BRUTISH OLYMPIGS & PROSTITUTES

The Olympics will cost  £40bn !     Who will pay for them ?

Britain's banks are sitting on a £40bn black hole of undeclared losses !    Who will pay for that ?

Royal Bank of Scotland has £18bn of undeclared losses !                         Who will pay for that ?

The 82pc state-owned lender back to the taxpayer for another rescue ?

Controversial international accounting standards introduced in 2005 that prevent companies are deeply flawed. PIRC said the rule was "masking the true position of the accounts by including fictional assets and fictional profits".

Dividends and bonuses are being paid out on inflated profit numbers, when they should be retained to boost the banks' capital cushions.

Tim Bush, head of governance and financial analysis at PIRC, claimed the undeclared losses meant banks have not been clearing their balance sheets of bad debts and releasing the funds to support viable businesses and households.

"The scandal is the fact that banks are delaying de-risking and de-gearing due to the accounting standards," he said. "The funds are being tied up, rather than being put to work elsewhere."

Pat Gallagher

06/09/2012 02:09 PM

We, the people (taxpayers) by order of the Government bailed out the main banks in 2008. If the Government had not done this the banks would have been thrown out onto the streets (bankrupt). Now that the banks have been bailed out...what do they do? They repossess the homes of the same taxpayers whose tax money bailed them out in the first place. 

The question that needs to be asked is...does the Government care more about the people they govern or more about the people who profit from the people they govern???

robbie777

06/09/2012 12:14 PM

And no doubt these losses will never be realized for the banks involved, they will be subsidized yet again by government and the bill passed on again, to the taxpaying public, or muppets, as goldman sachs, and politicians like to call us.

With banking, it's only the customer who always gets screwed. and nnce you take it out, the interest is all gone ! So from the second oldest to the oldest profession in the world prostitution, word on the street has it that Britain having nationalized some its worldwide second-oldest profession.i.e banking that they will now proceed to nationalize the oldest, prostitution? The British governments will use the huge revenues that its prostitutes generate from phucking the people, to bail out even more pf its banks. Prostitution as well as being the world's oldest profession it is probably the most honest, given the recent shenanigans by all those involved in the City of London.

Of course prostitution and banking go hand in hand. One former City worker says that while working for a top international investment bank in the City of London, she witnessed a senior manager looking for A brothel to entertain some clients. Kat Banyard of  a gender-equality pressure group says that there is a growing trend in the CitY of London to use prostitution to entertain clients. No doubt a lot of taxpayers bailout monies will find their way into the accounts of the prostitutes as well as the organizers of the Games.

Then there is the young young Irish woman who went to the City of London to work as a secretary and began sending home money and gifts to her parents. After a few years they asked her to come home for a visit, as her father was getting frail and elderly. She pulled up to the family home in a Rolls Royce and stepped out wearing furs and diamonds.   As she walked into the house her father said "Hmmm - they seem to be paying secretaries awfully well in London." The daughter took his hands and said "Dad - I've been meaning to tell you something for years but I didn't want to put it in a letter. I can't hide it from you any longer. I've become a prostitute."

and became a 

Her father gasped, put his hand on his heart and keeled over. The doctor was called but the old man had clearly lost the will to live. He was put to bed and the priest was called.

As the priest began to administer the sacrament of extreme unction, with the mother and daughter weeping and wail!ing, the old man muttered weakly "I'm a goner --killed by my own daughter! Killed by the shame of what you've become!"

"Please forgive me", his daughter sobbed, "I only wanted to have nice things! I wanted to be able to send you money and the only way I could do it was by becoming a prostitute."

Pushing the priest aside, the old man sat bolt upright in bed, smiling. "Did you say prostitute?....I thought you said you joined Sinn Fein ans became a PROTESTANT!!"

The Year of the Sex Olympics with S&M British Occupied Ireland

Sadomasochism refers to pleasure often sexual involving inflicting or receiving pain or humiliation. While the terms sadist and masochist refer to either enjoying or giving pain (sadist) or one who enjoys receiving pain (masochist), many sadomasochists switch to someone who can both receive pleasure from either inflicting or receiving pain.

The autocratic British pervert, ruling British Occupied Ireland Owen Paterson besides overruling the British Fox hunting laws, also overrules the local sectarian mentored Stormont Parliament on the matter, thus preventing a ban an attempted ban on foxhunting. This unelected Tory despot is guilty of perverting the course of justice  in not just overruling two judges, ordering the release of Marian Price but also has overruling his Queen Elisabeth who ordered the release of Marian Price with a full royal pardon. Claiming to have either lost it or shredded without any investigation.

Besides torturing and then  killing defenceless animals he has kidnapped this highly respected Irish woman keeping her in solitary confinement for more than a year having been previously force fed for over six months while on hunger strike as a political prisoner, protesting British inhumanity and abuse of human rights.
Below is an articles from Wikipedia on the, The Year of the Sex Olympics:


" The Year of the Sex Olympics is a 1968 television play made by the BBC and first broadcast on BBC2 as part of Theatre 625. It stars Leonard Rossiter, Tony Vogel, Suzanne Neve and Brian Cox. It was directed by Michael Elliott. The writer was Nigel Kneale, best known as the creator of Quatermass.

Influenced by concerns about overpopulation, the counterculture of the 1960s and the societal effects of television, the play depicts a world of the future where a small elite control the media, keeping the lower classes docile by serving them an endless diet of lowest common denominator programmes and pornography. The play concentrates on an idea the programme controllers have for a new programme which will follow the trials and tribulations of a group of people left to fend for themselves on a remote island. In this respect, the play is often cited as having anticipated the craze for reality television.

Kneale had fourteen years earlier adapted George Orwell's Nineteen Eighty-Four as a classic and controversial BBC broadcast and the play reflects much of Kneale's assimilation of Orwell's concern about the power of the media and Kneale's experience of the evolving media industry.



