Boston Bollocks Part 2 – The ‘victims’.

Christopher Spivey

 

Okay, let’s have a laugh at these evil, unfunny cunts who masquerade as the Boston Bomb victims.

Where to start? Where to start?

Let’s start with the woman in the Brown sweatshirt, the one that I have always referred to as ‘fat bird’.

“Hold up Spiv! Fat bird wasn’t a victim. She was a co-ordinator or something, but definitely not a victim”.

Fair comment Voice of Reason.

However, she may not have been a victim on the day of the bombings, but she certainly was by the time Dzhokhar Tsarnaev (the young fella blamed for the bomb) reached court.

In fact, Fat Bird, whom we shall now call Fat Cunt, was one of only a handful of ‘victims’ to give evidence at Tsarnaev’s initial court hearing.

And, by that time, she had somehow sustained serious injuries when the bomb went off… At least that is what the lying fat cunt told the court.

Course, by attending court, Fat Cunt was forced to reveal her name.

Her name is Mildred “Mimi” Valverde , and as you would expect from such a deceitful fat cunt, she is a Muslim hating  Zionist Jew.

Now.  What newspaper shall I pick on today?

Only joking.

I wouldn’t dream of picking on any other when the Daily Chimpanzee is available.

Here is how they reported on Dzhokhar Tsarnaev first court appearance which took place on July 10th 2013:

Disgusted victims of the Boston marathon terror attacks unleashed their fury at Dzhokhar Tsarnaev on Wednesday, as the teenage suspect pleaded not guilty to all charges against him.

They spoke outside a federal courthouse in the city rocked by the April 15th atrocity which left three people dead and more than 260 wounded and where Tsarnaev made his first fleeting appearance in public since being apprehended.

Dismayed by his demeanor inside the court-room, the ‘smirking’ and ‘yawning’ teenager left them outraged as he seemed disinterested during the brief proceeding, where he smiled crookedly and at times nonchalantly stroked his chin.

‘I’d rather see him suffer, Death is too quick.’ said Mildred Valverde, 44, who left the court with the aid of crutches, still recovering three months after Tsarnaev and his older brother Tamerlan allegedly detonated two pressure cooker devices at the finishing line of the Boston marathon.

‘Just to be in the same room with him was bothersome, ‘ added Valverde to NBC News, who said that it is her hope that if Tsarnaev is convicted he doesn’t face the death penalty – but rather rots in jail.

Valverde suffered torn ligaments as well as concussion in the attack and described the entire affair on Wednesday as ‘kind of eerie, kind of upsetting.’ Source

You should read the full article. It is one of the most disgusting, biased pieces of shit that I have ever read.

And as for my opinion of the Fat Cunt Valverde!

Well, let’s just say that after turning up at court on crutches and biting her lip in pain, it isn’t Dzhokhar Tsarnaev who deserves the death penalty.

However, let’s have a look at some photos and see if the lying bitch looks as if she is hurt:

 

She looks fucking fine to me!

But what about when she got to court where she told lie after lie?

Isn’t that perjury?

“I think so Spiv”.

Me too Voice of Reason. Me too.

 

What a cunt!

And wouldn’t you just know, being a good Jew Mildred likes to ‘keep it in the family’.

You see, her sister Sara Valverde Perez was also at the Marathon… And very lucky not to have needed her leg amputated too. At least that is, according to Mildred.

The following is from the Boston Herald:

Bomb victims and throngs of supporters took hope and strength from the words of the president and others, as they gathered by the thousands in and outside the Cathedral of the Holy Cross for today’s interfaith ceremony.

“Hearing the president speak today marked a renewal; it gave me hope that my sister is going to be OK,” said Mimi Valverde of Boston, limping from her own injuries, with a sister still in the hospital.

“My sister is currently facing an amputation,” Valverde said.

Valverde said she and her sister were near the finish line as spectators  Monday, just feet away from one of the explosions. Although she is in great pain though, she says, she is lucky. Source

Neither does it end there because Mildew’s niece, Sara’s daughter, ten year old Jocelyn Perez was also hurt in the bombing:

The following is from USA Today:

Jocelyn Perez was smiling as she left the service in a wheelchair. Jocelyn, 10, who lives outside Boston, was watching the marathon Monday with her mother and other family members when the blasts hit.

Perez’s mother, Sara Valverde Perez, remains in intensive care. Her mother’s sister and Jocelyn’s aunt, Tania Valverde, said the service was comforting because it included a speech by Roberto Miranda, pastor from the family’s church.

Jocelyn, who suffered cuts from the blast is doing as well as can be expected, Valverde said. “Physically, yes — emotionally, not so much,” she said as the family boarded a shuttle back to Boston’s Beth Israel Hospital.  Source

Well, where else would Zionists go other than the Beth Israel Hospital?

Okay, let’s have some more photo evidence:

 

Wankers! The whole fucking lot of them.

Now, as I said in the caption below the photo of Mildred and Jocelyn; the boy may be Mildred’s son.

My assumption is based on the fact that according to Mildred, he was there too… And injured.

The following is taken from the German news site Die Welt and was translated into English:

Mildred Valverde, who was just like her 15-year-old son injured as a spectator of the marathon, speaks to journalists oppose the death penalty for Tsarnaev. “I want him to rot in hell for the rest of his life,” says the 44-year-old, “and that he witnessed the suffering he inflicted on many others.”

As a courtesy, I should tell you that the above information was sourced from the ‘lets roll’ forum. Moreover, they have all manner of information to be found on the Boston Bombings, all based on excellent research.

You can find the Lets Roll forum by clicking HERE

Now, when Mildred was exposed, she tried to deny it in true Zionist fashion.

The following photo and information was sourced from the excellent Nodisifo website:

 

These posts are from Mildred “Mimi” Valverde, who posted this after she was identified as one of the Boston smoke bombing hoax scam artists, notably the ubiquitous blood-drizzler and fake acting coordinator, the woman in the brown sweatshirt, also known as one of the blockade twins.

