Saturday, August 20, 2011

David Cameron, James Murdoch, Police corruption and the London riots

I don't know why I have chosen above title. Just because the people I want to write about are also called David and James. But this story doesn't have anything to do with above people.
David frequently met the Kapos. He, James and James' father maybe were played with by Kapos but their "slavemasonry" connections were undeniable.
They had met in a Greek island. They shared a lot and then the "mafia of media" committed the crimes everybody knows about. Then David tried to sacrifice James. He did not know he was playing with fire. He thought he could get rid of the corrupt police easily. He didn't know how powerful the "mafia of media" was.
But the "mafia of media" and Police created a mess and showed him who is the boss. First Police shot somebody. A riot ignited. "Mafia of media" started to air what was happening in a way that encouraged some criminals to do the same in other suburbs. Police initially just watched and gave them more courage. Final result? Corrupt police came back to work and the crimes of "mafia of media" and their connections with David were forgotten.
A large number of innocent people lost their livelihood only for these immoral slavemasons to remain in power. What an ugly face for a so called "liberal democracy". What have you done David?

Part of the crimes against me were orchestrated by friends of that "mafia of media" in Australia. On another occasion once on a trip to Greece and when an innocent 2 year old was in my car they tried a stupid thing that could cost our lives.
Then they sent their criminals from Melbourne to spy on me and later they even tried to drug me. Why Melbourne? The answer is not difficult to be found. They damaged my central nervous system and then tried in any way they could to threaten me to keep me silent. Used their corrupt friends in police and other governmental agencies to completely destroy me.
The "mafia" tried all their dirty tricks. I was 35. I was doing degrees till 34. And for 1 year I lived, or maybe not...They murdered me when I was 35.



Note: Above eccentric story that may even include links to other stories is pure fiction. Any similarity between the events or names of the characters,places and organisations with any real event or name is pure coincidence. I have rushed in publishing this and so this story is incomplete and needs editing for possible errors...will complete and correct later...

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