What in the bleeding fuck is this absolute clown-shit? Rupert Lie-a-lot-Lowe, that smarmy, land-hoarding parasite, just slithered out of his hole to announce he’s running a ‘public enquiry’ into rape gangs. Who the fuck does this piss-stained mockery of a human think he is? He’s no judge, no lawyer—not even a barrister with a wig full of fleas. He’s just a nobody MP, a street-corner wanker scribbling whiny notes about Pakistanis to the Home Office and snipping ribbons on shithouse doors like it’s a real job. This muppet’s got delusions dripping out his ears, and he’s calling it justice. Disgusting.
This twat’s nothing but a farmer who lets crops rot in his head, not the dirt, while he play-acts as a politician. What’s he gonna achieve with this steaming pile of nonsense? Jack shit, that’s what—just a bigger spotlight to jerk off in. He’s not the legal system; he’s a fucking clown with a begging bowl. And there it is, at the bottom: he wants you to pay for it. This prick could fund it with the change down the back of his sofa, but no, he’s out here grifting, begging the public to foot the bill for his latest PR stunt. Another money-spinner for a man who doesn’t need a penny more.
Someone better check the bill at the end and make sure this cunt doesn’t pocket a single fucking cent. Because that’s what this is—a scam wrapped in a cause, designed to make you clap while he picks your pocket. Rupert Lowe, you’re a disgrace, and I’ll be watching every move you make, you slimy bastard.
Spider Thompson, signing off.
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