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).
During the years I spent teaching in Swiss secondary schools, in-training days were often orientated towards how to motivate a class of musically mixed-ability teenagers to sing together tunefully and with conviction. One of these training days I remember in particular, given by a male colleague who, during a football World Cup championship, had filmed all the participating teams singing their respective national anthems. The lesson was clear: more often than not, teams who sang with passion and heartfelt conviction went on to gain satisfactory results.
International sporting events have long been one of the subtle ways by which Globalists have been able to implement their agenda of mass non-white immigration into European countries. Most noticeable in football, cricket and athletics, multiracial “national” teams have in recent decades become increasingly present on track, field and pitch. Can a cricketer, for example of Pakistani origin born in England, truly harbour the same patriotism for his adoptive country than an Englishman born and bred in England whose northern European genetic makeup is an integral part of his origin and identity?
Sporting professionals who happen to be British citizens born of foreign parents have the choice whether they compete for Britain or for the country from which their parents originated. Is this fair? Does this not raise questions of possible conspiracy? Would this be one reason why English national teams in so many disciplines tend to produce disappointing results?
Following news yesterday of the death of French Jewish filmmaker Claude Lanzmann, aged 92, I received notification via my inbox that a French small ads website (similar to GumTree) was in trouble for hosting an ad for a shower head purportedly coming from Auschwitz. The ad was removed: apparently someone felt grossly offended and complained. But what if the shower head was real? We know there were showers at Auschwitz – we saw them in Schindler’s List. Surely some ‘Holocaust’ museum would pay a hefty sum for such a rare object which could then artfully be put on display, i.e. ‘Gas vent intended for distribution of Zyklon B disguised as a shower head, never used as a gas vent’?