Essentially, These ‘Protestors’ Are Pigs!

If some ‘personality’ or fake ‘NGO’ –

( I say fake, because so many ‘non-government organisations…’

…actually dig their dishonest snouts into government grants)

– says or does something appalling ( a frequent occurrence!) then I am never slow at providing their email etc. contacts.

They deserve to be bombarded with condemnatory communications.

What I DON’T do is provide anyone’s home address.

That is wrong. Where you live is your place, not for publication…

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…so ne’er-do-wells can muster to menace you.

Not so the Red Nazi Antifa, and their BLM rabble comrades.

We have often seen scumbags besiege targets of interest.

Remember this fat-assed grizzly bear?

‘Twas that grotesque who ranted ‘just stab the mother-f…..r in the heart…’Black KNIVES Matter? Hideous Hate-Freak Helm Exposed! 

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And this shameless attempt at home invasion, in Hamilton, Ontario…

Hamilton Ontario – Obnoxious Perverts Besiege Mayor’s Home 

So although I deplore everything about that disgraceful Durkan woman, I am compelled to share her outrage over the arrival at her ( posh) home in Seattle….

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  Seattle Mayor Jenny Durkan

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…of a far-left rabble.

https://www.theblaze.com/news/seattle-durkan-protest-home-chop

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All the worse that one of her own council members brought the scum to Durkin’s doorstep.

But we should not be surprised, and nor should she…

 

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…as she must be fully aware that Red Nazi Antifa pigs are devoid of any respect for other people’s rights.

Sorry, in retrospect, my headline is unfair to pigs –

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– animals do not deserve comparison with such sub-humans as turned that ‘autonomous zone’ of Seattle into an extended sty.

Till The Next Time, Tree!

Hey-ho.

Christmas tree back in its box again.

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The idle days between outings were filled with reading, and I came across several new authors, new to me at least, like Harlan Coben and Duncan Falconer, whose fiction I recommend to all who like a rattling good yarn!

However, though Twelve Days of Christmas have gone by, the consolation is that, with Jakarta’s remaining resident foreigners all drifting back from their Yuletide overseas jaunts, the party season will resume next week and continue through the year.

As predicted this morning, my day passed agreeably, my visitor on time, more or less, a pleasant hour or so, then, since the sun was still shining down, I hung out the washing and headed for the warteg, where the cheery proprietrix welcomed me and her young assistants served up my usual order.

Then back across the road to a brand-new IndoMaret, much closer than the other mini-marts round here, where I resupplied myself with cigs.

The place only opened days ago, but when I walked in, the young lad behind the counter at once declared ‘Yes, Mister, Bohem Hijau, ya?’

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Astounded at his psychic powers, I nodded, then he revealed that he had formerly worked in another shop and remembered their only foreign customer and his taste in smokes! I thanked him and wandered home, but not to do the ironing – another visitor tomorrow to assist with that!

Tonight, at home, actually cooking myself – mince and potatoes, a favourite from way back.

And tomorrow is another day. Nice to relax, and there’s also a pleasant thought to contemplate.

Only two more weeks till that ratbag gets evicted from the White House!.