Get Off My Lawn Podcast #85 | I just flew back from Tommy Robinson’s trial and boy are my arms soccer hooligans
This episode is dedicated to the INSANE charges against Tommy Robinson and the throngs of supporters who showed up to his trial on Thursday. The media class in Britain turns a blind eye to pedophile gangs and focusses all their attention on obfuscating Tommy's message. I have no idea why. I think it's because they hate the working class. The result is one man, alone, fighting on behalf of Britain's children. For more, check out the CRTV Tonight ep dedicated to this trip at CRTV.com.
I just flew back from Tommy Robinson's trial in London and boy are my arms soccer hooligans.
That's not witty.
That's not how the joke goes, Gavin.
It's gotta sound like boy are my arms tired.
And of course, as I've said in the past, the champion joke of that is, I just flew back from a Transformers convention, and boy are my arms tires.
Can't beat that.
So why did I introduce this show with such a lame joke?
I don't know.
Because the first line is always the title, okay?
I had to get it all out.
But yeah, I did just get back from Tommy's trial and I'll try not to be pedantic and get lost in the weeds of this trial because the big picture is the state is trying to mentally torture Tommy because he's brought to light the problem they have over there with Pakistani Muslim pedophile grooming gangs.
It is an epidemic.
Tommy shone the spotlight on it and they don't like that.
Now I have a million theories for all this but that's really the takeaway.
That's what I think is important.
Forget Muslims, forget Tommy.
Just that the state can violate the law and persecute people like that.
Put a man in a cage for 10 weeks for contempt of court when the previous worst sentence for contempt of court was a $6,000 fine.
Contempt of court is like when your brother gets sentenced for something and you think it's unfair and you yell, fuck you, judge!
In the courtroom.
That's what it is for.
And you get a slap on the wrist or you go to jail or you go to the tombs for two days or something like that.
It's not... You're not supposed to go to solitary... Solitary confinement... Worst case scenario, you stab a man in prison, right?
Then you go to solitary for 14 days max.
You could murder a man and you'll go to solitary for 14 days.
Tommy was in there for 10 weeks.
That's illegal right in and of itself right there.
You could stop the whole thing right there.
But he didn't shiv anyone.
He just questioned two pedophiles as they were going into court.
Yo, that jeopardized the trial!
That puts the whole trial at risk!
No it doesn't.
First of all, the BBC and a bunch of other websites had already publicized these guys' names and given all the details of the trial.
You did the press ban after that.
And secondly, jurors aren't allowed to go online.
They're not allowed to look at Tommy's live feeds.
That's the law.
And if you do that, you could be facing serious crimes.
Perjury and all that.
So there, I'm already getting lost in the weeds.
Let me go back a bit.
Let's have some fun, shall we?
Um... I decide to go on Wednesday.
To go to London, England.
And... I was considering business class, but I'm sorry.
I'm just too fucking cheap to spend $8,000 on a plane ticket.
That's more than $1,000 an hour.
That's just not... I could be a billionaire, and that's just a bad use of money.
You could have a limousine pick you up at the airport, and then just be your personal driver the entire time.
That's probably 500 pounds a day.
That's probably, what, like 700 bucks a day.
That's 7 times 3.
That's 22,100 bucks.
I'm still, because a normal ticket is like $3,000 last minute, right?
So that's $5,000.
I have $5,000 to spend.
I only just spent two of it.
I still have $3,000.
I could literally have a female escort in the limousine as my sex slave for the entire time I'm there.
I wouldn't do that.
I'm married.
And it would still be cheaper than a business class ticket.
You know what I'm saying?
That's not even first class.
First class was probably $15,000.
And when you're walking on the plane, you see all these people.
A lot of them are old ladies, and you can tell it's some athlete's mom.
And the others, their business paid for it.
It's the write-off anyway.
And you just think, none of you paid for this.
What a scam.
Anyway, it's not a scam.
It's part of the free market, Gavin.
Shut up.
So, I tried to get as hammered as possible, but I waited too late.
And I didn't have enough time.
And plus, those drinks.
Again, you're talking to a Scotsman.
The only person cheaper than me is Ezra Levant.
We'll get to him in a second.
God, that guy.
Okay, let's just jump to Ezra.
So we're at the pub after the rally.
I'm giving you like a little foreshadowing here.
I'm going to go back to the story in chronological order shortly, but at these rallies, at these things, there's obviously like a, well you can see online there was a good thousand people there, right?
The ones that have the courage to come up to you or go to the front line or scream Tommy or get past the police barricades, 10 to be mentally ill.
So I would say out of these thousand people, maybe 3% had mental problems.
However, out of the people that approached me and Ezra and stuff, that's a good 60% because you're getting the cream of the crazy crop.
So this, we're at the pub, and Ezra drives me nuts, cause he doesn't drink.
Like, Ez, we're at a fucking pub, have a goddamn beer.
First he has a Diet Coke, and then he, someone goes, Yo Roy, can I get you a pint?
You want a drink?
And he goes, Yeah, I'll just get a, a tonic.
Pardon?
You mean a gin and tonic?
Which, even that I disapprove of, cause that's a granny drink.
But he's like, No, just tonic water, just bubbly water.
Bubbly water?
Dude, you're sub-chick.
And he does.
He's a woman.
Buy him a bubbly water.
You were going to beer hell.
You just committed a beer sin.
You committed a dude sin.
I was sitting there with him just watching masculinity be blasphemed again and again and again.
And he orders nachos, too.
British nachos.
Can you imagine what those are?
It's nachos with some cheese, jalapenos, a little bit of salsa, and then, of course, a separate dish of sliced wieners.
What?
What's Mexican about taking a hot dog, cooking it up, and then cutting it into thin slices with toothpicks available?
There's your protein, mate.
Thank you, Senor Yabo.
So, um, dead end yobs.
A yobbo is a soccer hooligan.
A yob.
I forget the etymology of it, but it's probably an acronym.
Those Brits usually do that.
So anyway, two funny guys come up in there, and Tommy and Ezra are both way too tolerant of everyone.
And so, when these nuts come up, I don't wanna- As my father taught me at a very young age when we were at a pub and some guy came up and started talking about aliens and I said- I started questioning him and then he wouldn't leave us alone.
My father just leans over after the fucking lunatic finally does leave us and he just says, Don't engage.
Wisest words my father's ever said besides, Don't take any wooden nickels, my boy.
Don't engage.
But he engages, and then he goes on his fucking computer, and I'm stuck with the loonies.
Anyway, these loonies gave us 20 pounds.
There's some, uh, get yourself a run of drinks, right?
And I go, I don't want your money, and I'm putting, trying to put it back in their pocket, and Ezra goes, hey, what are you doing?
He's cheaper than me.
