…where everyone dies.
The Tiny Blur has been the Peace Envoy to the Middle East since 2007. In that time, there has hardly been a day of peace in the region. In fact it is fair to say there has been continuous war there since even before he handed over the destruction of the UK to the Brown Gorgon.
He marched into Iraq with Bushy George – well, no, he didn’t. He let other people do the marching while he stayed safe at home. Politicians talk about things, they never actually do the things they talk about. If they ever had to do what they talk about they’d never speak again. Hm. Can we make that constitutional?
And now the entire region is in flames, under the Peace Envoy who is making a hell of a lot of money out of war.
In my job, getting sacked would involve a lot less than setting fire to half a damn continent. I suspect almost everyone could say the same. So is the Tiny Blur now fired?
Of course not. He is utterly crap at his job so the solution is…
To what, I wonder? The Incredible Shirking Man? The Ultimate Spacewaste? Useless-Fucker-in-Chief? Executive Money-Grabbing Git? Skidmark on the Underpants of Humanity? The One That Just Won’t Flush? So many options present themselves.
Or we could just call him the First Horseman of the Apocalypse. He’s earned all those wonderful accolades and much, much more. And he married the daughter of Alf Garnett’s ‘scouse git’, which will probably be why we don’t see anything but blandness in our lives any more. It’s not just him. Don’t forget Slotgob’s influence.
He has made a lot of money out of being an absolute arse. He still is and does. The man has no conscience and no morals at all. Well, I say ‘man’ but if Icke was right about any of them, he was surely right about this one. This is a reptile for sure.
You know, there are still many people who think he was a great Prime Monster. Really. He was an absolute disaster as our collective representative and he set out to destroy the very people who voted for him. Yet they would vote for him again if they could. Even now, they line up to support Moribund, the Melted Man, even though he is as useful as a chocolate fireplace.
How can anyone put money above human life? Money isn’t even real. Surely someone in thre Tiny Blur’s position knows that? The only answer must be that he just doesn’t care…
Money doesn’t even exist. Bits of paper or numbers on a computer screen. Nothing of value to back it up.
No, what the Blur types want is control. They want to Feel Important. They want you to work for non-existent money and give it to them so they can tell you how to live. Then they can take the real stuff you made.
We keep thiking it’s about money. It’s not about money. It’s entirely about control. Tiny Blur is a prime example. He has done nothing useful, made nothing in his life. He wants you to do it for him but under his control.
Money? It’s a means of control.
Money is a religion. And millions are dyng in its name.