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Mysterious Sudden Death Of Inspector Neil Munro:The Continuing Completely Coincidental Curious Cases Of British Bobbies Suddenly Snuffing It.
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Suffering, sodding, bloody hell-fire!
Now it's getting to be beyond bleeding belief.
What the unholy hell is happening here?
You could NOT make this sort of stuff up. Nobody could. Ever. Never.
Because, to be quite f**king frank about it all, right now we've now run out of words.
*(Cross posted at Appletree)
Suffering, sodding, bloody hell-fire!
Now it's getting to be beyond bleeding belief.
What the unholy hell is happening here?
You could NOT make this sort of stuff up. Nobody could. Ever. Never.
Inspector Neil Munro, 43, of Dorset Police bought a ticket and boarded the Brittany Ferries ship alone late last night in Poole, Dorset which set sail at 11.45 pm.Now, please pass peacefully over, in an orderly fashion (whilst retaining at all times the required by tradition), stiff upper Brit-like lip, to Postman Patel's place - post haste.
His body was found just down the coast on a beach bordering Poole harbour at 8.30am.
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Peter Power was running a terror exercise on July 7th 2005 which, in his own words that evening, was “based on simultaneous bombs going off precisely at the railway stations where it happened this morning, so I still have the hairs on the back of my neck standing upright!“.
Because, to be quite f**king frank about it all, right now we've now run out of words.
*(Cross posted at Appletree)
Labels: Britain, conspiracy, Neil Monro, Peter Power, Police, suicide epidemic, United Kingdom
posted by Richard at Friday, March 14, 2008
4 Comments:
Richard:
You've just got to go over here:
http://katiesmith.wordpress.com/2008/03/13/police-suicides-whats-going-on/
to read a great lowdown on these really peculiar deaths.
Doesn't it feel like something is about to explode? A smell of nitrate in the air!
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I keep thinking it's all part of a film or a TV programme - and then I realise it isn't. It's that they're now so brazen they don't care whether we believe them or not. They know we can't do anything about it ~~ no matter how many of us kid ourselves that we can.
Talk about conspiracies and be piloried as a nutcase. Claim everything's coincidence and be hailed as intelligent.
Still, like the old saying goes ... Where ignorance is bliss, 'tis folly to be wise.
Wisewebwoman, there's certainly a stink of something in the air and it's all pervading. I'm glad I've had most of my life already because, for the most part I've FREELY enjoyed it. I doubt the generations following me will be so lucky.
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