Bridge of Spies

Christopher Spivey


I’ll tell you what for nothing; when I first temporarily shelved ‘Book Ends‘ to write up this London Bridge malarkey I never for one moment expected to still be writing it now.

Moreover, there is still a good ways to go before I finish it, despite being up to the 40,000 word mark – 38,107 to be exact.

And believe me when I say that I will be glad when  it’s done because what on the surface appeared to be another amateurishly put-together fraud act on behalf of the British government is anything but… Indeed it is enormously complicated and my stress levels have been close to melt-down trying to figure out how it was done.

But I have and you will be shocked by it I can promise you that. Moreover, unlike the hoaxes that I have written about before this Westmonster Horror Show will be documented in one volume as opposed to the usual three or four and often more.

Course, not being able to get anything new on here has also added to my stress especially with a few donations still coming in… Which is just as well since I have to eat like everyone else and my financial situation is absolutely dire. And of course therein lies another reason for me wanting/needing to get the Westminster exposé out of the way.

Unfortunately, concentrating on the task in hand means that I haven’t had the time to thank those of you who have donated over the last couple of weeks, but I promise you that I will get round to doing it as soon as I can.

However, having said that there is one fella – and I won’t say who he is in case he wishes to remain anonymous – who donated a sum far too large to let it go unacknowledged for any length of time and I will be writing to him as a matter of priority – You sir have literally kept a roof over my head (hopefully) and I am extremely grateful to you.

But anyway, my original intention here had been to give you a little look at what you can expect from this forthcoming book-length report on the unforgivable criminal act committed on the nation by senior members of the government & constabulary whilst also giving a little mention to the recent latest batch of bullshit reporting on Madeleine McCann.

I was then going to top my words off with one of the articles given to me as gap-fillers by my friend, the writer & historian, John Hamer.

Now I don’t know if you have read those four or five fairy stories or not about young Madeleine, but the total, total bollox written about her in the Chimp proper got my goat.

However, after the MI5 ‘follow up‘ to the Westminster abomination I have decided to have a word about that instead. Therefore any of you who thought that this was going to be the actual Westminster Bridge-fest I am sorry to tell you that it isn’t… It is a kind of Sequel-Prequel.

Now since the latest round of McCann nonsense articles and Mad Masood’s 82 second moment of mayhem have someone in common – as no doubt yesterdays terrapin hoax (28/4/17) will have soon enough – it would be rude of me not to mention him… Especially so with our un-elected Prime Mincer, The Right Orrible Transvestite, Terry May singing the praises of our Security Services and Boys in Blue.

You see, the person that I am on about who has played a massive role in perpetuating the Westminster bridge fraud, whilst currently trying to do the same for the Madeleine McCann myth and will doubtlessly stick his two penneth worth into the latest Westminster fraud is Top Plod, Mark Rowley – Acting Deputy Commissioner of the Metropolitan Police.

Indeed, the ultra vain Rowley took the leading role in the Westminster Am-Drams over Acting Met Commissioner, Craig Mackey… Acting being the operative word to describe the pair of criminals.

In fact have you noticed how many of these pretend investigations have an’Acting’ plod in charge? The Jo Cox caper is another example.

Nevertheless, I would imagine that Rampant Rowley was given the starring role because he is more debonair than the Boris Johnson Buffoon like, Craig Mackey.

And of course Mackey is being kept away from the public after having Masood run straight past his car, before stabbing one of his police officers to death prior to being shot dead, to which Mackey simply said “drive on Parker” without so much as even getting out of his posh-motor to have a butchers-hook.

Mind you, Rowley did appear to do a Stirling job whilst posing model-like to deliver his updates on the Westminster nonsense.

In his fucking element look, standing there with one outstretched leg forward of the other… Yet in reality, Skid-Mark is anything but the cool, calm & authoritative police spokesman that he would have us believe.

Worst still, Rotten Rowley hadn’t even read the Westmonster script properly before facing the world’s press and made one almighty fuck up when asked by a reporter if [allegedly] un-armed PC Palmer (supposedly stabbed to death by terrorist, Mad Masood) was in fact armed at the time of his murder.

And when Rattled Rowley confirmed that Palmer was indeed carrying a firearm before almost immediately realizing his fuck up, his reaction is a sight to behold.

Now obviously the footage of this almighty fuck up wasn’t shown over here, but I still anticipate the video disappearing in the near future if it hasn’t done already. Therefore I videoed the video for posterity… Watch and listen carefully.

