Friday, 16 September 2016

Voters are being eliminated if they vote for Jeremy Corbyn.

By Andrea Davison

The Labour Party Executive, who represent a corrupt elite are running scared of an honest Man Jeremy Corbyn MP. They are trawling twitter for Corbyn supporters to eliminate them.

Jeremy has become a people's hero  because of his  of integrity and shining honesty. This has caused the Political elite,who drape themselves in Blue or Red or Yellow but who work for the same monstrous self  indulgent party of 'profit and slavery', to panic.     They are hunting Corbyn supporter on twitter  and removing them from the Labour Party. 

Their latest Victim tweeted today 

Viv Chance at 70 years old has been suspended for something she tweeted in 2015.   She is not the first.  Many twitter users are finding their accounts trawled through by the Labour Stasi in an effort to remove  any voters who voted for or support Jeremy Corbyn for Labour Leader

In a shocking case a long term Labour member Adrian Voce writes bitterly on Facebook.

""Yesterday I voted in the Labour leadership contest. Two hours later I received a letter from Iain McNicol, the party’s General Secretary, saying ‘It has been brought to our attention with supporting evidence that you have publicly shown support for the Conservative party, including on 22 April 2015’.

That threw me. Anyone who knows me, or who has read much of what I’ve published, will know how unlikely it is.

I trawled by Twitter account and found that on the date in question, 22 April 2015, I had re-tweeted David Cameron’s comment about something that Alex Salmond had said, dripping with irony, about his supposed influence on the Labour Party. Salmond’s comments were clearly a joke and I challenged Cameron for trying to represent them as a serious point. I’ve screenshot the tweets below.

I’m assuming this is the alleged offence and find it quite depressing that even this level of petty, blatant gerrymandering, which must cost them a fortune in staff time, is so shockingly incompetent as to not understand the nature of what they were digging up as ‘evidence’.
But even if my tweet had been in support of the Tories, I JOINED THE PARTY FIVE MONTHS AFTER THAT DATE. Does Labour not want to attract people from other parties? I think they need to look again at the Math. Quentin Davies, who defected from the Tories to Labour as an MP, was made a life peer for his troubles. I’m more likely to have once supported Man United than I am to have ever supported the Tories (I’m Liverpool: it’s a tribal thing), and I’ve been thrown out on my ear.

Anyway, the letter goes on (and on): ‘... the Labour Party's rules state: ‘A member of the party who joins and/or supports a political organisation other than Labour … shall automatically be ineligible to be or remain a party member… You are therefore ineligible to remain a member of the Labour Party. If you have received a ballot and cast a vote, it will not be counted.

‘Under … party rules you may apply for re-admission but this must be made directly to the National Executive Committee … Such applications shall not normally be considered by the NEC until a minimum of five years has elapsed...’

My Granddad was a shop steward at Camell Laird the shipbuilders. My Mum was named after Ramsey MacDonald’s daughter. My Dad was a social worker and a lifelong socialist. I’ve voted Labour all my life. Shit, they even gave me a gong for some work that I did with them when they were last in government."

Whatever you do!  the people will not get back to their oars  in shackles and row your boat to profit by their slavery. We are not your slaves and Corbyn will win despite your undemocratic, Stasi tactics.  Stop hunting Corbyn supporter of twitter or we may start hunting you.

If you are being persecuted becase of your support for Jeremy Corbyn let him know @jeremycorbyn

You can also appeal against your expulsion from the labour party

Tuesday, 6 September 2016

Keith Vaz MP, his double life of Cocaine, rent boys and organised crime

So married MP Keith Vaz has finally been exposed as a  cocaine sniffing, rent boy using corrupt hypocrite. He joins many members of parliament who form a cabal of criminals who are above the law because they make the laws.  His friends include the Chief Constable of Derby Mike Creedon, dead pedophile Greville Janner QC  and a number of suspect judges and VIP's 

