re: #209 Dr Lizardo

theguardian.com

“Yes.” clarified David Icke, “the families in positions of great financial power obsessively interbreed with each other. But I’m not talking about one earth race, Jewish or non-Jewish. I’m talking about a genetic network that operates through all races, this bloodline being a fusion of human and reptilian genes.” He threw up his hands. “And now, suddenly, the idea is that I’m saying it is a gigantic Jewish plot. But let me make myself clear - this does not in any way relate to an earth race.”

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Fans and TV crews blocked his path. He hesitated for a moment. But then, miraculously, a gap appeared, a window of opportunity. Michael opened his coat, retrieved his pie, and took aim. The meringue pie flew through the air. It lightly brushed David’s sleeve and continued its journey. It splattered, with a devastating thud, all over the children’s book section.

“Well,” murmured David, brushing the pastry flakes from his jacket, “that massively backfired.”

“We’re just booksellers,’” said the store manager softly. “You’re wrecking the store.”

“Shame,” said some old ladies. There were sad tuts of disapproval.

The manager produced a sponge and began gently to clean the children’s books. “Please leave,” he said.

And, as the anti-racists slipped quietly away, a few members of David’s entourage grinned behind their hands. Later, over dinner, I heard one of them murmur, “Well, the fat Jews fucked up.”

David didn’t hear this comment. When they saw that I had, they blushed and fell silent and said nothing like it again