And I go, it's sort of considered a normal thing, dude, when someone gives you money, you don't want it.
And he goes, these people are trying to support us and the only way they know how.
And, uh, then they left.
And I go, you better fucking buy some pints with that retard money.
Because, because that's, you don't just pocket it.
He goes, alright, alright, I think he was gonna just pocket it.
Not that he's duplicitous or dishonest in any way.
Ezra is a very honest person.
But he loves money.
And he doesn't, he's not greedy, he doesn't pocket it for himself.
That would go to the cause, whatever.
And he spent a fortune to get there.
Anyway, uh, I eventually make him buy a beer.
And he seems kind of, uh, cloudy-headed after just one.
He's sort of like Bill Odenkirk, Bob Odenkirk's brother, who writes for The Simpsons.
That guy's a quiet little dude who doesn't drink, and you get one beer in him and he almost faints.
Those kind of dudes.
And you know what else happened when we were there?
Kev, uh, Tommy's bodyguard.
Someone comes up and he goes, Get us some sweeties for the kids, mate.
And he puts five pounds in Kevin's blazer pocket.
Now Ezra, Ezra's attitude would be, That's sweet.
You know?
Get the kids some sweeties.
That's a nice gesture.
People supporting each other.
I strongly disagree.
Get your fucking money out of my blazer.
I don't want your five pounds.
Now what do I gotta do?
I have to go buy Tommy's kids some licorice?
That's a pain in my ass.
I bought the- Actually, I did buy the kid some candy.
When I got- I bought- I bought his girls some teddy bears and I bought his son a little box of candy shaped like the Statue of Liberty.
I just got, you know, crap at the airport.
I do that with my own money.
I don't want your five pounds.
Don't give me a homework assignment.
Do I sound like a dick to you right now?
Because this sounds perfectly reasonable to me.
That's a lot of his fans I got a real problem with.
I was saying when we were there, I go, at least Antifa punches you and then runs away.
These fans, Jesus Lord, they literally almost killed us.
You can see, if you go to CRTV.com, you can sign up.
I think there's a special discount for this particular episode.
I know you don't want to use your credit card.
Can't you just sign up and then cancel after you see the episode?
But they were squishing us Beatlemania style.
Like, we were getting... I like how I use a Beatles cover band to talk about... Why not just go straight to the quick, Gav?
Sorry, they were about to crush us Beatles style.
And just as with the Beatles, I'm sitting there going, what do you guys want?
You want to touch him?
He's not the Messiah.
You want to kiss him on the lips?
You want a hug?
You want a piece of his clothing?
Why?
Why are you pushing?
You want to say hello?
He's on his way to fucking court.
He doesn't have time for a conversation, especially with a thousand people.
Oh, and the crazy part is Tommy Did wanna do that!
He comes out, and I'm like, okay, here's the plan, gov.
We're gonna go... No, his bodyguards.
His soccer hooligan pals.
Who are the best guys on earth, by the way?
Soccer hooligan pals, um, said, alright, here's the deal.
We're gonna go, we got a police line down there, we got a black hack, and we'll go to a pub, maybe a few miles away, right?
Chill out, get away from the crowd.
And Tommy goes, no, I wouldn't feel right.
I wouldn't feel right.
Oi!
In Luton, they say oi instead of I. It's usually a Northern English thing.
I don't quite understand it, but like, oi wouldn't feel right about that.
They sound like they're from Newcastle, even though they're from next to Essex.
Oi wouldn't feel right about that.
I'm doing a terrible Tommy.
Oi wouldn't feel right about that.
I don't want to, I don't want to go back.
Uh, I wouldn't, all these people came out.
I want to say hello.
I want to, I want to back them up.
I'm like, Tommy, are you insane?
And then he goes, let's just go to a pub and we'll say hello to everyone.
That's a great idea, Paul McCartney and John Lennon.
Let's say hi to a thousand people.
Totally implausible!
What are you doing, dude?
We gotta get the fuck out of here!
But he does.
He goes to a pub.
So, we get mauled.
The owners are freaking out.
They barricade the doors.
People are pushed up against the glass.
There's a thousand people who all want a piece of this guy.
No, you can't talk to them, Tom.
Jesus Christ, literally.
Alright, so sorry.
Ezra's cheapness made me jump ahead.
And part of my resentment towards him is that I want to get wasted with him, because I can tell he'd be a great drunk.
Because he's got such an incredible vocabulary.
He's Dr. Dictionary.
Parsimonious was one great word he taught me, which means cheap.
We were negotiating money once, as we are wont to do, and I was trying to squeeze more dollars out of him when I worked at Rebel, and he goes, look, I'm not trying to be parsimonious.
You know, you're parsing it out.
It's a great word.
I think he also taught me pulchritudinous, which is another fantastic word, meaning big tits and a big ass.
You know what that just reminded me of?
At my son's baseball games, there's this mom there who's, and we, her and I bitch about Fortnite all the time.
And she told me about this awesome app called Unglued, where you can control your kid's phones and pull them off the internet whenever you want.
And she also taught me With Fortnite, not with any other games, you have to take the kid out when he's done his time and put him in a room to decompress for 15 minutes.
Just like a detoxification, delousing room.
You know?
Like if you were working at a nuclear power plant, you probably have to go to some room where they just spray, I don't know, nuclear soap on you for 5 minutes.
And she said, with Fortnite in particular, you really gotta do that.
And I did it, and it worked.
She's right.
So I went up to the dad, friend of mine, and I say, I cannot, I cannot get over how good your wife's tips are.
He's looking at me like I have a raccoon coming out of my mouth.
And, uh, I go, just incredible.
And, uh, you know, you're, you're a lucky man.
She's very, very intelligent one.
And, uh, I go, what's the problem here?
And he goes, Oh shit.
I thought you were talking about my wife's tits.
Wouldn't that be fucking hilarious?
To go up to a dad at baseball and just go, I cannot get over your wife's tits, dude.
Just absolutely incredible.
I mean, she's got, what, three kids?
They're just perky and the nipples are perfect.
You lucky dog.
Alright, so I get on the plane.
Back hurts.
Very uncomfortable flight.
I don't really enjoy that flight.
Get there.
I did it the course of the day.
Got a bunch of work done.
But it's hard doing work on a plane because people can read what you're typing.
And I'm guest editing Penthouse Australia this month.
So I'm like talking about pussy eating and stuff and editing these articles about sex with like these fucking losers next to me.
God, these beta males.
The guy next to me was watching Bob's Burgers the entire flight and then he's finally switched it to that stop-motion animation movie with the Japanese dogs.
I honestly think Britain killed 50% of their brave genes in World War I and World War II.
It is pussy central, and I don't mean ladies.
Fucking ugly wimps populate the entire middle class of Britain.
