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Monday, May 21, 2012
Breaking News : Olympic Terror Causes HIgh So Evacuation of London 2012
Breaking News : Olympic Terror Causes HIgh So Evacuation of London 2012
international | crime and justice | news report 
Monday May 21, 2012 09:00
by BrianClarkeNUJ - AllVoices 
British Reneging on "Fear Process" in Ireland
It has been revealed that dummy runs by para-bombers at London 2012, have been successful in attempts to smuggle explosive devices and bombs into the Olympic site in Stratford the centrepiece Olympic stadium, velodrome and swimming pool.
It has been revealed that dummy runs by para-bombers at London 2012, have been successful in attempts to smuggle explosive devices and bombs into the Olympic site in Stratford the centrepiece Olympic stadium, velodrome and swimming pool. This underlines growing concerns over a dirty bomb that may wipe out millions of Londoners security at the Olympic games. The security level of threat at the Olympic in London is so high, that all of the Army’s explosive search dogs. including those in Afghanistan are being recalled to try boost totally inadequate security back in London.
One security expert off the record, said: “The issue of explosive search dogs is crucial, they are the tools that will find the bombs, but we don’t have enough of them. We only have around 30 and they can only work for 30 to 40 minutes before they get distracted or bored. From what I understand there will soon be virtually none left in Afghanistan they will all be here.”
The British army and non-specific armed force personnel working long shifts will be used to search members of the public entering the Olympic in a very intimate way in some instances including the anus and all body orifices. There are simply not enough people recruited to assist private security outfits because of the high threat level and the unhygienic nature of the work.
Many wealthier Londoners and High Society are giving London 2012 Olympics a miss and are moving to their holiday homes in places like Phuket, which they normally use during the British winters, because of the severe threat level. Indeed many of Boris Jonson's friends have already moved with much chatter below the radar of an impending apocalypse.
Aside from the mass produced underwear bombs being manufactured in Yemen for London 2012 by Al Qaida the main concern is a dirty bomb which aside from being possibly nuclear will quite likely be contain the Avian flu. British police may shoot members of the public to maintain order in the event of a "dirty bomb." British police have already tested successfully with shoot to kill experiments carried out on the public in British Occupied Ireland where the ensuing "Fear Process" gas created a lull in the fighting.
A recent Police Federation conference another of which is currently happening in Britain was told that there so few personnel trained to deal with an Olympic chemical, biological, nuclear or radiological attack on London 2012 that they would have to resort to "very unsavoury but necessary" population control for the games.
Sources within the organisation said it was evident that police could have to resort to firearms to stop contamination being spread by fleeing victims at events Like the Olympics in London 2012. The government has been negligent in explaining to Londoner how important it would be to keep the public cordoned off after such an atrocity at the Olympics," a spokesperson said.
"This is not about creating mass hysteria,this is about the opposite. The public has a right to know.The natural reaction from the public caught up in such an incident will be to get as far away from the scene as possible. This could, of course, only extend the problem." the spokesperson continued, adding, "We will be the ones who would have to carry out that containment and we would be the ones held responsible for our actions - whatever those may be."
Asked about officers firing on civilians, the reply was: "It’s an option the government is going to have to consider. We haven’t got enough cops trained to deal with full-scale containment and it’s putting everyone at risk." However the British Home Office continues to deny that police would have powers to shoot the public at the Olympics to cordon the Olympics of a chemical, biological, nuclear or radiological strike attack.
"Police have the right to detain people if they present a risk to the public, there are no circumstances in which police could operate some kind of shoot to kill policy under the law." However sources close to the London Lord Mayor reveal that Boris fears, that anymore revelations will create panic so he is keeping a traditional stiff upper lip for the 2012 Olympics.
A further source of concern which are fueling the concerns is that the British Viceroy in Occupied Ireland Owen Paterson revoked the licences of several Irish political prisoners who were released under the terms of the Irish peace process. In one instance, Irish republican Marian Price has now been interned in solitary confinement without trial for over a year.
The decision was surrounded in controversy being particularly striking in that on the same day a Judge released her on bail in May 2011, Paterson ordered her returned her to prison. There are other due process issues in relation to the case and many others, not least the fact she was given a pardon under the Royal Prerogative of Mercy.
The NIO claims this document only related to Marian Price’s fixed term and not life sentence for which a licence applied. Her family contest that the pardon related to both, and hence believe that the NIO had no licence to revoke, all of the ingredients of the British reneging on the "Fear Process," in Ireland that resulted many previous bombings of London.
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One security expert off the record, said: “The issue of explosive search dogs is crucial, they are the tools that will find the bombs, but we don’t have enough of them. We only have around 30 and they can only work for 30 to 40 minutes before they get distracted or bored. From what I understand there will soon be virtually none left in Afghanistan they will all be here.”
The British army and non-specific armed force personnel working long shifts will be used to search members of the public entering the Olympic in a very intimate way in some instances including the anus and all body orifices. There are simply not enough people recruited to assist private security outfits because of the high threat level and the unhygienic nature of the work.
Many wealthier Londoners and High Society are giving London 2012 Olympics a miss and are moving to their holiday homes in places like Phuket, which they normally use during the British winters, because of the severe threat level. Indeed many of Boris Jonson's friends have already moved with much chatter below the radar of an impending apocalypse.
Aside from the mass produced underwear bombs being manufactured in Yemen for London 2012 by Al Qaida the main concern is a dirty bomb which aside from being possibly nuclear will quite likely be contain the Avian flu. British police may shoot members of the public to maintain order in the event of a "dirty bomb." British police have already tested successfully with shoot to kill experiments carried out on the public in British Occupied Ireland where the ensuing "Fear Process" gas created a lull in the fighting.
A recent Police Federation conference another of which is currently happening in Britain was told that there so few personnel trained to deal with an Olympic chemical, biological, nuclear or radiological attack on London 2012 that they would have to resort to "very unsavoury but necessary" population control for the games.
Sources within the organisation said it was evident that police could have to resort to firearms to stop contamination being spread by fleeing victims at events Like the Olympics in London 2012. The government has been negligent in explaining to Londoner how important it would be to keep the public cordoned off after such an atrocity at the Olympics," a spokesperson said.