In the future, society is divided between 'low-drives' that equate with the labouring classes and 'hi-drives' who control the government and media. The low-drives are controlled by a constant broadcast of pornography that the hi-drives are convinced will pacify them, though one hi-drive, Nat Mender (Tony Vogel), believes that the media should be used to educate the low-drives. After the accidental death of a protester during the Sex Olympics gets a massive audience response, the Co-ordinator Ugo Priest (Leonard Rossiter) decides to commission a new programme. In The Live Life Show Nat Mender, his partner Deanie (Suzanne Neve) and their daughter Keten (Lesley Roach) are stranded on a remote Scottish island while the low-drive audience watches. Mender's former colleague, Lasar Opie (Brian Cox), realising that “something got to happen”, decides to spice up the show by introducing a psychopath, Grels (George Murcell) to the island. When Grels goes on a murderous rampage, Ugo Priest is horrified when the audience reacts with laughter to the slaughter and The Live Life Show is deemed a triumph.

[edit]Background

[edit]Origins
Nigel Kneale was a Manx television playwright who had come to prominence in the nineteen-fifties thanks to his adaptation of Orwell's Nineteen Eighty-Four and his three Quatermass serials, all of which had been made by the BBC. Kneale had since become disenchanted with the BBC, mainly because he had received no extra money when the BBC sold the film rights to The Quatermass Experiment and had turned to freelance writing, producing scripts for Associated Television and for Hammer Films.[1] When approached by the BBC for a script for the BBC2 anthology series Theatre 625, Kneale, still upset over the sale of the film rights to The Quatermass Experiment turned them down. The Director General of the BBC, Hugh Carleton Greene intervened and arranged a £3,000 ex gratia payment to Kneale in recognition of Quatermass' success.[2] Kneale accepted a commission from Theatre 625 producer Michael Bakewell on Friday, 7 April 1967 for what would become The Year of the Sex Olympics.[3]

Kneale's concept concerned "the world of the future, and a way of keeping the population happy without being active".[3] According to Kneale, the notion for the play came from the "worldwide dread of populations exploding out of all control"[4] leading him to devise a world where pornography hooks the population "on a substitute for sex rather than the real thing and so keeping the population down".[5] Kneale was also influenced by the dropout counterculture of the late nineteen-sixties, recalling "I didn't like the Sixties at all because of the whole thing of 'let it all hang out' and let's stop thinking [...] which was the all too frequent theme of the Sixties which I hated".[6] Dissatisfaction with the youth culture of the time was a preoccupation of Kneale's: in the mid-sixties he had worked on an unmade script, The Big, Big, Giggle, about a teenage suicide cult and following The Year of the Sex Olympics, returned to the theme of youth out of control in his 1969 play Bam! Pow! Zapp! and in the fourth and final Quatermass serial in 1979.[1] Many cultural icons of the youth movement including members of The Beatles, Pink Floyd and Monty Python, were fans of Kneale's work.[7] For The Year of the Sex Olympics Kneale extrapolated the possible consequences of the youth movement's desire for freedom from "traditional" cultural inhibitions, asking as the academic John R. Cook puts it, "In a world of no limits, will the result quickly be apathy if there is nothing any more to get excited about, nothing precious or illicit to fight for in the teeth of the censor?".

Kneale also sought to make "a comment on television and the idea of the passive audience",[9] depicting a world where the media is controlled by an elite who feed the population with a diet of low quality programmes and echoing the Orwellian concept of language reduction, where vocabulary has been eroded through exposure to advertising slogans, mediaspeak and predominantly visual media.[5][10][11] He later recalled, "I thought people in those conditions would have very, very, reduced language - they wouldn't be really a verbal society any more, and I think we're heading towards that. Television is mainly responsible for it, the fact that people are now conditioned to image. The pictures they see on television screens more and more dominate their thinking, as far as people do a lot of thinking, and if you had a verbally reduced society, you would get the kind of language - possibly - that you did get in the play".[12]

Production
Kneale's script was accepted on 25 October 1967 by Ronald Travers, who had taken over as producer from Michael Bakewell on Theatre 625. Production began in early 1968 with Michael Elliot as director. Elliot initially asked Leo McKern to take on the key role of Co-ordinator Ugo Priest but with McKern unavailable he turned to Leonard Rossiter. Writing to Rossiter, offering him the part, Elliot described The Year of the Sex Olympics as "the most important play Nigel Kneale has written since Quatermass".[13] Cast as Lasar Opie was Brian Cox who would go on to have a distinguished career in film and television.[14]

The Year of the Sex Olympics proved to be a difficult production when television decency campaigner Mary Whitehouse of the National Viewers and Listeners Association obtained a copy of the script and attempted to block the production. Her objections were overruled by Hugh Greene.[15] Location filming – for the outdoor scenes set on the island that appears in The Live Life Show – took place on the Isle of Man between 8 and 10 May 1968. A mishap occurred during the shoot when Tony Vogel slipped and broke his wrist. Filming continued at Ealing Film Studios between 13 and 15 May covering the elements that would be played into the screens on the set during studio recording such as the Sportsex, Artsex and Foodshow programmes as well as the audience reaction shots. The scene where Kin Hodder falls to his death was also shot at Ealing. Following rehearsals, the production moved to BBC Television Centre between 12 and 14 June. Industrial action by BBC electricians interrupted the production and by the end of the recording session, the final ten minutes of the play remained untaped, leading to a remount on 23 June to complete the outstanding scenes.[16]

BBC2 was the only UK television station broadcasting in colour at the time. The Year of the Sex Olympics presented a production with gaudy sets, costumes and makeup. In a contemporary review of the play for The Sun newspaper, Nancy Banks-Smith commented that, "If you didn't see it in colour, you didn't really see it".

The Year of the Sex Olympics was broadcast at 9:08pm on BBC2 on Monday, 29 July 1968. Appearing on arts programme Late Night Line Up later that night to discuss the play, Kneale said, "You can't write about the future. One can play with the processes that might occur in the future, but one is really always writing about the present because that is what we know. It's largely an image of television as I know it".[18] Sean Day-Lewis, writing in The Daily Telegraph hailed the programme as a "highly original play written with great force and making as many valid points about the dangers of the future as any science fiction I can remember – including 1984!".[19] The Year of the Sex Olympics was watched by 1.5 million viewers. Audience Research Report indicated that many viewers found the play impenetrable. It was repeated on BBC1 in 1970 with 15 minutes cut from the running time, as part of The Wednesday Play strand.[18]

As often happened in this era, the colour master tapes of The Year of the Sex Olympics were wiped some time after broadcast and the play was believed lost until the nineteen-eighties when a black and white telerecording was discovered.[18] This copy was released on DVD, with an introduction by film and television historian Kim Newman, a commentary by actor Brian Cox and a copy of the original script, by the British Film Institute in 2003.[20]

