Kicker Conspiracy: Addendum

This week’s dishonourable Great British Bell End Award goes to one Gary Neville.

A big welcome and thank you to all my new subscribers, especially on Substack.

Recorded on Sunday, 12th October, here is a short addendum to the essay, Kicker Conspiracy.

Interestingly enough, it follows directly from the ‘award’ being given to Sir Kweir Stalin, a wee fellow who was filmed in a propaganda conversational piece with this week’s recipient, Gary Neville.

Gary and Kweir: not so much a couple of bookends as a pair of Bell Ends.
Many will look on in askance that such an individual as Neville is provided not only with a variety of media platforms but also an invitation to the WEF event at Davos, earlier this year.
I would posit that Neville is offered these faux ‘trinkets’ on the basis that he is able to string together more sentences than your average footballer (it’s a very low bar) and, as such, is deemed to be an influencer of some scope. However, his role is that of a spunk trumpet– he simply repeats the mantra of his masters, like the compliant half-wit he is and is paid to be.
As such, Neville is the dishonourable recepient of the much-prized Great British Bell End award for this week.

 

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Kicker Conspiracy: Are the jabbed players crocked?

Here is another kicker about football for your consideration.

The essay was originally posted in February, 2025 and has been updated to include a video form.

For the purpose of illustration, the essay uses the unprecedented levels of injuries being experienced by Huddersfield Town but it is reasonable to assert that this is not exclusive to that club and, indeed, is indicative of the illnesses being experienced across society by those who rolled up their sleeves to take the 3 Dart Finish, aka the untested experimental serum contained in the jabbing programme as rolled out from 2021.

Luton Town Football Club proudly proclaimed that all their players had been jabbed and boosted. Subsequently, their captain, Adam Lockyer, suffered 2 heart attacks on the field of play:


Back in 2021, I wrote an essay in which I compared the jabbing of professional footballers with that of a stable owner who buys into the quackery spun to him by a vet and has his valuable horses inoculated with an untested serum which he falsely claims is necessary for their good health.

Let’s be clear before we progress further – any and all ‘inoculations’ with ‘vaccines’ are founded in the keystone quackery of Edward Jenner,

Mass vaccinations of the UK people were carried out in the 1800s, having been ‘invented’ by Edward Jenner,

“Edward Jenner,(17 May 1749 – 26 January 1823) was an English physician and scientist who pioneered the concept of vaccines including creating the smallpox vaccine, the world’s first vaccine.[2][3] The terms vaccine and vaccination are derived from Variolae vaccinae (smallpox of the cow), the term devised by Jenner to denote cowpox. He used it in 1798 in the long title of his Inquiry into the Variolae vaccinae known as the Cow Pox, in which he described the protective effect of cowpox against smallpox.”  Source

“VACCINATION against SMALLPOX or Mercenary & Merciless spreaders of Death & Devastation driven out of society!” Three sinister men carrying bloody knives skulk away in defeat from the heroic Jenner and his allies. The shortest agent of disease grumbles: “Curse on these Vaccinators / we shall all be starved, why Brother I have matter enough here to Kill 50.” The tallest extrapolates: “And those would communicate it to 500 more.” The third, whose knife reads “The curse of human kind”, agrees: “Aye. Aye. I always order them to be constantly out in the air, in order to spread the contagion”. Jenner, brandishing a knife reading “milk of human kindness”, beseeches: “Oh Brothers Brothers, suffer the love of Gain to be Overcome by compassion for your fellow creatures, & do not delight to plunge whole Famileis [sic] in the deepest distress, by the untimely loss of their nearest and Dearest relatives.” A cherub places a wreath on his head while declaring: “The preserver of the Human Race”. A bystander quips “Surely the disorder of the Cow is preferable to that of the Ass.”
 A quack through and through,  Jenner’s small pox serum was based on the fraudulent notion that Mankind is not created in the likeness of his maker, within an avatar that is the vehicle in which we pass through this realm.

Further, it is brain-rinsed into us that we are born as sinners and that our bodies are not closed systems which can only be breached by a direct injection into the veins of a collection of heavy metals, formaldehyde, mercury and some spurious concoction that the pharmaceutical companies fraudulently claim to be the live viruses, and that a little dose of it will kick your immune system into strengthening you against the ‘disease’.

As well as being rooted in quackery, it is a monstrous genocide by needlepoint.

