YANKEE DOODLE TO WHIP LONDON 2012 OLYMPICS INTO SHAPE

Yankee Doodle came to town

A-riding on a pony

A feather in Mitt's Presidential hat

Calling Olympic Brit baloney.

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Yankee Doodle, keep it up

Yankee Doodle dandy

Mind the radioactive Olympic site

The Old boys and the brandy.

Mitt Romney came to London Town

Olympic expert of Salt Lake city

Looked at the British army there

Declared Olympic security shitty

Yankee Doodle, keep it up

Yankee Doodle dandy

Mind the radioactive Olympic site

The Old boys and the brandy.

There was Mrs. Mitt Washington

Upon a slapping stallion

A-giving orders to British men

I guess there was a million.

Yankee Doodle, keep it up

Yankee Doodle dandy

Mind the radioactive Olympic site

The Old boys and the brandy.

U.S. Republican presidential candidate Mitt Romney questions British on the Olympic Games during a visit to London, questioned on whether Britain was up to the task, said it was hard to know 'just how well it ...will turn out' The Indian Prime minister also tweeted that athletes think their London accommodation is worse than the Commonwealth Games in Delhi. After less than two days in London, the American Presidential candidate questioned whether Britain had what it takes to host an Olympics.

He said there were 'disconcerting' signs about whether Britain can handle the event, and called into question the commitment of the British people.

Mr Romney with Foreign Secretary William Hague in London today further questioned whether Britain is ready to 'celebrate' the Games and says there were 'a few things that were disconcerting.' He further said that, 'There are a few things that were disconcerting, the stories about the private security firm not having enough people, supposed strike of the immigration and customs officials, that obviously is not something which is encouraging. Because in the Games, there are three parts that makes Games successful. Mr Romney is an expert on Olympic matters and was chief executive of the Winter Olympics in Salt Lake City in 2002 which he successfully managed.

Mr Romney said, 'Number one, of course, are the athletes. That’s what overwhelmingly the Games are about. Number two are the volunteers. And they’ll have great volunteers here.But number three are the people of the country. Do they come together and celebrate the Olympic moment? And that’s something which we only find out once the Games actually begin.' He met Mr Miliband the head of the Labour party who also criticized the Games amid concerns raised ever since private security firm G4S said it would have to provide thousands fewer staff than they originally promised.

Thousands of soldiers many of whom have just returned from Afghanistan to plug the gap. There are alsoproblems with Border Agency staff threatening to go on strike during the Games, although it was called off yesterday. There was chaos

During a meeting with Mr Miliband, Mr Romney was asked by the British media about Olympic security issues and the error over the North Korean team flag. He tried to be diplomatic by replying: 'It is impossible for absolutely no mistakes to occur.

'Of course there will be errors from time to time, but those are all overshadowed by the extraordinary demonstrations of courage, character and determination by the athletes.

Meanwhile Indian government minister Ajay Maken said on Twitter that his country's athletes think the Commonwealth Games in Delhi two years ago were better than the the London 2012 complex. Athletes are upset about toilet facilities which have been converted into sub-standard housing for over 16,000 athletes and officials from more than 200 countries. They also say up to six athletes are forced to use one filthy toilet in London, forcing some of them to change their training schedules. There are shocking pictures exposing the filthy state of London's bedrooms and bathroom. Many nations are complaining that facilities are not fit for human habitation with evidence of animals using the beds, wash basins, toilers and showers.

Olympics London 2012 : SADISTIC SEXUAL GAMES BRITISH OCCUPIED IRELAND

 IT'S WORKING FOR BURMA, WHY NOT BRITISH OCCUPIED IRELAND?