Cultural significance

One of the first to draw comparisons with The Year of the Sex Olympics and the rise of reality television programmes (soap operas without professional actors), such as Big Brother, Castaway 2000 and Survivor, was the journalist Nancy Banks-Smith in a review of the first series of the UK version of Big Brother for The Guardian in 2000,[21] a theme she later expounded upon in 2003, writing that the play "foretold the reality show and, in the scramble for greater sensation, its logical outcome".[22] Banks-Smith had long been an admirer of The Year of the Sex Olympics, having written in The Sun following its original broadcast in 1968: "Quite apart from the excellent script and the 'big big' treatment, the play radiated ripples. Is television a substitute for living? Does the spectacle of pain at a distance atrophy sympathy? Can this coffin with knobs on furnish all we need to ask?".[23] Another admirer, the writer and actor Mark Gatiss, has said that upon seeing Big Brother he yelled at the television, "Don't they know what they're doing? [...] It's The Year of the Sex Olympics! Nigel Kneale was right!".[24] When The Year of the Sex Olympics was repeated on BBC Four on 22 May 2003, Paul Hoggart in The Times noted that "in many respects Kneale was right on the money [...] when you consider that nothing gets contemporary reality show audiences more excited than an emotional train-wreck on live TV".[25]

Although the reality television of The Live Life Show is the aspect most commentators pick up on, The Year of the Sex Olympics is also a wider satire on sensationalist television and the media in general. Mark Gatiss has noted that the Artsex and Foodshow programmes that also appear in the play "ingeniously depicted the future of lowest common denominator TV".[24] This view is echoed by the writer and critic Kim Newman who has said that "as an extreme exercise in revolutionary self-criticism on the part of television professionals, who also lampoon their own world of chattering commentators and ratings-chasing sensationalism, the play [...] is a trenchant contribution to a series of debates that is still raging"[26] and has concluded that "Nigel Kneale might be quite justified in shouting, "I was right! I was right!"".[11]

[edit]Notes

^ a b Murray, Into the Unknown, passim.
^ Murray, Into the Unknown, p. 97-98.
^ a b Pixley, Flashback: The Year of the Sex Olympics, p. 46.
^ Das Time Shift: The Kneale Tapes
^ a b Nigel Kneale in The Year of the Sex Olympics BFI DVD sleeve notes
^ Pixley Flashback: The Year of the Sex Olympics, p. 47.
^ Murray, Into the Unknown, p. 98-99.
^ Cook The Age of Aquarius, p. 111.
^ Cook The Age of Aquarius, p. 109.
^ Pixley Flashback: The Year of the Sex Olympics, p. 48.
^ a b Introduction by Kim Newman. (2003). The Year of the Sex Olympics (BFI DVD)
^ Pixley and Kneale, Nigel Kneale – Beyond the Dark Door
^ Pixley Flashback: The Year of the Sex Olympics, p. 49.
^ Brian Cox at the Internet Movie Database
^ Murray Into the Unknown, p. 101.
^ Pixley Flashback: The Year of the Sex Olympics, passim.
^ Murray Into the Unknown, p. 102.
^ a b c Pixley Flashback: The Year of the Sex Olympics, p. 51.
^ Fulton, The Encyclopedia of TV Science Fiction, p. 678
^ The Year of the Sex Olympics (DVD), British Film Institute, 2003
^ Banks-Smith, Nancy (2000-08-18). "Last Night's TV: Tales of the Unexpected". The Guardian. Retrieved 2007-01-07.
^ Banks-Smith, Nancy (2003-04-24). "Big Brother with knives". The Guardian. Retrieved 2007-01-07.
^ Rigby, Ancient Fears, p. 53.
^ a b Gatiss, Mark (2006-11-02). "The man who saw tomorrow". The Guardian. Retrieved 2007-01-07.
^ Hoggart, Paul (2003-05-23). "TV Review". The Times (News Corp.).
^ Sleeve notes by Kim Newman. (2003). The Year of the Sex Olympics (DVD). British Film Institute.
[edit]References

Cook, John R. (2006). "The Age of Aquarius: utopia and anti-utopia in late 1960s and early 1970s British science fiction television". In in Cook, John R. & Wright, Peter (eds.). British Science Fiction Television: A Hitchhiker's Guide. London: IB Tauris. pp. 93–115. ISBN 1-84511-048-X.
Das, John (producer & director). (2003). Time Shift: The Kneale Tapes. BBC Bristol. In The Quatermass Collection (DVD). BBC Worldwide. (2005).
Elliot, Michael (director) & Kneale, Nigel (writer). (2003). The Year of the Sex Olympics (DVD). British Film Institute.
Fulton, Roger (1997). The Encyclopedia of TV Science Fiction (3rd ed.). London: Boxtree. ISBN 0-7522-1150-1.
Murray, Andy (2006). Into The Unknown: The Fantastic Life of Nigel Kneale. London: Headpress. ISBN 1-900486-50-4.
Pixley, Andrew; Kneale, Nigel (1986). "Nigel Kneale – Beyond the Dark Door". Time Screen: the Magazine of British Telefantasy (9): –. Retrieved 2007-03-18.
Pixley, Andrew (May 2003). "Flashback: The Year of the Sex Olympics". TV Zone (162): p46–51. ISSN 0957-3844.
Rigby, Jonathan (September 2000). "Ancient Fears. The film and television nightmares of Nigel Kneale". Starburst (265): p. 48–57. ISSN 0955-114X.
[edit]External links

The Year of the Sex Olympics at the Internet Movie Database
Theatre 625 - The Year of the Sex Olympics at the Internet Movie Database
Theatre 625 - The Year of the Sex Olympics at TV.com
British Film Institute Screen Online
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DVD Times review


In Nazi Germany, foxhunting with hounds was banned by Hermann Göring on July 3, 1934 extended to Austria after Hitler annexed the country. The director of Germany's hunting museum in Munich, said at the time, "The aristocrats were furious." It was not until the 21st century that a British Government inquiry into hunting with dogs by a senior civil servant Lord Burns, resulted in action to ban foxhunting, with the exception of British Occupied Ireland.



