so confident in their corruption, so comfortable, indeed – complacent – with their criminal conquest – that they can perform giant daylight robberies in the open & take a tea-break during the heist, in full-view, served by vassals from the Metrpolitan Police with a platter of narcotics & crack-cocaine-confectionery in biscuit tins baring the Union Jack.
It’s Priti Patel again. On errands for Rupert Murdoch & the British (crime) state. Patel, the criminally insane, algolagnic psycho with a multitude of mind disorders. What unimaginable, moral low-point, criminal fantasia is Prick Patel scraping from the bowels of hell now?
Thank fuck the bastard is dead at last! Not that it will stave the talons of control & manipulation, as his equally hardline Israeli-born wife Dr. Mariam Adelson will continue administering the poison through the well established channels that spurt unabated & uncontested into the heart of the US body politic.
QAnon, which was probably neuro-vomited by a drugged-out Roger Stone in the basement of some illicit gay-bar, scrawled on the back of a douche-pouch in bodily secretions during the early hours of the morning.