Now, of course, there's the yobbos, the hooligans, who are the best guys I've ever met in my life.
I felt like Bill Buford in that book, Among the Thugs.
You don't call me crazy to do this, but it helps, Gav!
Every joke has a knee-slapping roar after the end.
Like this one guy up there, he goes, yo, down in Columbia, fucking got on this bird, and she turns out to be a geyser.
I mean, and this is after we've already got started.
I mean, I'll beat the shit out of him, obviously.
And everyone's kind of serious in the van as he tells the story about when he was tricked by a tranny who he then beat mercilessly.
And then he goes, uh, well, I'm not going to say it didn't happen again.
And then everyone laughs their head off.
And then as they're scream laughing, they go, uh, they go, uh, what star as a mistake became a habit?
Screaming, laughing.
I was hitting on a waitress there just in a stupid, flirty way, right?
She had a beauty mark.
And it was in the perfect spot.
And I go, Jesus, of all the places a beauty spot, beauty mark could be, it could be on the tip of your nose, on your eyelid, you got it right in the perfect spot.
I mean, I could take a Sharpie and just start doing dots and all the places a beauty mark could be, and I bet I'd get up to like 3,000.
So you having that beauty mark there, the odds of that are one in 3,000 at least.
They go, oh, look, Gavin's got a fancy.
And then they go, I think I've said this before, because it's from a different trip, but they go, Gavin's always been faithful to his wife, but it's not for want of trying.
Ah!
Like screaming loud.
They're like Vikings.
They really are like the stereotypical Vikings with the big fucking wood and iron mugs smashing on the bar.
Anyway.
I'll get there.
I'll get a driver.
And he's holding up McKinnis.
Oh, I'm so excited to tell you this part.
This is actually one of my favorite parts of the whole trip.
I get in the fucking car, and we're driving up to Tommy's secret location, which is way out in the country, down a big dark lane.
And we're gonna go to a pub near his neighborhood.
The driver was David Brent.
Ricky Gervais' character from The Office?
Now, before this moment, I thought David Brent was an amalgam of a bunch of different bosses Ricky Gervais has had, and then a big dash of hyperbole, where he exaggerated his characteristics.
Uh, no.
I'm here to tell you that David Brent is a type of guy And there's millions of them.
It's not a Ricky Gervais invention.
Ricky Gervais was just doing a typical person that you come across in Britain.
I didn't know that.
David Brent is like Larry the Cable Guy.
You know Larry the Cable Guy?
He's doing, I forget the actor's real name, he's doing all his cousins and stuff from Ohio and the Midwest, the Rust Belt.
And the, you know, southern side of the Rust Belt.
Virginia type of guys.
Uh, he's doing a typical character, and there's probably millions of Larry the Cable guys, right?
That's what David Brent is.
This guy was quoting David Brent!
Not literally, but... For example, he goes, he goes, uh, I go, oh, we're like, we're in a small town.
I go, oh, this is my favorite type of British little village.
You know, little pub, cobblestone streets.
You know, you go down to the butcher shops for some sausage.
And he goes, oh yeah!
This is little village living!
Yeah!
And then he pumps his arm down like, you know what I'm doing right now with like a pump fist?
Yeah!
He was doing that!
Perfect.
And he was also saying, ladies like two things in life.
They want to dance and they want to laugh.
And I give them both.
Oh, and I'm modest too.
And I was, I swear to God, I was so glad it was dark, because I was sitting in the back seat, shaking my head, going, mouthing the words, Oh.
My.
God.
I'm in a car with David Brent.
Now, I didn't record it, and I'm sorry for that, but I was too gobsmacked.
It's sort of like, you ever go scuba diving with an underwater camera, and you think, oh, I'm going to take pictures of turtles and stuff, and then you see a fucking turtle just go by you in slow motion, like, Hey buddy, what are you doing down here?
And you're so mesmerized that you can't get your camera out and take a picture.
You're just in shock that you're on a different planet.
Scuba diving is the freakiest thing I've ever done.
It's like going to Mars.
So sitting there going, especially when you have to breathe like Darth Vader.
As you're freaking the fuck out.
Like, imagine, imagine, uh, uh, a hundred naked ladies were doing that, uh, you know that, what's it called, that twerk thing?
Where it's like, inopinopinobot, inopinopinobot, inopinopinobot.
Check it!
And then they all go crazy.
Remember that meme from, like, a year ago?
Imagine that happened on your front lawn and it was all naked ladies.
And as that was happening and they're breaking stuff and knocking over bushes, falling into bushes, you had to go.
That's scuba diving.
And that's what it's like being in the back of David Brent's cab.
Holy crap!
What a guy!
Ugly guy, he was on his third wife, and he was like, yeah, I like to club, I like to dance, yeah!
Anyway.
That was just fucking amazing.
And I got- so I get there, and Tommy's having dinner with his parents.
Now, by the way, Tommy's facing prison the next day.
He has no idea what his sentence will be.
If his sentence is any amount of time, and if it's in a prison with any kind of Muslim population, he's going to be killed.
So this could be his last night on Earth.
So you gotta tread lightly in that situation.
So I go there, I meet him at the pub, he's having dinner with his folks, and this could be the last- his last supper.
Jesus, the last supper.
And, uh...
So I say hi, and his mother's so sweet.
She's like, I wish you wouldn't swear, Tommy.
That's the one thing with these interviews.
You said, and then she can't even say shit.
She's like, you said the other day.
I mean, say feces.
By the way, while we were there, in front of the mob, someone threw a piece of shit at us.
So it was like, 99% fans, but there was about six Antifa, all with these perfect factory-made signs, so they were clearly paid, and they were there for five minutes, posed for pictures, and left.
But someone threw a piece of shit at us, and their knickers accompanied the poo, and acted as a sort of a catapult.
Oh yeah, the mom wanted him to say poo.
And wear your green jacket, Tom.
I don't like the ta-toos.
British people say ta-toos.
They also say ta-pee for tee-pee.
And the shit that landed next to me, it's on my show by the way, CRTV Tonight at CRTV.com.
We have footage of it.
It was as big as a loaf of bread and I am not exaggerating one iota.
It was this big.
You wanna know how big it was?
Take your shoes right now, and duct tape them together.
That's a turd.
And I am familiar with these turds, having lived in the city for a quarter century.
That is a junkies turd.
Junkies get constipated.
Opioids make you constipated, and they don't shit for seven days, and then eventually they give birth.
They go through contractions, they get an epidural, and they lie on the stirrups and give birth to a loaf of bread.
And when you look at these shits, you can see the days of the week.
Like, cause there's a dark area, there's one that's just niblets, there's sort of a creamy section.
Oh, I was dry heaving.
I'm just going to dry heave remembering it.
