Michael (of Bernicia) Waugh, UK bankster-buster

[longdog]

Peter don't call me coz I won't go.

I sent you three letters which you failed to respond to and therefore you have accepted, by tacit procuration, that my soul is in fact the lawful property of the company store.


All words as affaint defines them.

Without vexation, ill-will or frivolity.

Non-assumptit.

UCC-301.7

No cash value.

ETA: Just been listening to that song on The YouTubes for the first time in decades. I'd forgotten how good it was. I really wish I could remember some of the alternative obscene / pro-IRA / both lyrics my Irish mate on the buildings would sing to put us off when we were unloading cement or other stuff that you got into a rhythm with. It's very hard to maintain a rhythm with hundredweight bags of cement when you are pissing yourself laughing.

[JohnPCapitalist]

“One of the most feared and successful barristers of the past thirty years has agreed to take instructions from one of the most feared and successful lay litigants in British legal history.”

I am from the wrong side of the pond to have extensive exposure to the greatest barristers and solicitors in the history of England. However, when one talks about such legendary legal talent, I'm immediately minded of one Sir Bob Massingbird, the greatest legal mind in the entire history of England. His qualifications are discussed in this video, which appears to be some sort of BBC historical documentary:

[Wakeman52]

I suspect that MOB and his followers will see this publicity as a success.

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/av/uk-59208984

[longdog]

Poor old O'Bonkers is getting memed to death over on Facebook to mark the first anniversary of Matt Hancock not being arrested any day now again for the first time

[John Uskglass]

Which seems a good excuse to remind ourselves that on 6th November he told us that -

Following several months of dealing with circumstances beyond our control, the People’s Union of Britain [PUB] will next week finally be in a position to lay the papers at a Magistrates Court, in our Private Criminal Prosecution of the Four Horsemen of COVID-1984 and their accomplices for the Midazolam Murder

Amusingly followed by -

In anticipation of the inevitable doubts as to how I could reasonably make the foregoing statement with such supreme confidence,

[longdog]

To be fair it would be entirely honest of me to say "I am in a position to buy and inject heroin". It doesn't mean I have any intention of doing so.

Not that I think MoB was deliberately using weasel-words as a get out clause for when it fails to happen. It's just common or garden bullshit.

[Penny Wise]

Which seems a good excuse to remind ourselves that on 6th November he told us that -

Following several months of dealing with circumstances beyond our control, the People’s Union of Britain [PUB] will next week finally be in a position to lay the papers at a Magistrates Court, in our Private Criminal Prosecution of the Four Horsemen of COVID-1984 and their accomplices for the Midazolam Murder

Amusingly followed by -

In anticipation of the inevitable doubts as to how I could reasonably make the foregoing statement with such supreme confidence,

Fact check

https://mobile.reuters.com/article/amp/idUSKBN28A1OP

[TheRambler]

[longdog]

Fact check

https://mobile.reuters.com/article/amp/idUSKBN28A1OP

From that link...

The video appears to be a reference to an announcement in September by Michael O’Bernicia, a self-described anarcho-missionary

Up until about 15 years ago I would have described myself as an anarchist, and I still am at heart albeit massively overwhelmed by pragmatism, so now I've gone back to calling myself a socialist. But anyhoo... I was a half-arsed player on the fringes of the anarchist scene but one thing soon became obvious. Well over half the self proclaimed anarchists were what the rest of us called "Trustafarians". Over privileged trust fund babies who had nothing better to do with their time than live off mummy and daddy's money whilst competing for the highly coveted "prolier than thou" status they were unwilling to actually have. Remind you of anybody?

One notable example was the daughter of a high court judge who'd done the Roedean / gap year / Oxbridge thing before moving into a daddy bought flat in Islington and pretending to be a photographer... She was terrible... Worse than me. I can't remember exactly what I called her when I finally lost patience with her bullshit but I know included poser, toff, narcissist, sponger, hypocrite, liar and police informant. All of which was true. As was "Oh... And your boyfriend is fucking <points at much better looking girl> her behind your back and I don't blame him. He only lives with you because you fund his coke habit".

It was bit harsh but I was a bit spaced and I'd just found out that this 'radical vegan' was an active member of a fox hunt... But she only went along for the social side obviously

[John Uskglass]

I was a half-arsed player on the fringes of the anarchist scene

Ever have any dealings with Martin Wright or Ian Bone?