Whilst I have empathy for those who fell for the intense psychological manipulation as spun out through the captured government and the propaganda so complicitly pumped out by the lying mainstream media channels, I maintain that the astonishing levels of gullibility are best explained by stating anyone who took the jab without taking the time to research the demonstrable facts of vaccination is a moron.

A moron can be defined as someone who has made a bad decision based on poor or false information.

Not all of those jabbed footballers will suffer a cardiac arrest but the massive rise in deaths of all athletes, not just footballers, is as plain as the nose on my face.

However, what about those footballers who rolled up their sleeves to take the 3 Dart Finish but, seemingly, have not been hampered by cardio-vascular issues?

A soft tissue injury is

“the damage of muscles, ligaments and tendons throughout the body. Common soft tissue injuries usually occur from a sprain, strain, a one-off blow resulting in a contusion or overuse of a particular part of the body. Soft tissue injuries can result in pain, swelling, bruising and loss of function.”  Source

By way of example, this season, Huddersfield Town Football Club has suffered a long injury list of players who have suffered these types of injuries.

However, not one of them is asking,

“What untested medical intervention was carried out on the population in the last 4 years and could this have had any effect on the players’ health?”

After all, given the nature of the sport,  is it not the case that professional footballers are usually known to have high levels of fitness and endurance?

The following screenshots are from this season (2025/26) and it is manifestly the case that the club is continuing to experience an unprecedented level of injuries to its players. Some of the comments refer to training and/or physio and issues, as if the crisis is a consequence of the staff’s training techniques and/or the fault of the physiotherapists, with others claiming that the medical examinations were at fault for not picking up on any underlying injuries affecting those players who had been recently signed:

My question is this: given these unprecedented levels of injury, could it be the case that the jabbed players have suffered a decline in their bodily health and general levels of athleticism as a consequence of the injections?

From which arises the question, have the players been crocked and what are the implications for the sport?

I would posit that this is most likely and that, by insisting that their prize assets take the needle, the clubs have effectively and most foolishly destroyed the health of their players and that the consequence will be a continued decline in the clubs’ fortunes.

Stupid is as stupid does and the Freemasonic owners of the football clubs have effectively committed a form of harakiri which is defined as,

ritual suicide by disembowelment with a sword, formerly practiced in Japan by samurai as an honourable alternative to disgrace or execution.

ORIGIN

mid 19th century: colloquial Japanese, from hara ‘belly’ + kiri ‘cutting’.

Whilst the vast majority of fans remain in complete willful ignorance of the genocide by needlepoint (even when fellow supporters are experiencing heart attacks in the stands next to them and family members are in poor health), noone will put two and two together and work out the connection between players’ injuries and being in receipt of the experimental serum.

Effectively, the supporters are watching 22 vaccine injured players kicking round a bag of wind on a Freemasonic set and, at some point, the crowds will dwindle as the spectacle of watching the walking dead pass the ball around in triangles becomes a moribund experience in which they have no interest. It is not so much death by a thousand cuts as death by three jabs.

This week’s Great British Bell End is, appropriately enough, a former footballer, Gary Neville who was at the DAVOS gathering of financial controllers and lickspittles last Winter and who has recently taken down a Union Jack that was displayed on the building site he is financing.

 

 


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Kicker Conspiracy: Football is a Freemasonic Game

and the Stadia are Harvesting Energy.

Here’s the kicker: ever since I was a young lad, and that is a long time ago, I have been interested in the sport officially known as Association Football.

Whilst I stopped playing some years ago, my allegiance or support for the Football club known as Huddersfield Town has lingered on to the point where I do, occasionally, watch a live-stream of one of their matches.

The former stadium of Huddersfield Town, demolished in 1994.

I’m not going too far into the how and why I began to support them at an early age. All that needs to be said is that is a familiar tale of a fascination that grew from the moment I went to an evening game under the floodlights at the old Leeds Road stadium (left). As my dad and I emerged to stand on the massive terrace to look down upon the pristine emerald pitch, I was captivated. My allegiance from that point was to the team in blue and white stripes.