                   Marian Price Ireland's Interned Aung San Suu Kyi


                      BURMA IRELAND "SAME SAME"

This small excerpt is from,  “The Grave of the Hundred Head”,  by Kipling after Burma on his way back to England in 1889. He and his friends made an unscheduled stop at Moulmein on the coast of Burma, where elephants, pagodas, tinkling bells, and a beautiful Burmese girl left a deep mark on Kipling. :

" When I die I will be a Burman, with twenty yards of real King’s silk, that has been made in Mandalay, about my body, and a succession of cigarettes between my lips. I will wave the cigarette to emphasise my conversation, which shall be full of jest and repartee, and I will always walk about with a pretty almond-coloured girl who shall laugh and jest too, as a young maiden ought. She shall not pull a sari over her head when a man looks at her and glare suggestively from behind it, nor shall she tramp behind me when I walk: for these are the customs of India. (From Sea to Sea, p. 221 line 19) "




With the global financial collapse and the  onrush of Armageddon at Olympic London 2012, I haven't been feeling myself lately. I'm recovering my strength here in bed in Aden the gateway to the former British empire, today I am reflecting on another of their former colonies, Burma, Maybe it's all the sexual innuendo in this blog, perhaps I need to explain a  little. My sleep patterns are disturbed, I still wake up in the middle of the night wondering about things like the meaning of the great cosmic game and what exactly do geopolitics have to do with my existential void? I ask myself about Olive and Pui,  it's all so confusing and even though they are aware its an open relationship sort of thing. So many conflicting points of view and ideologies these days its difficult keep it simple if you know what I mean. I have a confession to make which I haven't told Olive or Pui about because they haven't noticed.



Now the Aung San Suu Kyi conflict thing in Burma, was always a big issue with me and I couldn't wait for the sanctions to be lifted so I could visit Rangoon, Thankfully they are, so I visited last month before our protest trip on the Galway Whooker to Olympic London 2012 . There was a spring in my step as soon as I landed. Some old beggar in my face didn’t upset me and I I gave him something small, It felt good, I used to be a beggar myself years ago. Now don’t laugh, after Olive and Pui I never thought it would happen again, if I am honest. Some people say I'm a hard bastard, particularly after I split up with my wife, I was not in the mood. I’m not totally daft if that’s what your thinking, I’ve read a few books on Burma and researched Rangoon before I came and I heard all the stories. You can call me cynical but I know how to have fun emerging world or not. Ok I know what you’re thinking, taking advantage and no fool like an old fool right ? 



But believe me first bar in Rangoon, first woman but she really is different.  Now I have a friend who has known me a long time, who says I would get upon a frog...hmm is he really a friend? It started  the way it usually does. She comes to sit with me, gorgeous!, I buy her a drink not really thinking much and she just sits there looking right at me. I’d just had a blow job yesterday so I was n’t  really looking for action but I hadn’t any objections either. So here we go again I'm thinking, another night in an Asian city, ladies, drink, bar-fine, hotel, shower, blow job, usual shag but when I actually got her on the bed something odd happens. She has nice tits, a very nice ass, with perfectly cute puss but the way she looks at me does something. I cannot explain but I instinctively know it's not a one off. 



Next day when we wake up she says it spontaneously. "You nice man. I want to stay with you." So my cynical part is thinking, more bullshit..like..sick buffalo... old mum hospital...boyfriend up the street. “I have no family in Yangon." She says,  So I ask a few questions and she tells me she’s just arrived in Yangon from Mon state. She’s living with some girls, she does n’t particularly like and would it be ok if she stayed with me until she gets sorted. I ask her how much she wants and she says ‘up to you’. So I take her for noodle soup and I watch her look around the place. The way she’s looking, I can tell she is straight off the farm. She still hasn’t asked me for any money for last night. Before we leave I pass her a large banknote. She gives me a thank you gesture, tucks the money away and I put her in a taxi.



I go looking  around the city but I change me mind because I can’t concentrate. To cut a long story short I took a bit of a nap in the afternoon but when I wake up I'm thinking about her. Part of me knows this is stupid but another part says so what? Right so here we go again and as I get near her bar she’s already seen me. Her smile lights up the plaza, she comes over, I give her a hug, not too obvious. There is a problem however. A couple of guys down the bar are watching. One has got his eye on her and this is what I don’t like. Anyone with a bit of money can phuck her. I ask her why she likes me and I can see she does n’t really like answering questions like this but she says, ‘You like father me.’ That's fair enough, I can be sugar daddy no problem but  she know I like that little furry thing between her legs. I pay a bar-fine again. Is this artificial and sincere at the same time like we can talk about love and peace but underneath everyone there is a darker side with sympathy for the devil and I can feel the evil rising. 



