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Links in with the “de-banking” of many other people, from —briefly— Farage to people without Farage’s connections, support base, or money; I am thinking of, inter alia, Sam Melia, Laura Towler, Mark Collett and (I think also) Nick Griffin at one time.
There are the powers of the State, but there are also the powers of corporate entities such as banks, exercised arbitrarily.
No (real) British citizen, i.e. white “proper” Brit, should have his citizenship revoked, for any reason.
That pathetic yet still quite sinister and plainly defiant Scottish lesbianka is full of both malice and, indeed, deceit. Apparently, she never noticed that her husband (I believe, now ex-husband) had bought both a motorhome costing £140,000 and a Jaguar SUV costing over £81,000.
So…Nicola Sturgeon visited her parents-in-law, where the new £140,000 motorhome was apparently parked (I thought it was at least once parked outside her own house, too; maybe, maybe not) and she remained, she says, totally unaware of its existence because it was parked alongside, and not at the front. Possible, if they live somewhere such as Blenheim Palace; otherwise not…
So, also…not only did Nicola Sturgeon’s “in-laws” never once mention her husband’s (and therefore also her own) massive, newly-bought, and very expensive motorhome to her? Does that seem even marginally plausible? Not to me. They never politely said “we love your lovely new motorhome” or “where do you think you will visit in your new motorhome?“?
As liars go, Nicola Sturgeon is not very believable.
It amuses me that, in order to seem sober, and not spendthrift or dishonest, the SNP has replaced Nicola Sturgeon with a dull fellow called Swinney, but he looks like a head-in-trough bureaucrat type anyway.
The history in that part of the world is amazing, and history is still being made there.
The “Parliamentary road” can only be a part, and probably a minor part, of the social-national revolution, in my view.
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I know what I should like to say about that but, were I to do so, I should probably have to endure, yet again, the boredom of dealing with woodentopped plods at my door, or at a police station.
Ian Robert Millard 