On 30th March, 2002, one of the fake royals known ‘affectionately’ (as the sycophantic media would have it) as the Queen Mother died. On 1st April, two days later, I was at a football game between Huddersfield Town and Oldham Athletic. To my great chagrin and disbelief, it was announced that before the game kicked off there would be minute’s silence for her. Of the 14,343 spectators in the ground, I must have been one of a handful who did not stand up when the moment came. None of my companions joined me in remaining seated: each dutifully took to his feet, along with the thousands who did the same. Such deference, particularly en-masse, is an anachronism that may be explained by the levels of media propaganda that the population is subjected to.

It was at that point that any lingering sense of connection or bon-homie with my fellow ‘supporters’ began to wane – fookwittery knows no bounds and its existence amongst millions of football fans has merely deepened down the ensuing years. If you doubt the truth of that comment, then take a look at the number of deaths of professional footballers and fans at games and consider why no one is capable of making the connection between the increase in heart-related issues since the roll out of the deadly injections of a test serum that began in 2021.

Nobody puts two and two together, despite the professional game seemingly plagued by injuries to players who were, for the most part, recipients of the 3 Dart Finish in the form of the experimental serum of death commonly known as the Covid-19|Divoc-91 inoculation. The following quotation is about Tottenham Hotspur FC but could be about many of the clubs who insisted their valuable players took the serum,

“Almost all of Tottenham’s 26-man first team squad were injured at some point in the 2023 Premier League campaign and the 2024 season is not proving to be much better.

Ange Postecoglou had 22 of his players out at some point of the season, with 37 separate injuries recorded overall. In their worst-hit week, Postecoglou had nine players absent as many players suffered more than one injury.”

Nobody notices as fans drop in the stands from heart-attacks, nor, for instance, why the Luton player, Adam Lockyer, had two heart attacks on the field of play or why his football club were so proud of vaccinating their entire playing squad. Lower down the football pyramid, the notorious mass murderer, Dr Jonathan Van Tam, took part in a photo opportunity in which he was seen to be jabbing the players of Boston Utd, with which ‘Dr Death’ has a number of links. Even though nobody within the sport seems to care, let’s get on with the game.

In 2021, I wrote an essay entitled, ‘They shoot, footballers, don’t they?’ in which I questioned exactly why the various football clubs (I don’t know if it was all) took such a risk to their prized assets’ heath by having them play Russian Roulette with the vile vials.

My conclusion was that football clubs are just like any other organisation – whether of the state or corporate worlds – they are populated by arrogant morons who, when it boils down to it, know fook all about the nature of this reality but almost everything there is to know about finance (though not its monetary mechanics).

Who is being played?

Whether the individual is one of the 22 (a popular freemasonic number) on the pitch or one of the thousands in the stadium, he is being played.

By which I mean that he is being used for various purposes.

The first purpose is to generate and then harvest his energy by way of currency (‘money’ or, more accurately, ‘credits’).

As always, it is important to consider the narratives that are offered up concerning the origins of the regulated game of football,

“The origins of modern soccer came from English and Scottish villages. Mob football probably started as a way of celebrating a military victory, as early as the Viking period. The game consisted of crowds madly attempting to get an inflated pig’s bladder from one goal to the other, and apparently anything shy of actually murdering each other was permitted. The game was eventually outlawed, but it evolved into an only slightly less violent version for another five centuries.

In the 1820s, the game became popular at English boys’s schools like Eton, Harrow, Rugby and Westminster, without the murderous intent. Each school developed its own rules, and the game was played in a field with no boundaries.

Association football was born in 1863 at the Freemason’s Arms Pub near London’s Covent Garden, at 81-82 Long Acre. Six meetings were held at the pub to decide on rules and structure, and the meetings ended with a split between the new Football Association (“soccer” is said to be a truncated version of “association”) and the proponents of different rules that became rugby.

The Freemason’s Arms pub was built in 1860 and is still open today. It began life as the Freemason’s Tavern, which originally stood where the United Grand Lodge of England’s New Connaught Rooms are today on Great Queen Street. London’s Freemasons’ Hall is literally right across the street.” source

Competitors from the opposing teams, the Up’ards and the Down’ards, reach for the ball during the annual Royal Shrovetide Football Match in Ashbourne, northern England, on February 28, 2017.
The mass-participation ball game involves two teams, whose players are defined by which side of a small brook that bisects the town they were born, aiming to score a goal, which are some three miles apart. The game, which has very few rules, is played over two 8 hour periods on Shrove Tuesday and Ash Wednesday. Royal Shrovetide Football is believed to have been played annually in Ashbourne since 1667.

