Who are these men of lust, greed and glory?
Rip off the masks and let's see.
Boomer, Biker & Prog lover. I worry for my Grandkids future in this crazy world.
@SaulStaniforth A total rehearsed word salad from a puppet mouthed gobshite who’d be better suited serving Stotty Cakes and Pease Pudding from a Roker chippy.
@keithapearson Pochin! Trip to Ireland, this old guy in a bar up in mountains gave me a pop bottle full. Made a Sangria out the full bottle and nearly killed the guests of a barbecue that summer!I can still see them all sprawled over the garden. Like watching the Walking Dead as they recovered
@campbellclaret Taking all of that medication has obviously created a chronic onset of amnesia and removed the word irony from your vocabulary. Now stop licking the windows and get upstairs and listen to your tapes!
@NickWestbyNew Great idea but that would be the end of deliveries,Ubers and Taxis. Worth the sacrifice,let’s do it ! Whilst we’re at it could we have a national franchise on “Porkys Pork Products " on every high street along with outdoor Catholic Mass Gatherings (inc Hogroast )
@pnefc He always seems to be the only guy who thinks we’re doing pretty well and just‘not getting the breaks’ . I hope he accepts his dismissal with the same attitude. (He probably will)
Alistair Campbell. You looked in the mirror this morning and saw a moral authority. We looked at your hands and saw the blood of 179 British servicemen.
You tweeted yesterday. Mocking Farage. Mocking Lowe. Mocking Musk. Mocking Robinson. Demanding they comment on police deaths and domestic violence before they comment on migration. You set yourself the judge of who may speak and who must stay silent.
You are not a judge. You are an ex-communication in a suit, put out to pasture.
You thought the deletion worked. The BBC drama suppressed for twenty years. The dossier buried. The Kelly affair whitewashed. The Portland contracts with Qatar and Kazakhstan hidden behind NDAs. You thought we got tired. You thought the six inquiries with zero prosecutions meant the file was closed.
You are running now. We can smell it.
We do not close files. We keep them open. We keep them sharp.
You sit in your studio with Rory Stewart, collecting Chernin Group dollars and Tony Blair's Oracle money, attacking Farage and Musk and Robinson like a protection racket enforcer. "Nasty Nigel." The weekly column. Kevin Maguire at the Mirror still taking your calls, still writing your lines, still pretending he is a journalist when we have the Smeargate receipts.
Did you think we filed those away, Alistair? Did you think the hands were clean, Alistair?
They think the curtains are drawn. They think we cannot see them shaking. Poor things. We see the whole playground.
You lecture Musk about megalomania from a studio funded by Oracle blood money. You sneer at Farage and Lowe from a sofa paid for by Qatar's missing millions. You mock Robinson while your own son's fraud investigation sits in a Metropolitan Police file.
The glass house is cracking, Alistair. The stones are coming back.
Here is what you need to understand, Alistair. We are the ones you do not know. The silent ones. The file-keepers. The ones who remember Dr Kelly while you remember your podcast download numbers. The ones who track the Portland contracts while you track your monthly £100,000. The ones who know about the son's fraud investigation while you know about the next GMB booking.
You are not the hunter anymore. You are the hunted.
Burnham will not save you. The podcast will not save you. The mental health shield will not save you.
Your day in court is not a threat. It is a schedule. The laws that exempt you were written by your friends. Those friends are leaving. The new government will not have your back. They will have your file.
Sleep tight, Alistair. The night is long. The file is thick. And we do not get tired.
We get closer.
@campbellclaret@RestIsPolitics Take 6 a day and 2 x 600mg Largactyl with a bottle of single malt and a bottle of Turkish Raki and you should soon be back to your old self sonny. Now run along and we’ll see you soon back at Guild Lodge.