Season’s greetings to all. Here is a brief review of 2019 that, in the end, turned out to be not so brief. The new year is fraught with the prospect of yet another upcoming spell behind bars, for singing songs. More on that later…
Junior fellow at SLGO (Smirk Like Gideon Osborne) and local Conservative candidate in the upcoming UK General Election, Robert Largan can smell blood. To start off the week, Largan posted the following about his rival, Labour’s Ruth George, on his campaign Facebook page:
The post reads as follows, see Largan’s final sentence:
Ruth George is still trying to claim that well known racist Kasey Carver has “no role to play” in her campaign despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary.
Remember, Kasey Carver has made a number of anti-Jewish racist posts including:
-Sharing a post about the “so called Holocaust”
-Advancing a racist conspiracy theory about Israel supporting ISIS
-Making racist comments about the “Zionist influence of the BBC”
-Was a long time friend of Alison Chabloz, a racist Holocaust denier, so notorious that she is banned from entering France.
No sooner had I politely responded to the call to war, Largan then dutifully moved the battle location over to Twitter – from where I am banned and therefore unable to reply directly. Was Largan hoping to attract an army of virtue-signallers complete with pitchforks? Sadly for him, only a couple of accounts with visible links to Campaign Against Antisemitism, CAA, entered the one-sided fray. Rattusbaum aka Nemo predictably came out to bat for Israel, squeaking plaintively. Amusingly, le gros porc was quickly out for a duck after being bowled over by another song.
Let me make it clear that I am not in favour of any of the main parties. True, there are entries on this very site, published not all that long ago, that are supportive of Jeremy Corbyn’s anti-Zionism. Now, however, the anti anti-Semitism lobby seems to be promoting me as one of the main reasons not to vote Labour. Quite a compliment, I’d say!
When sleeping women wake, mountains move.
– Ancient Chinese proverb.
Shazia Hobbs is a Glaswegian author and staunch campaigner against the abuse by grooming gangs of tens of thousands of children. Shazia and others who were previously heavily involved with Tommy Robinson’s so-called ‘free speech’ bandwagon are now being rejected by Team Tommy for speaking out on forbidden topics.
Shazia’s novel The Gori’s Daughter (available on Amazon) deals with growing up as a mixed-race child of a Scottish mother and a polygamous Pakistani Muslim father.
Here is the BitChute link to our conversation:
It sounds better than ‘Dumpling of dumplings’ – although the English translation might be more apt as far as my silhouette is concerned. But let’s stick with the French for now…
Following my participation at last month’s Forum de l’Europe, it was suggested that I should perform at this year’s Bal des Quenelles – an annual celebration every Summer Solstice at the country residence of France’s best known comic and inventor of the Quenelle, Dieudonné. I waited patiently for confirmation and was rewarded with the offer of a 15-minute first-half slot, all expenses paid and a VIP backstage pass.
Two days before I was due to take the Eurostar to Paris, the mayoress of St-Lubin-de-la-Haye – a nondescript liberal feminist author – threatened to shut down the event, predictably citing ‘anti-Semitism’ and the risk of a breach of the peace. Dieudonné responded with typical defiance and humour. The mayoress’s letter was in fact a thinly disguised attempt to dissuade people from making the effort to attend: with the theme announced as a ‘Yellow Vests Special’ and an almost perfect weather forecast, the authorities’ frantic scaremongering was clearly intended to put a damper on things. But there was no doubt in my mind that Chabloz would go to the ball.
*filmed with Vodafone Smart N8; audio track edited and enhanced with Audacity; video edited with Movie Maker.
Another self-penned song from my performance last year in Blackpool at Boadicea Events.
It will be interesting to see how this story develops. Forgive me for pointing out that I was first. I’m not alone:
Forgive me also for not being able to post the link. It hardly needs to be mentioned that I was handed a 20-week suspended prison sentence for a similar musical faux pas…
The most satisfying angle of the Owen Benjamin phenomenon is that less a year ago he applauded Israel’s murder of Palestinians in cold blood. More recently, he even dedicated a song to Israel patriot Tommy Rabbisohn. Benjamin also appeared regularly on Alex Jones’ InfoWars.
But now, all that has changed. He has seen the light. And it is glorious: the cherry on the top of the Rammstein icing.
It’s at times like these that one gets to know who one’s true friends are. Huge thanks for all the kind and supportive messages received over the past few days. I am still waiting for proof – one SINGLE proof – of allegations made against me. So far, nada.
There was, however, enough proof to find lawyer Mark Lewis guilty of bringing his profession into disrepute. In a report published yesterday, the Jewish Chronicle predictably claimed I was one of his “attackers”. Poor man. In the warped minds of certain hacks, being asked questions in a civil manner equates to being “attacked”? Twice in the space of less than a week, this same publication has also stated that I was given a “two-year suspended sentence”. As one good friend notes: would that be illiteracy, ignorance, or a wish to mislead? Oh well, at least the JC can be said to act in the tribal interests of its readership.
Suzanne she goes down
Once more to Ealing cop shop
She makes an umpteenth statement
Falsely claiming she’s a victim
And we know that she’s half crazy
That her strings are pulled in Barnet
And the lies are fed from Finchley
Oh but she’s too blind to see it
Yet Suzanne does her duty
Carries out her orders
Just keeps on spreading nonsense
In the hope somebody answers
With angry words and menace
And again she runs for cover
Begging Mr Plod to nick me
But he only shakes his helmet
As she stands there
Playing victim with her lies…
(Sincere apologies to fans of Leonard Cohen – RIP).