The real world and the one the media sell you.
Once more, the BBC show their colours with a tiny article about their Journalists' favourite tipple.
It always makes me smile when I read or watch the established broadcasting company report on the day-to-day lives
of those -they believe, are the average person in the street.
You know the ones, people who's daughter is always complaining about the height of the fence around her a horse's
paddock and the tribulations of their effeminate son who went to University to research Phallic Studies and how to be
successful in Surf Science and Technology, those ones.
Of course, the ideal student to interview is the customary ginger-haired black lesbian in a wheelchair and for that,
the BBC's Diversity Department comes in handy with a scripted recollection of her University days that involved
oppression from 'Mr. Whitey' and his bullying rapist-friends.
Your God -Hecate, will be so proud.
Anyway... rant aside, here's a stunted article that sadly, reveals to the Millennials that borders are real and we have
officials who patrol them. It dampens the screams of the EU 'Freedom-Unicorn' mantra, but I'm sure when the weather
gets better, there'll be a protest in London to cheer-up the elite-sheep again.
Importing... that's a euphemism the BBC slyly slip in there to lessen the guilt of politicians and Journalists (can you seriously
tell the difference anymore?).The Bourgeoisie, those who believe adult recreation shouldn't be mixing with riff-raff at the local
Public House or Bar, but instead, prefer yukking it up in a stylish apartment in the capital with nose-candy purchased over
county lines.
Gee thanks BBC, I'm sure the magically-appearing cocaine has no origin-history you can report on!
I'm sure it wouldn't have been a good idea for the author and the Police to ask the Chipping Norton crowd who ordered
this massive delivery.
Maybe answers could come from questioning the down-trodden black juveniles -who cut and re-package the stuff in Leeds
and then drive it southwards in their oppressed BMWs...? Just a suggestion.
In order to fill out this article, I'm surprised the BBC didn't lean on the complexion of this truck driver, although it's becoming
'problematic' these days, as many are starting to realise that when the MSM say 'white male', what they really mean is centrist
working-class English, middle-American men who can shave.
That way, they could still signal to their waning audience that they're trendy and still not leave their desks and venture out into
the barren wasteland north of Watford.
But you can't poo-poo Europe, you can't insult the place where many Journalists' families have their summer home and where
they struggle to understand why the plebeians can't appreciate wines from the Loire Valley.
The inaccurately-assuming thoroughbred media dying, they're hemorrhaging customers and losing their septum as well.
Once more, the BBC show their colours with a tiny article about their Journalists' favourite tipple.
It always makes me smile when I read or watch the established broadcasting company report on the day-to-day lives
of those -they believe, are the average person in the street.
You know the ones, people who's daughter is always complaining about the height of the fence around her a horse's
paddock and the tribulations of their effeminate son who went to University to research Phallic Studies and how to be
successful in Surf Science and Technology, those ones.
Of course, the ideal student to interview is the customary ginger-haired black lesbian in a wheelchair and for that,
the BBC's Diversity Department comes in handy with a scripted recollection of her University days that involved
oppression from 'Mr. Whitey' and his bullying rapist-friends.
Your God -Hecate, will be so proud.
Anyway... rant aside, here's a stunted article that sadly, reveals to the Millennials that borders are real and we have
officials who patrol them. It dampens the screams of the EU 'Freedom-Unicorn' mantra, but I'm sure when the weather
gets better, there'll be a protest in London to cheer-up the elite-sheep again.
Quote:Lorry driver jailed over £3m Humber port drugs find.
'A Dutch lorry driver who smuggled cocaine through a port in Lincolnshire has been jailed for 10 years.
Hendrik van der Genugten, 40, was stopped at the Humberside Sea Terminal in North Killingholme on 9 May
after arriving from the Netherlands.
Hendrik van der Genugten and his 'imported' swag.
Border Force officers discovered 35kg of the drug worth an estimated £3m hidden in his vehicle's rear doors.
Van der Genugten pleaded guilty at Leeds Crown Court to importing drugs...'
Importing... that's a euphemism the BBC slyly slip in there to lessen the guilt of politicians and Journalists (can you seriously
tell the difference anymore?).The Bourgeoisie, those who believe adult recreation shouldn't be mixing with riff-raff at the local
Public House or Bar, but instead, prefer yukking it up in a stylish apartment in the capital with nose-candy purchased over
county lines.
Quote:'...Greg McKenna from the National Crime Agency said: "Organised crime groups involved in drug trafficking need peopleBBC:
like Hendrik van der Genugten to move their product across international borders.
"Professional enablers like him provide an important link in the criminal chain that brings cocaine to the UK."...'
Gee thanks BBC, I'm sure the magically-appearing cocaine has no origin-history you can report on!
I'm sure it wouldn't have been a good idea for the author and the Police to ask the Chipping Norton crowd who ordered
this massive delivery.
Maybe answers could come from questioning the down-trodden black juveniles -who cut and re-package the stuff in Leeds
and then drive it southwards in their oppressed BMWs...? Just a suggestion.
In order to fill out this article, I'm surprised the BBC didn't lean on the complexion of this truck driver, although it's becoming
'problematic' these days, as many are starting to realise that when the MSM say 'white male', what they really mean is centrist
working-class English, middle-American men who can shave.
That way, they could still signal to their waning audience that they're trendy and still not leave their desks and venture out into
the barren wasteland north of Watford.
But you can't poo-poo Europe, you can't insult the place where many Journalists' families have their summer home and where
they struggle to understand why the plebeians can't appreciate wines from the Loire Valley.
The inaccurately-assuming thoroughbred media dying, they're hemorrhaging customers and losing their septum as well.
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