"This is not about creating mass hysteria,this is about the opposite. The public has a right to know.The natural reaction from the public caught up in such an incident will be to get as far away from the scene as possible. This could, of course, only extend the problem." the spokesperson continued, adding, "We will be the ones who would have to carry out that containment and we would be the ones held responsible for our actions - whatever those may be."
Asked about officers firing on civilians, the reply was: "It’s an option the government is going to have to consider. We haven’t got enough cops trained to deal with full-scale containment and it’s putting everyone at risk." However the British Home Office continues to deny that police would have powers to shoot the public at the Olympics to cordon the Olympics of a chemical, biological, nuclear or radiological strike attack.
"Police have the right to detain people if they present a risk to the public, there are no circumstances in which police could operate some kind of shoot to kill policy under the law." However sources close to the London Lord Mayor reveal that Boris fears, that anymore revelations will create panic so he is keeping a traditional stiff upper lip for the 2012 Olympics.
A further source of concern which are fueling the concerns is that the British Viceroy in Occupied Ireland Owen Paterson revoked the licences of several Irish political prisoners who were released under the terms of the Irish peace process. In one instance, Irish republican Marian Price has now been interned in solitary confinement without trial for over a year.
The decision was surrounded in controversy being particularly striking in that on the same day a Judge released her on bail in May 2011, Paterson ordered her returned her to prison. There are other due process issues in relation to the case and many others, not least the fact she was given a pardon under the Royal Prerogative of Mercy.
The NIO claims this document only related to Marian Price’s fixed term and not life sentence for which a licence applied. Her family contest that the pardon related to both, and hence believe that the NIO had no licence to revoke, all of the ingredients of the British reneging on the "Fear Process," in Ireland that resulted many previous bombings of London.
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Thursday, May 17, 2012
London Olympics : Protesting Galway Whooker to Ram it Up the Thames
London Olympics : Protesting Galway Whooker to Ram it Up the Thames
international | rights and freedoms | opinion/analysis Thursday May 17, 2012 10:14 by BrianClarkeNUJ - AllVoices
Useta Luv Her
I was over on Richards’s boat for the first time last night. He had a some people for dinner who are not my sort, stockbrokers, bankers with their ugly loud mouthed wives. Right enough they know a few good tax fiddles but essentially they are boring bastards. I look at their wives and no wonder I want a different one every day just like I can't imagine having to drive a bus everyday again through rush hour?
I was over on Richards’s boat for the first time last night. He had a some people for dinner who are not my sort, stockbrokers, bankers with their ugly loud mouthed wives. Right enough they know a few good tax fiddles but essentially they are boring bastards. I look at their wives and no wonder I want a different one every day just like I can't imagine having to drive a bus everyday again through rush hour? Feck that for a for a game of soldiers. I can’t even think about that sort of work without a shiver going down my spine. Imagine being a poor barsteward stuck in some factory or mucking around a building site in wellies? Not sure I would last long in an office either. I'm amazed more people don’t go to lunch and never come back. How do they all keep getting up in the morning or even stay in bed with them same wives? Must be hungry feckers to get them rambling into their bathrooms, to look at their soulless selves in the mirror every morning. So today's the day, as Richard's world bank officials wing their way to Washington to catch up on the latest tax fiddle.
Today I've decided to have all the sails hoisted with full of wind. I could feel that way myself as we cut loose from the stale hangover of last night's decadent dinner. I got an opportunity to drop the bombshell to Richard, about his proposed protest visit up the Thames to London for the Olympics. Besides right now I feel like I could happily sail off into another dimension. Maybe discover a whole new world on the way to London, devoid of all these selfish wankers in the extreme. Perhaps I’d soon be lonely I suppose but it beats hangin around growing stale and vegetating. On the way to London, we'll keep sailing around all these Indonesian islands and see what comes to mind along the way.
People regularly ask me about a sailing destination. Have you any idea where you are going Bernie, I'm asked? WelI i give them an auld grin but to tell the truth I haven’t a feckin clue and frankly I know feck all about navigation either. Sextant no, sex yes!. All the fiddly stuff I leave to Olive. She gives me a compass head and I steer. She has an instinct, some people always seem to know exactly where they are. The Indonesians got around, hopping from Island to island, within sight of land almost all the time. Bloody amazing how they found their way across the Pacific on a few shells and twigs.Personally, I don’t know where I am most of the time. Wind, water, tide-tables, dates, headings, wind speed, haven't a clue and neither do I give a toss. A day at a time each one's a bonus. So the sail fills, the mast bends, I send Richard below deck while Olive and I fly across the ocean. One hand on the helm Olive in her harness tethered short enough to a jackstay, to prevent her falling overboard, while I rip her rigging off, oil her sterngland and ram it up her forecastle. Jaysus, it feels good with the wind and spray on our face and her arse drippin sea-water.
Later Richard and I were chattin about the sixties in London, John Lennon, the Beatles, the Rollingstones, the Who and we wonder how the world has morphed back into squares somehow. Everyone was either scooting off to the South coast or giving peace a chance with John. We both always loved watching sailboats and the freedom of the ocean, so I suppose that's why we both ended up with boats and why this boy kept busy chasing different tail every day. Feckin paradise, nothing to do but watch the sail billow and give the ould rudder a nudge every now and then. Gives me a chance to think about Olive's arse again. It’s not just about sex though, there's somethin spiritual about the whole thing. I leave Richard in charge and I head for a berth below to a sleep, listening to the sound of reggae music drift across the water.
Hallo says I, nice mornin for something. She smiles a lovely Philipinne smile and I want to phuk her again but she just stands there looking at the boat or more specifically the mainsail weighing about 150 pounds, more wet. "Think you could get it up there," she says pointing up the mainmast. "Sure, I say, why?" "I need a trimmer," she says. "Ach put the kettle on, I'm famished I say." "Morning Richard," as I meet him. "I don' want to go to London." he says, " I don’t think I like England anymore. Not even for a visit." Shut up Richard we discussed it alreadyor would you prefer discuss it with your wife ?" "Please No ! please I beg you, she will take me for everything, a bar girl everyday for the rest of my life is cheaper than that. " he said. "Get on with it, Olive and I are going down below for some breakfast." Well I must be honest. I’m really thinking, I’d bloody well like to ride Olive again. Get her tiny little white skirt off and go for a bit of muff-diving. She has gorgeous legs and I know I definitely won’t feel right till I have her again. Can’t keep my eyes off her thighs, as she wriggles her way into the cabin and onto the bunk.