Keith Vaz is a powerful UK politician  with connections to the security services, the Westminster Pedophile Ring and Organised crime. He takes Cocaine and leads a double life.   Mi5 know all about his double life of course. MI5 act as foot-soldiers and spin doctors  for the organised crime syndicate which runs the UK Ltd. 
The  Daily  Mail reported:
No wonder Labour Member of Parliament Keith Vaz had a spring in his step last week.“The chairman of the powerful Commons Home Affairs Committee managed to bag a taxpayer-funded jaunt to Copenhagen where he led fellow MPs on a tour of the red-light district.”
A senior Labour MP has been reported to police by two fellow MPs over claims of child sex abuse…
“Labour MP John Mann passed details about the … individual within his own party to police officers earlier this year…
“Then, a fortnight ago, a Conservative MP went to the same police force armed with information about the same individual, some of which had been provided to him by a former Government Minister…
“The Conservative MP’s allegations about the MP, which date back to the late 1980s, include claims that the MP had been arrested for indecency in a public place with a minor - during which he is said to have assaulted the arresting officers.
It is claimed Keith Vaz MP performed political favours for the owner of a brothel in his constituency in which men consorted with underage male  children.

 The people responsible for investigating the UK child abuse rings are somewhat suspect?
The UK Member of Parliament Keith Vaz was once a solicitor working for the notorious local government councils in Richmond and Islington.
Both these councils were reportedly deeply involved in child abuse.

Keith Vaz (left)
The Home Affairs Select Committee has been hearing evidence from victims of child abuse. 
The Home Affairs Select Committee has published documents on its website without blanking out the names of the child abuse victims
The child abuse victims have now received death threats.
Were the details of the victims deliberately leaked?
Keith Vaz is best friends with Stephen Purdew. Vaz attended Stephen Purdew’s wedding along with Purdew’s very good friend Jimmy Savile.
Reportedly, one child abuse victim and his young daughter have already been approached by a convicted abuser after their details were published.
The UK government is supposed to be going to hold a large child abuse inquiry.
Sharon Evans is a child abuse survivor, and a member of the child abuse inquiry panel.
Recently she was ‘bullied’ by the inquiry’s most senior legal adviser, Ben Emmerson QC. 
Jimmy Savile with Keith Vaz’s friend Stephen Purdew (left).
Meanwhile, there has been a rise in the number of police officers exploiting victims of crime for sex.
For example, Detective Constable Jeffrey Davies sexually assaulted victims of abuse that he was supposed to be looking after.
Northumbria police constable Stephen Mitchell sexually abused a disabled teenager.
In the 12 months to March 2014, 406 officers and police staff were investigated for sexual misconduct. 
One in six were allowed to retire or resign and around 40 per cent of cases led to no further action.
A secret report prepared by the Serious Organised Crime Agency says that more police officers are involved in selling drugs such as heroin.  Everyone knows the police rand MI5 run the drugs trade and child sex trafficking for their VIP masters.  

Greville Janner.
Keith Vaz is the Member of Parliament for Leicester East.
Greville Janner was the Member of Parliament for Leicester West.
There is a belief that many of Britain’s top people are controlled by pedophile rings run by the CIA, Mossad and MI5.
In the 1990s, Labour Member of the UK Parliament Andrew Faulds was in possession of a leaflet entitled ‘Concerned Leicester Parents’ and a booklet on ‘How people in high places covered-up for a Parliamentary paedophile’.
The documents describe ‘allegations of sexual abuse against a child’ by the Labour Party’s Greville Janner (above photo).
Lord Janner was Member of Parliament for Leicester West, he was president of the Board of Deputies of British Jews, he is vice-president of the World Jewish Congress and he is friend of the CIA’s Yuri Geller.
Janner has been protected by the top people.
Janner has been linked to child abuse at Leicestershire children’s care homes.
n 1991, Frank Beck, who worked at the Leicester homes, was found guilty of 17 counts of sexual abuse of children in his care.
Beck argued that he was being prosecuted to divert attention from Janner and other very top child abusers.
Beck died mysteriously in prison in 1994.
At Beck’s trial, four witnesses gave evidence that Greville Janner had pursued a sexual relationship with a teenage boy who lived at one of Beck’s care homes.
The teenage ‘victim’, speaking under oath, said that Janner had sexually abused him repeatedly between the ages of 13 and 15.
A dossier on the ‘Establishment paedophile ring’, handed to the then Home Secretary Leon Brittan in 1983, went missing.
At his trial, Beck stated that: “One child has been buggered and abused for two solid years by Greville Janner”.
Shortly afterwards, the notorious Director of Public Prosecutions, Alan Green, said that “for lack of evidence” Janner would not be prosecuted.
Janner was alleged to have been acquainted with a young boy called Paul Winston.
Paul Winston, who was thirteen when he and Janner first met, was able to describe Janner’s home, the hotel rooms they had shared, and Janner’s habits and person in detail.
Soon after the non-prosecutuion of Janner, The Director of Public Prosecutions, Alan Green, was arrested for ‘kerb-crawling’ in Kings Cross.