Olympic London 2012  Richard tells me will be, Yanks, Arabs, Pakis, Poles, Chavs, 4x2s you name it and he especially can’t stand the flash City types he calls ‘getters’. When Richard gets a bit much we switch to the future time, AD, dated from the discovery of the Book Of Richard. What’s left of the UK exists on a little island pf communities where the people speak in tongues.This world is ruled by a geyzer called Livingstone III,  the night sky is called dashboard, children ride "motos" and food is called curry. There’s some good laughs in it too but after a while it gets zany and it’s nice to switch back to the real world where the characters are more believable. Writing about London these days is not easy, its a dump.



Where was I ? Oh yes I was telling you about Fon, I was paying her bar fine for about a week. We usually stay in bed till around midday, got some noodles and maybe did a bit of shopping. Then she trotted off and I would see her in the evening at the bar.  Life is odd, you think when you find someone special that’s the end right? But it’s a beginning too and I do love Olive and Pui. I get too philosophical sometimes or maybe Fon’s right. I just think too much. I would never meet a woman like her in Ireland in a million years. First off, Irish women these days are all mouth and very fat. Fat, noisy, pushy but maybe I'm talking about what you mostly find in the pubs these days. A lot of Irish lads are amazed when they come to Asia to find women like Fon. You get some rough ones here also but a woman like Fon can work in a bar, be polite, ladylike and make a lad feel good. It just seems to come naturally to Asian women. Most of them don’t even realize how cute they are. 



I love Ireland but I now love Asia too. The sex is great and there is no hurry but just lying in bed with her is cool too and watching the way she folds her clothes and rinses out her panties. I love the way she lets me look at her body when we’re having sex but she is still quite shy, dressing behind a towel. I ask her what she wants and she says ‘I want velly good man’. She is not really a bar girl at all or what I mean is she’s not really on the game, I go through the options but to telling the truth is all I can do these days. I can keep paying her barfine but that’s daft. How long can two people live in a hotel room anyway ? My visa’s up in a few days and then what? It just started,  I can’t blame her, If it was n’t  me it would be some other bloke.... just sitting there like fruit on a tree,,,but like Adam and Eve  I didn’t have to pick the fruit. So how will it end?Anyway I go to the bar one evening and no Fon . I mention it casual like to one of her friends. ‘Fon she go village,’ I catch my plane out of Rangoon next day.






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London Olympics : Protesting Galway Whooker to Ram it Up the Thames

 international | rights and freedoms | opinion/analysis  Thursday May 17, 2012 10:14 by BrianClarkeNUJ - AllVoices 

Useta Luv Her

I was over on Richards’s boat for the first time last night. He had a some people for dinner who are not my sort, stockbrokers, bankers with their ugly loud mouthed wives. Right enough they know a few good tax fiddles but essentially they are boring bastards. I look at their wives and no wonder I want a different one every day just like I can't imagine having to drive a bus everyday again through rush hour?

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I was over on Richards’s boat for the first time last night. He had a some people for dinner who are not my sort, stockbrokers, bankers with their ugly loud mouthed wives. Right enough they know a few good tax fiddles but essentially they are boring bastards. I look at their wives and no wonder I want a different one every day just like I can't imagine having to drive a bus everyday again through rush hour? Feck that for a for a game of soldiers. I can’t even think about that sort of work without a shiver going down my spine. Imagine being a poor barsteward stuck in some factory or mucking around a building site in wellies? Not sure I would last long in an office either. I'm amazed more people don’t go to lunch and never come back. How do they all keep getting up in the morning or even stay in bed with them same wives? Must be hungry feckers to get them rambling into their bathrooms, to look at their soulless selves in the mirror every morning. So today's the day, as Richard's world bank officials wing their way to Washington to catch up on the latest tax fiddle.

Today I've decided to have all the sails hoisted with full of wind. I could feel that way myself as we cut loose from the stale hangover of last night's decadent dinner. I got an opportunity to drop the bombshell to Richard, about his proposed protest visit up the Thames to London for the Olympics. Besides right now I feel like I could happily sail off into another dimension. Maybe discover a whole new world on the way to London, devoid of all these selfish wankers in the extreme. Perhaps I’d soon be lonely I suppose but it beats hangin around growing stale and vegetating. On the way to London, we'll keep sailing around all these Indonesian islands and see what comes to mind along the way.