I can’t stop watching that… I fucking love it when the mugs trying to mug us mug themselves off.

Course – and as most of you already know –  in order to be in the ‘club‘ you have to compromise yourself. And as such I wasn’t surprised when Rowley turned up as an “Australian” tourist, recounting to the press the horrors that he saw on the 22nd of March 2017.

And that should be a matter of grave concern to everyone… Right, let’s have a look at the follow up nonsense that took place on the 27th of April 2017 – and I am sure that you all realize that the agendas here are:

  • the ban on knives – after all they have already banned the guns.
  • the full time arming of the criminal police
  • and keeping our MP’s well away from the public so as they don’t cotton on to the fact that between a half to two thirds of the scumbags do not even exist
  • not to mention making heroes out of villains.

Now Google the words “Metropolitan Police Corruption” whilst also bearing in mind that the Security Services have been behind every terrorist attack in this country since WW2.

Course, one of the first things that I noticed about yesterday’s old bollox is that they are using it as an opportunity to rewrite history in regard to the Mad Masood mayhem.

Kinda makes ya wonder how Andrea Christie – or as the silly as arseholes press like to call her; Andreea Cristea – got knocked off the bridge in the first fucking place, don’t it?

Not that she really did of course. Indeed no one was hurt at all not even ‘hero’ cop, Keith Palmer… Although someone got rich from the fiction.

In fact Andreeeeeeea turned up the next day as a commuter spreading the “we will never let terrapinism beat us” bollox.

And I should also point out that she is also happy-as-larry, Masood victim, Edy Cochran – or whatever her fucking stage name was – who couldn’t stop smiling at the death of her beloved husband of 25 years, Eddie Cochran.

Absolutely fucking gutted she is.

Now, no doubt that the details will have changed by the time that you read this but this latest terrapin, probably called Terry – despite him not really being a terrapin – had been on round the cock surveillance by the Men-In-Tights:

And like Old Telly May keeps saying; our intelligence services get their information from impeccable sources… Such as the terrapins family:

Those journalist in the chimp are gooder than most are they?

But in the end it seems that the MIT got their man via a crisis actor agency stop and search:

I wonder if that Scotland Yard Spokesman is Mark Rowley?

And indeed, that stop & search came at the best place possible – the central reservation on Whitehall where he was confronted by armed police.

Course, I always thought that once an armed plodothon has identified himself he then repeatedly shouts at his target: “GET ON THE GROUND. GET ON THE GROUND”.

Yet it seems that despite sticking his hands in the air and dropping his zipper bag with the zip undone, causing 3 knives to fall out – two were in case he had to reload I would imagine – the plod decide to bundle him to the ground manually… Which they probably find much more fun.

And after bumming him to the ground one of the vindictive bastards trod on his fingers… And they wouldn’t even let him have a piss in peace.

Mind you our terrapin looks exactly like you would expect a man to look whom, having had his mission thwarted and his fingers stamped on by the arresting armed police, is now facing years in prison – thus robbing him of the final years of his youth.

Nevertheless after routinely stopping and searching him, the plod obviously decided that the Whitehall Central Reservation wasn’t the best of choices to do so after all and moved Terry Terrapin across the road onto the pavement, consequently closing a major underground station in the process.

Moreover, by taking him over to the pavement on the Treasury side the sharp minded plod had to close the road off – a major road at that upon which traffic had been free flowing up until that point.

But at least in doing so meant that they could keep the other side of the road open – the side with one of the two lanes already closed off at the worst possible place (traffic lights) which was already causing a long tail back… They’ve got some brains these fucking heroes haven’t they?

PHOTO: Which side of the road would you close off in order to keep the public safe, the station open and cause the least chaos?

Still at least the Men-Who-Point-A-Lot got there early.

PHOTO: What the fuck is the daft cunt pointing out to his daft cunt mate – That he isn’t an alcoholic or something?

Even though they only had one pair of spaceman’s boots between them. But they were so early in fact that the terrapin – too dumb to do the zipper up on his bag of assorted knives in an area crawling with plod – hadn’t even been carted off to the nick at that point.

Although they wasn’t as quick off the mark as the photo journalists who were there from the off… Sort of telepathic telephoto lenses.

Indeed I really do not think that the Monster Minions know exactly what crime scene forensic officers do!

