#liebour

[reform-official]

Here at Reform plc we were shocked and horrified to hear about the arson attack on a number of Ambulances.

Destroying the NHS is our job.

[reform-official]

If you're not prepared to say the good Lord's prayer or sing our nation's anthem then go home.

[reform-official]

People are making a big fuss about Plain Cymru in Wales but don't forget Reform Plc. came from nothing and took 34 seats while those sheep shaggers barely gained 20.

Everyone knows who the real winners were in this election

[reform-official]

Reform plc statement on Makerfield.

We were surprised as you by the result announced earlier this morning. Having been busy on the streets these last few months we know you want change, we know Britain is Broken™️.

However, already our totally independent auditors from Russia are spinning up more stories about Family Voting and Postal Fraud. We have to ask the biased MSM why no one is talking about the missing ballot boxes?

It is against the Corrupt Big State's interests to let us win and had nothing to do with the fact we fielded an inept, misogynistic, racist cunt, who couldn't even answer simple policy questions with anything other than "I'll have to look into that."

Rest assured Nigel and his powerful multimillionaire foreign backers will be looking into this.

Vote Reform.

[reform-official]

Donations to Reform plc.

Once again Reform plc need to remind people that just because the mother of s convicted fraudster who is a good and close person friend of Sir Nigel, decides to donate £1,000,000 money to a company run by our Vice Chair, and just because that company then subsequently and completely unrelatedly decides to donate £500,000 to our business, that absolutely nothing untoward, dodgy or illegal has happened.

Just like all the fake news around personal £5,000,000 gifts to Sir Nigel this is once again a nothing story being pushed by the radical leftist agenda.

A far more important question is how is Burnham planning to stop the boats?

Vote Reform!

[reform-official]

Some people might try to claim that Reform PLC's outstanding victory in this week's polls is only due to the fragmentation of politics and harp on about the fact that 75% of voters don't want Reform.

To that we simply say Fuck You losers. First Past The Post baby!

[domlarkin]

The Final Stake: A Requiem for the Ghastly ' New' Labour Project

It’s coming home, It’s coming home, Polling’s coming home.

Everyone seems to know the score, They’ve seen it all before, The pledges and the plans, The blood upon his hands. I know Labour's full of lies, The voters see the genocide, Beneath the centrist dyes.

Thirty years of hurt, Watching Liebour spread their poison, Dragging us through dirt, While they spout their "new horizons." Thirty years of hurt, Never stopped me dreaming, Of the day they finally lose, And leave the council screaming.

I remember Jeremy, The socialist we knew, But Starmer killed the spirit, And the movement that we grew. He backs the Zionist machine, The apartheid and the wall, While Gaza burns in "self-defence," He watches children fall.

A Pinocchio in a suit, With a nose that grows so long, Each U-turn is a tribute, To a leader getting it wrong. He’s robotic, cold and hollow, With no presence in the room, Pushing identity politics To hide our shared gloom.

He only joined in his fifties, A QC from the top, A stooge for the Establishment, Sent in to make us stop. He helped to cage Assange, While he wore the legal gown, An agent of the status quo, Sent to bring the movement down.

Now Smarmy Streeting sells the soul Of our precious NHS, A "bog-standard" private carve-up, Leaving patients in a mess. And here in Hartlepool, The lights are dim and "third-world" grey, While constant, pointless roadworks Block the workers on their way.

And since Nature abhors a vacuum, The flags begin to fly, The Union Jacks and St George Cross Beneath the Northern sky. Starmer left a hollow space And spat on his own base, The Reform banner’s rising now To take Liebour’s place.

But I won't march to drums of hate, Or flags that preach divide; I’ll find a path that’s just and fair, With progress as my guide. Since Starmer left his flank exposed, And Reform seeks the throne, I’ll cast my vote for independent hopE And a future of our own.

For thirty years Count Dracula, Has lurked within the dark, The architect of Liebour, Who left a hollow mark. A Dorian Gray in velvet, With a portrait in the hall, That hides the rot and "gilded sleaze" Behind a velvet wall.

He reigned right here as our MP, With a cabal in the town, While the portrait in the attic aged, As the ship was going down. With his "best pal" Jeffrey Epstein, And the filth of his career, The Prince of Darkness finally falls, As the "Island" secrets clear.

The stake is driven through his heart, The spin has lost its breath, We’ve finally found the courage, To vote for Liebour’s death!

Down at the Borough Hall, The "third-rate" standards cease, As the orange cones are banished, And the town finds its release!

It’s coming home, It’s coming home, The Reckoning is coming home!

DEDICATION: This is for the long suffering people of Hartlepool who have spent thirty years navigating the shadows of the "cabal" and the "dim lights" of neglect. May this day: Thursday the 7th of May, with local council elections taking place across the UK, bring the harvest you deserve, and may the orange cones finally find their way to the scrapheap of history.

This highly irritating ditty ( see below), which will invariably be played ad infinitum during the course of June with the men's football/soccer World Cup taking place, inspired my political satire in the form of a poem. Anyway, it brought our national team nothing but bad luck and I guess the lyrics will soon be changed into ' 60 years of hurt'...ha-ha! Here it is:

[tinkytinca]

The UK has Fallen!