GUERRILLA DEMOCRACY NEWS: Mugged off… Just sayin’. by Chris Spivey

In light of the fact Christopher Spivey's website is continually being hacked, I have decided to start copying his posts to Guerrilla Democracy News, so readers can at least read his articles while his website is off-line.

Mugged off… Just sayin’. by Chris Spivey

Due to some information that I have received today I believe that it would be in my best interests to release more information on Rigby.

So here, have some more.

In fact, lets start with the official photo… The official photograph that is undated and released by the Ministry of Defence is not Lee Rigby… There is no such person as Lee Rigby.

That official photo has been used to raise millions of pounds for Help the Heroes.

Lee McClure’s mother, Lyn Seville alias Rigby, and his half sister Sara McClure (they have different fathers, both McClures) have knowingly perpetuated the lie surrounding the events that took place on the 22nd of May 2013 in order to deliberately deceive the general public for financial gain.

I publicly accuse them both of defrauding the general public and obtaining money by deception.

Okay, this is what I have written in Look Back in Anger about Karl Whittle… He was from Bristol don’t cha know:

Grenadier Guardsman Karl Whittle was [rather conveniently] shot dead in Afghanistan in August 2012, nine months before Rigby was murdered.

Now, as far as I am concerned, Karl Whittles death has some serious anomalies surrounding it.

The following is from the MI5 controlled Telegraph:

A brave soldier fatally shot 12 times by Afghan terrorists who hid guns in their robes begged the battlefield medic: “I’m going to die, tell my Mrs and baby I love them.”

Grenadier Guardsman Karl Whittle, 22, was set upon by a gang of insurgents on motorbikes during a lone sentry patrol in Helmand province, an inquest heard.

The rebels fired on the new father from just one or two metres away, blasting him 12 times in the body and legs before he was even able to fire his weapon.

But as he was lying heavily bleeding on the Nahr-e Saraj battlefield brave Karl asked colleagues to send his love to his fiancé and newborn daughter Grace, repeating: “I’m going to die, I’m going to die.”

The inquest at Flax Bourton, near Bristol, heard the soldier was airlifted to Camp Bastion following the attack on August 14, 2012, and battled to survive for three weeks before he passed away.

Okay, I have to tell you that the fact that Karl was from Bristol does very little to allay my suspicions about this story.

You see, nearly every dodgy incident that I come across has a connection to Bristol. For instance, the first Boston Brakes assassination involved a fella from Bristol. And then there is the scientist who was working on a top secret project for either GEC or Marconi – I can’t remember which – and inexplicably drove to Bristol (a place he had no connection with), booked into a hotel and threw himself out of his room window.

Samantha Cameron, – a Satanic bitch if ever there was one – went to Bristol University and the Nurse Jacintha Saldanha, who was suicided following that infamous prank call to Kate Gold Digger Smith, lived in Bristol.

A year and a half later, we are still waiting for the inquest into Jacintha’s death.

However, don’t take my word for it, check Bristol out for yourself.

Getting back to Karl Whittle and you also have to question why he was alone on sentry duty in such a dangerous place.

Furthermore, how were the assassins able to get within 6 foot of Karl and shoot him a total of 12 times without killing him? Even more baffling is that he was shot a number of times in the legs! From less than 6 foot away?

That makes no sense at all.

However, if the medic and soldier who attended him are to be believed, then not only didn’t Karl lose consciousness, despite what must have been massive blood loss, he was also able to speak coherently:

Speaking at the inquest, Major Piers Ashfield said shocked witnesses ran into the main compound after the attack on the 1st Battalion Grenadier Guard.

He said: “Four motorbike passengers approached the sentry.

“From underneath their robes they pulled out weapons and engaged the sentry from one or two metres away.”

The insurgents then attacked the main compound – but were repelled – while medic Lance Corporal Robin King tried to save his comrade.

He told the court that Karl, from Bristol, said: “I’m going to die, I’m going to die, tell my Mrs and baby I love them.”

The dedicated soldier was manning a sangar fortification on a solo sentry position at a checkpoint when he was attacked at around midday.

According to Lance Corporal Ashley Hendy, who spoke to the injured soldier while he was being treated, Mr Whittle said: “I didn’t even fire my weapon. I couldn’t see them.

“They just popped up from the tree line in front of me.”

Tony Reuben, a former lance corporal serving with Mr Whittle, broke down in tears as he recounted the attack.