Because this woman hid it out of the way and it broke in two.
Somehow it breaking in two.
It sort of codified the truth that it is a piece of shit.
Because before it could have been chocolate or from a novelty shop, but when you saw it split, there was no more pretending.
Anyway, so, we're at the pub, and, uh... I hate traveling too, because you're not on their time zone, so it's like midnight there, and he wants to be with his wife, it's his last night on Earth, and I'm ready to fucking destroy.
It's only 6pm.
Let's empty all the bars of all the liquor, and get destroyed.
Oh!
That's another thing.
This solitary confinement, it sort of turned Tommy, it was meant to break him, of course, but it turned him into Grasshopper.
So now he is a ninja.
And the old Tommy, we would get shitfaced and be gone for days.
But the new Tommy is like, no, thank you.
And he can like bend forks with his mind and stuff.
So he doesn't really drink anymore.
And he used to, he'd have a fight with his missus or something and go disappear for a while.
Now he just goes outside.
And then comes back in.
So I hate to say it, and I've seen this with a lot of my friends, but jail can improve a lot of guys.
Look, it's anecdotal evidence, but almost every guy I know who's been to jail says, straighten me out, man.
I wrote a book there.
Look at Jim Goad.
He wrote a great book in prison.
What's it called?
Shit Magnet.
Now another guy, I just saw a movie, I don't know him, but I just saw a movie last night which is really, really good called American Animals.
I cannot recommend it enough.
It's a true story about these guys who stole a 12 million dollar book from the library and got caught.
And one of the guys, he's in prison, he writes a book on prison workouts.
Now he's a fitness instructor.
The other guy became one of the best artists in America.
He paints birds.
The main guy in the story.
So I think the penitentiary, we talk about recidivism, but I don't know, there seems to be an exception to it somehow.
Anyway.
So we do an interview, and that's on CRTV's YouTube page.
You can see us talking about it, and he's talking about the general problem with these rape gangs, raping 12-year-old girls.
There's another thing going on that no one's talking about over there called Jihad Love, where these Muslims will take a 16-year-old, a 17-year-old, get her addicted to heroin, And then she comes and follows them and becomes a sex slave because of the heroin and it's technically consensual.
And she's also not being kidnapped because she's of age.
She's 17 now.
So there's a whole other thing going on that's not really the same as these preying on 12-year-olds and 13-year-olds and it's getting... it's like the old pimp game.
You know, from Harlem, where you get these drug addicts and they become dependent on you.
And then they're slaves.
And this woman, like, Tommy was taking in his car for, I don't know what, a tune-up or something.
And the woman at the car dealership takes him aside and she's crying.
They got my daughter, Tom.
Nobody knows.
I don't know why nobody knows.
Is there shame involved?
I fucking talked to some Guardian reporter at the rally the next day.
I'm jumping all over the place chronologically here.
He goes, hey, excuse me, hello.
I'm from the Guardian.
And I go, that's an ironic name, isn't it?
The Guardian?
You're sitting here ignoring pedophiles and the name of your company is The Guardian.
What are you guarding?
You're not guarding shit.
I already hate him right out of the gate.
I can tell by his hair that he's upper class.
And, you know, rich people in America are often nouveau riche, like Rodney Dangerfield and Caddyshack, the kind of guys.
So we have a lot of likable rich people.
The rich people, especially like the upper upper classes in Britain, are pretty fun.
But the fucking upper middle class people in Britain, pretty tough to find one that's not irritating, that's not a self-righteous cunt.
And when you watch the BBC, You see how their brains operate, and it's really irritating, especially in the age of Trump.
We'll do a documentary on the Kray brothers, or something, right?
Those gangsters from the 50s.
And then, inevitably, in the last 10 minutes of the, whatever, it could be about elephants, they cut to B-roll of Nazis, Sieg Heiling, and then show you some skinhead, Nazi skinhead from the 90s, and then they show, in the age of Trump, You know, gangs of elephants are gonna be more dangerous than ever, and this is a looming threat, and white supremacy, blah blah fuckin' blah.
Anyway, this guy was one of them.
And I go, I go, uh...
He says, why do you think so many people are here?
Why are you here, for example?
I'm here to support Tommy because he's shining a spotlight on this epidemic of Muslim grooming gangs.
And he says, well, the stuttering thing that they got from, you know, the king's speech?
There's that one king who had to stutter and it became the upper class thing to do.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yes, well, I think that most people And I've noticed American Anglophiles do that too.
I must ask you, sir, do you feel that Barack Obama would do it too?
If there's some way we could...
So I hate this guy.
Right out of the gate.
I'm prejudiced.
I am biased.
I am a bigot.
Take that out of context, why don't you?
And he says, you know, it was well reported in the news, in the Guardian, in the front page of the Times of London.
You know, these grooming gangs.
You know, the reporter who reported on them won Report of the Year.
And then they are summarily being arrested.
I mean, these men are getting caught.
So I don't understand why... And I said, oh, okay, alright.
So why is Tommy here?
Why would Tommy bother?
Well, you know, I think he just likes the attention, really.
Yeah, he loves the attention.
He went to a cage for 10 weeks because he's an attention whore.
And I said, you pretentious rich cunt.
I said, you're everything wrong with this country.
I've got my finger in his face.
I go, you're everything wrong with Britain.
You're the media class.
He goes, well, how much money do you have?
Where do you live?
New York City?
How much money do you have?
I said, I may have money, but I don't act like it.
It doesn't define my politics.
And then he just said, good day, and walked off.
Anyway, so I'm jumping all over the place.
So, uh, we have a nice night, and then I go back to Tommy's house, which is, you know, up a mountain, down a roadway, through a thing, through a gate, down another thing.
I mean, this guy has to live like fuckin' the President of the United States.
Um, now that's a terrible analogy.
The President of the United States lives in the fucking White House.
You can see it from the street.
He's gotta live like Salman Rushdie, we'll say.
Or Larry David in Caribbean Enthusiasm when he had a fattois out on him.
Anyway, so we go there, we get back to his house.
Kids are asleep, right?
It's like midnight now.
And his wife comes down, who is a stunner!
Holy crap, is she attractive!
I cannot say enough about your wife's tits.
And when I said that to him later, he goes, yeah, what'd you expect?
Then he sort of motions to himself, I'm Tommy fucking Robinson.
So I'm sitting there and I'm drinking beers and he's not drinking and I know he was pictured with a bottle of vodka at Kev's house the next morning, that was just a prop.
And you know when you tell two people want to be together and they want you to go to the guest room and go to sleep?
It was one of those times.
And I'm like, Yeah, Tommy could die tomorrow, so you probably want to have sex, right?
And man, what a session it must have been.
The night before you're going to jail.
