HOORAY! Eddy Morrison – One Of The Last Of Britain’s Old Neo-Nazis – Dies – GOOD RIDDANCE!

At last, something to cheer us all up during these turbulent times when most of the civilised world has lost the plot, and that’s the wonderful news that veteran British Nazi, Eddy Morrison, has finally done something good by joining his heroes Adolf Hitler and John Tyndall burning in Hell.

Parting is such sweet bloody brilliant – just a pity it wasn’t thirty years earlier.

Word is he was killed falling down the stairs of his home on Wednesday – which after a lifetime of falling down stairs, out of windows, moving vehicles and various other places in various states of inebriation you would have thought he would have been an expert at.

Doubtless he will be communicating by ouija board any time shortly that the stairs were sabotaged by Zionist Gay Marxist agents just as he was about to take over the planet – although it was anyone’s guess what planet he was on at any given time.

An example of Eddy Morrison’s demended bib-dribblings, reprinted in Bill Baillie’s ‘Nation Revisited’ blog. Note police officer in background trying not to fall about laughing as Eddy gives another of his off-the-cuff-off-his-head speeches after his latest court appearence for being a career arseturnip!

Doubtless there will be many tears within shrunken nazi circles, and even more so at Searchlight and Hope Not Hate, for what’s left of Britain’s anti-fascists relied on Morrison and his ‘cunning plans’ to give them something to write about, especially considering the bombast of his plots made good copy to sell to the terminally gullible.

Funny how you forgot to mention he was still peddling HATE on line a mere four days ago. F**k off Collins, and your being nice to your old nazi comrades. Ask some of Eddy’s assault victims how they feel about this oxygen thief’s passing!

While a source of a good laugh to those on the political fringes in the know as to the pathetic truth of the man, these proclamations were at times a source of anxiety to ethnic minorities reading the red tops and Jewish Chronicle readers taking them at face value – and the constant bigging up of this skeet by the careerists in the Race Relations Industry did few any good – except themselves.

An atypical response to any of Eddy Morrison’s drivel over the years from veteran far-right members. If it wasn’t for anti-fascists inflating his status, he’d never have had any.

Even in far right circles, Eddy Morrison was a joke – and the appearence of a large block of old National Front periodicals and journals on the web for anyone to view could not have been more timely. Not only do they give the lie to the old anti-fascist groups lies about ‘a well oiled nazi machine’, they also show the complete contempt Morrison was regarded in – a serial alcoholic who stole his own children’s pocket money from their savings banks to buy cheap high strength alcohol and then told them ‘Jews’ had done it.

Morrison was famous most of all for joining parties and before long attempting to get members to split away to a party run by him. He did it to the National Front three times and the British National Party twice. Wherever he went, and no matter how many second, third, fourth chances given, he always repaid those who took pity on his drunken ‘I’m so sorry, it will never happen again’s by stabbing them in the back – again. When as in the case of UKIP it was made clear to him he was not welcome, ever, he’d try to ‘turn up’ at party branches or meetings anyway and hang around as close as possible like a stale fart.

He was like some child with emotional issues who wanted to be in the gang the ‘cool kids’ were in, and when told to piss off hoped being as close to them as possible would make everyone treat him like he was one of them. That’s fair enough when you’re a child. When you’re still doing it in your seventies like Morrison, you are beyond tragic.

It was clear the senile old sot hoped to cash in on the Black Lives Matter hooliganism to ingratiate himself to a new generation of poorly educated white sink estate knuckle trailers looking for someone to give a veneer of political justification to barefaced thuggery. He’d attempted to cash in on a revived interest in Oswald Mosley from the gangster glorification BBC TV series ‘Peaky Blinders’ by starting his own Nationalist Party of Great Britain last year, with Mosley’s old lightning bolt logo and other blackshirt trappings, but like all Morrison plans, all it earned him was derision – not least of all because it sounded suspiciously like it was all a front to sell Mosley memorabilia along with reprints of his books and speeches.

One legal threat from those still holding the copyright put a stop to all that – and with it Morrison’s hopes of keeping himself in supermarket own brand cider for another year.

Having released the latest series of his idiotic hate filled rantings against blacks, Jews, ‘Marxists’ (ie. anyone whose politics wasn’t Third Reich enough for him) only four days earlier on his blog, along with reissuing his autobiography ‘Memoirs Of A Street Soldier’ (‘Memoirs of A Stupid Sot’ would have been more accurate) the timing could not be better. He was hoping to cash in on the current wave of closed minded bigotry and victimhood sweeping the less cerebral parts of the country, but like Blair Peach that idea has been truly knocked on the head.

Let’s hope no crematorium is stupid enough to take in his carcass – or Britain may see the biggest non-nuclear explosion since the Fauld disaster of 27 November 1944!