TROUGHERS BEWARE! THE HUNT IS ON!

TROUGHERS BEWARE! THE HUNT IS ON!
WHAT BIG TEETH YOU HAVE! Bigger, sharper teeth than our ramblings in the on-line Oldham Evening Chronicle, which are being strangled by ever increasing censorship or moderation as they call it. We, the people of this town have no collective public voice to shout on our behalf, willing to question and challenge the lunacy visited upon us by the numpties in The Tower Of Babble, various thieving MPs, the legions of PC police at GMP, PAT'S, PACT'S, academy lovers, transport 'experts', vastly overpaid Council Officers from Charlie Chuckles downward, quangoes, placemen, do-gooders, do-badders, tree huggers, Brussels and Alcock! You get the idea? We intend to remedy this via the revamped Pigsticker. Now with added fibre. If any of you out there want to join us in restoring the town to it's former pleasant aspect, please feel free to submit articles. No moderation on this site!

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

READ ALL ABOUT IT!! ...... New Oldham Newspaper The Lie-bor Chronicle!



Read the worst piece of fucking fawning, sick inducing brown-nosing published in this town in a long while!!


I'm Back - - - Click link to read the vomit provoking crap!

 

I’m back — and there’s unfinished business


Martyn Torr  Meets... TheCreature From The Cess Pit  Councillor John Battye, the Labourite Lie-bourshite who lives and breathes Oldham

Quite why we have been subjected to this full page biased diatribe at this time is unclear. Unless John Bacon Buttye is about to do another of his smash and grab raids on Oldham council as he did in Millenium year, when he stole the Mayoralty even though it was not his or even the Lie-bour party's turn to elect the Mayor.

The electorate soon got their revenge however and voted him out at the next election. There were whispered rumours of other shenanigans at the time. We had no worries about his defeat in the Millennium elections. We'd had enough of his allowance grabbing, his shiftiness, his take over of everything he could get his hands on.

Do we learn? Do we fuck!  The sheep of Failsworth West, unable to find a local candidate, if you can believe that,  had him foisted upon them and he was shoe-horned in by the local Lie-bour party.  

Wiping shit off his nose, reporter, or sycophant as we prefer to call him, Martyn Torr, taking a short break from his whitewashing job, said, "Before I go any further let me state, unequivocally, that this piece is not intended as a shot at Battye-esque redemption, or an attempt to rewrite history." Well tell us what the hidden fucking agenda is then Marty baby!

Torr said Buttye had told him he would never return to public life, yet here he is once again getting involved.  We told you he was a liar!!!

In an imaginative piece of investigative journalism he asked Ol' Blubber Lips, "Why are you back and where have you been since 2000?  Does Torr not keep up to date with current events?  Does he not read his own paper? This is the devious cunning, lying piece of shit who was instrumental along with that other fragrant lump of Lie-bour sewage, Fitzpatrick, in running the election campaigns of the other waste of oxygen, Woolyarse! This as you may recall resulted in the expulsion of said Woolyarse from parliament. You remember don't you folks? When Buttye was quoting Elwyn Watkin's supposed election expenses. Figures he had conjured out of thin air. When he was planting letters in the Oldham Chronicle purportedly from a slag of this town, later proved to be a benefit thief!

His answers, as you would expect from a consummate crook — for he is a Lie-bour man to his very core and thrives on the corruption of local politics and revels in the expenses trough — were bullshit  tinged with a hint of fuck-you!.

  “I'm back," he said, "Because a letter had been published in the Chronicle, by a member of the Liberal Democrats, which was about me and which I can only describe as vicious. I wasn’t in public life, hadn’t been for 10 years and yet I was the subject of this vitriolic attack.” Just shows how everyone else apart from the red flag fuck-pigs, hates him. Could he not take the hint??

"Why am I back,"  he asked “Unfinished business.”  Aye more allowances and jollies!!

He claims Latics would be up and running in their new stadium if the electorate hadn't seen the light and fucked him off.   He said, "The money was in place, the planning permission was in place and we had permission from the Charity Commission to develop Clayton playing fields."  The money was tax-payers money belonging to the people of Oldham and was from the sale of the old Westwood running track. This money, some £11Million has been living a very quiet life recently. Anyone out there know what happened to it??  The only planning permission was outline permission and the Charity Commissioners were never approached over this matter!!

He continued, "“We had verbal promises from BSkyB to use the stadium as their northern hub for parking of their outside broadcast vehicles and as a northern studio."  Not worth the paper it was printed on!!

He was educated at Hulme Grammar School — “I hated every minute" he recalls, they on the other hand are immensely proud of him and bask in the reflected glow of his probity and uprightness.  It was a lecture by the head teacher, H B Shaw, which has clearly had a lasting influence on his life. H B Shaw had a lasting influence on virtually every boy who passed or bent down before him.

Because of some Civics lecture that Harry Shaw gave, this little twerp ran home to his mummy and immediately joined the Lie-bour party.  Nowt to do with the tripe about generations of true red Lie-bour sheep or his father, Bernard Gravy Boattye, a former membership secretary of the party, and his grandfather, Percy Coattail, one of the Labour movement’s great movers and shakers.What did he move and shake then????  We'll skip the bit about mummy finding him a job and his endearing phone calls. It's too sick making! What a mummy's boy. Mind you we can tell that just by looking at his slapped arse face.

He also looks back on a full wallet which has encompassed the chairmanship of the Association of Greater Manchester Authorities, and a year as chair of Manchester Airport when it was spending £1 million a week completing Terminal Two and he was helping them.

Reporter: Martyn Torr .........
..........Who wants a good fucking for this arsehole creeping glorification of one of the biggest bent bastards ever involved in the running of this town. The man is a charlatan, a liar, a manipulator. He is devious and self-serving and will stoop to any level, or lower, to achieve his ends.
We don't know what possessed the OEC to print this toadying twaddle, but if any of you folk out there are in any doubt as to who's side your beloved rag is on. Read this and weep!!!

All we need now is for Jeremy Mithering Twat Sutcliffe to make a comeback and we will probably have a full commemorative edition, complete with photos. Photos will be available from your 'New Lie-bour Chron' office, prices reasonable, discount for quantity.

Possible other articles to follow 'I'm Back'

Jack Hulme ....'Where am I going?'
Diddy Dave Hibbert .... 'Back Shortly'
Ann Wingate .... 'Have I been away?'
Ian Barker .... 'There and back again'
Derek Heffernan .... 'The 'eadless 'orseman rides above'
Adrian Alexander .... 'Which way is it?'
Howie (FB) Sykes .... 'Cast your fat to the winds'
Peter Dean .... 'Where am I?'
Hugh McDonald .... 'I'm with him'

BEAM ME FUCKING UP..SCOTTY!!!!

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