At another Shame Fein assembly for political VIPs at the Stormont Hotel, a leading Provo swinger has said, that he believes Lord Muck of Londonderry, will meet the Queen when she visits British Occupied Ireland later this month and that he will give her a right rasping tongue seeing to. The leading Provo swinger who just came out of the closet to make the statement, admitted he has acquired a taste for jam on both sides at the the Stormont Hortel, saying his "hunch" was that the LOrd Muck intends to press his Majesty's flesh. He said his party colleagues and fellow swingers took their decision on the basis of helping flower power and of course collecting the Queen's shilling.
The Queen who is partial to Dubonnet and Gin is expected to make a sober effort to attend a massive hush hush orgy at the Stormont Hotel, planned by the Provos for the event ! Along with numerous barrels of liquor and illegal substances stored at Hillsborough castle for the event, are several barrels of infants blood a deviant must for all aristocracy at such events. Lord Muck is planning a bit of craic, with a special performance in his majesties groom of the stool role. Large quantities of bog top soil have been staged for the event, where Lord Muck and his Queen plan a special down and dirty exhibition for guests. Pervert Paterson and his horsey set plan to also attend with other S&M exhibits in the pipeline. Word has it that he will beat to death a couple of horses, to be closely followed by swallowing one of the Queen's corgies alive. He also plans to kidnap a few Provo wives and horsewhip them to death in a Mongolian style that would put his hero Ghengis Khan to shame..
There is also a first time public initiation ceremony of several Provos into the Stormont Royal Lodge. The ceremony involves the Provo novices each riding a goat via the rear entrance, as part of their initiation into the Orange Order. While the orgy for swingers is primarily meant to celebrate the Queen's jubilee, it is also meant to celebrate the return of several dissident prodigal sons in Fermanagh /South Tyrone to the Provo fold. The Orange initiation ceremony of the riding of goats will be a very public display witnessed by everyone. The Provo spokes person told reporters: "My hunch is that he will meet her and it will be a calculation from within the party asking does this help the flower power process?" The Provo MLA who worked in the Royal Ulster Constabulary RUC is also a long standing Orangeman
When asked about the sudden change to swinger parties at Hotel Stormont and the acquired taste for jam on both sides, he replied that it comes from the flower power process of seeing both sides of the political divide and that it is now politically cool and flavour of the month, besides it pays very well. Asked if his wife also enjoyed a club sandwich he confirmed that she has had a good go at several leading loyalist wives. Asked about the hygiene aspect of Lord Mucks antics and the riding of goats he maintained that both the goats and Queen were thoroughly sanitized with steam hoses before the event by Pervert Paterson. Quizzed about the morality of drinking copious amounts infants blood he insisted that it was part of the British heritage in British Occupied Ireland and besides the Princes of Rome were in no position to criticize. When one journalist asked if the orgy was in essence a fusion of Masons, Orangemen and Opus Dei ceremonies in the spirit of the GFA agreement, the reporter was told to wind in his neck, to mind his own business and go home and mind his own family.
It is not clear if Gerry McGeough will be released in time for the event but Marian Price an interned political prisoner of conscience and principle will definitely not, as she disapproves of such political shenanigans. Her political heritage grounded in the strong Irish republican tradition of her family, will not bow to the current culture of tyrannical decadence, corruption, accompanied by secret wheeling and dealing in whispers, behind closed doors, while her Irish people of no property continue to live in material, spiritual. emotional and cultural poverty. The pleasures exclusive to the Queen's rich, elite of Stormont and Dublin Castle in British Occupied Ireland, belong to all of Marian's class. Meantime day after day, night after night she remains in solitary confinement, tortured like the constant, principled few of her ancestors from every generation, that have always resisted British Occupation in Ireland, enabled by treacherous sellouts.Perverted justice in British Occupied Ireland is currently administered by the unelected Englishman Pervert Paterson and rubber stamped by a gravy train of arsebiscuits at Stormont, while all political opposition is censored, criminalized and politically interned, often without trial, certainly without a proper trial with a jury of peers.
ARTHUR: Old woman! DENNIS: Man! ARTHUR: Old Man, sorry. What knight live in that castle over there? DENNIS: I'm thirty seven. ARTHUR: What? DENNIS: I'm thirty seven -- I'm not old! ARTHUR: Well, I can't just call you `Man'. DENNIS: Well, you could say `Dennis'. ARTHUR: Well, I didn't know you were called `Dennis.' DENNIS: Well, you didn't bother to find out, did you? ARTHUR: I did say sorry about the `old woman,' but from the behind you looked-- DENNIS: What I object to is you automatically treat me like an inferior! ARTHUR: Well, I AM king... DENNIS: Oh king, eh, very nice. An' how'd you get that, eh? By exploitin' the workers -- by 'angin' on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic an' social differences in our society! If there's ever going to be any progress-- WOMAN: Dennis, there's some lovely filth down here. Oh -- how d'you do? ARTHUR: How do you do, good lady. I am Arthur, King of the Britons. Who's castle is that? WOMAN: King of the who? ARTHUR: The Britons. WOMAN: Who are the Britons? ARTHUR: Well, we all are. we're all Britons and I am your king. WOMAN: I didn't know we had a king. I thought we were an autonomous collective. DENNIS: You're fooling yourself. We're living in a dictatorship. A self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working classes-- WOMAN: Oh there you go, bringing class into it again. DENNIS: That's what it's all about if only people would-- ARTHUR: Please, please good people. I am in haste. Who lives in that castle? WOMAN: No one live there. ARTHUR: Then who is your lord? WOMAN: We don't have a lord. ARTHUR: What? DENNIS: I told you. We're an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We take it in turns to act as a sort of executive officer for the week. ARTHUR: Yes. DENNIS: But all the decision of that officer have to be ratified at a special biweekly meeting. ARTHUR: Yes, I see. DENNIS: By a simple majority in the case of purely internal affairs,-- ARTHUR: Be quiet! DENNIS: --but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more-- ARTHUR: Be quiet! I order you to be quiet! WOMAN: Order, eh -- who does he think he is? ARTHUR: I am your king! WOMAN: Well, I didn't vote for you. ARTHUR: You don't vote for kings. WOMAN: Well, 'ow did you become king then? ARTHUR: The Lady of the Lake, [angels sing] her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. [singing stops] That is why I am your king! DENNIS: Listen -- strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony. ARTHUR: Be quiet! DENNIS: Well you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you! ARTHUR: Shut up! DENNIS: I mean, if I went around sayin' I was an empereror just because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me they'd put me away! ARTHUR: Shut up! Will you shut up! DENNIS: Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system. ARTHUR: Shut up! DENNIS: Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! HELP! HELP! I'm being repressed! ARTHUR: Bloody peasant! DENNIS: Oh, what a give away. Did you here that, did you here that, eh? That's what I'm on about -- did you see him repressing me, you saw it didn't you?
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