polish fascists flee from pensioners

Proving again that they do things different in other lands, ANTIFA have this video showing how Social democrats in Poland deal with fascists. The old age pensioners send the Fash scum running and the poor dear ubermensch are forced to use pepper spray to save themselves from the justified anger of the Sanatogen antifa- Pure Class!

It's time to taste what you most fear

Standards are slipping all over and it really isn't good enough!
the Sun reports today that the latest great sponger to be expelled from the loins of the Windsor Cabal has been mugged whilst on her 'Gap Year' tour of Cambodia ( a gap from what? doing fuck all for the rest of her life?). The sun further reports that she was saved from having her bag snatched by the two armed police guards that have accompanied her throughout her back packing holiday around the world, at a cost to the rest of us of over £100,000.
What a sad state Cambodian bandits have fallen into- once the paunchy princess would have found herself working hard in a paddy field for a bowl of rice a day- although whether she ended up with her head on a stake would depend how low The khmer Rouge would drop the bar to count her as an intellectual!

So you been to school
For a year or two
And you know you've seen it all
In daddy's car
Thinkin' you'll go far
Back east your type don't crawl

Play ethnicky jazz
To parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Braggin' that you know
How the niggers feel cold
And the slums got so much soul

It's time to taste what you most fear
Right Guard will not help you here
Brace yourself, my dear:

It's a holiday in Cambodia
It's tough, kid, but it's life
It's a holiday in Cambodia
Don't forget to pack a wife

You're a star-belly sneech
You suck like a leach
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss ass while you bitch
So you can get rich
But your boss gets richer off you

Well you'll work harder
With a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers
Till you starve
Then your head is skewered on a stake

Now you can go where people are one
Now you can go where they get things done
What you need, my son:.

Is a holiday in Cambodia
Where people dress in black
A holiday in Cambodia
Where you'll kiss ass or crack

Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, [etc]

And it's a holiday in Cambodia
Where you'll do what you're told
A holiday in Cambodia
Where the slums got so much soul