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The Putz.

The putz who happens to be Mayor of you-know-where has been barred from office for…wait for it….a whole month…..as a result of his comments to a Jewish journalist last year – comparing the young man to a Concentration Camp Guard, just because the journalist asked him a few questions he didn’t happen to like.

As usual, the loony left has gone to town over this. Apparently, it’s a question of censuring freedom of speech.

Oh yeah?

So freedom of speech allows an elected official to make a highly offensive comment about concentration camps…to a Jewish journalist (who happened to have lost his relatives in the Holocaust….in a camp) does it? Freedom of speech entitles this loser of a man to offend virtually every person of the Jewish faith – just for the hell of it?

I think not.


To add insult to injury, the jerk refuses to apologise, despite numerous requests from no less a person than the leader of his party (and the UK) – just to make a so called ‘point’.

Having been shown up to be the anti-Semite that we’ve always known him to be, he now has the nerve to “appeal the sentence”.

Does this man know no shame?

More importantly, why can’t his “supporters” see him for his true colours. We know that he doesn’t give a damn about the people he represents. It’s all about the prestige that he thinks he has.

The man sickens me in every way possible. I’ve voted twice against him. Maybe it will be a case of third time lucky.

Wait a minute! I’ve just realised that I too am exercising my right to freedom of speech. The only difference is that in my case, I’m echoing the thoughts of millions of people.

Can the same be said about him?

(and the answer is probably “yes”)

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