People regularly ask me about a sailing destination. Have you any idea where you are going Bernie, I'm asked? WelI i give them an auld grin but to tell the truth I haven’t a feckin clue and frankly I know feck all about navigation either. Sextant no, sex yes!. All the fiddly stuff I leave to Olive. She gives me a compass head and I steer. She has an instinct, some people always seem to know exactly where they are. The Indonesians got around, hopping from Island to island, within sight of land almost all the time. Bloody amazing how they found their way across the Pacific on a few shells and twigs.Personally, I don’t know where I am most of the time. Wind, water, tide-tables, dates, headings, wind speed, haven't a clue and neither do I give a toss. A day at a time each one's a bonus. So the sail fills, the mast bends, I send Richard below deck while Olive and I fly across the ocean. One hand on the helm Olive in her harness tethered short enough to a jackstay, to prevent her falling overboard, while I rip her rigging off, oil her sterngland and ram it up her forecastle. Jaysus, it feels good with the wind and spray on our face and her arse drippin sea-water.

Later Richard and I were chattin about the sixties in London, John Lennon, the Beatles, the Rollingstones, the Who and we wonder how the world has morphed back into squares somehow. Everyone was either scooting off to the South coast or giving peace a chance with John. We both always loved watching sailboats and the freedom of the ocean, so I suppose that's why we both ended up with boats and why this boy kept busy chasing different tail every day. Feckin paradise, nothing to do but watch the sail billow and give the ould rudder a nudge every now and then. Gives me a chance to think about Olive's arse again. It’s not just about sex though, there's somethin spiritual about the whole thing. I leave Richard in charge and I head for a berth below to a sleep, listening to the sound of reggae music drift across the water.

Hallo says I, nice mornin for something. She smiles a lovely Philipinne smile and I want to phuk her again but she just stands there looking at the boat or more specifically the mainsail weighing about 150 pounds, more wet. "Think you could get it up there," she says pointing up the mainmast. "Sure, I say, why?" "I need a trimmer," she says. "Ach put the kettle on, I'm famished I say." "Morning Richard," as I meet him. "I don' want to go to London." he says, " I don’t think I like England anymore. Not even for a visit." Shut up Richard we discussed it alreadyor would you prefer discuss it with your wife ?" "Please No ! please I beg you, she will take me for everything, a bar girl everyday for the rest of my life is cheaper than that. " he said. "Get on with it, Olive and I are going down below for some breakfast." Well I must be honest. I’m really thinking, I’d bloody well like to ride Olive again. Get her tiny little white skirt off and go for a bit of muff-diving. She has gorgeous legs and I know I definitely won’t feel right till I have her again. Can’t keep my eyes off her thighs, as she wriggles her way into the cabin and onto the bunk.

"Funny people the English," I say to Richard later, "always talk like they can win everything, be it the London Olympics or the upcoming European football tournament. Always ignoring fantastic talent from other countries and teams, then they are so, so disappointed when they lose. Football is just a game but the English are brain washed, like as in Bill Shankly who said, "Football is not a matter of life or death, it's much more important than life or death." It seems to be like that when it comes to British Occupied Ireland too. I mean we are just after 40 years of deadly troubles, had a peace agreement and they go along and break i,t to intern without trial an Irish prisoner right's activist called Marian Price and torture her in solitary confinement. Its not not just the Olympics or the European Football finals, ;like I said yesterday its not bloody cricket, old boy !

More accurately we have an un-elected, demented English barsteward in Ireland perverting the course of justice, ripping up Queens pardons or loosing them to start another 40 years of war in Ireland. Wind your neck in you double eyed barsteward, leave the Irish women and men play their grown up games in their own country, stop interfering in other people's business and get back to yer wanking! Until you do, this Galway Whooker is sailing up your London Olympics, up your Thames, up your's mate! You see Ghengis, my voodoo helps. I have a bag of old bones scavenged from graveyards all over the UK. Whenever things get a bit too much or I am annoyed, I ride on the Galway Whooker by moonlight and cast them. Seems to work everytime, it worked with Brian Faulkner. The Brits have been after them for years but they can sod off. I’ve told them, they can have the bones back but only when we have Marian, our political prisoners and our country back. Beware of Shankley's ghost England to lose on penalties? Blame the ref is it or blame epic literature? Life's a voyage, we're all adrift on the ocean of life, some more than others. Sometimes we sail calmly, sometimes buffeted by storms from nowhere. We are now sailing into uncharted waters, as we approach London Olympics 2012.