The Burns Inquiry committee reported that:



"There are those who have a moral objection to hunting and who are fundamentally opposed to the idea of people gaining pleasure from what they regard as the causing of unnecessary suffering. There are also those who perceive hunting as representing a divisive social class system. Others, as we note below, resent the hunt trespassing on their land, especially when they have been told they are not welcome. They worry about the welfare of the pets and animals and the difficulty of moving around the roads where they live on hunt days. Finally there are those who are concerned about damage to the countryside and other animals, particularly badgers and otters."



The main type of hunting hound are the English Foxhound, while the horses are often a cross of quarter Irish Draught, with the remainder English. Sadistic, satanic like rituals are an important part of the foxhunt tradition. For example, one important satanic like ritual, which is kept secret, away from the modern media, is the act of blooding children to foxhunt. This is an old ceremony in which the master or huntsman, smears the blood of the fox onto the cheeks of an often very young child, newly initiated into foxhunting. Hunts still cut off tail ('brush'), feet ('pads') and head ('mask') as trophies, while the carcass is still warm and alive, then they are thrown to the hounds to rent asunder. These practices are now also hidden in secret, away from the modern media and public eyes.



Hunts take young hounds out cub hunting in the autumn of every year, to rip and kill young foxes, before they are 10 months old, while still living in their family group.The purpose is to teach and cultivate young foxhounds, to get a taste for hunting foxes, who sometimes mistakenly rip cats and kittens apart instead. This activity now takes place only in the Occupied Ireland part of the UK, as the locally elected native Irish are not allowed by the unelected English Tory autocrat Paterson to ban foxhunting, as the unelected English Tory overules them, to reserve the pleasure of the cruel sport for his visiting English gentry friends. Almost everything of consequence is run by the unelected English Tory despot, while the restless Irish natives are allowed power-sharing over scraps.



Paterson's friends in the English gentry who fly over regularly to feed their blood lust addiction on this cruel blood sport, two or threes times a week initially practice "holding up"consististing of driving loyalist hunt supporters to surrounding a covert, with the English horsey set and orange foot followers, driving back any of the still suckling baby foxes trying to escape. They then "draw" the covert with their own young puppies, with a few more experienced blood hounds, in the process, teaching and cultivating the young to acquire their own blood lust to attack and rip the helpless baby foxes apart while inside the surrounded wood away from prying eyes. The young hound can be then "entered" into the pack, once it is blooded like the young hunting children, creating a blood lust and an addiction for blood thirst in both, in this manner. About 1 in 50 more more evolved foxhounds, who are not blood thirsty enough, must be removed from the pack immediately, so as not to set a bad example, similar to the internment of restless natives in Occupied Ireland presently.



During the debate in the House of Commoners to ban fox hunting, the English Iron fisted Tory ruler of Occupied Ireland, Owen Paterson, compared supporters of the legislation to ban foxhunting to Nazis. Mr Paterson said, hunts drew young people into a 'social network that will last all their lives'.He warned Labour MPs: 'Before they troop through the politically correct lobby, brimming with self-righteous bile and spiteful prejudice, they should remember the unhappy precedent of 1936 when the revolting Reichsjaeger Hermann Goering persuaded Hitler to ban hunting.


'We should not create criminals lightly. No-one gained in Germany then. No-one will now. A ban will be an ominous portent of further freedoms to be lost at the hands of an intolerant majority.'



His defence of foxhunting has been dubbed utter hypocrisy, bearing in mind his destruction of the Peace Process in Ireland, breaking the agreement with the reintroduction of political internment without trial of Irish woman Marian Price and any other Irish people who dare to oppose the cruelty of British occupation in Ireland. The autocratic Paterson besides overruling the British Fox hunting law with respect to Occupied Ireland also overrules the local sectarian mentored Stormont Parliament, thus preventing a ban on foxhunting attempted by the restless Irish natives. This unelected Tory despot has also overruled two judges, ordering the release of Marian Price who had ruled her no threat to society. He also has overruled Her Majesty Queen Elisabeth who ordered the release of Marian Price with a royal pardon. Medical professionals have dubbed this behaviour as simply insane, coupled with his recent homage to his idol, the arch-sadist Ghengis Khan by abusing horses for 10 days whipping them relentlessly onover 1,000 kilometers, in what is dubbed the Mongolian Derby.





Bill Etherington a Labour MP of the House of Commoners in Britain said: “I consider that fox hunting is as barbaric a method of destroying a fox as it would be possible to imagine.”



The vote, by 387 to 174, a majority of 213, sets up "The ‘Compromise’ option, allowing hunting to continue as a licensed activity, Paterson and his crew scuttled it, promising to make foxhunting happen in Britain again despite the wishes of the clear majority. Legal professionals have dubbed his political activity, as a most serious crime of perverting the course of justice, which carries a life sentence in prison for British commoners as they a referred to by the horsey set and gentry friends and family of Paterson.



Even Nicholas O'Hare, hunting columnist said:



"This is the key issue. Is hunting cruel? The answer, of course, is that it is. How can such cruelty be justified? The answer is that it cannot."



Like illegal activities of dogfighting, badger baiting and cockfighting, the only purpose of foxhunting is to satisfy a small minority of bored idle-rich gentry, with nothing else to do and cultivate a bloodlust killing instinct in their young, to maintain the dominance of their blood lines over ordinary, decent people, who are disgusted by such depravity both at home and overseas. This orgy of blood letting, blood thirst, blood lust, call it what you may is the rock on which their IMperial military society is built, that produces commoners as cannon fodder, to fight imperial, neo-colonial wars, at least every five years, for the easy blood money, profit of their lucrative, industrial war complex.



The English and Orange hunters in Occupied Ireland meet two or three times per week during the foxhunting "season," which is between November and April. Local collaborating landowners and some occasional sympathetic "shame fein" castle farmers will keep the English hunters informed of all fox activity, while suitable kill areas in the locality will be set up.The bloodhounds are sent to scent out a fox and force it out in the open.



The chase of blood lust and a kill, often continues for more than hour, with a crowd of frenzied gentry baying for blood. This is the part of the hunt, "field" in which they sate their idle rich boredom and cultivate their craving for blood, as they jump fences, walls and ditches chasing as a lynch mob the fox, who will go anywhere to escape the blood hounds and bloodlusting gentry. He will try to go down a fox-hole or badger sett but they are probably blocked the night before by orange or "me fein" hunt collaborators.



