English Nationalist Alliance Sieg Heiling in London .......

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=awRKR-RP1DA

So Jeff Marsh, are you trying to say convicted Nazis like EDL protestors Mike Heaton and Trevor Hanngington, and your "acquaintances" Ken Jacks, Wayne Baldwin and the Powell Brothers are UAF plants? The only plant round here is one you smoked last night

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W804TI8B9Zo

Just to correct the typo, the road leading off from the station is Queens Road of course, not Queens Street!

Jeffrey Marsh of Casuals United would like to humbly apologise for trolling Indymedia under many different guises in the last few months. Jeffrey is the first to admit he has been an anti-social menace to society by inflicting violence and racism on Joe Public via his Casuals United blog, which he also admits is boring, rambling, and is subject to bouts of irrationality and poor spelling.

Anti racists should please take note, Poor Jeffrey is a changed man, and would no longer like to be thought of as the social pariah who has rallied football hooligans to violently assault people with darker skins for kicks. Neither does he want to murder socialists or anarchists, or people who don't like racialists. In-fact, he now claims to be a champion of the working classes, despite raking lots of money in from EDL merchandising and the sale of his Cardiff Soul Crew memoirs (Cardiff Soul Crew - think soul music made by coloured people - if this isn't proof that Jeffrey is no-longer racist, you anti-fascists are heartless monsters).

In-fact, after visiting prison, Jeffrey has also gone easy on his rampant homophobia. Since being banged up with twenty-stone, well-oiled fellow prisoners, with a penchant for baby oil massages, he tries to not label gay people as being "poofs" and "lessies". He actively supports Trevor Kelway's EDL Gay And Lesbo Division, as they operate safely out of sight behind closed doors, and never dare walk through Wetherspoons.

Life was hard in prison for Poor Jeffrey, and he grew up fast when he was repeatedly jailed for mutilating rival football fans with sharp knives for fun. His mind was sick, like all mental sufferers, and due to Jeffrey being male (gender-wise), he has had a phobia of doctors which has stopped him from being sectioned by trick cyclists, and he was repeatedly spanked by his father for telling too many lies, and multiple-personality disorder, which is why the poor lad has been trolling on Indymedia under the names of "Gerry Gable", "Martin Smith", "Whitechapel Anarchists" and "Anarchist Antifa".

Jeffrey Marsh wasn't just doing this to divide and conquer the anti-fascist opposition. He does honestly think he is more than one person, and libellously adopting fake personalities, Martin Smith for instance (posting pro-violence comments so he gets arrested), is his active therapy, now that the quacks no-longer carry out the full-frontal lobotomy that the sick lad needs.

Ritalin hadn't been invented when sad, attention-seeking Jeffrey hung out with the wrong sort of boys. He only got involved in the serious football hooligan scene because he wasn't able to get a girlfriend, thus, like any lonely boy, he needed to earn friends, which he did by beating up strangers senselessly for wearing the wrong football coulours, inflicting fear in the hearts of innocent families hoping to watch a safe and friendly game of footie.

Jeffrey only famously viciously stabbed the Manchester United fan like a raving madman, not for fun (apart from harmless kicks), because voices in his head told him to "fight the devil" to make peace with God. So, being the changed man he is, he slashed a "Red Devil" like a beetroot, hoping he would breathe his last, and his reward for "fighting the good fight" would be a free season ticket to heaven, as well as increased book, video and download sales.

Jeffrey Marsh doesn't hate all Muslims. Well, maybe he loathes the ordinary ones who just try to go about their ordinary everyday lives and are clobbered by drunken gangs of EDL racists, but actually, in a perverse way, he admires the spunk of Islamic Religious Extremist minority, such as suicide bombers in War-Torn Afganistan, who talk about being rewarded by marrying virgins in the next life. Don't let him know I said this, but my dear little Jeffrey...., well how do I say this without making him feel like "one of those", isn't entirely comfortable at the thought of finally losing his virginity.

The EDL do now have a Ladies Division, he tells me, but they are not ladies, and neither are they liberated or non of that nonsense. Like their idol the Charley's Angels, like proper little housewives, they are ordered what to do by men, and know their station. The lads of the EDL told them not to travel to Bradford's railway stations, and like good girls not the Carling-infused "cheap slags" the communists like to view them as, they do what they are told. Women, coloured people, self-loathing Sikh Poster Boys, they are all salad dressing for the "meat and two veg" of the ordinary white working class male that Jeffrey now swears to give a shit about.

Violent brutal football casualism is his only religion, but Jeffrey isn't as thick as he often appears. He tells me he has heard of Buddhism and Ying & Yang (sounds foreign, Asian-even, so much for being a racialist). Since going berserk with the knife on that Man United fan, Poor Jeffrey Marsh has had daily nightmares since commiting his senseless crime that God will allow rival football thugs to get even with him, in a fatal way, waking up in a deep sweat about being chased down the street by cannabalistic Combat18-loving Chelsea Headhunters.

He decided not to travel to Bradford, not so his comrades would walk into the dangerous scenarios he himself has brewed-up via his peacemaking, unifying Casuals United website, as Poor Jeffrey isn't a gay coward. Jeffrey took the very difficult decision to lead the casuals from behind the safety of his keyboard, to show his patriotic support for the British Institutions of Law And Order (as he did, grassing-up casuals with bosum-buddy Tommy in Sheffield).

Poor Jeffrey does not wish to give more pleasure to Her Majesty, (figuratively speaking), so he is going to be a good boy from now on.

Jeff Marsh indeed is a changed man!

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