Naval-gazing over how he (and his handler Growler) can make a fast buck, whilst his EDL Pegidans nazal gaze on patriotic Lutonian white powder, little Yaxley-Lennon, already on a retainer from Pegida Dresden for his Germanic mumbling duties (he never bothered learning the language) and pocketing book sales, will be poised and ready to launch his brand new crappy clothing line for style-devoid Pegidans. Purchasing hoodies stitched with slave labour in a Bangladeshi sweat shop would be Pegidan footsoldiers' chance to get one over Muslims. Every machine death caused by Tommy's clothing order will be announced joyously on tannoy as a victory against Islam.

Anyone still with money in their pockets, will be liable to being robbed by Derek Fender, Pegidans will be thoroughly warned. Pegidans who safely give all their pennies to Hel and Tommy and have nothing left to steal will therefore be doing the lightfingered Mr Fender a magnificent favour by keeping him out of police custody.

All the old crew the EDL's footsoldiers used to love (to hate) will be out in force, and this includes the podgy fat sex machine Dave Bolton. Lard-arse Mr Bolton, Shrek arse tattoos and all, we be offering his undersized penis to any EDL Angels who dare to march under Tommeh's Germanic flag of convenience.

So back to ANTIFA - This is your big chance to get the cowards of Pegida UK fleeing out of Brum. All mouth but no trousers, the EDL's Midlands Division have officially switched allegiances, and are poised and ready to shit themselves at the sight of a mighty and unrelenting army of determined antifascists coming their way.

NO PASARAN!

Birmingham New Street's lost luggage office had better make preparations now for when the fash scarper......

Rotten bananas at the ready: -

NAZI SCUM..... OUT OF BRUM!