Pseudo Wrestling

Tommy Robinson, depicts a Division-Three-Enoch-Powell Hatred-Harvester, who sits inside the martyrdom’s house of faeces --- for Sun Readers who worship the Robinson Crusade as if their identity depends on it.  They oddly enough, buy into the fascist, working-class, beef cake, ‘giv-in it large’ piffle that Robinson manifests; what many Sun Readers don’t know he’s not fighting for British identity of the premise; Tommy Robinson is really called Stephen Yaxley-Lennon,  other pseudos’ have tried to hide his double-barrel ultra-swank namely… Andrew McMaster and Paul Harris; he’s obviously had identity issues. So, my advice to the contrarian is to embrace the Yaxley-Lennon persona and offer the Tommy Robinson follower a slice of the ilk of a double-barrel name status and don’t forget the monocle.

Hone in on the seventeenth century tailor attire of Rees-Mogg; by doing so… you’ll be able to appeal and appear on the Right-Wing BBC Shows, sitting adjacent to the fake coloured Michael Portillo and observe A C Grayling’s grey-cells doing somersaults by quizzing the will of the People’s advisory Brexit mandate by threatening a storming of Westminster… by the Tommy Robinson’s band of merry slightly inebriated men exacting Dante’s Inferno, dependent if there’s a footie match or a cheap alcohol sale on. Contrarians from bygone eras tended to keep to the same moniker otherwise your followers wouldn’t know who to follow and based on intellect level they’re now incline to engage in the monocle wearing Yaxley-Lennon than choosing an affiliated name connected to soft juice brand. In retrospect and on a personal level Tommy Stella could suffice; because I have found myself in my youth laid out flat on a cold floor, next to a lavatory wishing the ground to swallow me up after having consumed ‘Stella.’

This impression could get you followers, if you really thought about the demographic ‘moniker’ fully. Now, with protectionism gathering up a storm on these brown and not-so-pleasant-land; you’re aware that Brexit without EU Deal on the horizon… beckons; and this means a Yaxley-Lennon mob can join up to a jolly-fellowship of Rees-Mogg mob to which I call them the band of Tax-Haven-Gentleman. They’ll graciously salute a Yaxley-Lennon mob of gentleman – and then there’s the Zionists under the instrumentally lucrative Lobby Program couldn’t be keener to relish the chance to sign-up the contrarian spirit that’ll give unprecedented protectionist power, why bail offers a window of opportunity. Now you may ask me, to what purpose is such a life to be devoted? Indeed, not what your ‘followers’ would scratch their temples over while grabbing a nicotine fix at the newsagents. A dissident’s life is about choosing a moniker that fits the occasion – one issue I have is accepting that a mid-thirty year old being simply tagged ‘Angry Young Man’  with which awkward types are put in their place as callow young rebels adopting a ‘phase.’ A life of crime is not a ‘phase’ – In ‘Look Back in Anger’ a mediocre parody by John Osborne that gave currency to the usage the protagonist namely Jimmy Porter equipped himself having a self-regarding soliloquies when he exasperatingly announces there’s no more good causes left.

Why I profess turning to the Yaxley-Lennon moniker and metamorphose the attire into a three-piece suit and befriend the fascist veil of Rees-Mogg, emulate a Trappist Monk every sunrise and chant.  Definitely change to a palatial accent, copy the gentle but deliberate approach while under public scrutiny, over-elaborate the last syllable and stare direct into the lens imagining it being a ten year old child wanting a pony. Furthermore, base every aspect of one’s social discord to an enlightenment of deepened faith while chewing on some tuna waiting for justice… and you’re good as ready to join another house of faeces. Where top hats are compulsory and by deranged miracle you get frigging elected. Nigel Farage never managed to master that ‘being elected’ trick; due to getting whisked away by pub-going riffraff. 