Therefore, it is plain to state that the game of football, in its original form(s), was largely a free-for-all in which there were virtually no rules – you could kick the ball, hold it, punch it, throw it, wrestle it from your opponent but the object was always to get it over a line and score a goal.

The remnants of this original form of the game can be see to this day, as, for example, in the Derbyshire town of Ashbourne and its Shrove Tuesday match between the townsmen (see image above).

If we take the divide and rule tactic of Freemasonry – as exemplified by it set-square and compass symbol:

Elon Musk’s X platform’s freemasonic logo.

we instantly note that this juncture of the two is exactly the X logo of Elon Musk’s ‘twitter/X’ social media platform (above). From which it would seem logical to state that the regulated sport of Association Football was created by the captured operation that is Freemasonry and that X is also a Freemasonic platform.

Mind control of the people is and has always been the aim as has the control of the masses by regulation of the currency (money, or more accurately, credit creation), but how many stop to contemplate the fact that, as with every mechanism of control – education, the media, the health system, geopolitics et al – there is also an energetic transfer or harvesting taking place?

The huge amounts of credit that swirl around the professional sport of football are manifestly proof of the fact that it is ultimately controlled and utilised by the hidden financiers who run the governments – all dominated by freemasonry. Another consideration is the amount of money the average fan spends in support of his club for season tickets, refreshments and all forms of merchandise, all of which is, in and of itself, an energetic harvesting – a redirecting of currency into the pockets of the  approved wealthy owners and their creditors.

The Field of play.

A key aspect of the regulated sport of football began when the ‘Brethren’, using a set square and compass, drew up the field markings and pitch dimensions on which the game was to be played and to which any and all football teams had to agree to. Given the fact we live in a simulated constructed, it logicaly follows that we are in an informed field, which we are able to tap into. This is sometimes called the Akashic record.

Interestingly, the field is often referred to as the pitch, the main definition of which is,

1 | piCH |
noun
1 the quality of a sound governed by the rate of vibrations producing it; the degree of highness or lowness of a tone: a car engine seems to change pitch downward as the vehicle passes you.

a standard degree of highness or lowness used in performance: the guitars were strung and tuned to pitch. See also concert pitch.

Middle English (as a verb in the senses ‘thrust (something pointed) into the ground’ and ‘fall headlong’): perhaps related to Old English picung ‘stigmata

In the linked video at the foot of this article the point is made that there is a geometrical dimension to the markings and that, when expanded into 3D, a pyramid appears. In an informed field symbols proliferate. This is how the resultant geometrical shapes may be used to affect the field of play. The video explains it very well and for that reason, I would recommend watching it for a deeper explanation than I offer here.

The field markings can be visualised to reveal a 3D pyramid.
The stadium is like a stargate – a circle around a pyramid.

Every game has an atmosphere generated by the polarity of the two sets of supporters and this, as the game unfolds, is intensified to produce a swing-o-meter of emotions – an energetic field like that between the positive and negative poles of a battery or a magnetic field.

The larger the crowd in attendance, the greater this field and the more intense it becomes by way of the stadium design and shape around which the energy flows.

Whilst I appreciate this may seem a preposterous suggestion, could it be that this energy is being harvested/collected as an energetic offerering in an esoteric ritual to the false god of freemasonry, Jabalon?

The passions generated by the ‘great’ game and its false rivalries are another aspect of this – but the fighting fans of yesteryear were, more or less, curtailed from there activities, at least inside the grounds, when all-seater stadia were introduced after the engineered deaths of 96 fans at Hillsborough, Sheffield in 1986. All-seating stadia was always about control – a heaving mass of supporters on the terracing being far more unpredictable than stands of individually allocated seating. The theatres of football thus became more genteel, more diluted and more easily surveilled by the burgeoning proliferation of CCTV.

The effect of which was to remove the boisterousness (and unchanelled energy) of the fans – an aspect which was referred to by some as the gentrification of the game. This continues asunder with Everton Football Club’s new ground built at Liverpool docks being but the latest example:

Everton FC’s new ground – notice the circuit like structure and the fact that there is water on 3 sides.
Notice the juxtaposition of the old world architecture alongside the inferior new construct.

This gentrification was, of course, the intention behind the codifying of football through the regulation of the field of play and the new rules that were introduced by the self-appointed and still-dominant freemasonic overlords who took over the game in the 1860s.

