Yesterday I was reliably informed I’d made my first ever post regarding the 7/7 bombings. Considering I’m a Londoner through & through & my stint as a social media activist/writer now spans well over 4 years, I was quite taken aback. I retorted ‘you sure about that?’ The chap said ‘oh yes. I read all your stuff & this is the first time.’ So I pondered & I could not for the life of me recall one single 7/7 post. I thought how weird is that?

 

The quirks of Nature. Bear in mind I’m an avid 9/11 Truther. I’ve made 10 9/11 videos & posted countless articles on the subject, yet not a dickie bird on 7/7! What makes this all the more bizarre is I’ve a tale to tell that involves 7/7 & again, for some unbeknown reason, I’ve rarely ever mentioned it to anyone. What is it with this 7/7? Anyway, what better time. This is all true – no word of a lie.

 

It was election year in 2005. At the time I was drinking for the Munich beer festival & gambling like a lunatic in my card club. Once the card players left, it was a case of finding something else to bet on. I can never forget one night. Courtesy of Betfair, I’d gambled on every sport you could imagine. The last Japanese soccer match had ended. It was 5.30 in the morning & with more booze in my veins & arteries than blood, I was desperate to find another bet but it had to be one I could watch live.

 

There was but one event – a women’s volleyball match in Brazil! Can you believe that? Even though the available odds were a complete rip-off, embarrassing as it is to admit, I actually bet on the damn thing! Sad eh? The problem for me, being a chronic insomniac, the alternative of lying down to try & get some kip was & is positively repulsive. You see invariably when I do I can’t switch off. In fact my mind goes into overdrive.

 

So there I was one night, in a drunken stupor thinking about the upcoming election. Blair was massive odds on to win his 3rd term even though most Brits hated his guts. Thing is, Tory leader Michael Howard was so slimy he made a bed of eels look rough! No one wanted Dracula! Suddenly a thought crossed my mind. What if a terrorist attack occurred in London a week or two before the election? The only conclusion I could reach was there would be a reactionary vote against Blair.

 

So I checked out the odds & with a month to go, Labor were massive favorites. The Tories literally weren’t in the betting. I began placing bets on Betfair where I wanted to back the Tories at 10/1, 20/1, 50/1, 100/1, 200/1, 500/1 & 1000/1. As I stated earlier, Blair had been found out. He lied to go to war. Many Brits felt he was a war criminal. But how would Muslims feel? Such was their angst, the possibility of a terrorist attack to occur for the purpose of scuppering Blair’s impending election victory, no question was real. The more I thought about it, the more I felt this was indeed the case.

 

Each day I looked to see if any of my bets on Betfair were taken. A week past – nothing. Then, all of as sudden, I was on – the 10/1 had been laid. Then the 20/1 went. So did 50/1 & 100/1. Even the 500/1 was taken. I stood to win £35,000! Of course, the last thing I wanted was anyone to be killed but if it was going to happen……. & I thought there was every chance, I’d have been mortified if I hadn’t put my money where my mouth was……. But it didn’t happen. There was no terror attack. Blair won with an albeit severely reduced majority. I done my money. All along, I knew it was a bit of a punt.

 

IMAGINE WHAT I WAS THINKING AS REPORTS BEGAN TO EMERGE OF A ‘TERROR’ ATTACK IN LONDON? This was shortly after the election…..

 

HOW COULD THIS POSSIBLY BE? ARE THESE MUSLIMS COMPLETE & UTTER MORONS? WHY DO THIS NOW, SO SOON AFTER THE ELECTION? IT’S INCOMPREHENSIBLE! IT’S IMPOSSIBLE!

 

Even though I was livid, I knew straight away, what we were being told about the 7/7 attacks were lies. I didn’t need any damning evidence for it had to be a pack of lies. It could only be a pack of lies! Whichever way you look at this, there is no possible chance Muslims would carry out this attack in July………

BECAUSE IF THEY WERE GOING TO DO IT, IT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IN JUNE!

 

Soon after, I gave up gambling. I couldn’t take anymore. If I told you what happened with a Roger Federer bet I should have had, which cost me a whole lot more, you’d understand. It’s not that I haven’t got the time now. This story I can tell. Federer’s story will have to wait. I need to be in the right frame of mind to recount that bitch! But being totally honest, giving up gambling was a blessing in disguise, though, had I got my mitts on the 35 large, I guarantee, sparks would have flown! Thanks to Mark Fletcher for this absolutely superb video…..