Valverde, it would seem, right out of the block, wants to fight about supposed “anti-Semitism” or “hate crimes.” Right away, she pulls the key card of the Zionist cabal, which is “Are you a holocaust denier?”

Is that the kind of discussion she seeks? Through this she proves that she herself is a Zionist, as well as anti-Semite, since the Semitic people are the victims of Zionist machinations. Does she work for the ADL? It would seem that she wishes the Website to go on record as denying the holohoax, the same approach used by the ADL.

In addition, she wants to have a public conversation. There is no such conversation to be had. This is an investigation into fraud and deceit as well as corruption — as well as grand theft through extortion. If Valverde admits to these crimes, if she admits that the entire claim for real injuries at the smoke bombing is a fraud–if she admits that she and her relatives are faking their injuries, while usurping the public trust and the people’s monies in the process–then, a discussion can be had.

In particular, her mention of the holocaust is curious. Is, then, Valverde a Zionist Jew? Could this explain her terminal hostility towards Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, who is a Muslim? Source

Okay, I think that is enough about that cunt and her family.

Who shall we do next?

I know, let’s do Christian Williams and his Girlfriend Caroline Reinsch.

Now, if you are a regular reader of mine and have read all of my previous articles on the Boston Bomb, you will know Williams better as the ‘Grey hoody, sunglasses man’.

You may recall that he is the fella who put Jeff Baumans false stumps on under cover of the thick smoke.

However, quite how he achieved this after reading what Steve Kolander – the mush who set up a “go fund me” page for Williams and his lying bitch of a bird – wrote about the couple on April 18^th is anyone’s fucking guess.

Course, Kolander would never fucking lie because he is pictured holding a Baybeeee, and only nice guys do that.

So,I don’t want any laughing now as you read what the lying cunt nice guy wrote:

Our friends Christian Williams and Caroline Reinsch were at the finish line of the Boston Marathon on April 15. The first bomb exploded just feet from where they were standing. Their legs were shredded by the blasts and Christian’s right hand was also partially “degloved”, meaning he has no skin left on his last three fingers. They are both still in the hospital and have undergone multiple surgeries on their legs. There will be more in the coming days and possibly weeks.

Both Christian and Caroline ran the Boston Marathon last year, raising thousands of dollars for Dana Farber Cancer Institute through their successful campaign, “Make My Feet Go.”

Those of you who know them know that they’re very athletic, outgoing and love to travel and explore the world. This setback will not impede their hopes and dreams.

They will bounce back. It’s what they do.

The medical expenses will add up as the months go by. Let’s raise as much as we can to help offset what their insurance won’t cover.

Oh my Dog. That is a fucking awful thing to happen to two lovely people who ran the Marathon last year in aid of “charidy”.

Kolander, who quite obviously has a vested interest in this fundraising drive then writes:

After speaking with Christian about his ordeal, he remembers quite vividly that a Boston Marathon runner who is also a surgeon, came to his rescue. He remembers the man was able to get people to help him apply tourniquet to each of his legs, he hollered out “if we can get this guy out on the next transport he has a chance, otherwise he’s going to die”.

That’s when he realized how serious his injuries were. He remembers the man taking two belts and putting a tourniquet on each leg so he wouldn’t bleed to death. Christian said he can still remember the smell after the blast, “It smelled like gunpowder…like fireworks.” He feels fortunate, even lucky, about his situation. “I’m just happy I get to keep my legs,” he said. “And even if my hand is banged up after these bandages come off, it’s okay, I still have my hand, too.”

Christian is indeed lucky that his legs will not have to be amputated. But the state of his condition is still not known by doctors. The severity of the injuries are still too early to talk about long term implications. His spirits are pretty amazing considering what he has been through.

Caroline originally ran from the scene as her adrenaline and ‘fight or flight’ instincts kicked in. But as she looked back, she saw that Christian was not with her. She quickly returned to the bomb scene where she found her boyfriend on the ground, unable to get up. This is when she realized she too, had been hit, and collapsed. She has undergone many leg surgeries since Monday and has more to go. In spite of all that she has been through, she is doing well and is in good spirits. As her friend Kara pointed out, she’s not as concerned about herself as she is for Christian. She keeps asking how Christian is doing. Source

Okay, go on then, you can laugh your cocks off… I fucking did.

Now, the goal was to raise $100,000 for the couple and as I type the total stands at $111,826.00 which is around £69,085.

Not a bad days work really.

I fucking hate lying cunts, don’t you?

Lets look at the photo evidence.

Whoever the swindling cunt is, he needs a bit more than a right fucking good hiding for his fraud… And so too does his cunt of a bird – whoever the fuck she is.

And coincidentally enough, just as they are scamming the public for money, It would seem that whilst recovering from her none existent injuries Caroline announced that she was pregnant… And that fact will no doubt allow them to really cash in on the mostly brain dead American populations generosity – no offence meant chaps; the Brits are as equally thinking retardant, but if you are offended, I will just say in advance that I really couldn’t give a fuck.

However, if she has a baby boy he will literally be the son of a bitch. And if she has a baby girl, then she in turn will be a daughter of darkness… Just saying.

Okay, who shall we have up as the next cunt or cunts to be exposed?

Let’s do the Brassard family.

In the photo below are the all American Brassard Brassballs family seen recovering in hospital.

The head of the household Ron was the most – aherm, aherm – seriously injured.

Mind you his slag wife – wanna fight me Ronnie? – Karen had to have three operations – yawn – and daughter Krystara had a – liar, liar – dislocated ankle.

But, I will let Cranky Karen fill you in on the details. The Victoria that she refers to is Victoria McGrath who I will cover later.

 

All of them very seriously injured then?

Course being friends of the Corcoran family it is hardly surprising that the Brassards are also lying cunts.

Look at these photos:

 

What a bunch of cunts!

You can see a video of the lying fuck dog, Kryptonite running alongside a stretcher – which must have hurt what with having a dislocated ankle – by clicking HERE

I tell you what though. If I had donated to the fraudulent cunts I would have been insisting that the Old Bill be arresting Ron Brassturd and his warped family by now.

Right, who’s next?

How about we revisit the Richard family?

