In the Media- No One Can Hear You Scream

The Truth's out there, somewhere, just not on Mainstream Media.

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In the Media- No One Can Hear You Scream

“Even across the water, we hear the lights of “Millbank”- Great Britain’s loosely-titled “Intelligence” MI5 HQ- are burning late into the night… Or is it early morning?

They got away with the Lord Ali, “Non-incident, Incident”. Just. After the Big Beast media owners decided it would be beneficial to their future Knighthoods. Or to their wives’- and or- mistresses’ privacy to “Embrace the compliance”. (Pun intended). Their consensual gagging by an “NDA”. (A High Court, “D-Notice”, Non-Disclosure Order).

“We don’t use that sort of thing, those anymore, Old Boy”, a Chappie from my old Club sneered. As if to say without saying, as the English do, “You’re an American. How could you possibly know anything about anything, anyway?”.…

But The Brits do. They just changed the name on the tin. Or rather the silk panties, ball-gag or whatever the kinky-boot English use nowadays to silence, “Naughty Boys” who, allegedly, set fire to things...

“To lose one Prime Minister may be careless- but two- seems like England is overdue a Revolution” ...

So, the Busy-Bees are, as with Assange, busy scrubbing the Internet of links and rogue pictures that might incriminate HM Government.

“No further mentions desired” of “Gyms in Sydenham”, where part-time “bodybuilder” Roman, our Meaty Boy Ukrainian and accused part-time arsonist, pecked his pecs. When not signed up to a “modelling agency” and working as a “Developer”. (Painter and Decorator).

The Truth’s in there, somewhere. Just not on the BBC. Allegedly.

Instead, they are carefully adding to The Narrative.

“Roman, the disaffected Ukrainian arsonist” ... with “An Uncle fighting on the snowy wastes of the Russian Front...” (Syringed into the UK Telegraph and elsewhere).

But come on guys, the Powers That Be already know The Eds and those Executives “Upstairs” on The Fifth Floor who want a gong (Knighthood). So the lady wife can open the local fete in Sussex as “Lady So and So” … They’ll come to the journalistic heel with a whistle and a tug.

But two mentions of Romeo Roman’s “girlfriend” in one paragraph lacks subtlety. The finesse of a really, good lie. I sometimes wonder, they’re so bad at Propaganda- are they trying a little too hard, not to tell us something they want to tell us?

We- Robert P. The Lawyer and Artusi- often want to tell you the Truth. But OFCOM, the foetid British Government Censor, thinks you’re just mere Voters, Taxpayers and Viewers who pay for their plush offices. They’re not, like Mr. Plod, “Just doing their Job”. Or even upholding The Law. As writer Mark Steyn discovered, they’re just another playground bully pretending it’s not them… It’s your fault you got a bloody nose…

Chairman Lord Grade is a neighbour of, you guessed it- Lord Rothschild. I wonder what gets passed over The Garden Fence?

OfCOM- Gamekeeper Turned Poacher

The official, official Narrative has more holes in it than an Emmental at one of Labour’s “Marxists n Leninists” Cheese and Wine Fondue parties. Like Starmer himself, it doesn’t smell quite right.

How did our Ukrainian national find the one used car in North London that Starmer had sold on “to a friend... er some time ago”…? And a flat, used by the would-be PM until er... “Sometime in the 2000’s”?

Unless he just happened to have been in both, er “sometime before”?

Still. Good Job. B-Minus. Just sprinkle in a few more “Allegedly’s”.

Concocted, we deduce by some pimply Oxford Grad, no doubt on the “SIS Fast-Track” scheme. Who got picked because he mentioned at the “Crisis Team Meeting”, how he “Read some Tolstoy, once. He thinks”.…

Few noticed how they deftly pre-seeded the “Starmer-The-Stud” back-story. (Before our Roman got his firelighters out apparently). Read all about our illustrious PM’s “stormy affair” in the Neolithic Nineties, with a former colleague in “His Chambers”.

Too Hot… “Pre-marital” ... “Fevered Texts” ...

Who else but “Stallion Starmer” would waste time on a “Pre-marital” affair, anyway? Where’s the fun not getting caught, not without your “Superman” boxers?

Ah. Les Anglais. As we say in France, they like to experience Life “with their gloves on” ... And kiss it through a veil...

Others, in darker “Cheltenham” offices- the unpleasantly named “Scrubbers”- are “cleansing” the Internet archive as we speak. Clocking up some nice overtime, erasing “awkward reality”. With the help of tame Execs at Google and Facebook. (No Ex-Deputy PM Clegg to call on Speed-Dial now though). Shucks. Don’t you love “The Special Relationship”, D-Day, all that “stuff” at times like these.

That’s why the weasel-worded, “On-line Safety Bill” isn’t about the “safety” of an 11-year-old being denied access to “Dub-Con An*l Sex Virgin Vid”. (Good). (“Dubious Consent”- for the uninitiated).

Bad- because “Safety” is really about the safety of protecting the incumbent Government, from scrutiny and the ever-diminishing openness of the Internet. It is increasingly, their Internet.

It will be passed- because MPs are distracted by In-boxes, swelling like a Ukrainian would-be Porn Star’s posing pouch, with complaints about Mass Migration in their constituency.

And Finally, Back to the story that never was... a story

The top henchman, “The Enforcer” from “Special Branch” was even called back into London late one night, we’re told.

“Our Mutual Friend” predicts, they’ll all agree to tell “The Truth of the Lie” at the end of the day. As bent Judges, “Coppers” (police) and Barristers know only too well.

The “Substance of the Truth” is, strangely, often more truthful than the Truth itself. (Think Blair and pointless invasions).

If only to protect “The Office of Prime Minister”, “The Crown… National Interest- Et cetera”.

What sort of crummy, Banana Republic country protects, “Et cetera”?

Lowers itself, to become no better than Customer Services for Iran’s Islamic Revolutionary Guard? Little more than a, not-very good, FSB Propaganda Unit?

Nil points.

Come on Great Britain- We Love You. You can do better than that.

Robert P. Is Out There

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