I've never had night-before-possibly-dying-in-prison sex.
But I bet it's up there with fatwa sex.
Oh, he does have a fatwa out on him.
So he had combined fatwa sex with might-be-going-to-prison-to-die-tomorrow sex.
That must have been a real doozy.
That must have been one for the books.
Pulling at all the stops.
All the moves.
Alright, now you come over here.
Now, sorry, I don't want to desecrate Tommy's marriage or anything.
I hope this doesn't seem as disrespectful.
I'm just joking.
I'm just mucking about, Tom.
Wonderful family he has.
Really the sweetest, most benevolent people around.
And kind of like my wife in that she's not political and she's been yanked into this against her will.
And it's just fucking harrowing.
I mean my wife deals with a little bit of social ostracization because I'm Gavin and Trump and stuff.
You know, it's not easy to find a tutor, for example.
Math tutor for my daughter, whatever.
But, you know, she's getting acid- threats of acid attacks, and his mother's getting threats of acid attacks.
So that's pretty stressful, I'd imagine.
Must be hard to not have a glass of wine at noon.
Any hizzle.
Stay in the guest room.
Beautiful home.
Next morning we get up.
He knocks on my door at six in the morning.
I just come out completely nude.
Are we on our way, Tom?
He goes, Gav, I'm live-streaming!
I went, oh shit.
Hid my penis.
But he was lying.
He wasn't live-streaming.
We get the gang together.
Go to Kev's.
Kev's about this seven foot tall.
The one who goes, you don't have to be mental, Gav!
But it helps!
We get there, get on the train, head down.
Everyone recognizes us.
People avoid us.
About, you can see people some sneer.
About, sort of like me.
20% of the people sneer.
8 out of 10 come up and say, Lovely Chubbly.
Great to meet you Tom.
Huge inspiration.
Big fan.
Good luck today.
Everyone knew his trial was today.
And then, this is my big problem with the day.
And it's gonna sound pretty sexist.
But my biggest problem with the day was fucking women.
Women just injecting themselves into the equation.
This was...
It was a place where a thousand people wanted a piece of Tom.
Some murderers, right?
There was a jihadist there.
Ricardo McFarlane is his name.
You can look him up.
He's a British jihadist.
Friends with the guy who drove the van over the London Bridge and killed, I believe, eight people.
Sent them flying off the bridge into the concrete.
He prayed with that guy, and he still goes to Speaker's Corner.
I saw him there.
You can see him in the video.
I saw Ricardo McFarlane.
About five feet from me, just staring into my eyes.
And I'm like, I'm saying to the cops, you know you see there's a terrorist right there, right?
Can you check if he has a backpack?
And they go, don't worry about it, mate.
We got it.
We're aware.
Because he's going to lunge with a fucking knife when Tommy comes out.
We know.
Just you worry about you, mate.
Okay, the cops are pretty cool, actually.
As I've always said, when you think I'm criticizing the police, fuck the police's boss.
It's the top brass I have a problem with.
Same with the military.
Military, Navy, all disgusting, corrupt politicians who will happily throw the grunts under the bus to further their careers.
But the actual grunts tend to be great guys.
So, we get there, and we're waiting around, and then some fucking... I think she's a junkie.
You can't tell with Brits, because all their teeth are falling out.
They could be... They could be models, heads of state, and they have four brown teeth.
So, she has, like, honestly has grey teeth.
She looks like she's been chugging red wine.
And she comes over and says, Hello.
Oh, my brother's a spitting image of you, Tom.
And then she shows a picture of him, doesn't look like Tommy at all.
And then we're all at this cafe, because we want to be, you know, we have to form a phalanx to get to the old Bailey.
He's going to court.
Should I explain to you what the whole thing is?
He was found in contempt of court, served 10 weeks without a fair sentence in a cage.
And then the judge said, I, some random judge goes, I want to try him again for that.
What?
No.
No, I don't think that it went well the previous time.
I want to find him more guilty.
What?
Okay, done.
So a judge has just decided to bring this back into court.
I am totally fucking confused by it.
It happened with us, though, with Rodney King.
They saw- everyone just saw the first few seconds where they're beating the crap out of that guy, but they didn't show the sort of five minutes before where he's racing through a residential neighborhood at 80 miles an hour and could have been killing kids and then refused to get down the way all the other guys with Rodney King did get down.
But everyone saw that one moment of footage, and so there was riots, and then they retried the cop and found him guilty this time.
So we've made this mistake ourselves.
Anyway, uh... So we're on our way to the Old Bailey.
We have to form a phalanx to get there.
The Old Bailey is the highest court in the land.
That day, they were also trying the Westminster guy I just told you about, the London Bridge guy.
The guy in the van who was killing people.
He was tried that day.
They deal with serial rapists.
There was another guy who was responsible for like 30 rapes.
How the fuck you rape 30 people?
I have no idea.
But this should be like a civil court.
As Ezra said, it's a parking ticket.
Contempt of court is just like being rude in court.
It's frowned upon.
You get a fine, worst case scenario, and you don't pay it.
Anyway, so we're waiting at this cafe and this junkie bitch shows up.
She's like, can I get a photo?
Yeah, I want to talk to my brother.
Now, the problem with Tommy is he's way too accommodating for these people.
And I hate junkies.
I hate them because they're duplicitous.
I hate how they always have a coffee on them and they think we don't know that they're fucking high.
And they're just, it's like drag queens.
They're not themselves.
And a gay guy said this to me once.
He goes, my problem with drag queens is, what do we talk about?
Like, you're dressed as a clown.
Um, do we talk about the weather?
Like, are you in character?
Are you not in character?
I don't know, it's like talking to a clown.
Are you Bozo now, or are you Kevin?
So she's there and the guys are accommodating her and they're letting her sit down with us and stuff.
Someone could be trying to kill us.
So I don't want you here.
And I go, you know what?
We're doing high security here.
We're planning something.
I think you gotta go.
And she moves over one seat.
And I go, no, no, no.
I think you have to leave our presence.
We're planning our approach here to the old Bill.
We really don't need you here.
Oh, that's bloody rude.
That was another thing I got a lot on that day.
You're so rude!
Because I was telling people, get off of me!
Get out of the way!
What the fuck are you doing here?
Like New York style.
London doesn't do that.
Londoners aren't rude.
They're way too tolerant.
So she eventually takes her fucking junky body out of our face.
Fucking birds.
And then, uh, we form a phalanx.
I hope I'm using the right word.
That sort of Roman soldier triangle thing-a-ma-doodle.
And, uh, we head to the outbill.
And, um, holy shit is there a mob.
There is a rock concert-sized mob.
And then the fucking soccer hooligans that we're with start ginning up the crowd.
Hey Tommy Tommy!
And that just makes him go ballistic.