The fox is often chased to exhaustion when he or she will be caught and savaged to death by baying blood hounds and bloody minded gentry. Foxhounds are specially bred for stamina, not speed, to make foxhunts last, otherwise it would spoil Paterson and his friends fun by being caught too soon. Many suspect Paterson and his bigoted, sectarian friends are having the same sadistic fun currently at Marian Price's expense. She has been interned in solitary confinement for almost a year now, for no other reason than this, sick, perverted, sadistic-sexual craving to dominate.



Many agree that fox hunting is the most sadistically cruel of all the blood "sports". The purpose of fox hunting is pure sadistic pleasure, sometimes cultivating a sexual addiction, sometimes sadistically, sexually, sating an otherwise impotent older man, as horsewhipped hunters chase the fox to exhaustion for an hour or more before the animal is literally torn to pieces by the baying hounds and crowd. This long and protracted suffering is an essential element and a desired part of this blood sport in the eyes of the hunters.
If the the control of fox numbers were its aim, faster dogs would be used or the foxes could be shot. All animal welfare organisations and sane people worldwide, with the exception of Paterson and his blood junky ilk in denial, condemn the barbarity, sickness and savagery of fox hunting. It is ineffectual as a form of fox control, a false argument used as an environmental benefit, to try and give this horrific blood sport a veneer of respectability, which close scrutiny of it and its proponents like Paterson, show just how much it is flawed.



There is an alternative for those who claim to enjoy working with hounds and riding over open country, its called drag hunting, with a scent laid for hounds and riders. Drag hunting provides a test for hounds and riders avoiding, unlike fox hunting, serious damage to house pets, crops and scared sheep. However sadistic gentry and die-hard foxhunter defenders, like the unelected English Tory dictator in Occupied Ireland Paterson, ridicule drag hunting with whinging like, "it's not really hunting." Yes indeed, there is one vital difference for craving cultivated, bloody minded sadists, who are in addiction denial, there is no kill in drag hunting to give them their sick fix.





Indeed there are several hunts exclusively practicing the more civilized drag hunting in Ireland. By eliminating the unacceptable cruelty of foxhunting junkies, they ensure the long term survival of the genuine sporting aspects of "hunting" as a tradition with hounds.Many Protestants in Occupied Ireland are disgusted with Paterson too. One respected gentleman commented;



"To even consider allowing ruthless, barbaric,cruel and sickening out dated sports?suggests a man, or two..who are unfit to represent decent ,compassionate human beings. It is not just about fox hunting, although, this concerns me greatly of course, it is also about how he/they are showing the darker and sickening side of violence, aggression, and im sorry, where is the fairness?..If he/they are happy to allow this as acceptable, what is next?



I PRAY that blood sports are NOT something, that can be passed off, as necessary, when it clearly is not..it is a pompous, disgusting, old upper class tradition…farmers DO NOT NEED THIS..it is just another lie, fed to excuse a sickening habit..Did YOU KNOW, THAT THERE ARE PRO HUNTERS BREEDING FOXES, JUST TO HUNT THEM?

THE TITLE “CON DEM” IS INDEED EXACTLY WHAT WE WILL BE AS A SOCIETY, IF WE ALLOW,THIS AWFUL REPEAL IN ENGLAND AND MAINTAIN IT HERE IN IRELAND…TRUST ME, IT IS THE THIN EDGE OF THE WEDGE "



No ! Paterson will have none of it, like his sadistic, torture of poor Marian Price, he will continue with his Ghengis Khan, Draconian, Tartarean, animal, anthropophagous, atrocious, barbaric, barbarous, beastly, bestial, bloodthirsty, bloody, bloody-minded, brutal, brutalized, brute, brutish, cannibalistic, cruel, cruel-hearted, demoniac, demoniacal, devilish, diabolic, fell, feral, ferocious, fiendish, fiendlike, fierce, hellish, infernal, inhuman, inhumane, monstrous, murderous, perverse, ruthless, sanguinary, sanguineous, satanic, savage, sharkish, slavering, subhuman, truculent, unchristian, uncivilized, unhuman, vicious, wolfish politics as his political ambition attempts to surpass the Tory Margaret Thatcher who murdered Irish political prisoner Bobby Sands and his comrades numbering10 hunger strikers. Marian Price has been on 200 days of hunger strike already at the mercy of bigoted sadistic jail torturers in England. Now yet again she spent almost a year in solitary confinement without trial at the hands of sectarian jailers egged on by the sadist Paterson. Marian was pardoned by a Queen and ordered released by judges on two occasions. this madman will trigger another forty years of killing thousands of victims along with more than a hundred thousand foxes annually satisfy his cultivated lust for blood, power and dominance. People better confront this sickness, it has no place in a any remotely humane society. The sickness is best explained in the following quoted excerpts:

2012 Olympics, British Occupied Ireland, HOTEL STORMONT, Internment, london 2012, London Olympic Games, London Olympics, Olympic, Olympic Games, Olympics, Olympics 2012. SEX PARTY, Sex Olympics

OLYMPIC SECRET SEX PARTY HOTEL STORMONT BRITISH OCCUPIED IRELAND

The Stormont Hotel Secret Sex Party when discovered described themselves as a " cross party of civil libertarian alternative to sectarian politics in British Occupied Ireland." A veteran campaigner on issues such as increased censorship, un-equality and more discrimination described it as a meeting for Irish political boss massages with prostate problems. Two of Occupied Ireland's largest British political parties both the Democratic Unionist Party and Sinn Fein instructed a former Olympic Gold medal winner to organize an orgy with hostesses and prostitutes for its VIP Politicians at Stormont Castle.

An investigator revealed that a certain young lady's love of water and her abilities both in and out of Olympic swimming pool attracted the attention of the organizers as someone with the ability to organize and orgy. She won several swimming medals and swims up to 40 kms a week. She also loves to play with British politician in the bath. She has shelled out over a quarter of a million Euros of taxpayer’s money on the orgy. ‘"Most of my fan base VIP British politicians and a few old rocker’s  who would be recreational drug users so what ?

A leading dissident has that both, "the DUP and Sinn Fein are political parties with policies that send their young supporters to jail for using the same substances they use at their orgies at Hotel Sormont". The spokesperson said. “This is unconscionable and an utter betrayel of the values of many of the people who put them where they are today. I call on all of of these politicians to repudiate their party’s drug policies and adopt a harm minimisation drug policy that is enlightened and works so well in countries like the Netherlands".