For your knowledge, a hardened freedom fighter rarely complains of his plight while under lock and key. Herewith, I witness moaning in newspapers, written complaints about jail being compared to Guantanamo Bay which no comparative experiences can be possibly drawn to; but here’s news… claiming you’ve lost 40lbs by eating a tin of tuna a day, because you feared Islamic saliva contamination does not sound like a Civil Rights maverick, in order to survive the periods of stalemate it’s vital the dissident evolve a strategy for survival. In a phrase… they live ‘as if.’ Vaclav Havel understood the Absurd and knew the language of resistance at first-hand. His prize universal Human Rights, not a TV or tinned fruit to go with the tuna.  Another freedom fighter, namely Nelson Mandela had a durable stay and called upon prison as a tremendous education in the need for patience and perseverance; he called it a test of one’s commitment to the cause; instead of losing 40lbs and cultivated hatred he grew hungry for greater humanity.  May I alert you to one of your followers: namely Bobby Brush; he was concerned for you wellbeing and wanted judicial clarity. He genuinely couldn’t believe our freedom fighter Tommy Robinson went to jail bruv for using Facebook outside a court-room during a trial, bruv.

I refrained from engaging in discourse with Mr. Brush after I read further on: ‘wait, what Middle-Eastern country is this happening in? Was it before or after the women driving cars were arrested. If you can explain this absurdly ridiculous ‘law’ with a straight face then you probably can’t understand why England lost the war.’  Regretfully, not a time for an E.P. Thompson theory relating to the ironic and literal – But, if I had the gumption to formulate discourse with Bobby, I’ll haplessly announce Thompson’s ‘People Power’ can bring down their Absurd Rulers with a well organised stint of arm-folding and sarcasm. Don’t get me wrong, I’d much prefer a profanity ‘Brush-off’ from a Robinson Crusader who is profoundly ill-advised to the point of England losing the war…  (I hasten a guess the Irish War of Independence (1919-21); we failed to snatch the Guinness family recipe)  – Than, say giving air-play to Professor Daniel Pipes; who’s academia sheds a bellicose hard shadow over ‘free-thinking democracies’ – I quake at his Pro-Zionist agenda; devised under the cerebral pitter-patter of a ‘Education Fund;’ all graciously transparent because the foundation is a charity and those listed on Middle East Forum Website has a slice of the 2 million dollar annual bounty; all collaborating on the taxpayers’ expense to adhere to a Pro-Israel agenda. 

Opt for the Thompson’s ‘People Power’ and keep dignity intact, for populism every so often clears out the career-politicians and so-called elitists whom like nothing more than fund people-puppeteer-projects. It’s far better being a resident in the martyrdom’s house of faeces, than a bought one sitting on a grandeur table eating with a bunch of arm-folding and sarcastic Middle East Forum members, poking the nerve-centre of dehumanization. Give me a profanity-ridden-rant, finally punctuated by a ‘Brush-off’ any-day.  Nothing wrong in fantasizing about being a modern day Citizen Smith, protesting for uniting a nation against the State, which suffers with avarice and automatically discombobulates. Instead reflect on a ‘private morality’ and once you do, you’ll bypass the snobbery and misanthropy. But you won’t do that Stephen, Tommy, Andrew whatever your ruddy name is this ‘phase’ – you’ll forget your old Luton freedom fighting roots, forget those who warm to your prejudices and ye-s you’ll proudly jog on the Bournemouth promenade alongside Boris Johnson in a ‘bromance’ brought about by shared ultra- racism, bigotry and vilifying letterboxes.

The problem with the State is it recruits the Yaxley-Lennons and the Rees-Moggs of this world; the State just can’t get enough of charlatans…   expressing truth that’s unbelievable, especially how ordinary British men and women are seen as the enemy by their own police and politicians --- Written by Tommy Robinson ‘Enemy of the State’ (2015).  What though will happen to Tommy Robinson, in case the State will see him as an enemy? In his righteous pursuits he’ll encourage his supporters to threaten the judicial system with their corn-beef-brain-idiocies. Meanwhile, beneath the chicanery, Yaxley-Lennon emerges from the flames of ire and Bobby Brush and Co will stop and listen to the monocle-one—hand in hand with a beaming Rees-Mogg; the nation pays witness to the resurrection of a Britain First – Zionist puppet.