After all, here they are in their sterile suits and masks, photographing 3 knives that were not used on anyone and couldn’t possibly be in the same place as when they fell out of soft-lad’s unzipped zipper bag, laying on the ground that forms one of the busiest crossings in the world… I mean, what the fuck were they hoping to find? Yet a police photographer could have taken the snappy snaps.

Worse still, not only did Sterile-Trainers-Man forget his space-wellies, he also forgot to bring the fucking evidence markers too.

Mind you, if you think that cunt is dumb what about Space-Boots-Space-Ed who taped his sterile gloves to his sterile space suit presumably to avoid any fibers falling out of his sleeves onto one of the busiest bits of real estate in the world?

Before realizing that as a professional forensic officer he would need to change his gloves multiple times!

And people think that this really happened???

I mean fuck me! He must be as drugged up as the professional paramedics who put Mad Masood into their ambulance the wrong way and as a consequence had to take him off the back lift to turn him round the other way.

Must have been a bastard first ever job for the fellas!

But least said, soonest mended.

And who knows, I may be wrong. I mean perhaps silly bollocks is done up like a dogs dinner because he’s allergic to knives?

Although fuck knows where he found the one in the following photo.

However, did you notice the lack of traffic in the overhead photo that I showed you a while back?

Weird or what when you consider that the traffic coming down Whitehall is going into a bottle neck right on the traffic lights? Yet none of the overhead shots bear any resemblance to the street side photos.

Mind you, there was a lot of strange goings on at the time.

For instance where are all the police motors?

Indeed not even the two unmarked motors that we can see in the overhead photo (two photos up) are there, yet Terry Terrapin is still on the scene. Therefore the fact that the unneeded forensics are there already are a good indication that this is nothing more than a photo-shoot.

And how coincidental is it that we see the same plod van as was used in the Mad Masood caper as well as a coach identical to the suspect coach also used that day?

PHOTO: The coach used on March 22nd 2017.

Well, I say that it is the same plod van as that used on the day of Mad Masood’s road-rage mayhem but it has a different registration number despite having the same 3 letter code which as far as I can ascertain is unique to the vehicle that it is assigned to.

Now as you can see in the above photo, the registration number of the CLL van is BV 16 UXW.

Whereas the registration number on the ‘other‘ CLL van is… Err… Something different which constantly evolved as the van turned.

Yet then again, looking at the photo below the van could possibly have the same registration as that used in the Masood caper (BV 16 UXW).

Although looking at the registration plate on a Mercedes van that also passed the “Forensics Officer”  I am not sure that the 3 letter code, CLL is not also being used as deliberate subliminal message.

You see, the the last three letters on the Mercedes van registration plate appeared to read as the word “Kill” when the vehicle turned.

Not that any of the motors were as they should have been that day. But then again all of the photos and videos are fake.

For instance take a look at the following screenshot taken from one of the Chimps videos.

Now in this photo we see Terry Terrapin being carted off to the plod motor behind the Volvo plod motor. And that 2nd motor is clearly a car.

You only need look at the height of the forensic officer to the right of the motor too see that.

Yet when we see the Ariel shots the motors look very different indeed.

And at the very least that second motor will be 5 ft 7 ins tall or more… But then again we are talking about a lot of CGI here. Either that or there are some very tall funny looking coppers in London!

Nevertheless, as the coppers walked Terry to the motors it certainly appears as if they are going to put him into the Volvo.

Excuse the red circle it is fuck all to do with me. Although it might be something to do with taking the emphasis off the Volvo’s roof because fuck knows what is going on there.

Nevertheless, as they get to the Volvo’s rear door they all simply keep walking… As in; keep walking through the car as if it isn’t there!

And that is where the video ends… However, we now need to look at the Ariel video.

Nevertheless, they then get him into the motor.

And all but close the door but before they do Tel the Pin must ask the plod for a fag or a kiss because the plod then opens the door again. Also  note the Minions are letting it be know that this isn’t real via the letters on the bus roof.

Also note the reference to Mormons who have been mentioned in quite a few Chimp articles of late.

And as for the bird? Well I don’t know if it means anything or not but it certainly doesn’t look real to me.

Which leaves me one more batch of screenshots to show you from yet another video.

A bit trippy that.

Nevertheless, that just leaves me to tell you that Sick Benefit Part 3 is now available as an eBook and can be found HERE for UK customers. And HERE for our American cousins.

And whatever you do, please leave a review… Or do you want me to be poor for ever and ever amen?

Just askin’.