Women were paid to have sex with Lord Muck of Londonderry and the prime minister of British Occupied Ireland dressed up in nursing and PSNI/RUC police uniforms who performed stripteases initially at the the orgy.Then some women put on a 'lesbian' show who were later joined by an intoxicated leading Sinn Fein woman and later still by a wife of a Unionist VIP. A born again who attended said, "There was plenty of alcohol and 18 prostitutes there, I had no idea it would turn out like that and these organizers assumed because of my past that I would voluntarily participate. I was forced to engage in oral sex by Lord Muck and my lawyers will pursue the matter"

"Another prostitute said that like orgies in England, the women had colour-coded arm-bands, apparently there was mix up but then there is nothing so pure as a born again whore, so you never know. One colour armband was for regular hostesses while the other was for prostitutes and white ribbon prostitutes reserved for top VIP politicians  from the DUP and Sinn Fein only." The former olympic gold medalis is named as a recruiter of the women.

According to a transcript of a  telephone tap in the file of a leading investigator a leading Loyalist is heard saying: "Lily was there with her breast out kissing the Prime Minister and Lord Muck continuously. The whole place was turned into real whorehouse. All the women were given gold Olympic rings and Queen's jubilee necklaces." In a  600 pages of filed documents, it is stated that some women constantly played and stroked themselves up and down Lord Mucks face while others sat on the faces of leading loyalist politicians wives and allowed themselves to be touched by both orangemen and Sinn Feiners behaving  both provocatively and vulgarly. The file goes on to describe how there were wardrobes with varying school uniforms of Kincora boys home and convents in Derry which the women put on to carry on stripteasing while belly dancing seductively, mostly naked and in a general lesbian style.

London 2012 : SLUTTISH OLYMPIC INTERNATIONAL PSYCHOPATHS

Dirty London in The Pouring Rain - Pogues

I wish to God I was back on the sea again
Though that belongs to the world of never will be
There was never a wilder bastard than me on the sea
I could f_ck all the whores in damnation me boys
Though they wriggled and hollered and made a great noise
Then I?d drink till I stank and then drink plenty more
And I won?t go down to the sea any more
But if I had ten pounds then I?d raise a loud cheer
And I?d toast all me neighbours both distant and dear
And I?d shoot back great belly-crippling buckets of beer
And a pox and a curse on the people round here
Wouldn?t give you me the price of a half pint of beer
Wouldn?t give you me the price of a cup of good cheer
A pox and a curse on the people round here

I met her in the Irish club in London when I was squatting in Algernon Road, a house drom where the Guilford bombers were lifted. I was an angry young man at that time, because like every dog on the street, I knew those Irish lads and English girl were innocent and they were serving something like 6 life sentences each, for something they had no idea about. I used to go up to the Irish club in Quex Road most weekends for s few drinks, a few dances and a ride.

She was a good looking blonde right enough, great body, long legs and in good shape. I think her name might have been Caroline or something like that. She knew my game right enough, I was dressed rough as hell and direct. We had a few dances and drinks and it was obvious from her dancing, she was up for it and as horny as phuck. It became clear she was sex starved with her soldier husband serving overseas.

As we stumpled our merry way back to my squat I asked her a few of the usual questions and she was straight forward enough. She told me she was married and her husband was a British soldier serving in British Occupied Ireland. That made more than my ears prick up and she was surprisingly careless with her talk bearing in mind she was with an Irishman at the height of their war on the Irish people.


By the time we got to my cot I certainly was up for it now. I had a rage and a anger in me about the British occupation of Ireland and she was going to get a right seeing to. Having said that, she was just as game as I was. Normally I go down on most bitches but under these circumstances no way, she was going down and it was clear as she sucked on my duidin, that she was already dripping anyway.


At that time, I could be quite gentle normally but on this occasion that was gone out the window. I called her a dirty rotten London whore just for starters as an entre. I will not fill you in on the rest because this is a family blog. The torrent of abuse and filth talk I threw her way didn't seem to bother her, in fact, if anything she sucked away with even more gusto and her pussy continued to drip every time I stick my finger up her pussy. She moved her attention to my anus which she thoroughly licked out and being my first experience with rimming was certainly exciting, Eventually I had to pull her away from it.

You can imagine by the time I got round to ramming my hard-on up her count, I did so with a vengeance. Now I'm not noted for being good looking as I have a rather large nose but I do have some corresponding features down below to compensate and she got a jack hammer full. She screamed at a pitch I thought would be heard in Scotland Yard but I was too far gone to give a phuck.

Fortunately at the time the newly feminist Cosmopolitan was giving lessons on how to control ejaculation and I had been a good pupil. I'm not the sort of a phecker who can come several times a session like these greedy bitches so it became a sort of art form. Not easy under these circumstances but I manged to ram it all night and she lapped it up like a slut. Her poor ould husband in Occupied ireland being the furthest thing from her mind.

She left in the morning rather abruptly as sometime during the night she started bleeding heavily. My ego would like to think it was from the action but like a lot of sluts she probably got extra horny leading up to her period. Either way my sheet was covered in blood and she just left without a word the dirty, filthy, bitch


Now all of this reminds me of the filth and dirt of the current whore of the Olympic games of London 2012.
Britain’s Home Office has made an appeal for contingency plans for a deadly radioactive or “dirty bomb” attack on the London 2012 Olympic Games.As British governments fears of a radioactive attack at London  2012 Olympic Games, a rapid reaction force has been ordered to deal with a “mass casualty incident.”
The force is drawn from the Army, Navy, and the Royal Air Force in addition to the 8,000 soldiers who will police the Olympic Games
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Then there is dirty Dow Chemical  who claim not liable for the Bhopal gas leak, one of the world's worst industrial disasters. Farah Edwards-Khan whose aunt died in the disaster, said thousands of lives were "completely destroyed, there are a number of cancers, growth, deformities and gynaecological problems around the perimeter of the factory, which have still not been cleaned up.You can scoop up mercury with your hands. How can Lord Coe turn a blind eye?"