He added: “I said to him ‘what did you see?’ He was just saying ‘I’m going to die, I’m going to die’.”

A post-mortem examination found the soldier was shot at least 12 times before he was airlifted to Camp Bastion where he was stabilised over three days.

Indeed, as you can see, despite then going on to attack the compound – which was subsequently “repelled” – no mention is made of the attackers being killed.

Karl was then flown to Camp Bastion and after 3 days there, it was decided that he was stable enough to be flown home:

He was transferred to Queen Elizabeth Hospital in Birmingham where his condition deteriorated until “further intervention was futile”.

He died on September 7, and Major Ashfield said his long battle to survive was “testament to his fitness and stamina”.

The pathologist’s report said Mr Whittle died from multiple organ failure, hypothermia and multiple gunshot wounds.

Coroner Maria Voisin concluded he had been unlawfully killed while on active service.

She added that his family had asked her to thank all the medics who attempted to save the young soldier.

Speaking outside the court, Karl’s mother Julie Cogzell, said: “The whole family, including his fiancé and daughter are incredibly proud of him.

“The fact that he survived for so long after being shot 12 times shows just how strong he was.” Source

Now, after surviving 3 weeks from bullet wounds, you would kind of expect the victim to survive in all fairness, wouldn’t you?

Indeed, given the circumstances, and his extraordinary closeness to Rigby in looks, I find Karl’s death a little too coincidental.

I mean, fuck me, Whittle even has a mole exactly where Rigby does on his face – albeit not as prominent – and exactly the same shaped ears which are noticeable because of their strange shape.

And things get even more odd when you lay Karl Whittles image over Rigbys.

Are you having that?

So, when you add together the drastic changes of appearance that Rigby has in different photos, along with his surname anomaly, whilst bearing in mind that every official photo released has been altered in some way and not forgetting the earlier testimonies from the army wife and soldier from Kent as well as Rigbys extremely strange ‘official’ army career, then you really have to wonder just what the fuck is going on.

Well, you do if you are a bit fucking slow.

Okay, lets do Becci.

You see, despite Rebecca Rigby pretending to cry at the first sign of a camera crew, Lee McClure never married Rebecca Metcalfe.

I therefore publicly accuse her too of defrauding the general public and obtaining money by deception.

That is two different fellas by the way.

One always wears the beret, the other fella never wears it.

Cameron is involved up to his neck in the fraud also.

This is Aimee’s friend Michael French.

Detective Chief Inspector Peter Sparks is up to his neck in it too.

And Lee’s friend Sean Sheer is the key between the Manchester Mob and the London mob.

EULOGY FOR FUSILIER LEE JAMES RIGBY

by
Sean Sheer

I first met Lee in 2008 when I was posted to his regiment, 2nd battalion The Royal Regiment of Fusiliers. My first impression of Lee was this man is the most annoying and campest person I have ever met. What kind of grown man turns up to work wearing a Westlife t-shirt and sings ‘A Whole New World’?

It is safe to say that I kept well away from Lee at work! But as time went by I soon realized that he wasn’t quite as annoying as I had first thought, he was worse! As time passed, and we annoyed each other more and more we made the decision that would haunt any married man… we let our wives meet! And so began the friendship between my wife Emma and Becky.

Lee and Becky were regular visitors to our home and we were to theirs. They came to my children’s birthday parties, and ‘Lee Lee’, as he was soon named by my eldest, was loved by them both. And he loved them back, but it just wasn’t the same as the love for your own child.

In September 2010 Jack James Rigby came crashing into Becky and Lee’s lives! And the love they both had was poured all over their little prince. Lee took to fatherhood instantly and was so proud to be a father. Everywhere Lee went, Jack would always be with him. Showing him off at every possible opportunity.

Lee loved nothing more than his family. And he would do anything for them. Such as drive 1000 miles to go get a cat from Germany.

Now when I say drive, Lee asked me if I would go with him, saying it was to break up the driving and keep him company. 6 tins of monster, 25 hours later and a brief visit to a few people in Germany we were back on England’s shores – and Lee was still yet to drive. Claiming he felt ‘poorly’! I wont say the words that went through my head, safe to say that there was a lot of swearing!
Lee’s time on this earth was tragically cut short, but the love he had for his wife Becky, his son Jack, his parents Lyn and Ian and his sisters Sara, Chelsea, Courtney and Amy will never fade. He was a loving husband and devoted father. Take care up there mate, we all love and miss you.