[longdog]

No and in Bone's case I'm led to believe I'm lucky. Apparently he's rather hard work and, in social situations, I've heard him described as a crashing bore more than once. In the interest of balance I'd take that with a pinch of salt as you know what the far left are like. Schisms, infighting and petty jealousy are what we do best

[hucknallred]

People’s Union of Britain [PUB]

On the subject of PUB, this seems to be the plaything of Jonathan Trapman I think & O'Bonkers is riding along with his popularity, although this peaked last year. Trapman is also getting memed to death too.
I don't think there is enough material for him to warrant a thread of his own.

[aesmith]

Does anyone know what he's on about with his remember the 21st December nonsense? Did something happen in a previous year that we're supposed to remember, or is it a reminder for something that might be going to happen this year? Maybe he's just carried away with the idea that "remember remember" can roughly rhyme with any date in November or December. If that's the case someone remind him that it doesn't really scan using the 21st.

[Larry Spoons]

Two answers:

1. I've assumed that it is a symbolic date - that holding the event on the solstice represents the turning of the tide against growing darkness as he and his valiant followers wake the masses.

2. A couple of dozen people across the country will start shouting cobblers from their doorsteps whilst their neighbours look on with puzzled expressions.

I know which is more likely and I know which one O'Bonkers will claim to have happened come the 22nd.

[John Uskglass]

Sadly the Rothschilds have removed his 21/12 video from You Tube.

You can still find it on Bitchute, if you feel so inclined.

https://www.bitchute.com/video/jwzz6RhIbQwF/

Apparently if we all go out and shout at clouds on the solstice, the system will be brought to its knees, or something. He sounds increasingly radio rental as the rant goes on, and concludes with some Vogon poetry.

[longdog]

I wouldn't watch his drivel at the best of times. The thought of it including poetry only made me more sure.

I wish I were a chestnut tree.
A'nourished by the sun.
With twigs, and trees and branches.
And conkers by the ton.

Lord George Gordon "Alf" Byron.

Written 1814 at 23 Railway Stagecoach Cuttings East Cheam. Crayon on plaster.

Now THAT'S poetry.

[AnOwlCalledSage]

Now THAT'S poetry.

No. This is poetry.

Spring has sprung
The grass is riz
I wonder where
Dem boirdies is

Although Spike Milligan's riffing on William Blake is a favourite on mine:

Tiger Tiger
Burning bright
Look out
You'll set the jungle alight

However Christopher "Goodbye to Berlin" Isherwood's is one I still remember the words for from when I learned it at age 11.

The Common Cormorant or shag
Lays eggs inside a paper bag.
The reason you will see no doubt
It is to keep the lightning out.
But what these unobservant birds
Have never noticed is that herds
Of wandering bears may come with buns
And steal the bags to hold the crumbs.

[longdog]

Another from Alf Byron (Sid in Hancock's Half Hour).

Oh wondrous moon that shines its beam.
Across the pine trees of East Cheam.
How I love to see your light.
Coming out tomorrow night?

Or a real one from the real Byron which has always been one of my favourites.

Posterity will ne’er survey
a Nobler grave than this:
Here lie the bones of Castlereagh:
Stop, traveller, and piss!

[longdog]

Oh... And this effort from Wordsworth who was clearly trying out Vogon poetry before everybody else...

Not five yards from the mountain-path,
This thorn you on your left espy;
And to the left, three yards beyond,
You see a little muddy pond
Of water, never dry;
I've measured it from side to side:
'Tis three feet long, and two feet wide.

I mean... Really?..

[Burnaby49]

Have you forgotten Quatloos’s own poet laureate Hilfskreuzer Möwe?

Yanksons!
Meet the Yanksons!
They spew their Moorish lunacy!
From some place in Ghana!
They’re partners in nutbaggery!
Both their Strawmen have died of neglect!
Admiralty judges they reject!
When you’re with the Yanksons,
have a nuncy nunc pro tunc time,
a nunc pro tunc time,
and convicted of your crime!

https://www.quatloos.com/Q-Forum/viewto ... =48&t=9597

Sung to the tune of this immortal theme music;

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uq7noaMwLfg