There is also Rio Tinto producing the Olympic medals at Kennecott Utah Copper mine in Salt Lake City, where local residents claim it is responsible for one-third of air pollution there. Cherise Udell of Utah Moms for Clean Air, said: "It causes permanent lung damage in our children. It is ironic that the company awarding the medals is responsible for limiting their athletic ability." Counter Olympics Network has said it would block Olympic lanes and hack sponsor websites.



One of Britain's principal filthy rotten scoundrels is BP or British Petroleum which as almost single handed wiped out the environment of the USA destroying it from Alaska to Florida with with oil spils,burst peipes, explosions all the result of arrogant disdain for  the American environment. The British oil company, is still unsuitable to be a major Games sponsor with  its involvement in extracting Canadian tar sands and its development of giant oil fields in the Russian Arctic.

"BP's business model involves continuing to extract fossil fuels long into the future, playing a central role in ushering in irreversible climate change. In other words, it is one of the least sustainable companies on earth. In virtually every element of BP's involvement in London 2012 there is cause for alarm as to how it got Locog's blessing and slipped past the commission's watchful eye".says a letter with signatories that  include Greenpeace UK, London mayoral candidate Jenny Jones, the director of the Chartered Institution of Water and Environmental Management, the World Development Movement, the Polaris Institute, Climate Rush and the UK Tar Sands Network.Other activists have also voiced protest over corporate sponsor worldwide partners McDonald's.

But by far the most rotten and corrupt partner of the Olympic Games is the human rights abuse the British government who have broken the peace agreement in British Occupied Ireland and re-introduced internment without trial which last time lit the powder keg to 40 years of war on the Irish. Internment without trial is accompanied by torture and solitary confinement for some like Marian Price who is currently in extreme pain and disorientation as result of British torture. Britain who have already been found guilty of torture of Irish political prisoners again have broken a subsequent promise to end it practices around sensory deprivation. They have also broken the terms of the GFA agreement with their brutal treatment and internment of political prisoners.

The British continue to censor details of their ongoing ethnic cleansing and genocide. The British in fact have murdered more innocent Irish people in their engineered holocaust in Ireland, than Hitler gassed in his concentration camps. Even Churchill referred to internment as obnoxious, even in wartime. It is an act of blatant war on the defenceless Irish people in British Occupied Ireland which naturally breeds Irish resistance.


The following is an incomplete list of countries invaded by the barbarian British on orders from London. When the British wonder where the people who may nuke or plant a dirty bomb at the 2012 Olympics in London they have to look through the billions of worldwide citizens whose relatives were butchered by the savage invading British on orders from London. When their empire started to crumble, they taught their dark arts of divide and conquer to their existing W.A.S.P. partners and continue genocide in the millions today in places like Iraq, Afghanistan, Pakistan, Yemen, Libya, Syria and Iran in the not too distant future.

Ireland was Britain's first colony, which has struggled for freedom from its radioactive neighbour for 800 years. Ireland continues to be its training ground for population control and laboratory for such equipment, marketed with video footage of their brutality in action. The interned Marian Price is currently at the cutting edge of their latest techniques in the general internment of union leaders, human, rights activists or anyone involved in progressive human evolution and liberation.

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John Bullscutter Olympics London 2012

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One rule of thumb with phucking and fighting is, crazy can overcome skill and phucking numbers, because, while a trained fighter may enjoy fighting another trained fighter, no one but no one really wants to wrestle with a crazy phucker. Crazy phuckers fighting and phucking don't know when they are winning or when they are bet. Crazy don't know when to give up and stop fighting or phucking. If you can't pull off crazy, for example, when you're in a Keizer love fest in a room with with six bi-women, stupid may be a decent substitute for crazy.

So what about this Keiser phucker in the video above, sounds real to me or is he just another crazy phucker, I don't know but I would mind meeting that co-host, intelligent, sexy Stacy. She reminds me of Panjit.  I remember it was back in July 1998. It was my first day in Phuket and I was sipping jasmine-tea on a veranda, as I stared at the early morning mist on the hill across from the hotel.


Just in front of me some tourists were getting off their bus and one had an Asian face. I took a good look, dialled and waited for her mobile phone to ring. She reached for her mobile in her bag and answered my call. ”I’m here at Hotel Bangtao, where are you?” Her voice in English was the same as what I heard from her mobile.”Not very far, look to your right,” I answered. She turned to where I was sitting and waved her hand.


”Welcome to Phuket ! I’m your tour guide,” Panjit gave her hand. “You’re much younger than I expected,” said Panjit in a very friendly way. I was expecting some kind of old age man,” she joked with a lingering look.
We had coffee in the restaurant. Later we rode a motorbike, I rented to enjoy a ceremony on the the sand at Layan beach. When we split, she told me later, she would return to the hotel in the morning. I looked at Panjit’s eyes and at her cute facial features and her fresh lips.

”Are all Thai female tour guides as cute as you are?”  I said.

”Are all Irish males as straight forward as you are?” said Panjit with a welcome eye movement.

Immediately we were attracted to each other, with love bits growing once we realized we were both unattached. Next day was a bustling day among foreign tourists in Phuket Town and local markets. The local monks looked busy, caring for people who came before them with their offerings. Smoke from their burning aromathic incense was scenting a fresh evening sea breeze. Later we walked the bridge from  Phuket island to the mainland. Once upon a time..,” Panjit started, ”there was a young couple, a husband and wife whom their parents did not approve their marriage, because the husband was poor and as result were ostracized, which made their life together impossible. Panjit……,” I pushed her face close to mine as I had pulled her closer from the cool night air. I put my finger on Panjit's lips.

”Ssh! Don't tell me now, I want to listen to the whole story later from you”

Panjit was upset.

”You know what makes you wonderful tonight?” I asked

”What?”

”The complete moon on your sweet Thai smile.” Panjit smiled but it was interrupted as my lips landed on hers spontaneously. She did not resist. The pale light of the moon and the breeze made us intimately attached to each other.


The horizons of the east, are a  collection of fascinating colours at dawn for me. Panjit leaned against  me as we both stared at a Phuket sunrise, with the wide spread of sand and sea, behind us. Later we climbed on our bike, as we made our way from Phuket Town towards Patong. As we climbed a very steep hill on our approach, we both noticed, there was considerable soil movement and landslides.I dropped a few gears and kicked in some juice to try take us away from the landslide on the hill.


