I’M IN SEMI-RETIREMENT AND THIS BLOG IS WINDING DOWN. I INTEND CALLING IT A DAY IN THE NEXT FEW MONTHS. POSTINGS WILL PROBABLY BE LESS FREQUENT AND I WILL NOT UNDERTAKE ANY MAJOR NEW INVESTIGATIONS. DIOLCH YN FAWR.
Though it’s worth pointing out is that it comes from someone who is not involved in the YesCymru debate in any form, he’s just a decent guy who’s been observing from a distance.
And here I think is an important message for those still in control of YesCymru, their few remaining allies, and their social media foederati.
The period of anyone taking you seriously is over. People are laughing at you!
“HONEST BOB” LLOYD of Undod Indy 4 Lab with a world exclusive preview of his slate of candidates for the upcoming YesCymru EGM.
No pasaran, Comrades! The combined forces of Terf and Fash reaction, centrism, revisionism, Merched y Wawr, Plaid Cymru and the Botwnnog Trotskyite Collective are congratulating themselves on their pathetic coup against our democratically elected Central Committee.
We will smash them, Comrades, and I call upon you all to support the new team which will lead this great movement into the wilderness and beyond.
UPDATE 26.08.2021: I have been asked to make it clear that the image above is not really of Bob Lloyd. The likeness is pure coincidence.
UPDATE 05.09.2021: I have been asked to make it known that the real Bob Lloyd did not write this article. It seems some people think he did!
Yo dudes (but a big f*** off to anyone called Iestyn, Dilys and all the Terfs, Swerfs and Fascist bastards of the extreme right in Plaid Cymru). Yes, it’s me Ben Gwagmalu here, or Ben Guacamole as we say in these parts.
As a lecturer in macrobiotic badger yoghurt at the East Powys Polytechnic, I am once again standing on a platform of greater transparency and general koolaidness.
Our new world-leading three step methodology for unmasking transphobes, pogonophobes, nationalists and malcontents is now being rolled out, and there will be no room in our movement for anyone who is found guilty by me and our diversity and inclusivity unit.
That is why Tregaron must be wiped from the map.
I’d love to respond to all of the thousands of messages I receive from you every day, but I can’t be arsed, and much as I would love to agree to requests for copies of minutes, I regret to inform you that they, like everything else what I wrote since becoming leader, have fallen prey to an auto-delete within 5 minutes setting.
As someone who lives with multiple undiagnosed personality disorders, I know only too well that YesCymru is not a safe space for people like me. That is why it must be burned to the ground.
Only from the ashes of this stinking pit of crazed queerphobia and terfdom can we hope to build a movement which is truly inclusive. Until then I will refuse to engage with anyone fighting for toxic so-called independence.
Vote for me. You know it makes sense.
BENITIO “THREE LIONS ON MY SHIRT” BELLENDINI
YesCymru has fallen prey to the forces of fascist transphobia and my sisters, brothers and non-binary siblings are literally being hacked to death on the streets by the jack-booted thugs of Yes Pontrhydfendigaid and Yes Hanes, wherever that is.
So death to the Terfs and Smurfs! Nor shall my axe sleep in my hand, till we have built Jerusalem, in England’s* green and pleasant land.
*Or Wales if that’s not possible.
As some of you know, Aled has left to form a movement of his own, accusing me of ailurophobia and anti-veganism after I turned my nose up at his Pedigree mungbean and tofu surprise, but I’m sure he will be back soon along with his follower. That is why I have decided to stay and fight to make YesCymru a safe space free of cats and terfs. Inclusivity must extend to all those of us with four legs and wet noses.
Yes, it’s me, and I’m back! There’s only one thing these far-right agitators understand, isn’t that right Iestyn bach?
When I resume my rightful place on the Committee, I will arrange for every member to receive a complimentary sex toy from my exclusive collection with instructions on how to shove it where the sun doesn’t shine.
Gwlad y Gân? Donchya wanna puke when ya hear those words? So for a modest fee* me and my fellow Transistors (geddit?) in Les Tricoteuses, our newly formed street dance collective, will be staging a shrill-othon to drown out the screams of the terfs and fashies when Bob’s great top to bottom purge gets underway.
*None of your business
Just as Comrade Guacamole endorsed me when I stood in the 2019 general election, it is only right that I should show solidarity with him at this critical time, and so I too have been persuaded to join Honest Bob’s team as the unity candidate under the slogan Better Together! to work for a slight change in direction.
One of my first actions on being elected will be to introduce a modest salary and expenses for all those expected to turn up to meetings of the Central Committee.
[That’s enough candidates. Jac.]
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