The Daily Bale’s Steven Sodholmy Recently embarked on a trip around the United Kingdom in the Daily Bale News van to visit different areas of the county and identify towns that have been overrun with the Left-Wing disease.
Sodholmy’s Odyssey: picture of Steven
I have always been curious about the Left/Right divide that sprawls through this country but I wanted to see which towns and cities have been completely overrun with Left-Wing politically correct perverts and how the Left have destroyed these places.
My friend Barbara told me about a town in the south West of England called Glastonbury, apparently this town had been completely taken over by greasy dreadlock wielding left wing activists. It has been alleged that the town of Glastonbury is also a UAF stronghold as there is a recruiting station based there.
Glastonbury: vile hippy filled town in Somerset
Upon arriving in Glastonbury, I could smell the distinct fragrance of the drug known as cannabis. I’ve always known that Cannabis has been the popular drug of choice amongst lefties since 1966 and you can normally always identify vermin if they smell blatantly of the drug.
After parking up the van behind the historic ruins of Glastonbury abbey, I noticed a group of young white men with dreadlocks standing outside the entrance of the Abbey smoking to what me appeared to be a joint of cannabis. One of the dreadlock freaks had a t-shirt which read, “we’re blacks. Whites Asians and Jews” which reminded me of a song that the UAF sing at their protests.
Weirdos and perverts: Strange people are all over glastonbury
I realised that Glastonbury was a very ‘young’ town, everybody seemed to be under the age of 25 and out of education or work. it was clear to me at this moment that Glastonbury was a Town of uncivilised weirdos and perverts.
I was hungry so I headed towards a bakery in the centre of town called, “Bakers Joint”‘ upon entering the small bakery building I noticed that a statue of Lenin rested on top of the counter with the caption, “long live our glorious leader” etched into the stone that held the bust. The only food that was available in Bakers Joint was vegetarian Linda McCartney weirdo food, the type of food that should only be given to animals. I shook my head and walked out in utter disgust.
My next port of call was a clothing boutique next to the bakery, the store called “glastowear” had a cannabis leaf transfer stuck to the outside window and I could see a pro labour party leaflet celotaped under it.
As I walked Into the store, I noticed it smelt like decrepit old people, like somebody had died and pissed their pants as they fell. The sort of clothes on offer were baggy, loose fit clothing that encourage your trousers to fall down and bare ones buttocks to its fullest extent, Along with hoodies and other left-wing clothing, I noticed a series of UAF logo t-shirts that were being sold with a 10% discount on offer to anybody that holds a UAF loyalty card,
As I walked out of Glastowear, I noticed the same gang of dreadlock freaks walking by the Window, It was at this moment that I decided to follow them from a distance down the glastonbury highstreet.
More weirdos: they litter this town and hang around like a bad smell.
As I cautiously followed from behind, I watched as the dreadlock gang openly spat on the floor and cussed at old people who were walking by, these were truly Terrible people. After about five minutes of following the gang, they led me down an alleyway at the bottom end of town. The alleyway which was protected by a large black Gate was the entrance to a dark deep world, I decided to penetrate the hole further and push Into enemy heartland.
Down the alleyway was a UAF recruitment office, the dreadlock gang had been operating directly out of this hellish building where unforgivable acts of betrayal and anti-British plots are planned. I decided at this point to head back down the alleyway and continue with the odyssey.
Just outside of Glastonbury I had noticed a large mound, sticking up from a field with a large erected building, standing on top. The local residents of Glastonbury informed me that this is what they called “The Tor”. With great anticipation and a hellish climb ahead, I decided to investigate the Glastonbury Tor,
The climb up the mound was scrotally painful, I had to stop off on 20 separate occasions to catch my breath and have a cigarette break so I could restore nicotine levels. After a long 40 minute climb, I reached the summit of Glastonbury Tor and peered out across the vast plains in front of me.
Scratched into the historic tower that stood proudly ontop of the mound was a load of communist, Left-Wing symbolism so it was clear that the building had been used for satanic leftist rituals in centuries gone by. Dissatisfied by findings, I headed back down the mound at one point being chased by a flock of possessed goats.
In conclusion, Glastonbury is a vile little town filled with Left-Wing perverts and anti-British overtones. My time there was truly terrible and this is not a town I intend on returning to anytime soon. It is clearly a UAF stronghold and after wading through the stench of sickening leftist perverts and Linda McCartney food, you will feel utterly Ill and void of any human emotion.