Next thing I knew was that local people and monks stood together trying to prevent me from sliding down over 300 meters to recover Panjit's body. ”Panjit!” I shouted in panic but she was still rolling down fast. Tourists standing at the top of the road could see her poor body bump over and over against the steep and rocky hillside. As I tried to make my way down for Panjit, I was firmly held by other worried tourists. It was too dangerous as I burst into tears, I broke the crowd and found my way down. ”Panjit!” I shouted hysterically.


 The accident attracted a lot of attention. Some people searched for Panjit in a safe way. I was eventually asked to stay and wait at the foot of the hill. I was desperate and I just couldn't believe Panjit had disappeared like that. After the crowds were scattered and gone for what seemed hours, there was no news as I was left alone at the foot of the hill, devastated. ”Hey are you looking for me?” I was shocked and surprised by a voice from behind me. I turned around. Panjit was there on top of a mount of clay and stones. I stared in disbelief!.


”Panjit!” I hugged her in sheer relief. ”Are you alright? How can you be here without serious injury?." I examined her body, she had no serious injury besides a few scratches on her arm face but she had a strange aura about her which I thought was the result of shock from the fall. The motor bike was write off at the foot of the hill. ”I was fell down, banging along the rough surface down. Fortunately l landed safely over her there, and I made my way safely down to you.” said Panjit oblivious to the lethal nature of the fall.


”People are looking for you everywhere, trying to rescue you,” I said.


”They may have taken the wrong way,” said Panjit ”Why don’t we just get back to the hotel? I need treatment for scratches and to clean up, let's get a tuk tuk.”


When we got off the tuk tuk at the hotel, I had to help Panjit, as she could not walk properly.


”Let's get a doctor. We should go straight to a hospital,” I urged.


”I’m ok just a little shocked, help me wash up,” said Panjit.


I took off all Panjit’s clothes at her request in my hotel room, not a bruise, cut or any wound, which seemed a miracle to me. I could not stop and wonder how fortunate Panjit was and how she could have ended up with a broken neck with severe cuts. I showered her gently with warm water and towel dried her. I could not but admire her perfect beauty without clothes on her skin. She ws stunning, I could not take my eyes off her.

”Now make it fair,” said Panjit. ”You stand in front of me with nothing on.”

I did not refuse. I slowly removed everything I was wearing. Panjit held me tightly in her arms and led me my bed. We melted into each other with Panjit on top, in a gentle, slow, rhythm of love. A lusty day and night of lovemaking belonged entirely with us in a world of our own. Just before we slept, I asked her to finish her story of Phuket's bridge to theThai mainland. She told me that the newly married Thai young lovers, bound their hands together with cord and jumped from the bridge into the ocean far below, so that they would never be parted.


I opened my eyes in the morning. I reached for my watch, it was twelve noon. Panjit was not beside me. I pushed the cover away and tried to find Panjit in the hotel suite. She was not there. I got dressed and looked around. Panjit was not there, I asked the reception and asked everyone if they had seen Panjit. Eventually I was told that she had checked-out an hour ago and took a bus to the airport. I settled the bills and as I did so, staff handed me a piece of paper, saying “I am very sorry”. It was from Panjit.

I was frozen in disbelief ! Why did she leave? I got a taxi to the airport checking all terminals and ticket records but I could find no trace of Panjit. I could find no news whatsoever of Panjit. Later I got an e-mail from Panjit. “I am sorry, my darling. I did not run away from you, I  had to go,  I will call you as soon as I can.” I did not hear another thing from Panjit. The waiting was unbearable and devastating and I could not eat. I wanted to die Then I got another message from Panjit asking me to come and see her in Bangkok.


”Welcome to Bangkok, Sir ! You come to Bangkok at a perfect time. We will be celebrating Songkran tomorrow,” said the driver from the airport to the hotel address Panjit  had given me ! I knew Songkran was a festival of spiritual cleansing by Thai Buddhists, who believe people purify each other, splashing water and getting themselves drenched. Panjit  was standing in the foyer waiting for me with a subdued smile but with an expression that could not hide her desperate longing. I gave her a very intimate hug. “ I miss you!. Chan kitteung khun!  Fuck you bitch, you left me standing there frozen in time” I said in tears!.

“I am so, so, sorry.” Panjit held me so tight.

That night I was both ecstatic and in agony, as Panjit did not give a hint of physical warmth in bed. She fell asleep, after a detached kiss. I was waiting naked all night beside Panjit, expecting the gentle, lusty love making, we had already known. It did not happen and when morning came Songkran started. The joyful, noisy and wet Songkran outside on the street, made Panjit smile just a little. People splashed water on each other no matter who they were.


”Are you ready to get soaking wet?” asked Panjit. ”I will be out in a moment” I agreed but noticed that Panjit got more and more pale, which momentarily explained why Panjit had no passion for lovemaking the night before.


”I must tell you, this Songkran will be very, very frightening for me.” said Panjit.


”Why is that? Is'n’t everybody  happy?” I said.


”Not this one,” whispered Panjit, squeezing my hand with a sad face.


Just then some people with buckets full of water splashed Panjit and I  with water. I  yelled as the cold water hit me. People happily soaked us more and more. I was very wet and I was shocked when I  turned to Panjit. Not one drop of water touched Panjit’s clothes or skin. ”How is it you are dry?”  I asked Panjit but she never answered me. She just smiled at me as her face quickly changed from pale, to a stunning aura or halo effect. Her face got brighter and brighter, I was mesmerized as the splashing water, now made her wet but the water seemed to just pass through her and the more she got splashed, the brighter and more invisible she became.


”Panjit?” I cried as I tried to touch her bright image.


”Now it’s time for me to go, my love. I died instantly at the foot of that hill, from the fall that day. They found my body but my spirit has always been with you, because I am always loving you and I will always miss you from the moment we met” she said in a very gentle, soft voice.


”Please get a bucket of water and splash me, it will make my leaving perfect.” said Panjit. Initially i refused to believe what she just said. Then with a broken heart and tears rolling down my face, I took a bucket of water and gave Panjit a splash as she wished for.  I could  see Panjit smile with the splash as she faded away until she became completely invisible.

I collapsed crying on the side of the street when eventually I was helped up. ”What is the matter with you, Sir? I watched you talking to yourself and splash water into empty space. Be happy in Songkran. Thai people believe this, when we splash to each other and help purify each other”

Since that time I have always been with detached love !