"Funny people the English," I say to Richard later, "always talk like they can win everything, be it the London Olympics or the upcoming European football tournament. Always ignoring fantastic talent from other countries and teams, then they are so, so disappointed when they lose. Football is just a game but the English are brain washed, like as in Bill Shankly who said, "Football is not a matter of life or death, it's much more important than life or death." It seems to be like that when it comes to British Occupied Ireland too. I mean we are just after 40 years of deadly troubles, had a peace agreement and they go along and break i,t to intern without trial an Irish prisoner right's activist called Marian Price and torture her in solitary confinement. Its not not just the Olympics or the European Football finals, ;like I said yesterday its not bloody cricket, old boy !
More accurately we have an un-elected, demented English barsteward in Ireland perverting the course of justice, ripping up Queens pardons or loosing them to start another 40 years of war in Ireland. Wind your neck in you double eyed barsteward, leave the Irish women and men play their grown up games in their own country, stop interfering in other people's business and get back to yer wanking! Until you do, this Galway Whooker is sailing up your London Olympics, up your Thames, up your's mate! You see Ghengis, my voodoo helps. I have a bag of old bones scavenged from graveyards all over the UK. Whenever things get a bit too much or I am annoyed, I ride on the Galway Whooker by moonlight and cast them. Seems to work everytime, it worked with Brian Faulkner. The Brits have been after them for years but they can sod off. I’ve told them, they can have the bones back but only when we have Marian, our political prisoners and our country back. Beware of Shankley's ghost England to lose on penalties? Blame the ref is it or blame epic literature? Life's a voyage, we're all adrift on the ocean of life, some more than others. Sometimes we sail calmly, sometimes buffeted by storms from nowhere. We are now sailing into uncharted waters, as we approach London Olympics 2012.
Today I've decided to have all the sails hoisted with full of wind. I could feel that way myself as we cut loose from the stale hangover of last night's decadent dinner. I got an opportunity to drop the bombshell to Richard, about his proposed protest visit up the Thames to London for the Olympics. Besides right now I feel like I could happily sail off into another dimension. Maybe discover a whole new world on the way to London, devoid of all these selfish wankers in the extreme. Perhaps I’d soon be lonely I suppose but it beats hangin around growing stale and vegetating. On the way to London, we'll keep sailing around all these Indonesian islands and see what comes to mind along the way.
People regularly ask me about a sailing destination. Have you any idea where you are going Bernie, I'm asked? WelI i give them an auld grin but to tell the truth I haven’t a feckin clue and frankly I know feck all about navigation either. Sextant no, sex yes!. All the fiddly stuff I leave to Olive. She gives me a compass head and I steer. She has an instinct, some people always seem to know exactly where they are. The Indonesians got around, hopping from Island to island, within sight of land almost all the time. Bloody amazing how they found their way across the Pacific on a few shells and twigs.Personally, I don’t know where I am most of the time. Wind, water, tide-tables, dates, headings, wind speed, haven't a clue and neither do I give a toss. A day at a time each one's a bonus. So the sail fills, the mast bends, I send Richard below deck while Olive and I fly across the ocean. One hand on the helm Olive in her harness tethered short enough to a jackstay, to prevent her falling overboard, while I rip her rigging off, oil her sterngland and ram it up her forecastle. Jaysus, it feels good with the wind and spray on our face and her arse drippin sea-water.
Later Richard and I were chattin about the sixties in London, John Lennon, the Beatles, the Rollingstones, the Who and we wonder how the world has morphed back into squares somehow. Everyone was either scooting off to the South coast or giving peace a chance with John. We both always loved watching sailboats and the freedom of the ocean, so I suppose that's why we both ended up with boats and why this boy kept busy chasing different tail every day. Feckin paradise, nothing to do but watch the sail billow and give the ould rudder a nudge every now and then. Gives me a chance to think about Olive's arse again. It’s not just about sex though, there's somethin spiritual about the whole thing. I leave Richard in charge and I head for a berth below to a sleep, listening to the sound of reggae music drift across the water.
Hallo says I, nice mornin for something. She smiles a lovely Philipinne smile and I want to phuk her again but she just stands there looking at the boat or more specifically the mainsail weighing about 150 pounds, more wet. "Think you could get it up there," she says pointing up the mainmast. "Sure, I say, why?" "I need a trimmer," she says. "Ach put the kettle on, I'm famished I say." "Morning Richard," as I meet him. "I don' want to go to London." he says, " I don’t think I like England anymore. Not even for a visit." Shut up Richard we discussed it alreadyor would you prefer discuss it with your wife ?" "Please No ! please I beg you, she will take me for everything, a bar girl everyday for the rest of my life is cheaper than that. " he said. "Get on with it, Olive and I are going down below for some breakfast." Well I must be honest. I’m really thinking, I’d bloody well like to ride Olive again. Get her tiny little white skirt off and go for a bit of muff-diving. She has gorgeous legs and I know I definitely won’t feel right till I have her again. Can’t keep my eyes off her thighs, as she wriggles her way into the cabin and onto the bunk.
"Funny people the English," I say to Richard later, "always talk like they can win everything, be it the London Olympics or the upcoming European football tournament. Always ignoring fantastic talent from other countries and teams, then they are so, so disappointed when they lose. Football is just a game but the English are brain washed, like as in Bill Shankly who said, "Football is not a matter of life or death, it's much more important than life or death." It seems to be like that when it comes to British Occupied Ireland too. I mean we are just after 40 years of deadly troubles, had a peace agreement and they go along and break i,t to intern without trial an Irish prisoner right's activist called Marian Price and torture her in solitary confinement. Its not not just the Olympics or the European Football finals, ;like I said yesterday its not bloody cricket, old boy !