Now, as you probably know, I have already covered the Richard family quite extensively in previous articles.

My conclusion is that they are in all probability a manufactured family.

Never the less, the story goes that Dad Ben Richard was with his wife, two sons and daughter when the 2^nd bomb went off.

Mind you, that is a somewhat modified synopsis since originally the storyline had it that dad Ben was running in the marathon and as he crossed the finish line, his 8 year old son Martin ran out to give him a cuddle just as the first bomb went off, killing him instantly.

Moreover, I would urge you to read the source to that first version once you have looked at the next batch of photos. You see, the source story involves a mush by the name of Matt Patterson, who also crops up a lot in the photos.

I have to tell you though that I cannot type his name without the comedy actress Kathy Burke springing to mind in her role as Perry on the Harry Enfield TV show: “Hello Mrs Patterson, Mr Patterson. Lovely weather we are having”.

But I digress.

You can read that article by clicking HERE

And you can also find another article as testament to the Richard family originally being written into the 1^st bomb scenario by clicking HERE

Course, the Richard’s original version of events was a tale specifically designed to tug at the heartstrings even more so than what plan B does. Alas, unfortunately for the script writers, plan A wasn’t really workable though, hence the change.

However, the question needs asking: What kind of fucking fella is Ben Richard when he sets up a webpage to bring you updates about his dead son, his brain damaged wife and his 7 year old daughter who has now lost her leg, the day after it fucking happened? Source

And, since it is the daughter I want to concentrate on, my ability for continuity deserves congratulating… Say “well done Chrissy boy”.

Now, as is usually the case with all these heartbreak stories, seven year old Jane Richard was an accomplished dancer – which is always a dead give away that a false flag has probably taken place.

In fact, all we need now is for Mummy Richard to have a respectable job and Bobs your fucking Uncle, me old son.

“She was a Librarian Spiv”.

Thank you Voice of Reason, there ya go folks Bobs yer fucking Uncle.

The following is from the Daily Chimp:

Jane is an enthusiastic Irish dancer having attended classes at the Clifden Academy of Irish Dance in Milton since the age of three, local reports noted.

Neighbors said Jane looked up to her older brother and they both attended the Neighborhood House Charter School in Dorchester, where their mother served as the school librarian.

Tracey Monroe, a bystander who came to Jane’s aid in the moments after the blast, told WCVB.com: ‘I saw her laying in the street. I held her head in my hands and I tried to rub her and comfort her. I asked what her name was and she said Jane. Read More

I don’t remember seeing no Tracey Monroe rushing to Jane’s aid in the photos that I have got, but they do make for interesting fucking viewing all the same, don’t cha know.

I will just add that as well as showing what fraudulent cunts the Richard Family are – although I don’t count Jane and Henry in that number since they are kids – I will also use the following photo batch as a chance to highlight some of the anomalies surrounding the 2^nd bomb blast since photos of that are rare compared to those of the 1^st bomb blast.

Strange really when you consider that 2 people were killed in the 2^nd blast… Allegedly.

 

 

So, did Martin Richard die?

I can’t say a categorical no, but I tend to think not. Not at the Marathon anyway.

Naturally, the Richards have at least two ‘Go fund me’ pages plus whatever other fund raisers that there have been.

Certainly, I believe that I have put forward enough evidence to justify calling  Ben Richard – Yes I know its Bill – a low life scum cunt.

I mean, even if you disregard his actions on the 15^th of April 2013, the fact that he set up a web page on the 16^th of April – probably within 24 hours of his son dying – to give updates on the ‘family’ means that he is without scruples.

I cannot blame Henry Richard whom I believe is aged 11 or Jane Richard who is now aged 7. They are after all, only children.

Certainly, the girl has only one leg, but the evidence is overwhelming that she didn’t lose it as a result of the Marathon bomb.

Furthermore, as I have just stated, both Jane & Henry are still children and cannot possibly understand the consequences of their actions. And as such – I was happy to see her getting on okay with her new leg.

Their father however – if indeed he really is their father being as his actions on Marathon day were anything but those of a loving dad – needs a fucking hiding that he will never forget, even if he lives to be an old man.

You see, unlike his kids, who will doubtlessly grow up to be vile, greedy, putrid, monsters just like him, I have nothing but contempt for Clit Richard.

Sadly, you only need look at the slag whores Sydney Corcoran and Kryptonite Brassballs to know that what I say about Henry and Jane growing up to become monsters like their parents, will almost certainly prove to be correct.

Now, before I move on to another syphilis infected, pox ridden product of a whores egg or even a family of maggot infested dog turds (see I don’t even plan the direction my writing takes), there are a couple of other abhorrent creatures who are more associated with the 2^nd bomb and who need exposing for the horrible cunts that they truly are.

There are also a few other things to point out about Bill Richard.

As always, this is probably easier to do with photographic evidence.

 

What a bunch of total Cunts!

Mind you, when you look at the photos of Mendelsohn walking around like he has shit himself and then being a girl at the side of the road, I tend to think that the following Boston Bollocks account is wishful thinking on the bald headed shitbags behalf:

Former US Army officer Bruce Mendelsohn, 44, who served during the Persian Gulf War, was at a post-race party looking out the window at the Boston Marathon spectators when he heard the the explosions and sprang into action, pushing people to safety and assisting victims. He gave this first-person account of his experience to PEOPLE’s Nicole Weisensee Egan.

On marathon day I was enjoying a post-race party with about two dozen people at an office right across from the finish line. At around 4:10 on the marathon clock I saw a flash from the corner of my eye; a blast wave immediately blew me off the couch upon which I was sitting and onto the floor.

I yelled at my brother – who’d finished the race over an hour before – to get all the people away from the windows, in case there was a secondary explosion. As soon as I said that, the second explosion detonated.

Once I saw all the people at the party were secure in the back of the office, I ran down the stairs to the ground floor. I almost slid on the glass shards and blood that was on the ground. I saw a woman with a deep calf wound; I grabbed a t-shirt and tied a tourniquet above the wound. I grabbed a Boston firefighter – Jimmy Plourde – and instructed him to evacuate the woman. 

