It is Nineteen Eighty Four……Resist.

February 25, 2017 at 11:33 am Leave a comment


At first I thought it must be “fake news”……but it wasn’t.

Trump’s Press Secretary, Sean “Goebbels” Spicer, excluded many of the leading journalists from some of the world’s most prestigious news agencies from a briefing in Washington, including the BBC. And then he tried to “spin” it as an attempt to expand “the pool” of journalists. It just so happened that it was the “cess pool” of journalists, including only sycophants from like-minded red neck rags who are happy to tout the same right wing, racist and frankly delusional rubbish that comes from the flabby lips of the Great Narcissist in the Oval Office. Think of them as the Daily Mail on steroids. Think the KKK with typewriters.

So it seems that nation will no longer talk unto nation until such time as “the leader of the free world” (sic) can control the message and remove all criticism. Trump has branded the BBC, CNN, the New York Times and others as exponents of so-called “fake news” – for pointing out facts that run contrary to the political rhetoric spilling forth from Satan’s jowls. “Facts that run contrary to” being otherwise known as “the truth”. Or in an Orwellian dystopian world of Trump, which seems to be just around the corner, as “thoughtcrime “…..

Resist. Resist. Resist.


Meanwhile, closer to home, democracy is also gasping for air in the absence of any credible opposition. After Copeland fell to the Tories for the first time in 80 years, the Great Narcissist of Islington North, blamed Tony Blair, Peter Mandelson, Storm Doris and the emotional backlash to the sacking of Claudio Ranieri……

He refused to entertain the absolute home truth that HE might be to blame. That he and his policies, and Diane Abbott have made the Labour Party unelectable, no matter how many “members” or how grassy your roots….. Without the people; without the voters, you are nothing more than an ineffective protest party pissing in the wind.

Resist. Resist. Resist.

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