Friday, June 05, 2020

WHY ARE GARTH AND DAVID ICKE SUCH RANCID PIECES OF SHIT?


When anti-war, anti-racism activist Owen Jones was violently assaulted by neo-Nazi Chelsea football thugs, alleged comedian Alistair Williams mocked Jones in a video, and questioned if the assault actually happened. Garth Icke posted on DavidIcke.com that video of Williams mocking Jones.

And when my sister's house was professionally burgled for 2 external storage devices, Garth mocked me using data hacked from my personal computer.

And that is after I donated about £1000 in total to David Icke's defence fund for his IP case in the mid-2000s. And also after I was one of just a handful defending and promoting Icke and his controversial ideas and work.

As I type this I'm watching/listening to Icke's latest dot connector, this week on BLM and riots. It is introduced again by...da dah...GARTH ICKE!!

It is clear that daddy Dave is handing over control of the Icke Media Empah to far-right thug Garth.

While David appears on bona fide extreme rightist Zionist U S Military Intelligence propaganda asset Infowars to promote himself, Garth promotes extreme rightist Zionist U S Military Intelligence propaganda asset Paul Joseph Watson.

And I strongly suspect that they all know who burgled my sister's house.

Why are they all such rancid pieces of shit?

But in particular the Ickes? After all I did for Dave in the 2000s described above.

Now I will not mourn David Icke's death.

Nor will I applaud or promote far-right thug Garth when he takes over.

I have done nothing to them nor said anything bad or derogatory about them until Garth mocked me after my sister's house was professionally burgled. They declared war on me. Not t'other way round.

Nor did I declare war on the Bolton Monarchy. I asked them over 2 years, each time nicely and politely, for some help and advice (which was not given) and for my work I had sent for free to be deleted (it wasn't). I call that being mugged off.

Nor did I declare war on the intels who decided to first stalk and then zap me over a period of nearly 7 years from summer 1998 to spring 2005.

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