by johnofgwent
I must go find myself some stronger horlicks it's 2:50am (1:50 am by my body clock but the clocks went forward yesterday) and I cannot sleep. So here I am at the keyboard.
I have said for many years that it would be pointless me taking a machine gun and emptying the magazine into Brown (or Blair) for the way they destroyed both my business - and Green Arrow's for that matter.
I have said it because:-
I said it would be pointles because even assuming one managed to penetrate the cordon of steel, even if one got a perfect line of sight and even if one managed to hit the target when one opened up...
... yes even if one got that far, it would sadly be a fact that as the lying treacherous bastards felt the bullets shred their internal organs to a jellied pulp ... as they felt their bodies shudder as the exit wounds ripped open, as they fell gasping for breath that would never come as the functional bits of their lungs were now hanging out of those exit wounds, smearing their nice suit jackets with a pink bloody froth...
Yes even as their eyes dimmed for the last time as they found out for themselves the hard way what over a hundred of our fine young men and woman had found out as they met their end in a pointless, useless, illegal military belligerence, it would never in a million years cross their minds that their nemesis was a pissed off businessman driven over the edge by vhe destruction of everything he had built up, to the point that there was no longer anything worth living for.
I have said for many years that it would be pointless me taking a machine gun and emptying the magazine into Brown (or Blair) for the way they destroyed both my business - and Green Arrow's for that matter.
I have said it because:-
- even though they deliberately launched a combination of excise attack dogs against our clients, threatening them, with endless expensive tax investigations unless they terminated our totally legitimate business contracts forthwith and threw us onto the street...
- even though they created red tape by the bucketload to increase our overheads, waste our time, caused us to being in costly expert help and therefore shafted our profitability...
- even though they welcomed foreign businessmen sucking up to them, wishing to bring their own people in here illegally to do our jobs,...
- even though they outsourced our work to bloated incompetent software houses who charged three to five times our fees to send a nerd whose degree certificate was still wet with the printing ink...
- even though they refused outright to allow self employed people to sponsor their "List-X" status and this bid for secret government work,...
- and even though they did all this with a ruthless ideological determination to destroy that went far, far beyond that which even Maggie Thatcher had in her heart when she destroyed the industries of this country,
I said it would be pointles because even assuming one managed to penetrate the cordon of steel, even if one got a perfect line of sight and even if one managed to hit the target when one opened up...
... yes even if one got that far, it would sadly be a fact that as the lying treacherous bastards felt the bullets shred their internal organs to a jellied pulp ... as they felt their bodies shudder as the exit wounds ripped open, as they fell gasping for breath that would never come as the functional bits of their lungs were now hanging out of those exit wounds, smearing their nice suit jackets with a pink bloody froth...
Yes even as their eyes dimmed for the last time as they found out for themselves the hard way what over a hundred of our fine young men and woman had found out as they met their end in a pointless, useless, illegal military belligerence, it would never in a million years cross their minds that their nemesis was a pissed off businessman driven over the edge by vhe destruction of everything he had built up, to the point that there was no longer anything worth living for.
No, as the lights dimmed in their eyes they would curse me as a dissident irishman or moere likely a white muslim. I thought this because I thought they would have no idea because there was no such precedent.
But earlier tonight a chance post on ukdebate.co.uk sent me diving off to the cyber archives of wikipedia and to cross references in academic texts and educational material.
And I was wrong. There is a precedent. Step into the limelight if you will Mister Spencer Perceval. The only British Prime Minister to be assasinated. Wikipedia has this to say about the man :-
No, I would not do this because, just as I saw the look in the eyes and on the face of the Labour Party puppet parachuted in to Blaenau Gwent whose hoped for cushy seat on the gravy train was so spectacularly derailed by Peter Law, so I want this piece of excrement in Number Ten to live to see his throne taken from him.
But it would gladden my hear to see a few G20 protestors wearing T shirts festooned with the slogan REMEMBER SPENCER PERCEVAL in a few days time.
Regrettably the majority of the people who might do such a thing have not been given the benefiit of an education that explains who this man is and how he met his end. On the other hand. maybe it's a good thing they don't know the guy ever existed.
But earlier tonight a chance post on ukdebate.co.uk sent me diving off to the cyber archives of wikipedia and to cross references in academic texts and educational material.
And I was wrong. There is a precedent. Step into the limelight if you will Mister Spencer Perceval. The only British Prime Minister to be assasinated. Wikipedia has this to say about the man :-
On 11 May 1812, Perceval was on his way to attend the inquiry when he was shot through the heart in the lobby of the House of Commons by a mentally unsound man named John Bellingham, who blamed his financial instability on a casual suggestion of Perceval.I personally prefer these lines from Spartacus SchoolNet
Perceval held the post until 1812 when he became the only British Prime Minister in history to be assassinated. Spencer Perceval was shot when entering the lobby of the House Of Commons by John Bellingham, a failed businessman from Liverpool. Bellingham .... blamed Perceval for his financial difficulties ....Now in reality of course I would never do this. And not just because despite what the lying treacherous scum has done to me I remain firmly convinced that violence is not the answer
No, I would not do this because, just as I saw the look in the eyes and on the face of the Labour Party puppet parachuted in to Blaenau Gwent whose hoped for cushy seat on the gravy train was so spectacularly derailed by Peter Law, so I want this piece of excrement in Number Ten to live to see his throne taken from him.
But it would gladden my hear to see a few G20 protestors wearing T shirts festooned with the slogan REMEMBER SPENCER PERCEVAL in a few days time.
Regrettably the majority of the people who might do such a thing have not been given the benefiit of an education that explains who this man is and how he met his end. On the other hand. maybe it's a good thing they don't know the guy ever existed.
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