I then heard a woman keening for her son. I grabbed her, told her to stay put, and that I’d find her son. I looked around and saw a boy, dazed, about 20 feet away. I ran over to him, turned him in the direction of the woman, and said, “Hey buddy, is that your mommy?” He nodded affirmatively. I picked him up, ran him over to his mom, and yelled at them to get out of the area.

I then ran up to some Boston PD officers and instructed them to establish a security perimeter, to make sure no one besides authorized people entered the scene. They quickly responded. I moved to a couple more wounded people, loaded non-ambulatory wounded onto wheelchairs and then onto ambulances. Ambulatory wounded I literally pushed out of the area.

After about 12 to 15 minutes, the scene was completely under control. A Boston PD special operations officer asked me who I was, and I said, “I’m just a guy trying to help.” He said if I want to help, I should leave the area.

I went back into the office building, up the stairs, and reunited with my brother who was waiting with the others who hadn’t left the office. I took a photo of the scene before I left out the back, via the fire escape, and joined with the thousands of people fleeing across the Mass Ave bridge.

People call me a hero but I’m not. I guess my Army training kicked in, along with my desire to do something, anything, to help. I was angry that someone took away from this special day.

To me, my actions reflect the American spirit. I won’t allow terrorism to defeat us, and if my actions that day helped reflect that desire, so much the better.  Source

… Only a Hollywood script writer would believe that buttock clenching bullshit surely.

There is a slight problem with Mendelshon though.

You see, the MSM cannot make their minds up who he is.

Have a look at this from the Huffington post which used the photo of Mendelshon stood standing as if he had shit himself as their article header photo:

BOSTON — The image showed James “Bim” Costello staggering away from the Boston Marathon bombing, his jeans shredded and blackened, his body so burned that he was left needing pig skin grafts on most of his right arm and right leg.

Costello had plucked two rusty roofing nails from his stomach and was trying to walk toward any help he could find following the explosions, his ears ringing, his body pebbled with shrapnel, and his mind reeling from the thought moments earlier that he might be dying.

Kenshin Okubo, a photographer for Boston University newspaper The Daily Free Press, captured the photo of Costello in the immediate aftermath of the April 15 terrorist attack that killed three people and injured more than 260 others. The Associated Press got permission to use the image and distributed it globally.

Since that day, the 30-year-old bombing victim has heard from many people who want to know if he is the unidentified survivor in that photo.

A month later, Costello said he’s ready to share his story because he fears people are starting to forget the plight of victims who suffered life-altering injuries he calls much worse than his own.

“I guess what I want to say is, `Don’t forget about the people that are seriously hurt and the people that died,'” Costello said Friday in an exclusive interview with The Associated Press.

“Don’t worry about me,” he said. “I’m good … I’ll just be here to support my friends.”

Costello said he had been going to watch the marathon for about a decade. This year, he was gathered with friends near the finish line and watching for another friend who was running when the bombs went off.

Three of Costello’s friends lost a leg, including brothers Paul Norden, 31, and J.P. Norden, 33. Other friends suffered serious burns and shrapnel injuries after the second bomb exploded outside Forum restaurant on Boylston Street. Read More

The article also carried the following set of photos:

 

Whoever he is, he certainly looks Jewish, he’s certainly an actor and the MSM just love to muddy the fucking waters don’t they.

Okay, whom shall we do now?

Baggsy we do the blue coat woman.

“Why so keen Spiv”?

Because my good friend, she is the proof that this whole sick exercise was filmed at least twice.

First, let’s have a look at how this terribly injured poor woman effortlessly moved herself into a better position.

 

So how does that prove that the pantomime was filmed twice you ask?

And that would be a good question too.

You see, in order to prove that this pantomime was filmed at least twice, we have to look at Mrs Fraud Cunt Blue Coat – who may or may not be Mrs Ann Whalley – from a different angle.

Before we do, you may just want to have another look at the photos above just so as you are perfectly clear where she was when the bomb went off.

We shall call that Position A and the place that she crawled to Position B.

Okay, now look at these photos.

 

So, are we agreed that this pathetic panto was filmed at least twice?

And don’t forget the proof that I put forward for there being 3 bombs, not 2 in my article ‘Boston Bollocks Part 1’.

Yet people will still say that the two brothers did it… Fucking madness.

Now, as I said earlier, the blue collar fraud may very well be Ann Whalley, wife of Englishman Eric Whalley from Cockermouth… There were floods there a few years back which had the newsreaders desperately trying not to laugh every time they had to  report on the story, don’t cha know.

Anyway, here is a photo of the Whalleys:

 

I must say that the Whalley’s are doing very nicely out of the country that was kind enough to give them citizenship. In fact, they have been donated $154,100 for their fraudulent injuries at the time of writing. Source

Course, what with them both being pensioners, you would have thought that they would have had a bit more integrity.

But obviously not… The cunts.

Here is a bit of background:

Ann and Eric were both born in the UK and moved to the USA in 1989, settling initially in Boulder, CO.

The Whalley family moved to North Andover, Massachusetts in 1997 and became American citizens in 2008. They now live in Charlestown, MA and are proud Massachusetts residents and Americans who have devoted their lives to their community and friends.

Eric is a recently retired biotech professional and Ann a retired schoolteacher. On 15 April 2013, Ann and Eric were enjoying a walk through Boston along the marathon course and proudly cheering on the runners when they fell victim to the horrifying bombings.

Much of their extended family still lives in the UK so they need all the local support and help they can get. Source – As above.

And, according to their sons Richard & Chris Whalley, their parents were in bad shape – well they should know shouldn’t they.

The following is from ABC news:

The Whalleys, who are hikers and like to walk around the city, were at the marathon finish line when the bombs exploded.

In the last three days, the couple has had nearly a dozen surgeries between them to remove multiple ball bearings and nails. Eric Whalley was hit in the skull and eye and may lose his sight and perhaps have brain damage. Ann Whalley got hit in the legs and has a badly mangled right foot.

