I spent hours researching Tony Blair. It truly beggars belief that this most odious of men who perpetrated a genocide in Iraq was appointed as a Peace Envoy to The Middle East. This vainglorious turd of a man with the morals of an alley cat on heat should never have been given a seat a the top tables. It was a sop conferred on him by the Americans for his backing of their illegal war.
My first premium article of 2018 centred on Blair’s relationship with his kingmaker, Rupert Murdoch. I highlighted how this relationship went sour when he bedded Murdoch’s wife. I pointed out that the political office he most craves, the status of Labour Party Grandee, will always be out of his reach. Corbyn knows where all Blair’s skeletons are buried. In one of my most detailed exercises in investigative journalism to date, I lift the lid on the scandals that Blair and his colleagues at New Labour don’t want us to read. Blair’s D notice, and much more, will be exposed.
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My interest was piqued when Blair asserted that he would not have been able to climb the greasy pole of political office if social media had been as widespread as it is today. Guido Fawkes would have had him on toast. Have a look at the following photograph of Blair and his group of champagne socialists:
Note how he is simulating pulling on his cock. Is he implying that someone in his group or the photographer is a wanker or does he have a penchant for auto-erotic stimulation? Those at Oxford anticipated that Miranda’s cock (his cross-dressing name) and Blair’s boy’s gate peccadilloes would be his undoing. However they did not foresee Blair using a D-Notice to spare his blushes, and that of some the most prominent members of his 23 strong cabinet. The de facto 24th member was Rupert Murdoch.
Blair is not the first British Prime Minister (PM) to have sucked more than the marrow out of life.
Churchill had huge gambling, drinking and whoring bills. He usually insisted on ginger haired prostitutes. Some of his fellow carousers bought him a ginger tomcat as a private joke.
As was revealed in Guy Burgess’ diaries, Churchill’s original (not retrospectively doctored) Sandhurst file lists him as ‘a confirmed sodomite and a menace to the younger boys.’
This reckless bisexual abandon – every hole was a high feast day – made him vulnerable to the whims of The Square Mile:
“Do as we say and there will be a nice stipend coming your way. Deny us and we will bring you to your kness to watch your sordid world collapse around you. There’s a good boy.”
Churchill took bankers cash in the name of Colonel Arden during WWII and in civvy street Mr. A Conner received brown paper packages wrapped in string with a banker’s wax seal.
There are those who contend that Edward Heath was a coprophilliac – a literal turd burglar in layman’s terms. He would regularly take boys from certain care homes away on his boat for weekends. His sheets had to be perfectly white, freshly ironed and perfumed. Heath was warned 4 times by the police for hanging around public toilets. Special Branch had to appoint a man to protect him from himself.
Did Liberal party leader Jeremy Thorpe’s threaten to bring down Edward Heath and a slew of other politicians to get him off charges relating to his attempt to murder his wayward lover, Norman Scott?
The name ‘Mr. Eddy’ was well known on Hampstead Heath and the boys home nearby in the seventies.
In 1972 Labour politician Tom Driberg gave a long list of top people involved in ‘blackmail-able’ sexual pursuits to MI5. This same list in the same order would later turn up at the KGB’s London office. Top of this list was Sir Anthony Blunt – the Queen’s art curator – who was believed to be a procurer of men and young lads. When a person dies their bowels tighten then release. Blunt was alleged to have strangled young boys while sodomizing them in ‘snuff’ killings. This appartently heightens the sexual climax. He would obtain boys from care homes for David Temple, who was also known as ‘Soxon Rothschild’ because he always kept his socks on while naked.
I digress. In 1983 at Bow St Magistrates Court a certain Charles Lynton was fined £50 for attempted soliciting in city toilets. When MI5 intervened the police notes and several prior verbal warnings were wiped from the records. Charles Lynton was at university well known as ‘Miranda’ a promiscuous cross-dresser who played a guitar badly. Charles Lynton is Tony Blair’s middle names.
A score of names who were frequent visitors to care homes included pop musicians DJs and top politicians. Did Blair’s D-notice gag and stymie reporters from investigating well-founded allegations that Gordon Brown was close to several rent boys and that Sarah Macauley had been paid £50,000 to marry him and stay the course? This quantum was provided by publisher Robert Maxwell’s ‘black widow fund.’ If these revelations were known to my well-informed readers I tip my hat to them. What follows will take your breath away.