Have you told your beautiful daughter in law how you much of a Scumbag you are and how you striped me naked one night and stared at me then put me to my bed, or how about the time some lads went to France you had me on the bus floor with your foot on my neck most of the way there what about all them times you dragged me up to the top unit for no reason and dragged me about twisting my arm up my back sitting on me you scumbag I'm not a little kid any more Mr Butcher I'm not making any threats to you but I want to talk to you and look you in the eye and ask why you did what you did to me let's see if you are brave enough now to do that to me you Fucking POS BASTARD you will pay for what you did to me You Cunt
@JohnBut50421204@StirlingCouncil Hey, John Butcher you know who this is? remember Slim? that stupid name you gave me back in the day! Yes I haven't forgotten what you did to me. you will pay a heavy price my man;)
I'm not a little kid any more I want to meet you ASAP phone me 07519554817
Oh, do piss off, you preposterous, irrelevant old cunt.
There you are again, Alastair Campbell, 67-year-old Blair-era spin-doctor relic, still strutting through Krakow airport and Kyiv hotel lobbies like some self-appointed global statesman, tweeting selfies about Brexit queues and hyping your dreary podcast with Gavin Newsom as if the plebs are hanging on every word. “Trump was boring,” you sneer, while peddling the same threadbare propaganda passed down from the puppet masters who’ve been running the show since the Wedgwood days. How utterly, pathetically predictable.
You, sir, are the original architect of the most shameless lies in modern British history. The Dodgy Dossier, that squalid little forgery you personally oversaw, sexing up intelligence to drag us into the catastrophic Iraq War. Hundreds of thousands dead, trillions wasted, and for what? So Tony Blair could play world policeman while you spun the whole bloody mess as “truth.” Even now you refuse to call it the lie it was. Classic Campbell: never wrong, always the victim, forever rewriting history from your comfortable perch.
And let’s not forget the fresh family whiff clinging to you like cheap cologne, that delightful little scandal involving your maths-whizz son Rory and his collapsed football betting syndicate. Up to £10 million vanished from investors, police sniffing around, Serious Fraud Office murmurs, and there’s dear old Dad helping draft the excuses and roping in Lord Falconer for damage limitation. How very New Labour. The apple never falls far from the tree of sleaze.
But the truly filthy stain, the one you and your fellow travellers still desperately try to scrub away is the grooming gangs. Rotherham, Rochdale, Telford: thousands of working-class British girls systematically raped and trafficked while your beloved Labour councils, police, and media machine looked the other way for fear of “racism.” On your precious podcast you and Rory Stewart still downplay it as a “dog whistle,” sneering at anyone demanding a proper national inquiry. Victims be damned. You were part of the very establishment that enabled the rape gangs, protected the perpetrators, and betrayed the daughters of the people you claim to champion. A fully paid-up member of that rotting clique of politicians who sacrificed children on the altar of multiculturalism and “community cohesion.”
You’re not some wise elder statesman, Campbell. You’re a washed-up spinner, a has-been who helped turn the Labour Party into a metropolitan elite plaything, then spent the next two decades lecturing the rest of us about “truth” while your own hands drip with the consequences of your lies. An ageing, out-of-touch propagandist whose entire career has been one long exercise in gaslighting the British people.
So spare us the airport selfies and podcast plugs, you senile servant of the same puppet masters who’ve led this country into managed decline. The decrepit old tree is creaking louder than ever. Branches are snapping all around you. And how perfectly, wickedly satisfying it will be when your bloated one finally cracks and crashes into the dirt.
Now crawl back to your hotel lobby, old boy. The adults are talking.
Britain First. No Surrender.🦁🇬🇧
It’s like watching a scene from Educating Yorkshire…
Jess Phillips, Minister for Safeguarding and Violence Against Women, is on her phone while another minister is highlighting how to protect children…
Should phones be banned in Parliament, just like they are in schools?
🚨BREAKING: INTERPOL RED NOTICE ISSUED FOR LABOUR MP TULIP SIDDIQ BY BANGLADESH
Tulip Siddiq has now been CONVICTED in Bangladesh for corruption charges in her absence.
Another friend of Starmer
Another Labour MP
Another disgrace to Britain
SEND HER BACK TO BANGLADESH