“They were just there to see the action,” said their son. “They did last year, as well. They were both runners and are pretty active for their age.”

Just yesterday, his mother was moved to the Longwood campus on the same ward as his father, making life easier for the brothers. The hospital gave the Whalley brothers an apartment so they can be close to their parents.

His brother Chris, 34, lives in Salisbury, Mass., close to the New Hampshire border.

“My Dad had multiple surgeries but they are monitoring him closely to make sure everything has stabilized,” he said.

His father had a blood clot on one side of his brain. He also had orthopedic surgery on his right leg. “The feet are in especially bad shape,” said Whalley. “Part of the right foot was blown off.”

Read More

Ouch! It’s never fucking good when you like hiking and then go lose half ya fucking foot… Just saying.

Photos please.

 

And to think that Ann Whalley – if that is indeed Ann in the blue coat – used to be a school teacher.

Then again, knowing what I do about school teachers, I shouldn’t really be surprised.

Okay, as I just said, it is ironic that Eric got a leg brace when he supposedly only lost half his foot – we know he didn’t really, not in Boston anyway – because, this next fella could have really done with one… Well, one that stays on anyway.

And so could his missus as it happens.

The following report about the couple is taken from the Common Health website:

Only the most seriously injured of the 188 marathon bombing patients remain hospitalized.  Patrick Downes and Jessica Kensky Downes are among them.  The couple was cheering runners near the finish line Monday when the explosions threw them apart. Patrick and Jessica both lost the lower part of their left leg.

Friends are having a hard time reconciling this news with memories of the joyful pair who married just last August.  Smiles in photos of Jessica and Patrick jump off the screen.

“But that’s not just a photograph,” says Leslie Kelly, who watched Jessica grow up just outside Sacramento.  “Those two are the happiest, most optimistic, wonderful people,” continues Kelly, which provides “a real good foundation for both of them going forward.”

Jessica’s right foot was also badly damaged in the blast, but the family has told friends it looks like she’ll be able to keep it. And Patrick’s third surgery went well. Family members declined requests for an interview, but a few friends are sharing their story.

“When Patrick came to, he asked if the Red Sox had won,” says Boston College buddy Tom Treacy. ”It sounded like they were certainly in good spirits.”

Friends and strangers have donated more than $500,000 in four days to help the couple cope with whatever comes next.  Read More

So, have we found one honest couple at long last?

Have we fuck!

 

 

 

Its going well though isn’t it?

The article I mean… The victims are just a bunch of treacherous cunts.

Right whom shall we have next?

How about the woman in the Pink body warmer?

She is a somebody trying to be a nobody and is in fact nothing but a conniving old slapper.

Now, this old cum bucket could quite possibly be one of two people.

Course, if neither of them are her, it still doesn’t alter my assessment of the old trout because she is still a conniving old slapper.

 

However, if she were Cindy Sheenan, an associate of Carlos the cowboy, you would have to wonder just how she got to be such an important player in this pantomime.

She was after all, there from start to finish keeping her eye on everyone, handing out fake blood and even finding the time to become a casualty.

And it is for those reasons that I believe her to be Suzanne Bump.

Anyway, regardless of who she is, just look at the scheming cunt revelling in her important role in this next set of photos.

Ever get the feeling that you are being taken for a mug?

Okay, let’s do the Whites.

The following is from The Washington Post:

Benjamin Coutu was watching TV footage of the Boston Marathon bombings when he did a double take. Was that his good friend’s younger brother, Kevin White, being carted away by paramedics?

“I waited by the TV to see it again,” Coutu said. “I’m like, ‘Man, I think it is.’ ”

Coutu had not seen White in a decade; he had been closer with Andrew White, Kevin’s older brother. As he watched and re-watched the footage, he thought to himself: “Maybe I’m making too much of it. Maybe I want to personalize.” He got out his camera anyway, snapped a photo of the screen, and sent it to Andrew.

In Portland, Ore., Andrew’s phone was “buzzing constantly,” Coutu said. The clinical psychologist was in a session, not knowing what had happened on the East Coast, not knowing that his mother, father and brother had been seriously wounded ina bombing, Coutu said.

“Apparently, it was Kevin trying to get through,” Coutu said.

By that evening, Coutu said, Andrew was on a plane to Boston to be with his family members.

Their injuries, Coutu said, were serious. Kevin White had trauma to his abdomen and several hairline fractures; he was released from the hospital April 17, Coutu said.

Kevin and Andrew’s mother, Mary Jo White, had a seriously wounded hand and was discharged April 19, Coutu said.

And Kevin and Andrew’s father, Bill White, remains hospitalized after being transferred out of intensive care last week. One of his legs was severed below the knee, Coutu said.

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Course, you will already know that report is a load of old bollocks otherwise the Whites wouldn’t be included in this article.

Cue the photographs.

 

You having that?

“Could be better where the Whites are concerned Spiv”?

Fair fucking comment Voice of Reason.  However, to totally convince you of the Whites guilt would require taking so many screen shots from videos that I would still be doing so come Christmas.

So, if you want to see Mary Jo walking to the bomb site with her FEMA papers, Bill take his leg off or Kevin shrug as he is wheeled off in a wheelchair, click HERE to watch a live leaks video.

Next up we have Boston firefighter Jimmy Plourde and Victoria McGrath.

They are of course, both cunts.

Plourde actually had the front to appear on Channel 4 TV and state that he wants the innocent surviving bomber locked away for life in a small cell… Even though he knows that that the bombing was a hoax.

The following is taken from that Channel 4 program:

Jimmy Plourde has witnessed many scenes of death and devastation, but he describes the Boston Marathon bombing as the worst day of his life. Jimmy says that when he got home that night he held his wife and baby daughter closer than ever.

When it comes to the surviving bomber, Jimmy admits that his first instinct was to join in the demand for execution, but instead Jimmy now thinks the best thing to do with the 19-year-old is to lock him in a small cell and forget about him.

Nice fella! Not.

Course, if you think back to the outing of Bruce Mendelsohn/Bim Costello – the baldy bastard photographed standing looking like a right cunt in shredded clothes, in the middle of the road – you will remember that I told you that I would be dealing with his buddy later.

