Press mafia

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.

wow! Damn! Give me strength. I have decided to exercise composure during the construction of this article, as I am beyond fuming at the sheer insanity of this corruption inferno.

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?

The Carnival is over!

the wrong people for the wrong reasons for the wrong guy.

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.

Stop the steal? But who stole the 2016 election?

the proof is in the profligacy.

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.