More accurately we have an un-elected, demented English barsteward in Ireland perverting the course of justice, ripping up Queens pardons or loosing them to start another 40 years of war in Ireland. Wind your neck in you double eyed barsteward, leave the Irish women and men play their grown up games in their own country, stop interfering in other people's business and get back to yer wanking! Until you do, this Galway Whooker is sailing up your London Olympics, up your Thames, up your's mate! You see Ghengis, my voodoo helps. I have a bag of old bones scavenged from graveyards all over the UK. Whenever things get a bit too much or I am annoyed, I ride on the Galway Whooker by moonlight and cast them. Seems to work everytime, it worked with Brian Faulkner. The Brits have been after them for years but they can sod off. I’ve told them, they can have the bones back but only when we have Marian, our political prisoners and our country back. Beware of Shankley's ghost England to lose on penalties? Blame the ref is it or blame epic literature? Life's a voyage, we're all adrift on the ocean of life, some more than others. Sometimes we sail calmly, sometimes buffeted by storms from nowhere. We are now sailing into uncharted waters, as we approach London Olympics 2012.
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Wednesday, May 16, 2012
BREAKING NEWS: London Olympics Security Penetrated by Galway Whooker
BREAKING NEWS: London Olympics Security Penetrated by Galway Whooker
international | rights and freedoms | other press Wednesday May 16, 2012 13:38 by BrianClarkeNUJ - AllVoices
Disgrace O'Malley
So I'm kind of just thinking out loud and I’ll just write the stuff here. If you don’t feckin like what you're reading, you can just piss off! So I'm sittin here on a tropical island in the south China sea, with more pussy than you can shake your stick at! Now I've been thinking lately about the swinging Londoners. So Swinging Dickhead, I hear you say, were you in Carnaby Street recently? No I wasn't my English friend, as you know I'm Irish, its years ago but what with the Olympics there currently, with an Irish girl interned without trial and tortured, its just not bloody cricket breaking the peace agreement, we have to do something for the poor woman.
So I'm kind of just thinking out loud and I’ll just write the stuff here. If you don’t feckin like what you're reading, you can just piss off! So I'm sittin here on a tropical island in the south China sea, with more pussy than you can shake your stick at! Now I've been thinking lately about the swinging Londoners. So Swinging Dickhead, I hear you say, were you in Carnaby Street recently? No I wasn't my English friend, as you know I'm Irish, its years ago but what with the Olympics there currently, with an Irish girl interned without trial and tortured, its just not bloody cricket breaking the peace agreement, we have to do something for the poor woman.
So with Meme and Pui giggling below deck in my Galway Whooker in the South China Sea, I get an idea. I call Richard my English friend to ask him over. After he arrives, I say to the girls to come out. Come on and say hallo to Richard I shout. Out they come topless with bikini pants and I give the ould English pucker a wave towards them. “Frightfully charming ,” says he. “Delightfully cute.” Blinking his eyes he can’t believe his good fortune. “I’ll leave you at it then Richard,” I tell him, “There's a few berths below to choose from and you can lock the cabin door from inside. “That's jolly decent of you Bernie he say, how can I thank you.” he whispers. “I detest broaching the subject of renumeration but we'll chat again.” Nudge, nudge, wink, wink and he was gone for his oats, quicker than a flash. He didn’t give me a chance to tell him about the mini-cams but ignorance is bliss and what he doesn’t know, won’t bother him for now, let him enjoy himself.
Now I have to digress for a minute to explain how all this came to be. You see there is a right auld unelected bollocks, running Occupied Ireland at the minute, who as some of you might already know has been perverting the course of justice there. Loosing or shredding a Queen's pardon, interning a highly respected Irish woman without trial along with several other political, prisoners of conscience. He's also been torturing her, along with administering considerable cruelty to animals. He fancies himself as bit of a sadistic, Ghengis Khan and he needs sortin.They have a posh, big house in the country in Shropshire I believe, with dogs and horses and all that. I could tell you more but for now, there is this bar-girl sitting on my face.
Right where was I, oh yes, I was on about a bunch of septics riding around somewhere in the South China Sea, having a good time and all that. They aren’t nasty or anything but as some of you will already know, perfdious Albion has some crafty bastards and you couldn’t put anything past them, as my instincts told me a long time ago with my dear friend Richard. Beisdes it wouldn't be wise to go rushing up the Thames with him riding a Galway Whooker protesting torture and internment without trial in British Occupied Ireland, better he go up on his own.
Which brings me back to the first time I met Richard or perhaps I should say his wife. I always enjoyed watching Indonesian women washing clothes, not that I want to piss off any other yachties in marinas of the South China Sea but its a chance to meet my neighbours. So there I was sunning myself on deck, with the women scrubbing away, when an ould english old bag from the next boat, stuck up her blue rinsed head and was waffling on like “Excuse me Paddy but you must realize all this waste, finds it’s way back to our beautiful ecosystem!” “Well yes says I, but you have pissed since you came to this part of the world, have you ?” “Humph, that’s hardly the point, my urine is not the same as your PCBs!.” “Ach, says I that’s why we use organic soap, made with olive oil and a bit of Essex salt mixed in, to help get rid of my underpant's skidmarks.”
I was just going to tell her how ugly she looked, when her old man puts his head above deck with a big Hallo! while getting an eyeful of Pui’s breasts, as she bent over washing her laundry? " Jolly good show" he says. “Yes, I said, a very good show, you should see her pole dancing in my bar at the Jakarta Cock." He gave me a sarcastic smile and goes back to playing with himself or whatever he was at, unaware the trap was set.
“Richard Ainsworth Barclay Q.C. Retired. I used to be a judge.” Bloody hell that was quick, he introduced himself in my place later that evening. “That was a shock seeing you today like that Paddy.” Says the bould judge.“ Call me Bernie. Richard and me, talked about this and about that but mostly, London late sixties early seventies. Boats sailing and the famed Galway Hooker. I notice he was fond of a drop so I ordered another bottle of Jameson.