Later is now and that buddy is Jimmy Plourde.

Plourde is of course the fireman captured in an iconic photo carrying 20 year old Victoria McGrath.

The following is Victorias account of a hospital reunion that took place between herself, Plourde, Mendelshon and another fella called Tyler Dodd who is obviously also a cunt:

Twenty-year-old Boston bombing victim Victoria McGrath was in a state of hysteria after suffering serious shrapnel wounds near the finish line of the Boston Marathon. Her only solace? A young man named Tyler, who helped calm her in the panicked aftermath of the bombing.

“He saved my life,” McGrath said.

 At a press conference last week, Massachusetts Gov. Deval Patrick asked for the public’s help in finding the man who had comforted McGrath.

“His name is Tyler. That’s all we know,” Patrick said. “Victoria very, very much wants to thank Tyler personally. So if Tyler is out there and listening, or reading the reports, we would love to hear from Tyler, so that we can connect him to Victoria.”

Tuesday, McGrath got her wish: In an emotional visit, Tyler Dodd met McGrath at Tufts Medical Center, where she is recovering from a shrapnel wound to her leg.

“I’m so thankful,” the Northeastern University student said through tears while the two embraced. “You guys are so brave.”

Tyler isn’t the only one McGrath credits with saving her that fateful Marathon Monday. Firefighter Jimmy Plourde, bystander Bruce Mendelson, and former Navy medic Alicia Shambo, all of whom played a role in McGrath’s rescue, joined in the reunionTuesday.

McGrath told NBC News that she arrived near the finish line about five minutes before the explosions.

“At first I thought it was a celebratory thing,” McGrath said of the first explosion. “But then my leg started getting really hot and everybody started screaming.”

McGrath said she tried to crawl to safety on her elbows, dragging her wounded leg while shielding her face from debris. She remembers crawling into the candy store Sugar Heaven, all the while trying not to look at her injured leg.

“I thought I was going to lose all my blood and die right there,” she said.

That’s when Bruce Mendelson ran to McGrath, grabbed a t-shirt, and tied a tourniquet just below her knee.

“The doctor told me if you hadn’t done that, then I would’ve died,” McGrath told a tearful Mendelson at Tufts Medical Center on Tuesday. “You saved my life. Otherwise, I would’ve bled out because it [the piece of shrapnel] hit the artery.”

After Mendelson fastened the tourniquet, firefighter Jimmy Plourde arrived at the scene and scooped McGrath into his arms—a moment that was captured in what has become an iconic photograph of the Boston tragedy (above).

“She was a brave girl. She wasn’t crying on scene,” Plourde said, but “she was scared.”

Plourde brought her to the medical tent near the marathon’s finish line. “I couldn’t even look around when they brought me to the tent because there were people with open chests…There was just too much blood,” McGrath said. She couldn’t stop screaming; the pain in her leg and the gruesome images she’d just witnessed had become too much.

Enter: Tyler Dodd.

“My name is Tyler, and I need you to be strong,” Dodd said to her.

Dodd then told McGrath that he understood the pain she was experiencing because he was a solider and had been wounded in combat in Afghanistan.

“I trusted him. I didn’t trust anybody else,” McGrath said. “It was his voice. Everybody else was screaming…He was the only person that [made] me feel strong.”

Dodd later told McGrath that he is not actually a veteran and that the wound he showed her is not from Afghanistan. Dodd received mass casualty and first aid training while working on offshore drilling rigs in the Gulf of Mexico.

“I don’t mind that he lied to me,” McGrath said. “I would have told him to do it again a second time. It saved my life.”

McGrath is to be released from Tufts Medical Center Wednesday, nine days after the explosion that almost killed her. Despite the extensive nerve damage in her leg, doctors are hopeful that with therapy, McGrath will someday be able to walk without a limp.

“I hope you do make it back to school,” Jimmy Plourde implored her. “Come back to Boston.”

“I will,” McGrath said as Plourde lifted her once again, this time resting her in a wheelchair. “I’m tough.” Source

What a load of fucking bollocks.

You can read an account of Tyler Dodd’s old fanny by clicking HERE

Now, as previously stated, Tyler Dodd meets Sticky Vicky for the first time in the emergency hospital tent.

Moreover, that fact is backed up in every other MSM report that I have read… So why is he apparently in the fucking photo’s long before they got to the tent?

With this being the case, I think I best recap before we go to the next set of photos.

1. The bomb goes off, and depending which MSM newspaper you read, Sticky Vicky receives either severe shrapnel wounds or a compound fracture.
2. She then crawls on her elbows into a nearby sweet shop, despite the fact that she categorically states that she would have died without a tourniquet being applied to her wounds.
3. Bruce Mendelshon had been at a party in an upstairs flat when the force of the explosion blew him of a sofa.
4. Mendelshon makes his way outside and somehow – fuck knows how – ends up in the same sweet shop as thick Vic.
5. He then conjures up a T-shirt from somewhere and uses it as a tourniquet to stop poor Victoria from dying.
6. Meanwhile, Fireman Plourde wanders into the sweet shop and Mendelshon, apparently having authorisation over everyone, orders Plourde to carry sick Vic to the medical tent.
7. Plourde, does so immediately which means Vicky is just about the first to leave the crime scene despite being one of the less severely injured.
8. Plourde & Vicky stop for a photo opportunity half way, before dumping Vic onto a trolley.
9. Once inside the medical tent, shitty Vicky becomes hysterical.
10. Hearing her scream, Tyler Dodd wanders over to introduce himself.

Those are the official facts as agreed by all four of them. However, I will be dealing with Dodd separately in due course.

The reason for this is because while Vicky, Mendelshon and Plourde are cunts, Dodd is in a cunt class of his own.

Photos please!

 

 

I’m shaking my head in disbelief as I am typing this shit… Unbe-fucking-lievable!

Right, lets deal with Dodd.

Now, as you can see there was quite a bit of confusion over whether Dodd was in the Military or not.

