Kier Starmer Dodges the Bullet As Plan to Kill Trump Fails Again
UK Prime Minister has to ditch "Ukraine Forever" speech after deep-state flop
Kier Starmer and the British people got lucky this weekend. Sunday’s headline was supposed to be ‘Trump Shot and Killed’. Monday’s narrative would have been “Trump Was Asking for It.” Tuesday would have seen a quick-switch to ‘UK Green Lights Long-Range Missiles for Zelensky’. The ensuing chaos would have erased the assassination and Trump from memory, with the US election cancelled and Europe threatened with Russian missile strikes. But the deep-state patsy flopped yet again, as Democrat fan-boy Ryan Routh failed to deliver his ‘lone gunman killing’ -and so the insanity of the news-cycle rolls forward. Forget yesterday’s assassin -check out today’s celebrity pedo on the front page.
The three-ring circus they call ‘news’ is so detached from reality that history itself needs re-writing by the hour. If Routh had put a bullet in Trump’s brain -and he certainly had the necessary equipment- imagine the tsunami of pre-written articles plastered across every newspaper on earth. TRUMP KILLING “TRAGIC BUT INEVITABLE” or LONE GUNMAN ENDS TRUMP PRESIDENTIAL BID. TRUMP BROUGHT THIS ON HIMSELF WITH RACIST FAR-RIGHT RHETORIC yada yada yada vote Kamala.
Lets be honest in the way mainstream media never can: Trump is going to be assassinated, sooner or later. Two ‘lone gunmen’ foiled within 60 days. There are 49 sunrises left till election day dawns. Does anyone doubt the trillionaire arms-industry that sees him as its sole opponent will try again? The military/industrial complex will not stop; the US election is not Donald v Kamala it is Trump v the killing machine.
Watch and be amazed, dear reader, as the BBC and SKY and Fox and CNN and all the rest sweep the latest ‘lone gunman’ off the front page with a standard slew of TV sex-perversion, bribery, corruption, royal gossip, sports news and trans-pants. Move on, citizen, nothing to see here. The programming is so intensive that when Trump is killed -because now he must be killed- the brain-fried will sigh and mutter, well it was always going to happen. That is where the exhausted, post-covidian public have arrived after a four-year onslaught of lethal threats and life-shortening punishments that began in March 2020. Just take it; shut up and keep going; neck your chill-pills or a slug of whatever wipes your mind. How much do we love the new normal?
RIPPLES ON THE POND
So a passer-by spots an iffy-looking car parked up by Trump’s golf-course, rings the local sheriff who raises the alarm and -whew! the heroic secret service manage to get to the gunnie before he lets fly. For the second time in a row the public saves Trump from murder. The ripples that would have spread from his (unsurprising / inevitable) death are put on hold. Instead, other ripples lap at the shores of our credulity and our patience.
Now Kier Starmer cannot make his longed-for “missiles for Ukraine” speech to the House of Commons. Oh, the frustration! The Times and the Telegraph and the BBC were ready to call him Churchillian (you bet your ass they were). All the EU poodle-premiers were on hold, in anticipation of Sunday’s successful asssassination, ready to quack “We Stand With Starmer”. Instead, Britain’s PM-for-hire had to detour to Italy for a pretend ‘consultation’ about migration with the Italian premier. [CLICK for story] Which is a bad joke, as 1094 dinghy-debt snorklers had swanned in to join the UK dole-queue while Kier was busy in D.C. writing his now redundant Churchillian masterpiece. A President Trump will stop the sordid Ukraine war-game in its tracks, as Starmer, like every good globalist, well knows.
Do you ever pause to vomit, my friends, when the spin stands reality on its head and pins a comedy nose on the public face? Last friday Justin Trudeau was virtually sucking Starmer’s toes in anticipation of global solidarity because “Putin cannot be allowed to win” but that was when they all thought Trump would be dead by Monday. By Tuesday, when Starmer’s dreams of oratorial thunder had turned to piss in the wind, the new tale was “Biden won’t allow Starmer to go ahead with long-range missiles plan”. Like Joe Biden could tell a Storm Shadow missile from a choc ice. Like a two-month old Limey PM goes to Washington to tell the Big Boys what needs to happen. Like the Pentagon gives a flying fuck what Starmer thinks. The patsy got caught; the Donald still lives; shift to plan B pronto.
The CIA buys up all tomorrow’s Zelenskys and Starmers by the planeload. You just pop into Davos once a year and Uncle Klaus Schwab parades them for you behind closed doors. Naked in chains, if you insist. It is no secret that Sir Kier Starmer is for sale to the highest bidder because he always was. A cushy elite job from the war-criminal Blair? Check. A knighthood from a billionaire family of pedophile-enablers? Check. A few thousand in gifts here and there, a few million for your campaign sir, a wardrobe of designer dresses for the wife perhaps… yes, sahib, that’ll be…let me see…a life peerage and a ticket to ride the Labour gravy train? Check. Starmer’s a toy soldier, a unit of currency on the political market and as cheap as chips.
Please do yourself a favour -preferably before they open the political-prison camps- and stop pretending you don’t know who is behind the TRUMP MUST DIE brainwashing. Trump’s death has been foretold, suggested, advised and ultimately demanded every other week for seven years. Switch off the radio gaga and you can literally hear the gnashing of teeth in the private conference rooms of Washington, Westminster, Brussels and Bonn, Paris, Rome and Madrid.
I repeat, Britain’s fake government -and more importantly, its real people- got off very lightly this weekend. Just forty-nine days and counting remain until Trump wins the most ridiculous presidential election in American history. They say it’s right v left; Republican v Democrat but that’s a lie so thin it can’t stand up. In the red corner stands the most corrupt American Borg imaginable. Washington is a stinking human zoo where unelected billionaires and trillion-wielding corporate vampires slither in a heap like oily vipers.
They tell you a senile, incontinent fool is actually the President. They say they want to ‘replace’ him with a diversity-hire bimbo. They have thrown the CIA, MI6, the FBI, the Justice Department, the entire mass-media complex and 95% of the internet at Donald Trump but he’s still there, large as life and still quipping. They have finally been reduced to churning out a procession of well-armed psychopathic gunnies, gambling that sooner or later one is bound to split the Trump skull. This is what they call a ‘fair and free election’.
Bear all that in mind when you next see Kier Starmer reading some script to camera about a ‘policy’ he’s keen on. Starmer is so far down the food-chain he lets a creepy Asian carpetbagger pick up the bill for his woman’s lingerie. You deserve better; Britain and the whole damn world deserves better. There are, as I write these words, more deep-state patsies being wound up like clockwork oranges, being primed and pushed forward to take their shot at saving democracy for the Uniparty. So if you don’t think an all-out war with Russia is a brilliant idea for your future, close your eyes, hold your nose and pray for a Trump victory in November. The alternative does not bear thinking about.