“You like the Jakarta Cock do you Richard?” “ “Can you keep a secret Bernie?” he says. “Of course I can, between me and you, I have been in places like this more often than I care to mention.” “Really I said?” as I switched on the tape recorder. This will cost you, you Essex bugger. “ I remember the first time I went to a business conference in Hong Kong and some of our chaps wanted a bit of sport, if you know what I mean.” “To see some of the dens of iniquity in the red light and that? Dipped your wick did you?” I said “Oh yes indeed, Bernie old boy. Of course one thing lead to another and to be frank with you, I acquired a taste for it.” “Its been known to happen Richard, just like myself, really.” so on he went.
I let Richard talk as he had so much stuff dammed up inside him and as I was his new best mate who would listen and understand. Inevitably he came to mention my crew. “I must say Bernie, those are saucy little foxes on your boat. You’re lucky, I’m stuck with Dora.” “Yes Richard, I noticed, I'll tell you what, I can fix you up with one of them in the next few days, if you fancy it. Just give me your number and I'll give you a buzz when the coast is clear ” “Muahaha ! Nice one Bernie,” “ Richard, I’ll arrange it, you can have a sandwich if you like!. They like it that way, a change is as good as rest. You can borrow on of my cabins on my boat."
Now this was the nicest thing to happen to Richard for some time. While he was wondering if he could get away with his legal mind at work. I gave him a call next day when Dora was out of the way, as he replied. “That's awfully decent of you Bernie. No problem Rich, bring herself if you like.” knowing full well she had gone out and that was the last thing he wanted. Like I said I got him over to my Galway Whoreker and there he is bangin away below deck. Somebody’s going to get a nasty shock when they find out they will have to single-handedly take my Galway Whoreker up the Thames for an Olympic Protest.
So with Meme and Pui giggling below deck in my Galway Whooker in the South China Sea, I get an idea. I call Richard my English friend to ask him over. After he arrives, I say to the girls to come out. Come on and say hallo to Richard I shout. Out they come topless with bikini pants and I give the ould English pucker a wave towards them. “Frightfully charming ,” says he. “Delightfully cute.” Blinking his eyes he can’t believe his good fortune. “I’ll leave you at it then Richard,” I tell him, “There's a few berths below to choose from and you can lock the cabin door from inside. “That's jolly decent of you Bernie he say, how can I thank you.” he whispers. “I detest broaching the subject of renumeration but we'll chat again.” Nudge, nudge, wink, wink and he was gone for his oats, quicker than a flash. He didn’t give me a chance to tell him about the mini-cams but ignorance is bliss and what he doesn’t know, won’t bother him for now, let him enjoy himself.
Now I have to digress for a minute to explain how all this came to be. You see there is a right auld unelected bollocks, running Occupied Ireland at the minute, who as some of you might already know has been perverting the course of justice there. Loosing or shredding a Queen's pardon, interning a highly respected Irish woman without trial along with several other political, prisoners of conscience. He's also been torturing her, along with administering considerable cruelty to animals. He fancies himself as bit of a sadistic, Ghengis Khan and he needs sortin.They have a posh, big house in the country in Shropshire I believe, with dogs and horses and all that. I could tell you more but for now, there is this bar-girl sitting on my face.
Right where was I, oh yes, I was on about a bunch of septics riding around somewhere in the South China Sea, having a good time and all that. They aren’t nasty or anything but as some of you will already know, perfdious Albion has some crafty bastards and you couldn’t put anything past them, as my instincts told me a long time ago with my dear friend Richard. Beisdes it wouldn't be wise to go rushing up the Thames with him riding a Galway Whooker protesting torture and internment without trial in British Occupied Ireland, better he go up on his own.
Which brings me back to the first time I met Richard or perhaps I should say his wife. I always enjoyed watching Indonesian women washing clothes, not that I want to piss off any other yachties in marinas of the South China Sea but its a chance to meet my neighbours. So there I was sunning myself on deck, with the women scrubbing away, when an ould english old bag from the next boat, stuck up her blue rinsed head and was waffling on like “Excuse me Paddy but you must realize all this waste, finds it’s way back to our beautiful ecosystem!” “Well yes says I, but you have pissed since you came to this part of the world, have you ?” “Humph, that’s hardly the point, my urine is not the same as your PCBs!.” “Ach, says I that’s why we use organic soap, made with olive oil and a bit of Essex salt mixed in, to help get rid of my underpant's skidmarks.”
I was just going to tell her how ugly she looked, when her old man puts his head above deck with a big Hallo! while getting an eyeful of Pui’s breasts, as she bent over washing her laundry? " Jolly good show" he says. “Yes, I said, a very good show, you should see her pole dancing in my bar at the Jakarta Cock." He gave me a sarcastic smile and goes back to playing with himself or whatever he was at, unaware the trap was set.
“Richard Ainsworth Barclay Q.C. Retired. I used to be a judge.” Bloody hell that was quick, he introduced himself in my place later that evening. “That was a shock seeing you today like that Paddy.” Says the bould judge.“ Call me Bernie. Richard and me, talked about this and about that but mostly, London late sixties early seventies. Boats sailing and the famed Galway Hooker. I notice he was fond of a drop so I ordered another bottle of Jameson.
“You like the Jakarta Cock do you Richard?” “ “Can you keep a secret Bernie?” he says. “Of course I can, between me and you, I have been in places like this more often than I care to mention.” “Really I said?” as I switched on the tape recorder. This will cost you, you Essex bugger. “ I remember the first time I went to a business conference in Hong Kong and some of our chaps wanted a bit of sport, if you know what I mean.” “To see some of the dens of iniquity in the red light and that? Dipped your wick did you?” I said “Oh yes indeed, Bernie old boy. Of course one thing lead to another and to be frank with you, I acquired a taste for it.” “Its been known to happen Richard, just like myself, really.” so on he went.
I let Richard talk as he had so much stuff dammed up inside him and as I was his new best mate who would listen and understand. Inevitably he came to mention my crew. “I must say Bernie, those are saucy little foxes on your boat. You’re lucky, I’m stuck with Dora.” “Yes Richard, I noticed, I'll tell you what, I can fix you up with one of them in the next few days, if you fancy it. Just give me your number and I'll give you a buzz when the coast is clear ” “Muahaha ! Nice one Bernie,” “ Richard, I’ll arrange it, you can have a sandwich if you like!. They like it that way, a change is as good as rest. You can borrow on of my cabins on my boat."