So a thousand people are screaming the Tommy chant.
The police have tried to form a hallway.
That we can sort of walk down a, like, parting of the seas.
But these people start pushing in.
And the police aren't capable of holding them back.
It's a thousand people pushing you on either side.
And so, there's a moment there where we get really close, and I'm, like, having trouble breathing.
And I have all my fucking luggage with me, by the way, because I'm left Tommies, right?
I'm going to go to my hotel after.
I didn't have time to go to the hotel first.
So we're getting compressed.
I'm starting to panic.
I'm taking steps that are about a millimeter each.
Like a little C-3PO.
And I'm getting compressed.
And I'm starting to get pissed off too.
And I'm like, what do you want?
Get back!
Push back!
I go, what the fuck do you want?
What are you hoping to gain from this?
To touch the Messiah?
Just stand there and fucking scream and of course the sane ones are at the back.
It's the lunatics who want to get close.
Tommy!
Hey Tommy!
Guy who looks like he's from the 15th century with a bubonic plague.
His fucking caved in face with his three teeth.
Hey Tommy!
Can you cure my leprosy?
Fucking get back!
Freaks!
Tommy would be pissed off, by the way, that I disparaged anyone who was there.
Sorry, dude.
You got some loonies in the mix.
Not a lot, but I definitely met them all.
And then we go around the side.
Tommy gets brought into the front door, and they won't let us go in with him.
So we go around the side, and we're on a list.
Get me on the guest list!
Let me tempi.
And this was an important moment that will sound inconsequential, but it's indicative of a bigger pattern with the Brits.
Some Indian guy, but don't think of him as Indian.
I'm just helping you color.
Brown dude in a blazer.
And, you know, I shouldn't even have said he's brown because he's just a quintessential British person.
And we're getting tickets, right?
So we can go in.
And the guy says to the fucking court bailiff, whatever, why are you giving out tickets?
And he said, well, it's a very public case, a lot of people want to come in.
Yes, but it's an open court.
And it's available to the public.
All taxpaying citizens have a right to attend this court.
And I go, dude, it's called supply and demand, okay?
I get what you're saying in theory, but there's a thing called reality, and the reality is a thousand people want to go to a room that fits fucking twenty.
Understand the math?
And then he's all pissy, and he goes, I think I should have the right to have a ticket.
Yeah, well, you technically do have the right to have a ticket.
But you don't, because there's too many people.
Got it?
We're trying to deal with reality here.
Not everything is your fucking hypotheticals.
You can tell I was a bit pissy the whole time.
So we got our tickets.
You're not even allowed to look at each other, or point, or crane over the, sort of, uh, balcony.
Um, you can't even make gestures to each other or roll your eyes, you're gone.
Very fucking strict at the old bill.
We get in there, five minutes go in, and the judge decides... First of all, oh, this is a crazy detail, and I could do a whole other podcast on the details for a law podcast or something, because that's a whole other world of fascinating.
Guess who the fucking judge is?
So, years ago, I think it was 2013?
I'm not positive about that.
A group of terrorists were coming to kill Kev, the one who says, you don't need to be mental, but it helps.
He's on my video too, by the way.
I call him a male model because he's ugly.
He's on CRTV tonight.
That episode, the Tommy episode.
Bunch of guys, Tommy and Kev are at an EDL thing, English Defense League.
They're going to do a talk there.
And a bunch of terrorists show up to kill him.
They have bombs, they have fucking guns, they have knives, and they have a letter to the Queen telling her to fuck off and, you know, she has no jurisdiction over this land, this is Sharia land, blah blah blah blah blah.
And they're gonna go kill themselves and kill Tommy and, um, Tommy and Kev.
But, in the rental car they used, they filled up the insurance wrong.
And when they get pulled over on a random check, they pull up the insurance and it's not right.
So they take the car.
These guys get away.
They don't get, of course, their guns and their bombs, so they can't kill Tommy and Kev.
Then, three days later, they check the car and go, oh, shit!
Those guys are terrorists!
And they track them down and arrest them, and now they're in jail for 30 years each.
Now, the judge on that case said, I don't want anyone talking, and Kev and Tommy were in the court to see the guys who were trying to kill them and who were caught by mere happenstance.
It kind of makes you think of divine intervention, doesn't it?
That one letter on an insurance form was wrong and it saved Tommy and Kevin's lives?
But anyway, at that trial, after the gavel hit the wood, whatever you call it, the doohickey, GONG!
30 years.
Guilty.
Kevin Tommy got up and yelled, God save the Queen!
And they were dragged out by the bailiffs.
That judge, who was not impressed with the God save the Queen contempt of court yelling, that's the same judge that was there, that's the same judge who A, was there in the Old Bailey, but B, was the one who resubmitted this trial.
It's the same judge.
You catching this level of corruption here?
And their stupid fucking wigs on.
Jesus, you look ridiculous in those wigs.
It's, as Justin Trudeau would say, it's 2018.
Take off your fucking hat.
God damn it.
You look so stupid with a lesbian old lady crew cut and then a bunch of white curls hanging down to your shoulders.
What the fuck are you doing with your silly robes?
Jesus Christ.
It's embarrassing.
I should have yelled that out.
You look fucking ridiculous.
Take off your hat.
What are you trying to do?
Look like an old lesbian.
Geriatric fucking dykes.
I hope there's still room in this card.
I've got a lot more to say.
So we get in there and the judge says, this is a public thing, I'm not prepared to give a verdict today.
It may have been the thousand people outside where he thought, there's going to be a fucking riot if I prosecute Tommy.
That was Tommy's attitude, by the way.
Win-win.
I get killed in prison, win.
I'm just showing you that Muslims are an issue.
I go to prison, unjustly, win.
I'm just showing you that the state is corrupt.
I don't go in, win.
I just won against the state.
He's going to sue them for human rights violations, by the way.
I mean, that solitary confinement thing alone I told you about, where he was there for more than 14 days, that's enough.
And he's got a million other things, like being starved to death, being unable to buy his own food.
He lost 40 pounds in prison for contempt of court.
All he could eat was tuna.
No, they gave him access to food.
Yeah, food cooked by Muslims who could put shit or poison in it and kept yelling through his window, How's your dinner, Tommy?
He's not gonna eat that.
It says Tommy Robinson on his fucking little plastic dish.
In the old jail, he was at when his previous sentencing, which was for some bullshit made-up charge about harboring a fugitive because his brother-in-law was doing some sort of reneging on mortgage payments and Tommy housed him.
It was that nuts of a charge.
But at least in that time, he could see his food being made right in front of him.
Because it was part of like an open cafeteria buffet type of thing.
And they did try to kill him that time.
They had boiling water about to throw in his face.
And he sussed it out and took them out.
Anyway.
