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Another Nail In The Coffin

In light of my indefatigable efforts to totally discredit the obnoxious Mayor of London and show him up for the rabid anti-semite that he patently is, I want to share with you this letter sent to him by the The Board of Deputies of British Jews, which is our representative body.

Please click on it to enlarge.


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Even enlarged I can't read it... rachael needs spectacles, apparently. Either re-type it, or give me the gyst! Is the mayor of london really anti-semitic? What the hell?
The Scribbler said…
If you change your screen resolution to 800x600, you'll be able to see it. If you can't, I suggest a trip to the optician ASAP.

The Mayor of London is a very nasty piece of work and he will do what he can to attack Israel and anyone who supports the country.


He flatly denies being an anti-semite and immediately gives out his "how terrible the Holocaust was blah blah" shit. Yet, he flatly refuses to acknowledge or accept that the Jewish people, like everyone else has the right to have it's own country.

Additionally, he recently called a Jewish reporter a "Concentration Camp guard" because he asked him a few questions. In this, he proved his antipathy to myself and my brethren.

He uses every opportunity to berate and single out my people and my country and if that's not anti-semitism, I don't know what is. He is one of the very few people on this planet that I can honestly say that I hate.

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