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BREAKING NEWS: London Olympics Security Penetrated by Galway Whooker

 international | rights and freedoms | other press  Wednesday May 16, 2012 13:38 by BrianClarkeNUJ - AllVoices 

Disgrace O'Malley

So I'm kind of just thinking out loud and I’ll just write the stuff here. If you don’t feckin like what you're reading, you can just piss off! So I'm sittin here on a tropical island in the south China sea, with more pussy than you can shake your stick at! Now I've been thinking lately about the swinging Londoners. So Swinging Dickhead, I hear you say, were you in Carnaby Street recently? No I wasn't my English friend, as you know I'm Irish, its years ago but what with the Olympics there currently, with an Irish girl interned without trial and tortured, its just not bloody cricket breaking the peace agreement, we have to do something for the poor woman.

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So I'm kind of just thinking out loud and I’ll just write the stuff here. If you don’t feckin like what you're reading, you can just piss off! So I'm sittin here on a tropical island in the south China sea, with more pussy than you can shake your stick at! Now I've been thinking lately about the swinging Londoners. So Swinging Dickhead, I hear you say, were you in Carnaby Street recently? No I wasn't my English friend, as you know I'm Irish, its years ago but what with the Olympics there currently, with an Irish girl interned without trial and tortured, its just not bloody cricket breaking the peace agreement, we have to do something for the poor woman.

So with Meme and Pui giggling below deck in my Galway Whooker in the South China Sea, I get an idea. I call Richard my English friend to ask him over. After he arrives, I say to the girls to come out. Come on and say hallo to Richard I shout. Out they come topless with bikini pants and I give the ould English pucker a wave towards them. “Frightfully charming ,” says he. “Delightfully cute.” Blinking his eyes he can’t believe his good fortune. “I’ll leave you at it then Richard,” I tell him, “There's a few berths below to choose from and you can lock the cabin door from inside. “That's jolly decent of you Bernie he say, how can I thank you.” he whispers. “I detest broaching the subject of renumeration but we'll chat again.” Nudge, nudge, wink, wink and he was gone for his oats, quicker than a flash. He didn’t give me a chance to tell him about the mini-cams but ignorance is bliss and what he doesn’t know, won’t bother him for now, let him enjoy himself.

Now I have to digress for a minute to explain how all this came to be. You see there is a right auld unelected bollocks, running Occupied Ireland at the minute, who as some of you might already know has been perverting the course of justice there. Loosing or shredding a Queen's pardon, interning a highly respected Irish woman without trial along with several other political, prisoners of conscience. He's also been torturing her, along with administering considerable cruelty to animals. He fancies himself as bit of a sadistic, Ghengis Khan and he needs sortin.They have a posh, big house in the country in Shropshire I believe, with dogs and horses and all that. I could tell you more but for now, there is this bar-girl sitting on my face.

Right where was I, oh yes, I was on about a bunch of septics riding around somewhere in the South China Sea, having a good time and all that. They aren’t nasty or anything but as some of you will already know, perfdious Albion has some crafty bastards and you couldn’t put anything past them, as my instincts told me a long time ago with my dear friend Richard. Beisdes it wouldn't be wise to go rushing up the Thames with him riding a Galway Whooker protesting torture and internment without trial in British Occupied Ireland, better he go up on his own.

Which brings me back to the first time I met Richard or perhaps I should say his wife. I always enjoyed watching Indonesian women washing clothes, not that I want to piss off any other yachties in marinas of the South China Sea but its a chance to meet my neighbours. So there I was sunning myself on deck, with the women scrubbing away, when an ould english old bag from the next boat, stuck up her blue rinsed head and was waffling on like “Excuse me Paddy but you must realize all this waste, finds it’s way back to our beautiful ecosystem!” “Well yes says I, but you have pissed since you came to this part of the world, have you ?” “Humph, that’s hardly the point, my urine is not the same as your PCBs!.” “Ach, says I that’s why we use organic soap, made with olive oil and a bit of Essex salt mixed in, to help get rid of my underpant's skidmarks.”