The reason for that is Dodd likes to tell everybody that he was, alternating his rank between Lieutenant and Sergeant.

He also likes to tell people that he won two Purple Heart Medals… In reality, he won fuck all.

Anyway, Dodd told Vic the chick that he was in the army, which kinda explains why he was allowed in the medical tent.

However, when he appeared on TV as the hero, too many people knew him for him to get away with such an outrageous lie.

That is when Dodd and his handlers had to come up with the change of story.

But even then, the new story was just more old fanny because in truth, Dodd is a proper nut,nut, an alcoholic, a junkie, a common criminal, a born liar and a lot fucking older than 20 years of age.

However, before we look at some photos, read the following account of his heroics.

On the one hand, the account is as funny as fuck. On the other, the fact that people are fucking dumb enough to believe this shit is truly fucking frightening:

For Tyler Dodd, April 15 started out fairly uneventful. He called his mom and went to a meeting in downtown Boston, which happened to be near the finish line of the Boston Marathon, one of the world’s most famous races.

He left the meeting and stopped for a while to watch the runners as they ended their 26.2-mile trek. After watching for a while he decided to leave, getting about a block and a half away before he heard them: the first of two explosions that shook the city and, in other ways, the entire nation.

“I had a gut feeling it was something bad,” the Bartlesville native would later say.

That feeling compelled Dodd to begin running toward the sound of the blast, making his way up the block amid screaming and terrified people rushing past him, headed the opposite direction.

Somewhere along the path, his mother’s phone rang — the second call she would get from him that day — but it was soon apparent that the call was an accident, and that Dodd was in the middle of something utterly indescribable.

“It was terrible. There was screaming — a lot of screaming — I could tell it was sheer chaos,” Melanie Lay, of Bartlesville, said of her son’s unintentional call.

And for 21 minutes, Lay listened as the sounds of terror and confusion engulfed her son’s world, thankful when she eventually heard him talk.

“My name is Tyler. Look at me,” she heard him say.

He was alive.

An act of terror

Details of the Boston Marathon bombing and its aftermath played out virtually in real time as media reports traced the explosions, as well as the death of one and the capture of another of two brothers suspected to have been responsible. The bombs killed three people, including an 8-year-old boy, and injured upwards of 170 others.

Dodd would be hailed as one of the many heroes to emerge from the tragedy. During interviews with CNN’s Piers Morgan and other media, he has recounted his actions that day many times over, telling a story that is at once unbelievable: the inhumanity it surely takes to maim and injure so many people, but yet instills feelings of patriotism and pride, that so many are so willing to act in the face of fear.

“The guys responsible for this, I don’t know what their motives were. No one does, I guess, at this point,” Dodd told the Examiner-Enterprise on Friday. “But I would think it was just to instill fear and terror — to just cause chaos.

“And there was that, but what I got out of it most was humanity at its finest. I had the opportunity to be with true heroes that day, and it’s an experience I’ll never forget.”

City in chaos

Born and raised in Bartlesville, Dodd left the area in 2002 to earn some money working on oil rigs in Louisiana. It was there that he learned the ins and outs of mass casualty first aid — skills that would be put to the test more than a decade later.

Dodd moved to Boston about a year ago and was going about his business when the explosions occurred, he told the E-E in an exclusive interview last week.

“I was by the finish line, originally, for a little while. I wasn’t downtown necessarily to watch the marathon — it was kind of crazy down there — but I did have a meeting to go to right in the area, about a block away,” Dodd said. “I had left the meeting and was just watching the finish line, watching some of the runners come in, and I decided to leave. I walked about a block and a half away and was standing in front of (a subway station) and I heard the first explosion.”

Dodd said the second explosion came soon after.

“About 15 seconds later, something like that, I heard the second one. At that point, I knew something really bad had happened,” he said. “There was a police officer standing on the corner, about a hundred feet away from me, and I saw her listen to her radio on her shoulder. She listened for a second, relatively, and then I just saw the color leave her face. And I knew something really bad had happened.”

Since moving to Boston, Dodd has made several changes in his life — none more important to him, he says, than his deepening connection to God. It was this, Dodd said, that moved him to act that fateful Monday.

“I kind of live by a set of principles today,” he said. “I woke up that morning and asked God to let me help somebody in a tangible way. I just ran up to her (the police officer) and asked what I could do, you know, told her I had some first aid training … she told me to go to 800 Boylston, that they’re going to need all the help they can get.”

So Dodd started running that direction.

Victoria

“As I was running over there I didn’t know for sure what I was running into, but I was mentally preparing myself for what I thought I was about to see,” he said. “I had no idea how bad it would be or anything like that. I was trying to remember the first aid stuff that I had learned and go over it mentally before I got there so I could kind of just react.

“As I got there, people were running the opposite direction, so it was kind of hard to get up the block. People were screaming and … were terrified.

“And that’s when I started noticing people with blood and injuries … I got pretty close to where it happened and the firefighters and first responders and everybody were starting to show up. And so I basically just did what I could right there, in the immediate area, you know, however long it took me to get a block and a half after the explosion.”

Dodd said it took longer than it normally would “because people were running the other way.”

“I remember putting on some tourniquets and getting some people on gurneys and wheelchairs,” he said. “And then the time in between that and (when) I made it inside the tent … I don’t really remember a lot of it.”

But when he got inside the tent where the injured were being cared for, it was “really bad,” he said.

“It was just chaos and a lot of people hurt really bad,” he said.

Dodd said he assisted medical personnel, doing whatever he was asked, which included cutting clothes away from people to allow treatment and applying tourniquets.

“I kind of stuck beside the doctor that was on the scene with me that was telling me where to apply the tourniquets and who to help first,” he said. “That’s when I came across Victoria, a young girl. She was just terrified. And something inside me — I don’t know what it was — I just really wanted to console her in any way I could. She had a bunch of medical personnel working on her, and it was basically about trying to get her to calm down and make her feel better and let her know that somebody was there that … cared about her, I guess.