The whole thing is delayed.
For months and months and months.
Some story about how the evidence that Tommy's gonna present to defend himself might still mar this case going on with the three pedophiles we told you about that started this whole thing.
So we have to wait for their trial to be totally and completely finished, which will be October 23rd.
Whatever, whatever.
As Kev pointed out, he said, big picture, mate.
Tommy comes back, sees his boy.
His boy sees his dad go away and come back.
That's better than seeing his dad go away and not come back.
It's, you know, reassuring to the kids that not everything is the end.
So that was a win there, but we come out after.
And, uh, I'm standing where I know Tommy's gonna come out.
He wants to talk to the press.
Press are so irritating.
He's talking to this one guy who, uh, was wearing a Harrington.
Now that might not annoy you, but at the game, Harrington is like a mod coat.
It's a very classic British coat.
It was worn by Steve McQueen in a popular, uh, I think it was an American show that was popular in the 50s.
And the Brits, you'll see this with mods and skinheads, they really like to adulate and mimic the 50s American preppy look with the sweater vests and the plaid shirts.
They're all kind of looking like, you know, my two sons or the Brady Bunch, not the Brady Bunch, but pre-Brady Bunch, like Dick Van Dyke type of stuff, like the 50s crew cuts.
And Harrington was a quintessential example of that.
So it's actually technically an American thing, but in this day and age, Harrington...
With the tartan interior, it's a real British blue-collar jacket.
It's like they're up there with Dr. Martens and rolling a fag and having a pint.
It's a real, I'm-one-of-the-people thing.
So when you see a journalist from the media class with an upper-class accent wearing a Fred Perry sweater vest and a Harrington, he's in a costume.
He's in a blue-collar costume.
He'd be like me with a gold chain, which I do wear.
You know, like a Yankees fuckin' shirt and hat.
Actually, I do do that.
I am guilty of dressing New York working class.
But I do it in a funny way.
He's being duplicitous.
So he was there, and so Tommy answered some questions, and then we gotta get out.
Now here's what was pissing me off.
There was this woman there.
First of all, why are you here?
I'm here with five soccer hooligans who have all been to prison, who have knocked out maybe 50 men in their lives.
We are up against a mob of fans, which is much more dangerous than a mob of Antifa, who want to, I don't know, hug Tommy to death?
And there's you, and not only is she in my fucking way, this woman who's like 50 years old, she's my age, big pendulous breasts, she's filming it on her phone.
Now I got my camera guy through the crowd, I talked to the police, they let me bring him in.
I'm getting footage for my job.
The footage I'm getting is, and for Tommy, but it's for the trial, it's for CRTV, it's for, you know, uh, to get the truth out.
There's, I'm paying this guy.
The cameraman is at work too.
Me and the cameraman are at work.
What are you doing here?
Why are you filming?
And she, there's, so we're trying to survive, right?
As we walk along this road.
And they're all screaming, Tommy!
Tommy!
He wants to talk to them all, which I'll never get over.
Um.
And I just said to him, get the fuck out of the way!
And of course she's cumbersome, and she's got two big bags on her, and she's sort of plodding along, and she's trying to film this.
So the fact that she's capturing it all on camera makes her less, you know, agile.
So she keeps bumping into me.
And she was one of many!
There was another woman with a We Love Tommy Robinson.
Women love him, not in a sexual way, but because they have daughters and sons, and they don't want, not sons, they have daughters.
And this guy's fighting for children.
So an amazing amount of his demo, as far as his supporters, are moms.
In fact, when we had the rally at the British Embassy here in New York, there was all these moms.
This mom flew in from Virginia, and she made all these signs.
And she's not political, but she said, someone has to look out for our kids, and Tommy's looking out for our kids.
So he's got a big mom contingent.
And those moms can get pretty fucking annoying.
And so this woman is filming, she's got her camera in my face.
If you look at, uh, The Rebel, you can see I'm talking to Ezra Levant, uh, on the street.
And these, about five people have their fucking phones in my face.
And one of them said, she put it, like, up maybe seven inches from my face as I'm talking to Ezra.
I go, get your fucking phone out of my face.
And she goes, oh my god, you're so rude!
Vrude.
V-R-U-D-E.
You're so vrude.
And then this other guy goes, She traveled 250 miles to get here, you know.
I go, I don't give a fuck if either of you live or die.
And you're telling me your travel habits?
By the way, your fly's down.
He's about 60, that guy.
Button fly hanging open.
And then she wouldn't stop following me.
You are really rude, you know that?
She wasn't that working class.
She had like a Louis Vuitton bag.
And I go, look lady, lady.
Leave me alone.
I don't like you.
You don't like me.
There's nothing to resolve here.
I'm going to be on a plane soon.
I'm never going to see you again until I die.
Why are we hashing this out?
I don't want your camera.
I don't want your phone in my face when I'm talking to someone.
It's distracting.
Not everything is your right.
You know, that's what was annoying me about the Brits.
They have this sense of entitlement.
Like that Indian dude who was talking to them, Why are you giving out tickets?
Look, you don't deserve to walk in there and then people are coming up to me like, Oh Gav, I see your videos, I'd like to ask you a few questions.
No.
You think I'm a guest on your talk show?
You don't get to talk to me.
You don't deserve my time.
And Ezra, he's the opposite.
He's like, oh yeah, we'd love to talk to you.
Yeah, yeah.
Gavin, don't be so rude.
These people are citizen journalists.
No, they're not.
They're some cunt with a phone who wants to put it on Facebook.
And that's great.
And I'm happy you're here to support Tommy.
Love it.
But you don't have the right to my time.
Especially when I've just been in a mob with shit thrown at us and a jihadist who's going to stab me.
Right?
I want to get out of there!
And I'm risking being asphyxiated, being crushed like the soccer games where they get, you know that one, I forget what it was, but you can see these horrific pictures online of these people being pushed through a fence like the way you would push cheese, or you know that Play-Doh thing where you pump it and the hair comes out of the plastic guys?
People are being pushed through these things like sausages.
That could have happened to us.
And then they get to film me and ask me ten questions for their Facebook?
Fuck you!
Fans?
So we go through that, and I'm just, I'm at the end of my rope.
I'm gonna start killing someone.
So I just, I sort of abscond from the crowd.
I text Tommy, I say, I'm out.
I can't take this.
He continues, by the way, for another two hours, just in the mob.
Like imagine the Beatles didn't run and just stood there and said, hello, I'm the Beatles.
I don't do a British accent very well.
Sorry.
I can't do Liverpudlian.
I can't do a, what do they call them?
A Scouser.
Can't do Scouser right now.
Uh, Oh, I'm running out of memory on my card here.
So, uh, I just went to the pub and that's when I had all the Ezra stuff there.