I was just going to tell her how ugly she looked, when her old man puts his head above deck with a big Hallo! while getting an eyeful of Pui’s breasts, as she bent over washing her laundry? " Jolly good show" he says. “Yes, I said, a very good show, you should see her pole dancing in my bar at the Jakarta Cock." He gave me a sarcastic smile and goes back to playing with himself or whatever he was at, unaware the trap was set.

“Richard Ainsworth Barclay Q.C. Retired. I used to be a judge.” Bloody hell that was quick, he introduced himself in my place later that evening. “That was a shock seeing you today like that Paddy.” Says the bould judge.“ Call me Bernie. Richard and me, talked about this and about that but mostly, London late sixties early seventies. Boats sailing and the famed Galway Hooker. I notice he was fond of a drop so I ordered another bottle of Jameson.

“You like the Jakarta Cock do you Richard?” “ “Can you keep a secret Bernie?” he says. “Of course I can, between me and you, I have been in places like this more often than I care to mention.” “Really I said?” as I switched on the tape recorder. This will cost you, you Essex bugger. “ I remember the first time I went to a business conference in Hong Kong and some of our chaps wanted a bit of sport, if you know what I mean.” “To see some of the dens of iniquity in the red light and that? Dipped your wick did you?” I said “Oh yes indeed, Bernie old boy. Of course one thing lead to another and to be frank with you, I acquired a taste for it.” “Its been known to happen Richard, just like myself, really.” so on he went.

I let Richard talk as he had so much stuff dammed up inside him and as I was his new best mate who would listen and understand. Inevitably he came to mention my crew. “I must say Bernie, those are saucy little foxes on your boat. You’re lucky, I’m stuck with Dora.” “Yes Richard, I noticed, I'll tell you what, I can fix you up with one of them in the next few days, if you fancy it. Just give me your number and I'll give you a buzz when the coast is clear ” “Muahaha ! Nice one Bernie,” “ Richard, I’ll arrange it, you can have a sandwich if you like!. They like it that way, a change is as good as rest. You can borrow on of my cabins on my boat."

Now this was the nicest thing to happen to Richard for some time. While he was wondering if he could get away with his legal mind at work. I gave him a call next day when Dora was out of the way, as he replied. “That's awfully decent of you Bernie. No problem Rich, bring herself if you like.” knowing full well she had gone out and that was the last thing he wanted. Like I said I got him over to my Galway Whoreker and there he is bangin away below deck. Somebody’s going to get a nasty shock when they find out they will have to single-handedly take my Galway Whoreker up the Thames for an Olympic Protest. 

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OLYMPIC LONDON TORTURES BRITISH OCCUPIED IRELAND

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“There are praises of flowers who epitomise the unconquerable spirit of Irish womanhood. Let no man dare to scorn these women and let your weeds of indifference and sleeping roses blush in everlasting shame.”—Bobby Sands

Marian Price has been politically interned now without trial in British Occupied Ireland for over 1 year in almost total solitary confinement. After previously been force fed 400 times by the British while on 200 days of hunger strike, Marian now has very serious health problems and is in considerable constant pain, as result of her previous treatment. She is now has to be moved in a wheel chair and the doctors say she should either be in a hospital or at home. The British autocrat has instructed loyalist prisoners to bang on the walls of her prison all night and shout Loyalist slogans in support of the queen so that she cannot sleep.She had previously received a Royal pardon which would mean she should be released immediately, the British now say they have lost it. 

The UN special rapporteur on torture recently called for solitary confinement to be banned in all but 'exceptional circumstances' and that it never to last more than 15 days. The British are also ignoring the first Geneva Convention of 1864 in the treatment of Marian, as per her injuries from their previous torture. Despite a court ordering her release, this political internment ordered by an un-elected Englishman in Ireland, is administered using deprivation techniques, banned by the European Court in Strasbourg, where Britain was found guilty of torture in British Occupied Ireland.

We call on everyone to boycott the London Olympics and all of its sponsors !

