In the week that saw Mark "do you want to see my botty" Collet's motor get trashed, Bnp muppets in Barnsley got a bit of a shock as they tried to march in the town for the first time ever.
Early on in the day a small but committed group of anti-fascists confronted three Bnp members. These three toilets had their banner in a bag however our heroes were unable to retrieve the offending article as the fash ran straight to the nearest pig van squealling for assistance.
The good news is that one of our intrepid few managed to spank a retreating rightist square on the back of the head. As the humbled hater dropped to his knees he recieved a well timed boot straight up his 'weeto'.
After standing around listening to Trots telling them to re-elect the fascists already in power instead of the BNP, as well as hearing some sincere messages of anti-racism, anti-imperialism and other good stuff the group noticed the fash re-grouping a little further downt' road.
Establishing that the correct military term for their planned manouvere was a 'bridgehead' our team resolved not to let the fascists pass when they started to march.
However the po-leese had different ideas and demanded from high on their horses that all decent anti-fascist folk vacate the city centre or suffer the full punitive force of the law for breach of the peace.
Informed by the filth that the Fash would not be allowed to march for fear of public disorder our heroes, sort of satisfied that there was little else to do except get nicked, retired to the boozer.
Over pints they congratulated themselves and shared their dreams and aspirations of a world ruled by none with freedom and cooperation unlimited.
Early on in the day a small but committed group of anti-fascists confronted three Bnp members. These three toilets had their banner in a bag however our heroes were unable to retrieve the offending article as the fash ran straight to the nearest pig van squealling for assistance.
The good news is that one of our intrepid few managed to spank a retreating rightist square on the back of the head. As the humbled hater dropped to his knees he recieved a well timed boot straight up his 'weeto'.
After standing around listening to Trots telling them to re-elect the fascists already in power instead of the BNP, as well as hearing some sincere messages of anti-racism, anti-imperialism and other good stuff the group noticed the fash re-grouping a little further downt' road.
Establishing that the correct military term for their planned manouvere was a 'bridgehead' our team resolved not to let the fascists pass when they started to march.
However the po-leese had different ideas and demanded from high on their horses that all decent anti-fascist folk vacate the city centre or suffer the full punitive force of the law for breach of the peace.
Informed by the filth that the Fash would not be allowed to march for fear of public disorder our heroes, sort of satisfied that there was little else to do except get nicked, retired to the boozer.
Over pints they congratulated themselves and shared their dreams and aspirations of a world ruled by none with freedom and cooperation unlimited.
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