And, uh, And then I went out with some geezers I know.
Some proud boys from the UK division.
Great.
Top geezers.
Top geezers.
Mostly military guys.
They have to be incredibly anonymous up there.
Because fucking lunatic lefties run that country.
Because all the brave men died in the war.
Not all the brave men.
I saw all the brave men.
They were there to support Tommy that day.
And then I got an apply and it came out.
But I've written down some details because I know I would forget some stuff.
Oh yeah, Ezra.
So this is an interesting detail.
First of all, there's a fake news story going on.
Fake news Tommy here on my notes.
Tommy was talking to Sky News and he said, they talked about something about negative sentiment towards Muslims and this harboring negative, you know, harboring hate.
And he said, my priority is exposing grooming gangs, the ramifications aren't important, as important as that, or something like that.
That was the context.
They took it out of context and made it into a story and the story is, Tommy Robinson, I don't care if Muslims get hate.
That's the viral story.
Total fabrication.
And you can see this on Tommy's Instagram page.
He talks about it.
And he had Kev record, secretly record, the entire interview.
So you can see the actual context.
But Sky News, it's a fucking propaganda machine.
Everything you see out there, especially what involves the right, is a lie.
It is amazing.
And the deeper I get into this, the more I know people that are involved, the more I realize that the news you read is all bullshit.
It's not an exaggeration.
It is propaganda.
It's a fucking lie.
And when you try to tell the truth, or even just defend yourself, you're booted from Twitter, kicked off social media, censored, deplatformed.
So they can control the narrative, so they can control the, um...
The story, like this story going around about a guy wearing a Proud Boys shirt, he was a white supremacist and he flicked a cigarette.
No, the story is, first of all, the Proud Boys are not white supremacists, I've said that a billion times.
But secondly, the guy just unknowingly had our shirt on, and you beat him up.
Based on a misunderstanding of the group.
So you are a stupid, fascist, loser, nincompoop, violent dick.
Basically everything you're accusing us of being.
You are randomly beating up people, drunk fat guys, because you've made up this story about Nazis.
In your head, you fool.
But that's of course not the narrative.
The narrative is like, saving the world from Nazis!
Thanks guys!
Anyway, so the story is, oh look, I'm doing the British thing.
The story is what I was saying about the rally yesterday.
First of all, they say like a hundred people showed up, and if you check the Sky News homepage that day, it was like the 50th story on their homepage, right after like, the weather in Myanmar is brutal this season.
And then the other interesting takeaway before I go is Ezra Levant noticed the mob outside.
I shouldn't be calling them the mob.
The throngs of supporters outside and they were at the cafeteria.
They hadn't gone into the courtroom yet and they were by the window.
And he says, Tommy, come over here.
Look at all these people.
And Tommy peels the curtain back, and he looks at them, and he goes, that makes me feel great.
It's so reassuring.
Look at that.
And it's a beautiful shot.
You can see this on Ezra's Instagram, on Tommy's Instagram.
It's going around.
And he's just looking down at 1,000 people and smiling.
And it's a great little shot.
Now, you're not supposed to use a camera in the old Bailey.
In fact, where we were, we couldn't even bring our cameras into the building.
I had to give it to my cameraman and say, wait out here with my phone.
So you're not supposed to film in the court.
Ezra didn't film in the court.
He filmed on the stairs on the way to the court by the cafeteria.
The media class tattletales on him.
So BBC, The Guardian, Channel 4, Sky News, all these groups, their takeaway from all of this.
This is a state oppressing a man, mentally torturing him, trying to break him because he exposed their error in flooding the little towns with Muslims and fomenting violence.
He exposed them for that and the mistakes they've made and they're embarrassed by that.
And just to go back a tiny bit, Britain has been doing this for a while.
They opened the gates and they allow immigrants in.
They did it with the Jamaicans after Jamaica declared independence in, I think, 69.
And they changed their minds and they wanted more British people, so they moved to Britain.
Kind of a rocky couple years, but the Jamaicans assimilated beautifully because they got British culture.
They drink Guinness, they like football, and now they are in the EDL and they're Tommy supporters and they go to games.
They're great.
Same with Hindus.
Same with Sikhs.
They all came from a British Commonwealth, you see.
Canadians would assimilate well.
So they kept doing it, and then they thought, let's do it with Muslims.
And then they went, uh-oh, this isn't going well.
Now, they either continued to ramp it up to save face, or they did it maliciously.
Nigel Farage says Tony Blair did it to rub the working class's nose in it.
Andrew Neither, who is Tony Blair's speechwriter, admits as much.
That they did it to mess with the working class.
Now, why they hate the working class so much?
I don't know.
We don't have that here.
There's a lot of disdain for Southerners in the North, and they make fun of the hillbilly and the Southern accent and all that, but we don't hate plumbers.
They hate plumbers there.
And I have a crazy theory that it's related to, um... Uh-oh, running out of time.
It's related to, uh... The middle- Soccer was always a working class game.
The middle class said, I want to start coming to games sometime in the 80s.
The British- The working class told them to fuck off, and that's when the split happened.
And they became the establishment, and they want revenge for not being invited to soccer games.
That is my crazy sociology theory.
I have to flesh it out a bit.
Um...
So anyway, the media takeaway from this is that Ezra committed contempt of court by filming in the courtroom.
So they're ignoring all of the other details.
And their takeaway is that Tommy's supporter and media, rebel media guy, Ezra Levant, may be guilty of contempt of court because he took out his camera.
Isn't that disgusting?
Didn't I tell you at the beginning of this podcast that the British media class are some of the most vile people in the world?
Imagine tattletailing on another journalist for getting a good shot and wanting him to be arrested on some technicality.
Isn't that insane?
God, what a bunch of pussies!
All the good ones died in the war.
Well, a lot of the good ones died in the war.
Anyway, I only have an hour and seven minutes on this card, so I gotta stop talking now.
All of this is available, well, there's a bunch of stuff on YouTube, but you can see everything I just told you, including the gigantic turd, on CRTV.com.
The show is CRTV Tonight, it's Friday's episode, and I'm back with Get Off My Lawn.
On Monday, and Tommy's trial, I think the next date will be somewhere on October 23rd.
So he's got this sword of Damocles hanging over his head, but he's had a sword of Damocles hanging over his head for 10 years now, and he's made peace with it.
He knows he could die at any moment, and he no longer lives in fear.
It's a shocking thing to be around, and he admits himself it took years of panic and fear before he just sort of had an epiphany, and now he's ready to die for the cause.
It's alarming.
I mean, why we can't all get on the same page that pedophilia is bad, I'll never quite understand.
How it became worse to be seen as a racist than a pedophile boggles the mind, but this is where we are.
Alright folks, I'll see you Monday.
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