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The Sun Never Shines

Liverpool has the right idea...ban Scumbag reporters from football matches.

I'd go a step further and throw them off a cliff  and ban the Sun altogether. Free speech is a wonderful dream, but in our society it just doesn't work. We don't let people shout fire in a busy marketplace, etc. Why should we let millionaire news barons taint the public psyche?

And yet we do, as evidenced by the seemingly consequence-free hateful hijinks of Kelvin Mackenzie, a professional bigot and arsehole who, while lambasting the unemployed for their perceived fecklessness, accepts no responsibility for the shit he spews.

However it seems a recent 'article', vomited from his own hate glands, has landed him in 'hot water'. It won't last though, there is no way the Scum is ever going to sack him. Why would they? This is all part of the plan. These articles are not published accidentally, nor are they written so. They are all according to the vile agenda these vicious rags have to whip up anger and play people against each toher. To that end, Mackenzie is their star striker.

If he were to get sacked it would actually play into the sense of oppression these articles foster. It will be the same as someone like Jeremy Clarkson getting fired from the 'loony lefty' BBC (not because he physically assaulted a colleague). It is this sense of oppression that is preventing people from seeing how the ruling elite - including and especially the media barons that run rampant - are manipulating them as a group. All of us.

We need to stand together and tell the Murdochs of the world to take their rancid toilet paper screamsheets and fuck off.

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