There is, of course, nothing new in this – stadia, in the form of amphitheatres and colosseums, have existed for millennia and invariably were but earlier incarnations of the Bread and Circuses that were specifically deployed as a means of mass-distraction and to divide and rule the populace- as symbolised by the square and compass of freemasonry.

The question that arose for me was what would finally break any lingering interest I have in the sport?

The realisation that it is but one gigantic means of stealing one’s attention as well as one’s moneys is certainly a factor in the decimation of my fondness for the game. However, the final nail in the coffin of my false attachment has been the discovery that not only is the professional game a circus show of distraction, featuring highly-paid (credited) athletes and a time-proven tool for the divide and conquer modus operandi (MO) of those who manipulate Mankind’s minds but that it is also, in all likelihood, directly linked and in service to the Freemasonic false deity they call Jabalon. After all, why would I wish to give any of my attention to  thought form of a fake god who purports to rule this world?

Just as with everything in this realm that is good, the Freemasonic sorcerers have inverted the game of football, regulated it and used it for a massive energy extraction. If that knowledge does not sever any lingering interest I had, then I don’t know what will.


 

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Further reading: https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3308796/Freemasons-Utd.html
https://masonry101.com/english-footballs-ties-with-freemasonry/

Further viewing – this video, by Michelle Gibson and Chad Williams, explores the notion that the energy of the spectators is being generated and harvested and that the suggestion by the character Morpheus in the Matrix  that humans are being used as batteries may relate to the ways in which all spectator sports have a field of play whose dimensions are of a sacred geometrical pattern that creates such an energy flow as may be observed between magnetic polarities and the electrical fields of batteries.

 


 

Spring In the Trap

Spring has sprung – the daffodils stand tall, blossom trees proliferate and the pussy willow springs into languid attention.

However, there is another Spring who operates in marked contrast to her seasonal nom de plume.  Marianna Spring’s output is of a withering quality that reflects the fatal lack of critical thinking which is ever more prevalent at the BBC as it sinks further into the swamp of its own feminised disinformation.

One consequence of the feminisation of the National Curriculum, as propagated by the state’s indoctrination centres of miseducation, is that those who can swallow the prescribed politically correct disinformation and regurgitate it ad nauseum are invariably and inevitably females. These useful idiots are then trafficked through further tunnels of state-sanctioned mind-control to become over-represented in positions of so-called authority. They are not there because of their critical thinking skills or artistic talents. Throughout their miseducation, they have been rewarded and applauded for their ability to mimic word-perfectly the scripted realities they have been given. They’ve acquired these jobs on ‘merit’, for sure but where is the actual merit in simply being able to report the lies, frauds and propaganda of the state?

Without the ability of critical analysis, every utterance, each article and empty pronouncement that comes from these faux journalists reveals them as intellectually bereft.

On the simple basis that we are in the midst, as ever, of a propaganda war in which the truth is inverted, along with the language, and that the enemies of the truth invariably accuse others of that which they are engaging in, let’s take a closer look at Spring’s output.

TRUTH AGAINST THE WORLD

Indeed, such is the web of lies that infests the reality tunnels these individuals inhabit, they become hopelessly entrenched in the mud piles of disinformation that they purportedly rail against.

How ironic it is that in times like these, the enemies of the truth falsely accuse others of doing exactly what they are doing: spreading disinformation. One such proponent goes by the name of Marianna Spring.

Is it fair to state that Marianna Spring does exactly what she is employed to do – spread disinformation?

Her failed hit piece on the widely-respected investigative journalist and film maker, Richard D. Hall is a disgraceful affair. By her own admittance, Richard politely declined her offer of being interviewed for the Panorama programme on the Manchester Arena False Flag. However, this did not stop her from scuttling down to Merthyr Tydfil to door-step him at his humble market stall and falsely accuse him of causing harm to the alleged victims of the false flag when all he had done was to apply his exemplary critical thinking skills to question a narrative that, ultimately, has more holes in it than a string vest.

How ironic that she moans about “trolls” when her behaviour in this instance alone amounts to a level of trolling of Richard that borders on stalking and harassment. The irony is most delicious when one realises that her job at the Bread Beer Circus (BBC) is  that of “BBC Disinformation and social media correspondent”. Every thing in this simulacrum of lies is 180’ from the truth and when we reposition it correctly, it is evident her role is to spread the Disinformation of the BBC across the social media. Laugh? I nearly passed my toffees round.

