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The cess pit

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Like turds steaming in an open sewer under a boiling sun, Epstein and the pakistani grooming gangs are starting to stink as they are caught under the spotlight of the internet.

It seems that everyone that is anyone had a little poke in Epstein’s dirty pie. What a filthy, sex obsessed, paedophile pig of a man he was. Much worse than most of us ever realised and yet didn’t the elites just love him? Gratuitous debauchery available to the favoured ones whilst the rest of were struggling with the mundane daily grind. It’s erupting now though and I’m drooling in anticipation as each name emerges from the cesspool, gets gingerly plucked out and then flicked in disgust to the top of every newspaper.

Shame they aren’t so interested in Rupert Lowe’s crowdsourced grooming gang inquiry. I imagine they are running scared of reporting. The stink of shit runs so deep into the very foundations of our country. Government, police and the social services are all mired in the racist rape, abuse and exploitation of thousands of vulnerable white girls and their families.

And the why is implausible: to keep an invasive cult of inbred, peado worshiping, women hating, dog hating, non muslim hating, alcohol hating, pork hating, benefit loving, illegally multi wifed, money laundering, drug dealing, hypocritical filth; happy and voting labour.

It’s fine though because on a daily basis we allow hundreds of the same to arrive on our shores. The guy in the audience that asked a labour politician how they intended to service the sexual needs of 600 new young male migrants to the town of course refused to answer. At my age I know that all governments are self serving and useless but this labour party are comedy gold.

If only their job wasn’t so important.

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