Uri Geller and Lord Greville Janner, former President of the Board of British Jews, vice president of the World Jewish Congress, and member of the Boy Scouts Association.Greville Janner, VIP child abuse, mysterious death
In court, Paul Winston, who was an adult at the time of Frank Beck’s trial, stood up for Frank Beck.
Several other witnesses also supported Beck and confirmed his anti-Janner testimony.
Paul Winston said that Beck had counselled him over his relationship with Janner, and had brought the affair to an end.
Paul Winston gave evidence that he had been invited to Janner’s home and had slept with Janner.
Paul Winston testified that, over the next two years, he was regularly sodomised by Janner.

Janner and Jackson
Frank Beck discovered what had been going on after Winston was put into his care.
Beck ‘immediately informed his bosses at Leicester Social Services’.
Janner was never brought to court, nor called upon to testify.
Frank Beck died suddenly of a ‘heart attack’, just before his appeal was due to begin.
Beck had two main solicitors.
One was killed in a road accident, and the other ‘has been subjected to police harassment’.

Cliff Richard with Yuri Geller who has been linked to MOSSAD-CIA MIND CONTROL.
Frank Beck was a resident of Braunstone in Leicester.
When Janner became a Lord in 1997, he took the title, Lord Janner of Braunstone.
The man responsible for ennobling Greville Janner was Tony Blair.

Friday, 2 September 2016

Survivor of Dolphin Square speaks out with a telling story of intimidation and persecution