In the interests of critical thinking, there now follows a critique of her latest hit-piece in which she bemoans the current state of the notoriously controlled Twitter platform, of which ‘Elon Musk’ is nominally in-charge.

The heading of her article sets the tone,

“How Elon Musk’s tweets unleashed a wave of hate”

It is, of course, a form of clickbait – a dramatic phrase which, upon inspection, is but mere empty rhetoric.

The celebrity name pulls in the interested reader whilst the hyperbolic language verges on the apocalyptic. However, does it actually mean anything?

What is the definition of ‘hate’ ?

verb [with object]
feel intense or passionate dislike for (someone): the boys hate each other | he was particularly hated by the extreme right.
• have a strong aversion to (something): he hates flying | [with infinitive] : I’d hate to live there.
• [with infinitive] used politely to express one’s regret or embarrassment at doing something: I hate to bother you.
• [no object] (hate on) informal express strong dislike for; criticize or abuse: I can’t hate on them for trying something new.
noun
intense or passionate dislike: feelings of hate and revenge.
• [as modifier] denoting hostile actions motivated by intense dislike or prejudice: a hate campaign.

In this case, Spring is using it as noun but, ultimately, it is a vague expression and as there is no factual method of measuring it or truly identifying it in a quantifiable sense, iIt amounts to nothing. It is literally meaningless.

The nonsense is compounded by the expression “unleashed a wave” – according to her, there has been a tsunami of that which cannot be measured. Of course, all she is doing here is wrongly accusing those who see through her nonsense and challenge it as being full of “intense or passionate dislike” of her. In fact, it may well be the case that such is the over-inflated sense of her own self-worth and the ‘heroic’ job she is dong that she truly does believe her critics have strong feelings towards her that are negative. I suspect that the vast majority of people are actually the opposite, being merely indifferent to her. I put myself in that camp – she is someone who I am completely disinterested in. However, if you put yourself on a fake pedestal as the embodiment of virtue and correct discernment, you are there to be criticised. In other words, if you are going to act as self-righteous, make sure you are morally and factually correct. After all, it’s surely better to keep your mouth closed and have people think you’re a fool than open it and prove that you are.

The opening paragraph of her article further establishes the hollow quality of her rhetoric. She claims to have completed,

my investigation into whether Twitter can protect users”

But, protect users from what exactly? Challenges to the misrepresentations you put out in your role as an agent of ‘Disinformation’?

Next, she claims

hate is thriving under Twitter’s new owner. Current and former Twitter employees told me “nobody is taking care of” features designed to protect users from hate and harm.”

Once again, we come back to the use of the vague blanket term, ‘hate’ but now she introduces ‘harm’, thereby asserting that actual harm is being caused. It is, of course, utter codswallop that words in Tweets actually cause some kind of detriment to the well-being of the reader.

Whilst I’m on this subject, my old mate’s daughter is, unfortunately, perhaps, about to complete an English degree in Sheffield and he told me last Friday that whenever the word “nigger” is used in a work of literature and is being read out by the lecturer, he/she censors themselves, as a departmental policy, and will use the expression, “the N word”.

When emotional attachments are thus placed on language rather than context and reason, we are in a feminised state and this is a further example of what I referred to earlier as the feminisation of education, of which Spring is a product.

She continues mining this seam of fool’s gold to over-emphasise her position, particularly when she continues the metaphor and claims a further ‘tidal wave’ resulted which was a direct consequence of Musk’s tweets as they “unleashed a torrent of abuse against me from other users”.

She evidently likes the image of hate as some kind of angry body of water which gets unleashed over her. In fact, on the simple basis that my indifference to this priestess of disinformation is genuine and I have grown tired of reading any more of her empty cuntwaffle, I’ll stop there.

When the entirety of what she writes is based on repeating the spurious outpourings of her MI5 handlers and the actual deployment of the disinformation she is supposedly railing against, it is clear that Spring has sprung the very trap she finds herself in.

All of which reminds of two expressions,

If you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen”

and,

Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.”

Conclusion: being based on an incorrect use of grammar and semantics, and, coloured by a deeply misplaced self-righteousness, the superficiality of Spring’s writings and her unethical journalistic practices results in the article collapsing in on itself under the vast weight of its lugubrious nonsense.


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