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GREENWASHED COCKNEY OLYMPRICKS

The Olympic Games have prostituted themselves to be the most effective marketing platform in the world, to billions of consumers, in more than 200 countries around the world. Money generated by business partnerships, amounts to over 40% of Olympic revenue. In exchange sponsorship, companies get marketing rights in territories, category with various Olympic logos and images.

The following companies are TOP Partners for the London 2012 Olympic Games. McDonalds, Coca-Cola, Adidas, Panasonic, Acer, Atos, Dow, GE, Omega, Proctor & Gamble, Samsung, VISA and Nike. Organisers in London along with the International Olympic Committee, are policing everything to protect more than 53 sponsors and partners from locall business. Businesses who did not pay sponsorship from £5 million to £100 million are policed out by officials.

Small businesses with venues in east London, won't be allowed to operate normally, with one owner saying, "What they talked about was winning the Olympic bid based on diversity, support for the local area and support for the local businesses, but we've been shut out." While the Olympics are accused of using the Games to "greenwash" unethical corporations who sponsor.

The Olympic so-called TOP sponsors, pay a minimum of $100m each for 10-year contracts, while Tier One sponsors for London alone. have paid £40m each. London 2012 organizers, have raised £700m locally. Dow's sponsorship is controversial, as campaigners claim it has debts because of its1984 Bhopal disaster in India, which killed 20,000 people. Recently protesters led by MPs, including London mayor candidate Ken Livingstone, have many more grievances. BP is also a target of protest groups, which includes the UK Tar Sands Network who believe the extraction of polluting tar sands, combined with the Deepwater Horizon disaster, make BP "one of the least sustainable companies on earth".

Rio Tinto using metal from their controversial Utah mine make the medals, while being the number one emitter of toxins, known to harm human health. Greenwash Gold 2012 Campaign has condemned multinational sponsors such as BP, Rio Tinto and Dow Chemical Company, paying huge sums to become Olympic sponsors, stressing these three companies alone, have caused environmental degradation, damaged public health and failed to clean up their pollution.


London's Orwellian Blood Olympics carry criminal sanctions, for violating the exclusivity of elite sponsors' brands, with special hit  squads of "brand police" forcing pubs to take down signs of free TV viewing, to removing stickers with the brand-names other than those products made by the games' sponsors. The special hit  squads of "brand police" are also sending takedown notices to YouTube and Facebook of anything related to occupied Ireland, political prisoners of conscience, internment without trial or games visitors, who have the cheek to post personal images for friends to see. These rules have been made criminal ones, so violating the sponsors means the "brand police" will probabaly end up imprisoning restless Londoner natives.

Images or words suggesting a link with the Games is also criminal. Any two from the following list: Games, Two Thousand and Twelve, 2012, Twenty-Twelve combined with London, medals, sponsors, summer, gold, silver or bronze is another likely term of imprisonment. London's Olympic bid insisted on these restrictions to get sponsors, making promises to restrict free speech and personal expression. As Olympic sponsors insist on even more restrictions and surveillance than the previous games, suggesting a promise in the near future to imprison all non-attendees and permanently tattoo sponsors' logos such as McDonalds, Coca-Cola, the British Crown on the faces and chests of all those non-ticket-buyers from British Occupied Ireland.

London Olympics claim to be the greenest ever, has been dismissed vehemently as “corporate spin” by human rights groups, who launched a campaign against the toxic blood sponsors. Aside from the British Empire itself being accused of crimes against humanity in Occupied Ireland, Meredith Alexander the Olympics “ethics tsar” has resigned in opposition to the chemical firms’ who sponsor and will lead human rights activists from the United States, Canada, India, Ireland which is gathering international momentum. She said Britain has broken its promise to be the greenest games ever, by picking toxic sponsors such as Dow one of the most polluted sites on the planet; a major mining polluter, Rio Tinto and BP who are involved in the dirtiest form of oil. BP was responsible for the oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico, in Alberta, Canada a carbon intensive operation, polluting and damaging the eco system.

There is nothing green about the Bloody London Olympics, certainly not from any real Irish people left in Occupied Ireland, Britain has more political prisoners of conscience per head of the population than China and it certainly engages in more fascist censorship, than the People Republic or even Hitler's Nazi book burners of Munich ever did. NO ! the whole corporate set up and Orwellian backdrop of the London Olympics is bloody indeed.