Now this was the nicest thing to happen to Richard for some time. While he was wondering if he could get away with his legal mind at work. I gave him a call next day when Dora was out of the way, as he replied. “That's awfully decent of you Bernie. No problem Rich, bring herself if you like.” knowing full well she had gone out and that was the last thing he wanted. Like I said I got him over to my Galway Whoreker and there he is bangin away below deck. Somebody’s going to get a nasty shock when they find out they will have to single-handedly take my Galway Whoreker up the Thames for an Olympic Protest.
galway hoor, parody
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Tuesday, May 15, 2012
OLYMPIC LONDON TORTURES BRITISH OCCUPIED IRELAND
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Cead Mile Failte, A Hundred Thousand Welcomes
“There are praises of flowers who epitomise the unconquerable spirit of Irish womanhood. Let no man dare to scorn these women and let your weeds of indifference and sleeping roses blush in everlasting shame.”—Bobby Sands
Marian Price has been politically interned now without trial in British Occupied Ireland for over 1 year in almost total solitary confinement. After previously been force fed 400 times by the British while on 200 days of hunger strike, Marian now has very serious health problems and is in considerable constant pain, as result of her previous treatment. She is now has to be moved in a wheel chair and the doctors say she should either be in a hospital or at home. The British autocrat has instructed loyalist prisoners to bang on the walls of her prison all night and shout Loyalist slogans in support of the queen so that she cannot sleep.She had previously received a Royal pardon which would mean she should be released immediately, the British now say they have lost it.
The UN special rapporteur on torture recently called for solitary confinement to be banned in all but 'exceptional circumstances' and that it never to last more than 15 days. The British are also ignoring the first Geneva Convention of 1864 in the treatment of Marian, as per her injuries from their previous torture. Despite a court ordering her release, this political internment ordered by an un-elected Englishman in Ireland, is administered using deprivation techniques, banned by the European Court in Strasbourg, where Britain was found guilty of torture in British Occupied Ireland.
We call on everyone to boycott the London Olympics and all of its sponsors !
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Cead Mile Failte, A Hundred Thousand Welcomes
“There are praises of flowers who epitomise the unconquerable spirit of Irish womanhood. Let no man dare to scorn these women and let your weeds of indifference and sleeping roses blush in everlasting shame.”—Bobby Sands
Marian Price has been politically interned now without trial in British Occupied Ireland for over 1 year in almost total solitary confinement. After previously been force fed 400 times by the British while on 200 days of hunger strike, Marian now has very serious health problems and is in considerable constant pain, as result of her previous treatment. She is now has to be moved in a wheel chair and the doctors say she should either be in a hospital or at home. The British autocrat has instructed loyalist prisoners to bang on the walls of her prison all night and shout Loyalist slogans in support of the queen so that she cannot sleep.She had previously received a Royal pardon which would mean she should be released immediately, the British now say they have lost it.
The UN special rapporteur on torture recently called for solitary confinement to be banned in all but 'exceptional circumstances' and that it never to last more than 15 days. The British are also ignoring the first Geneva Convention of 1864 in the treatment of Marian, as per her injuries from their previous torture. Despite a court ordering her release, this political internment ordered by an un-elected Englishman in Ireland, is administered using deprivation techniques, banned by the European Court in Strasbourg, where Britain was found guilty of torture in British Occupied Ireland.
We call on everyone to boycott the London Olympics and all of its sponsors !
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Sunday, May 13, 2012
OLYMPICS LONDON TORTURE OCCUPIED IRELAND
Marian Price who was working as a human rights activist is just one example of many who have been politically interned now without trial in British Occupied Ireland. Marian for more than one year now has been in solitary confinement with the exception of a few visits. After previously been force fed 400 times while on 200 days of hunger strike, Marian has very serious health problems and is also in considerable constant pain, as result of her previous treatment. She had previously received a Royal pardon which would mean she should be released immediately, the British now say they have lost it.
The UN special rapporteur on torture recently called for solitary confinement to be banned in all but 'exceptional circumstances' and for it never to last more than 15 days. The British are also ignoring the first Geneva Convention of 1864 in the treatment of Marian, as per her injuries from their previous torture. Despite a court ordering her release, this political internment ordered by an un-elected Englishman in British occupied Ireland. Marian is just one of many political prisoners of political conscience and human rights activists currently interned without trial by the unaccountable, unelected English overlord.
Boycott Olympics London and its sponsors : McDonalds, Coca-Cola, Adidas, Panasonic, Acer, Atos, Dow, GE, Omega, Proctor & Gamble, Samsung, VISA and Nike.
Press the IOC to establish a standing committee or mechanism to address human rights abuses in future host countries, including Britain with their ongoing human rights abuses and crimes against humanity in British Occupied Ireland.
Until Britain and its money orientated partners start putting people ahead of profit, we call on all civilized people to;
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Tuesday, May 8, 2012
GREENWASHED OLYMPICS LONDON
Greenwashed similar to whitewashed, is a form of spin or subtle lies in which green PR or green marketing is deceptively used to push the perception of aims and policies that are environmentally friendly. Sometimes to increase profits, sometimes to gain political support, it manipulates popular opinion to support otherwise unethical or criminal exploitation.
Does London have small dick syndrome with its huge ferris wheel, massive gherkin or is it a sense of inadequacy over its lost empire perhaps ?. Now this summer it will have the world's largest McDonald's, near the Olympic village, with 9,800 square feet of two floors in East London, it can cater for 1,500 diners. Currenty if you buy a 'Happy Meal' in the UK, you will get a pedometer to track hops, skips and jumps to "help" the child-friendly Olympic mascots get to the Olympic games. McDonald's peddle Olympic 'Happy Meals'. So the official "restaurant" of the Olympics in London is teaching kids to eat junk more frequently and then move more.
Olympic co-branding typifies in this instance, what is in it for McDonald's, allowing them to spread the idea that "movement" and "exercise" are healthy, implying if you're active, junk food is not important. Shifting the blame from diet intake to output for children with powerful emotions associated with the Olympic games is gold for McDonalds.Terence Stephenson, a spokesman for the Academy of Royal Medical Colleges says, "It's very sad that an event that celebrates the very best of athletic achievements should be sponsored by companies contributing to the obesity problem and unhealthy habits," They are calling on the British Government to rein in the likes of McDonalds.
