hey! hey, what did he do?

We, the Red Left Wing, Nihilisism Faction and in colaboration with Local Criminal Gangs solemnly declare above proclaimations in
solidarity with the MaCarffety Criminal family, who as underdogs
exercise their Human Rights to break into their next door neighbour's flat and burgle them.

Hey! hey, what did he do

This neighbour were two decent hardworking, Law-abiding couple, with double income, a good car and a prosperous future ahead, so why should they complain when the Macarfetty Criminal Family burgled them. Though the MaCarfetty are a dysfunctional drunken Layabout bad'uns, they are the underdogs and thus deserve our solidarity and the couple burgled deserved to be ruined and sent back to Square One.

Hey! hey, what did he do

THUS THE PROCLAIMATIONS ABOVE IS HELD AND EFFECTED.....So be it, we look after our own...Innit..!!

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Those of you with a sense of humoir may enjoy the article below by Jeremy Clarkson, published recently ....

WHEN the Labour Party was formed at the beginning of the 20th century, its main aim was to turn Britain into a proto-Marxist state.
But among all the communistical twaddle, there was always a noble goal. It wanted to look after the little guy.
The miner who spent 27 hours a day at the coal face. And the factory worker who spent all week not quite making Austin Allegros.
The trouble is that today there are no pits, and robots do most of the heavy lifting in the car plants.
So the Labour Party has switched its focus to a new type of little guy.
The oppressed minorities. It doesn’t matter how mad these minorities might be, Sir Starmer’s merry band of weird beards is always ready to give them a hug and a cup of ginger-infused nuclear-free peace tea.
Transgenderists. Vegetablists. People from the far end of the LGBTQIAP+ acronym.
The Just Stop Oil mob and their mates in Extinction Rebellion.
All these people are the new miners
And this is what frightens me about the inevitability of a Labour victory in the next general election.
Sir Starmer may stand there under his Playmobil hair, pretending to be sensible, but behind him there’s an army of Corbyn enthusiasts who don’t really care about the economy, or law and order, or immigration.
Those are middle-class issues, mainstream issues, so they don’t matter.
What does matter in the socialist heartland — the sixth-form common room — is the little guy.
So, there will be new laws to ensure that if you so much as look at a ginger in a funny way, or you express displeasure at some herbert who’s glued himself to the road, or you employ a man, you will be charged with a hate crime.
It’s already hard enough for older people to keep up with the changes.
I had 60 years of knowing for sure that women didn’t have penises.
And then, in the past three, I’ve been told that actually, some of them do.
And I must accept that or else. And there’s more.
All of the jokes we laughed at in the Seventies will become illegal.
All the things we said to our friends. All of the TV shows we watched. All the chants we sang at football matches. Every WhatsApp we’ve ever shared. We must forget them all and accept that everything we’ve ever thought or learned or said or done is now offensive and wrong. That’s going to be hard. Let me put it this way.
If you took a kind-hearted lefty from an uber-woke town like Brighton and made them live in Tehran, they may try to fit in.
But at some point they’re going to accidentally do something they didn’t even realise was a crime. And they’ll wind up with no head.