Daffney Unger dies aged 46 after concerning live stream – September 4th 2021
Daffney Unger has died aged 46.© Bang Showbiz Daffney Unger
The former WCW and TNA Wrestling star – who worked as an on-screen manager and in-ring competitor herself – has passed away after making concerning statements during an Instagram Live this week.
On Thursday (02.09.21), her friend Lexie Fyfe tweeted: “We are very sad to have to announce the passing of Shannon Spruill aka Daffney Unger.
Comment Western culture has done its best to confuse and destroy women as partners for men in family building. It’s a lower class thing orchestrated by the ruling elite – predatory class- who have carried on as usual, hypocritical as ever.
Women are being led to believe that power and fame is the way to happiness. The power they are supposed to gain comes from the men they used to work with. This is nuclear decay. All manner of rubbish will be used to explain this woman’s premature death.
No doubt female wrestling and boxing is about showing that modern women are not there to be messed with. Absolutely right. They are there to be messed up. R J Cook
Manchester Crime and Government Posted December 20th 2019
Before George and Robert Stephenson’s railway was extended to Manchester, the city- a mere village at the start of the Industrial Revolution, was far away from us southerners. The horrible lingering dampness of this place in the Pennines proved very suitable to the cotton spinning factories on which the revolution thrived.
After the Napoleonic Wars- when the landowning classes thrived thanks to the punitive corn laws, causing hunger and misery for the labouring classes- the self appointed hero of Waterloo, Wellington ,became Tory Prime Minister by choice of this elite.
The Duke of Wellinngton, whose home address was Number 1 , London, thought it fair to send the militia to shoot people protesting against high corn prices due to a ban on cheaper imports. That was the Peterloo Massacre at St Petersfields Manchester.
It was not just the Irish starving at the time, but they were brought over to keep labour costs low, and profits high. Manchester was the centre of all this, so important that a canal was eventually dug out to the Atlantic Port of Liverpool- the Manchester Ship Canal.
The first time I ever read the word Manchester was a six year old reading where my favourite Co-op fig roll biscuits were made. The Co-op started in Rochdale Lancashire, near Manchester, as a workers combine to ensure good cheap food rather than the expensive adulterated rubbish produced by the Capitalist classes for the lower orders.
The next time I heard of Manchester I was still a boy, watching the new soap opera ‘Coronation St’ set in a backstreet of Manchester terraced houses. I watched it at a friend’s birthday party in 1960. There were only three of us at the party, running out of amusements we sat down to watch it on a black and white TV.
My friend’s home was also in a terrace, so was mine. We also had a black and white TV. The set was big, the screen quite small. It as near our front room window, a window on the world and a window on the street, next to each other. The road was a main route to London, always busy. So was the pavement, bustling with busy body women, shrieking children and stoic men- their haven being the pub just up the road at the bottom of the school hill.
Much of life was black and white in those days. We all knew our place. The illusion of Britain’s Imperial greatness lurked like a wounded monster, caught on newsreels reporting in denial. Then came the illusion of the 1960s, places like Manchester were losing their terraces, high rise reservations for the surplus working classes grew like weeds from the rubble. Bright young northerner headed south for fame and fortune. And so we have what we have today.
It took me nearly four hour to get there in my truck limited to 55 mph for economy. A chunk of the motorway near Stafford wasis being converted to what they call SMART motorway, which means getting rid of the hard shoulder refuge. This was another great David Cameron idea to improve traffic flow on the cheap, to hell with actual safety.
Trucking through Manchester, I saw remnants of the old city, and gaudy emblems of the new. It is what it is. This is the Northern Powerhouse. The roads were noticeably quiet, making my job much easier. That is always a good thing for me. Job done, back I went, down to the not so sunny south where the rich folk, and my new Tory MP are pledged to block the HS2 rail project because they like having a nice view, peace, quiet, security etc, all paid for and provided at the expense of the low order masses. The spirit of Peterloo lives on in diverse Britain, which is about as diverse in reality as it was in the nineteenth century. Divide and rule is the key to successful crime and government. Robert Cook Search for:
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