Stratfor, the US intelligence analysis firm, was hired by Dow Chemical to spy on activists protesting against the 1984 Bhopal gas leak, revealed by WikiLeaks. According to WikiLeaks, Stratfor fronts as an intelligence publisher, but is in fact a private intelligence agency.
Its clients reportedly include Dow Chemical, Lockheed Martin, Northrop Grumman, Raytheon and United States government agencies such as the Department of Homeland Security, the Marines and the Defence Intelligence Agency.
On Bhopal, Stratfor analysed the online activities of activists, including the "yes men" for Dow Chemical. The activists seek redress for the gas leak that killed more than 15,000 people in Bhopal causing environmental damage still not repaired.
GREENWASHED COCKNEY OLYMPRICKS
The Olympic Games have prostituted themselves to be the most effective marketing platform in the world, to billions of consumers, in more than 200 countries around the world. Money generated by business partnerships, amounts to over 40% of Olympic revenue. In exchange sponsorship, companies get marketing rights in territories, category with various Olympic logos and images.
The following companies are TOP Partners for the London 2012 Olympic Games. McDonalds, Coca-Cola, Adidas, Panasonic, Acer, Atos, Dow, GE, Omega, Proctor & Gamble, Samsung, VISA and Nike. Organisers in London along with the International Olympic Committee, are policing everything to protect more than 53 sponsors and partners from locall business. Businesses who did not pay sponsorship from £5 million to £100 million are policed out by officials.
Small businesses with venues in east London, won't be allowed to operate normally, with one owner saying, "What they talked about was winning the Olympic bid based on diversity, support for the local area and support for the local businesses, but we've been shut out." While the Olympics are accused of using the Games to "greenwash" unethical corporations who sponsor.
The Olympic so-called TOP sponsors, pay a minimum of $100m each for 10-year contracts, while Tier One sponsors for London alone. have paid £40m each. London 2012 organizers, have raised £700m locally. Dow's sponsorship is controversial, as campaigners claim it has debts because of its1984 Bhopal disaster in India, which killed 20,000 people. Recently protesters led by MPs, including London mayor candidate Ken Livingstone, have many more grievances. BP is also a target of protest groups, which includes the UK Tar Sands Network who believe the extraction of polluting tar sands, combined with the Deepwater Horizon disaster, make BP "one of the least sustainable companies on earth".
Rio Tinto using metal from their controversial Utah mine make the medals, while being the number one emitter of toxins, known to harm human health. Greenwash Gold 2012 Campaign has condemned multinational sponsors such as BP, Rio Tinto and Dow Chemical Company, paying huge sums to become Olympic sponsors, stressing these three companies alone, have caused environmental degradation, damaged public health and failed to clean up their pollution.
London's Orwellian Blood Olympics carry criminal sanctions, for violating the exclusivity of elite sponsors' brands, with special hit squads of "brand police" forcing pubs to take down signs of free TV viewing, to removing stickers with the brand-names other than those products made by the games' sponsors. The special hit squads of "brand police" are also sending takedown notices to YouTube and Facebook of anything related to occupied Ireland, political prisoners of conscience, internment without trial or games visitors, who have the cheek to post personal images for friends to see. These rules have been made criminal ones, so violating the sponsors means the "brand police" will probabaly end up imprisoning restless Londoner natives.
Images or words suggesting a link with the Games is also criminal. Any two from the following list: Games, Two Thousand and Twelve, 2012, Twenty-Twelve combined with London, medals, sponsors, summer, gold, silver or bronze is another likely term of imprisonment. London's Olympic bid insisted on these restrictions to get sponsors, making promises to restrict free speech and personal expression. As Olympic sponsors insist on even more restrictions and surveillance than the previous games, suggesting a promise in the near future to imprison all non-attendees and permanently tattoo sponsors' logos such as McDonalds, Coca-Cola, the British Crown on the faces and chests of all those non-ticket-buyers from British Occupied Ireland.
London Olympics claim to be the greenest ever, has been dismissed vehemently as “corporate spin” by human rights groups, who launched a campaign against the toxic blood sponsors. Aside from the British Empire itself being accused of crimes against humanity in Occupied Ireland, Meredith Alexander the Olympics “ethics tsar” has resigned in opposition to the chemical firms’ who sponsor and will lead human rights activists from the United States, Canada, India, Ireland which is gathering international momentum. She said Britain has broken its promise to be the greenest games ever, by picking toxic sponsors such as Dow one of the most polluted sites on the planet; a major mining polluter, Rio Tinto and BP who are involved in the dirtiest form of oil. BP was responsible for the oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico, in Alberta, Canada a carbon intensive operation, polluting and damaging the eco system.
There is nothing green about the Bloody London Olympics, certainly not from any real Irish people left in Occupied Ireland, Britain has more political prisoners of conscience per head of the population than China and it certainly engages in more fascist censorship, than the People Republic or even Hitler's Nazi book burners of Munich ever did. NO ! the whole corporate set up and Orwellian backdrop of the London Olympics is bloody indeed.
Sunday, May 6, 2012
OLYMPICS LONDON BUTT BOMBED ROCK ON ROCKALL
OLYMPICS LONDON BUTT BOMBED ROCK ON ROCKALL
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Irish rebel song about a little Island the greedy British cant keep their hands off.The british soldier in the video survived incase anyone was interested.
'You'll get F*** all from Rockall!'
Oh the empire is finished no foreign lands to seize
So the greedy eye of England is turning towards the seas
Two hundred miles from Donegal, there's a place that's called Rockall
And the groping hands of Whitehall are grabbing at its walls
Oh rock on Rockall, you'll never fall to Britain's greedy hands
Or you'll meet the same resistance that you did in many lands
May the seagulls rise and pluck your eyes and the water crush your shell,
And the natural gas will burn your ass and blow you all to hell.