Shake your chains to Earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you
Ye are many, they are few.
I read these lines, like many kids my age, in the winter of 1980, on the back of The Jam’s ‘Sound Affects’ album. Unlike most pre-teens, I suspect, I admired the cadence and scoffed at the sentiment. I knew different: they were not – and are not – few, at all.
I was at the time twelve years old, and prostitute to Peter Hayman. I attended his private apartment weekly to fellate his anal prolapse – this was his personal peccadillo – and to be brutally raped and abused for his entertainment by guests like Harvey Proctor and Derek Laud. I had a dozen other regular ‘privates’, and was required to attend rape-parties at Dolphin Square and elsewhere in Pimlico, London, and around southern England, weekly too. I remember buying Start! that autumn, the big single from Sound Affects, in Woolworth’s: I got the bright cerise glossy cover, but it had no middle. I half-inched one from a dopey John Lennon single and paid my 85p.
I played Start! for the first time in my room, on an old mono dansette knock-off from the 1960s: even through the tin-can speaker, the neural spikes of Weller’s cut-off power-chords and his raucous distorted solo made me writhe with delight. Even hope: this was the opposite of chart pop, the creepy Stringfellow’s grind of Yes Sir I Can Boogie, or the happy-hooker fantasy-confessional I’ve Never Been To Me, or any of the sleazy-listening soft-porn favoured by Saville and pals at Radio 1. The Jam felt real, in 1980, when little else did.
It seems a strange time, with hindsight, though was not so perhaps. In 1978, the hit musical Grease’s pussy-and-cum spattered lyrics were marketed aggressively to pre-pubescents; its Hollywood follow-up, Bugsy Malone, had for a showstopper an astonishingly uncomfortable child-prostitute song –Talulla had a training/In North Carolina – which remained a school-panto favourite until recently. Bill Wyman was yet to score his “wild child”, Mandy Smith, to the ogling delight of the British press, but underage ‘groupies’ had been standard fare at rockstar and ‘elite’ parties for decades already: this was common knowledge.
It was also personal knowledge, for me, for I was a ‘groupie’ too: but not to a rock band. When I was ten, eleven and twelve, I wore high heels and lingerie and makeup – in real life I was a boy who liked skateboarding, and racing pigeons with my grandfather – to service a cabal composed of what with hindsight seems like half of the Privy Council and the Monday Club, many if not most political big names of the period, plus a smattering of MI6 and Special Branch, plus the odd regional police chief, or chief-criminal, or both, in town for a jolly.
At fourteen I was too old for the market. I took O-levels and A-levels, kept myself going with Bensons and books. Kids who’d been abused next to me started dying: car crashes on lonely roads, or out drinking in London and just keeling after the first pint. I kept my head down, worked shifts to earn cash, got myself out of that town and to a radical poly, to equip myself.
A few years later, I was internationally respected in my chosen profession and earning well. I began to seek help for the insomnia and depression which had wrecked my week-to-week life since mid childhood. This led to specialist help for sexual abuse, and then to heavy-duty NHS help for the serious mental illnesses with which I was diagnosed. I kept working, internationally, just, but ultimately, as I relived more and more horrors in therapy, my sleep was too disturbed/nonexistent to be productive at my old rate of knots, and I went on benefits. My wife had recently had breast cancer, and a double-mastectomy, following which we had a series of miscarriages: it felt like the sensible thing to do at the time, as did giving evidence to the police about the sexual abuse and exploitation in my childhood. The CPS did nothing, but this was pre-Saville and par for the course.
All of these things did not seem wise when, first thing on February 2nd this year, I was speaking to a senior Metropolitan Police officer about child prostitution when the call was cut off. This happened repeatedly, and strange threats flashed up on my computer screen. Then suddenly there was a hammering at the door: uniformed police who, when I asked for ID, showed me a plastic shield. When I asked for photo-ID, they told me I’d been shown ID. They said they were responding to a complaint of a man in a dress: I am transgender, have received NHS treatment for gender transition for a year now, and legally changed my name to a female one last autumn.
A condition of receiving treatment is that you live as a woman, twenty-four seven. So back there on my doorstep, in my nightdress and pom-pom slippers, the first Monday morning in February, after a couple of hours of trying to put off the inevitable, I was raped by a uniformed officer, and detained in a violent and dangerous psychiatric lockdown ward for six days, on a section. This had been easy for the police to obtain due to my history of mental health treatment and long-term benefit dependence. During this detainment I was denied clothing – I was barefoot all week, in a nightshirt and nothing else, with heavy snow outside, and the heater in my room out of order; I was also denied soap and prescription medicine and a razor, until the penultimate day.
When released, the police visited me again, claiming to be following up another absurd complaint about me (someone was apparently worried that I had spoken of an upcoming visit to Moscow on Facebook; I have had a Moscow business partner since 2001). I summoned burly friends to protect me, and fled my home county that afternoon. One of those burly friends’ daughter, a new mum with first grandchild, was followed in an aggressive and intimidating manner by one of the police officers concerned the next day, for the duration of a shopping trip to the High Street of the local town.
My wife and I decided, immediately, to leave the country for our own safety. Multiple serious attempts on our lives were made as we left our home town, and on the motorway to the airport, by large white Audi’s and BMW’s with non-standard registrations (we were driving a tiny Kia, laden with all our possessions). I remain in hiding overseas, with no idea of when it might be safe to return – or what that safety could even look like.
So I don’t regret my lack of support for the “we are the 99%” protests of a few years back. That slogan made me feel the same kneejerk oh for christ’s sakeas the Shelley poem on the Jam album. “They” are not 1%; they are not few. They never have been. You can’t hold power that way, unless you use castles and boiling-oil, and they’ve had a whole millennium to work on the British system.
And everyone knows this. The open secret of what “Rank Has Its Privileges” really means in Britain is now the subject of major police and judicial investigations, so far as the Establishment permit. Meanwhile, as on every other day since the abuse began for me, I hear scattered howls of outrage – overwhelmed, now, by crashing silence.
1st April 2015