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  On 24 June 2020, Rose Paterson was found dead in the woods near her home in Shropshire. Her death, originally treated as unexplained, was later ruled to have been at her own hands. This began a chain of events that eighteen months later sees the government her and her husband devoted the later part of her life supporting in complete freefall, mired in scandal after scandal, with questions now being posed as to the tenability of the position of the Prime Minister himself. And the largest of these scandals is one Mrs. Paterson was personally connected to, yet no journalist will touch it with a barge pole. This is the Jockey Club. Paterson was born into an aristocratic family. Her father was the 4th Viscount Ridley and her maternal grandfather was the 11th Earl of Scarborough. Both of these aristocrats had been involved with the Conservative party, with the 11th Earl of Scarborough serving as the MP for the now Labour stronghold of York. A common aristocratic hobby is of course hors...

  PLEASE NOTE: DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME. R does not endorse the abuse of the coronavirus vaccine. Deviating AT ALL from the advice of medical professionals on the use of the coronavirus vaccine, be it not taking enough doses to be safe from coronavirus or vaxmaxxing, will have health consequences and can be fatal. If you are unsure about anything concerning the coronavirus vaccine, consult with your GP immediately. “I was able to intercept an entire pallet of Pfizers first vaccine shipment. 4000 doses at 2 shots per dose. I've got it stored in a chest freezer in my garage. Ive been injecting myself every day, sometimes multiple times a day if I can stand it. The symptoms were terrible for the first few weeks. There were times I was completely paralyzed with pain, contorted like the Edvard munch painting and frozen in agony for hours. I became stronger and some of the worst symptoms subsided over time. I've been vaxmaxxing for almost 4 months now and I feel as though I'm beco...

  My employer is one of millions across the world to run Google Ads. When I was new at the company, the first thing I was told was that I should never click on the company’s Google Ads, because Google charges per click, and the rate per click is an extortionate £1. Like any young, devious mastermind armed with seemingly innocent but twistable information - I began to consider, “does anyone I don’t like run Google Ads?” And so began my descent into madness. The scheme was simple: find a Conservative Party Google Ad, either as a link that shows when a key term is Googled or an advertisement embedded in another website. Then, and here’s the genius part, click on it. Click on it several times, hundreds even, for hours on end, until either my mind or my fingers gave out, potentially aided by lethal doses of soft drinks to sustain the incredible clicking speed. I estimated that I would genuinely be able to click around 100,000 times in a 16-hour waking day, costing the Conservative Party...