This rock is part of Ireland, for its written in folklore
That Finn McCool took a sod of grass and he threw it to the fore,
Then he tossed a pebble across the sea, where ever it did fall,
For the sod became the Isle of Man and the pebble's called Rockall.
Now the seas will not be silent, while Britannia grabs the waves
And remember that the Irish will no longer be her slaves,
'You'll get F*** all from Rockall!'
Oh the empire is finished no foreign lands to seize
So the greedy eye of England is turning towards the seas
Two hundred miles from Donegal, there's a place that's called Rockall
And the groping hands of Whitehall are grabbing at its walls
Oh rock on Rockall, you'll never fall to Britain's greedy hands
Or you'll meet the same resistance that you did in many lands
May the seagulls rise and pluck your eyes and the water crush your shell,
And the natural gas will burn your ass and blow you all to hell.
This rock is part of Ireland, for its written in folklore
That Finn McCool took a sod of grass and he threw it to the fore,
Then he tossed a pebble across the sea, where ever it did fall,
For the sod became the Isle of Man and the pebble's called Rockall.
Now the seas will not be silent, while Britannia grabs the waves
And remember that the Irish will no longer be her slaves,
The Olympic Village in London was last night the victim of a devastating butt bomb bomb attack. British police initially suspected the those behind the attack were liberation forces from either the Malvinas or Rockall. However eye witnesses say that a young white man, yes that’s white, entered the building disguised in a Burberry and a flap-cap. Posing as a sprinter and looking like Borat the suicide bomber detonated his butt bomb. A sniffer dog was killed in the explosion.
First in line to pay his respects about the awful, terrible tragedy was David Cameron. “I just can’t express in words how truly sorry I am for this awful, terrible, awful tragedy. Back when I was a lad I always wanted to be a Lord Mayor. Boris's sniffer dog was a great inspiration to me. The loss will be an unmatched loss to Britain” Boris was quick to jump on the bandwagon: “In this time of tragedy…etc. blah. blah, blah..”
His sister “space-hopper” Sally, who survived the blast, had this to say from her hospital bed: “We’d just finished celebrating when in burst this maniac saying things I can’t repeat here, awful things about 'Lefty Crap' the Irish and the Malvinas and then he just blew himself up”. Fortunately, The BBC has managed to get a copy of the broadcast and has found that amongst other things the maniac called Boris a “droopy balding fossil” and also alleged that Sally sexually abused farmyard animals.
Police have said they suspect Jonathan Goodlad the suicide bomber of 18 Tarence Street, Wimbledon, (010438839751693), of committing the crime and are calling on journalists to badger his relatives and find out the truth.
The BBC spoke to the suspect's mother Jodie (45) who told their snail paced response team: “Well that explains what he was doing in the shed all the time with the explosions and then asking me to lend him money for gunpowder. Of course if I’d known that the Olympics bothered him that much I would have just not voted for him.” The suspect's father Dicky had this to say “He always did take after his mother.” The only information we could glean from his brother Ted was that he was only, in fact, the suspect’s half brother.
Later in the day it was revealed that Duncan had left a video diary. In it he says “This fossil is just so irritating. I’m doing the world a favour getting rid of the London Olymics. I mean why do people want to vote for such a racist bigots. The BBC has announced that in memory of the dead bulldog, they will be having a moment of silence continuously for the next three months. They urged viewers to tune in to pay their respects RIP.
London's Lord Mayor Boris after his escape and recent election victory was celebrating and pacing up and down in open-fly readiness for the Olympic Games as he spurted the vast contents of his outsize bladder high into the air, describing a golden arc from Aldwych in the South to the Caledonian Road in the North visible for miles around, as screaming victims from his racist bigotry tumbled from the upper deck of their buses above their heads and floated downstream on the rising tide of Olympic Borismania pouring from the waterlogged pants of thousands of startled racist bigoted, Tory spectators, their urinary tracts blissfully relaxed by discharging pint after pint of pent-up pints down their sodden legs into the swirling open urinal that was formerly called the Thames.
BrianClarkenuj is based in Bangkok, Krung Thep, Thailand, and is a Reporter for Allvoices.
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Saturday, May 5, 2012
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BOYCOTT LONDON OLYMPICS ! Demand Human Rights British Occupied Ireland !
London with their repressive regime in Occupied Ireland should not have been awarded the Olympics
Boycotting to highlight human rights abuse, internment without trial and torture in British Occupied Ireland
Repressive regimes do not represent Olympic values, Say NO to London !
States can prevent their contingents participating in sports events held by repressive regimes from London
States prevent contingents participating in events by repressive regimes such as the British Occupied Ireland
The British crackdown in Occupied Ireland, has interned many innocent Irish people without trial and has sparked international outrage. While the Olympics brings countries together across all differences, allowing us to express our shared humanity. in friendly athletic competition, the Olympic Games in London nevertheless is not acceptable with a regime, that has visited genocide on Ireland and is continuing to torture Irish prisoners of political conscience in solitary confinement without trial a form of politics threatening the future of the Olympics themselves. So Britain must be made understand that its human rights record in occupied Ireland, is not acceptable by any civilized standards.
BOYCOTT LONDON OLYMPICS ! Demand Human Rights !
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BOYCOTT LONDON OLYMPICS ! Demand Human Rights British Occupied Ireland !
London with their repressive regime in Occupied Ireland should not have been awarded the Olympics
Boycotting to highlight human rights abuse, internment without trial and torture in British Occupied Ireland
Repressive regimes do not represent Olympic values, Say NO to London !
States can prevent their contingents participating in sports events held by repressive regimes from London
States prevent contingents participating in events by repressive regimes such as the British Occupied Ireland
The British crackdown in Occupied Ireland, has interned many innocent Irish people without trial and has sparked international outrage. While the Olympics brings countries together across all differences, allowing us to express our shared humanity. in friendly athletic competition, the Olympic Games in London nevertheless is not acceptable with a regime, that has visited genocide on Ireland and is continuing to torture Irish prisoners of political conscience in solitary confinement without trial a form of politics threatening the future of the Olympics themselves. So Britain must be made understand that its human rights record in occupied Ireland, is not acceptable by any civilized standards.
BOYCOTT LONDON OLYMPICS ! Demand Human Rights !
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