New Zealand Anti-Terror Raids : EXCLUSIVE VIDEO FOOTAGE!

Once again, Agent Gerbil has the scoopI think

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I live in Melbourne, Australia. I like anarchy. I don't like nazis. I enjoy eating pizza and drinking beer. I barrack for the greatest football team on Earth: Collingwood Magpies. The 2024 premiership's a cakewalk for the good old Collingwood.
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5 Responses to New Zealand Anti-Terror Raids : EXCLUSIVE VIDEO FOOTAGE!

  1. Please stand for the revisionist anthem of social facsism to the tune of I don’t like it:

    I don’t like it, when you turn my believes about.
    I don’t like it, when you vote Socialist Alliance out.
    My ideology has been murdered,
    my ideology has been murdered,
    my political writings murdered,
    my ideas just gone.
    I don’t like it, when you turn my believes about.
    I don’t like it, when you vote Socialist Alliance out.
    My ideology has been murdered,
    my ideology has been murdered,
    my political writings murdered,
    my ideas just gone.
    1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8, trot rubbish, left hate,
    1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8, trot rubbish, commie, feel the heat.
    I don’t like it, when railway lines are red,
    I don’t like it, when day becomes night.
    My ideology has been murdered,
    my ideology has been murdered,
    my political writings murdered,
    my ideas just gone.
    I don’t like it, no, no, no I don’t, never did,
    I don’t like it, and I don’t like anything.
    I don’t like it, no, no, no I don’t, nowhere near,
    I don’t like it, and I don’t like anything.
    Please explain,
    why can’t my blood be coloured red?
    I should talk to some medical doctors,
    capitalist blood, it’s just not right.
    I don’t like anything;
    I can’t do anything about it.
    But I like Trotsky,
    and I like the Revisionist scumbags,
    ‘cos I left my heart in Moscow.
    Yeah, Viva la Stalin,
    See the KGB spies go,
    Bullet threw one end of Trotsky’s head,
    out the other.
    Yeah, Viva la Stalin,
    See the KGB spies go,
    Bullet threw one end of Trotsky’s head,
    out the other.
    Get down; get down,
    down, down.
    I don’t like anything,
    except I like Leon Trotsky.
    Trotsky, Trotsky filth, Trotsky commune?
    Not a chance!
    Trotsky filth, Trotsky filth,
    out of my tree, out of my branch.
    I don’t like it, no, no, no I don’t, never did,
    I don’t like it, and I don’t like anything.
    I don’t like it, no, no, no I don’t, I don’t care,
    I don’t like it, I don’t like anything.
    I don’t like a puppet without strings,
    there’s a Muppet in the wings,
    and its saying anarchist things
    I won’t cop that, no way.
    Video killed the social fascist star,
    Scumbags wonders what you are,
    but there’s on the scrap heap too,
    bit of a downer.
    I don’t like anything;
    I can’t do anything about it.
    But I like Trotskyism,
    and I like the Revisionism,
    ‘cos I left my heart in Moscow.
    Yeah, Viva la Stalin,
    See the KGB spies go,
    Bullet threw one end of Trotsky’s head,
    out the other.
    Yeah, Viva la Stalin,
    See the KGB spies go,
    Bullet threw one end of Trotsky’s head,
    out the other.
    I don’t like it, no, no, no I don’t, never did,
    I don’t like it, and I don’t like anything.
    I don’t like it, no, no, no I don’t, I don’t care,
    I don’t like it, I don’t like anything.
    No, the whole thing is wrong and it stinks,
    and I don’t like it.

  2. Liam says:

    That’s to the tune of The Internationale right?

  3. Dr. Cam says:

    Sorry, Liam, it only scans for a couple of lines when you sing it like that.

  4. raz says:

    Back of the Y was the most realistic social commentary programme on NZ telly ever. Yeah. In their own words.

    “Phil Bruff had a dream. To make a New Zealand TV show that wasn’t complete shit. He failed… Miserably!!!”

    Their new movie looks great The Devil Dared Me To:

    Every kiwi lad dreams of greatness. But for little Randy Cambell, the dream is as big as the stunts his not-so-death-defying father died attempting. Young Randy Cambell yearns to be NZ’s greatest living stuntman, much to the chagrin of his aunt and uncle who understand that the petrol running in Randy’s veins is bound to ignite one day. Can the love of a one-legged female Evil Knievel save Randy and break his descendants’ long legacy of fiery and fatal confrontations with the grim reaper?

    All this from the guys who made Vaseline Warriors.

    Set in a post apocalyptic future where all women have been destroyed. The men fight over ripped up porno mags and vaseline.

    All is settled following the tragic explosion in the lubridome.

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