“I walked up to her and I knelt down on the — they had a little cot that she was laying on that was there for the runners — and she was hysterical. And I knelt down next to her and got her attention. She couldn’t hear very well because of the blasts, so I kind of signaled for her to kind of look at me. And she looked at me and I asked her her name.”

After learning her name, Dodd convinced the girl to look at him rather than at her injuries, and assured her that “everything is going to be okay.”

“I said, ‘Victoria, I’m Tyler.’ I just told her everything is going to be okay, and the oddest thing was, when I told her that, she believed me,” he said.

“I was trying not to look at her injury and trying to be aware of my body language and my facial expressions to not freak her out worse than she already was,” he said. “She held my hand and we just talked.

“I drew my strength from her strength,” he said.

Dodd said he eventually left Victoria’s side to assist with others who were injured. But he would return to her at times during the ordeal to help ground himself and deal with the trauma he was witnessing.

“I just went and did whatever they asked me to. Whenever it started to be too much — the things I was seeing, the things I was smelling — I would go back to Victoria and talk with her,” Dodd said. “I think she was thinking I was there to console her, at that point, but really the scripts kind of flipped and I was getting myself together by speaking to her.”

Dodd said he left the area once the most critical patients were transported from the scene, and that he was surprised when he learned later that 20-year-old Victoria McGrath and her family were looking for “Sgt. Tyler.” Read More

No comment, let’s just go straight into the photos.

 

Can you imagine him being left alone to wander around a medical tent?

Me neither.

Course, apart from the photos with Dodd helping Plourde load Sticky Vicky onto the gurney – despite Dodd having only meant to have met her in the hospital tent – there are no other photos of the convict in action.

And, whilst there can be no mistaking that the Press are passing those photos off as Dodd, I fail to see how it can be him.

 

So, as far as I can see, the photos that the MSM are promoting as Dodds are done so for no other reason than to discredit people like me at a later date… Well fuck you, we are not all as stupid as you think.

Time to do Jarrod Clowery I think.

The following is from The Sydney Morning Herald:

A victim of the Boston Marathon bombing says that he cannot stand to be alone since the tragedy, which left him with burns, nails and even pieces of his jeans throughout his body and left three of his friends without limbs.

During the day, there are enough doctors, nurses, family and friends around that it is possible to stay upbeat, Jarrod Clowery, 35, said from Brigham and Women’s Hospital, where he is being treated for injuries suffered in the April 15 blasts. At night, it’s a different story.

“When I’m alone, I do think about what happened, and I think for a while, I’m going to need somebody with me – my sister stayed with me last night – so if I need to air it out, I can air it out,” Mr Clowery, a carpenter from Massachusetts, said. “I’ve had a few cries.”

He arrived at the emergency room with 40 metal objects and other pieces of debris in his body, including nails, ball bearings, pieces of his denim jeans, plastic, glass, and wood, probably from a tree.

Surgery has removed some of the objects and others are working their way to the surface, but Mr Clowery’s condition is painful, Dr Riviello said.

It will take months for Mr Clowery to recover. “That’s going to be on you,” Dr Riviello said to his patient. “It’s going to be a lot of work.”

Mr Clowery, his voice breaking, said Dr Riviello and the others who have tended to him have been a tremendous support.

He said on the day of the bombings, he had been watching the marathon with friends.

When he heard the first blast, he went to hop the fence into the street but then the second bomb went off, about a metre away from him.

“I just remember feeling engulfed, and I got thrown out into the street,” he said. “Just like all the movies, all the sound got taken away. Something inside me said, ‘Get up, Jarrod. You’re okay. Just get up.’ I was okay. I was pretty lucid. I remember trying to count my fingers and feel my feet and thinking about these kinds of things.”

Mr Clowery said his thoughts repeatedly return to those moments.

“I looked at my hand and it was too much to look at, so I tuck it in, and I look at my legs and I didn’t want to look at those any more,” he said.

He credited two first responders with helping him keep it together mentally. News photos show him sitting on the ground, clearly distraught, as two emergency responders try to calm him. One of them was named Jeff, Mr Clowery said.

“He looks at me and says, ‘You’re going to be okay.’ He said, ‘Jarrod, believe me when I tell you, there’s worse out here than you.”‘

From Wednesday, Mr Clowery will spend about two weeks at Spaulding Rehabilitation Hospital, before going home. A crowdfunding campaign at GoFundMe.com has been set up to help pay his medical bills.

After rehabilitation, Mr Clowery said, he’ll try to help his friends who lost limbs with their return home.

“My friends are strong guys, tough as nails, and they know that we’re going to come out of this better,” Mr Clowery said. Source

Fuck me, that sounds serious Jarrod… Any sexual problems?

That is an old joke. Betcha not many of you get it.

Photos please.

 

 

I think that you are making much ado about nothing there Jarrod.

Okay, the next family up is the Griffins, in particular the head of the household, Peter.

There can be no doubt that the Griffins are a family of actors and have done very nicely out of the profession to boot.

The very fact that Peter gave massive clues to the Boston Bombings three weeks prior to the actual event is further testament to the atrocity being a pre planned false flag.

 

Okay, okay, a bit silly I know, but its them fraud cunts that started it, not me.

I mean, it really doesn’t get much sillier than the late comer does it?

Look and laugh. The whole charade is a fucking farce:

 

Right, that is more or less it really. At least in terms of writing it is anyway.

There are still quite a few photographs to be seen, but they are self explanatory bar a brief explanation under each photo.

I have of course previously written extensively on this false flag – for that is surely what this ‘terrorist bombing’ is in reality.

And I truly believe that I have more than proved that the title ‘Boston Bollocks’ is a far more appropriate label than that of the ‘Boston Bombings’.

The same can be said for our Woolwich false flag and I look forward to the court cases of Adebolajo and Adebowale being played out… Albeit that court case is being heavily censored.

Course, the two government orchestrated pantomimes will be forever linked because of the closeness in time, the agenda behind them and the perpetrators who made them happen.

Whether the myth is allowed to prevail or people get angry and refuse to let the truth be buried remains to be seen.

I hope it’s the latter for all our fucking sakes.

Byyyeeeeeeeee