Treason May hit by faecal maelstrom

Today finds Robin Hood on a sunny hillside in the South of England,  not far from Lyth Hill.  His physical being is located down in the lower half of the country where he is dealing with important ‘business’, but his heart, he says, is still very much back with the Merrie Men and Women in the north, the homeland of his campaigns to save the lands of the peasantry, and drive away all the threats to the Forest.

The Sheriff of Nottingham has declared that the mercenary army being deployed known as ISAG can invade the peaceful lands at Misson Springs without paying heed to the former condition his Councillors made, of not disturbing the rare species of birds which at this time of year are nesting alongside the intended battle zone.

The Sheriff can already visualise the gold he needs to settle his debts which are ballooning out of control as his earlier catastrophic mistakes come home to roost – and the lies he told, when he invested in Carryo’Lyin and Crapita.   He cares nothing for rare species of bird and their chicks in springtime.  He wants yellow metal, and has no problem with destroying the people of Nottingham, of Lincoln and York, along with their lands, fauna and flora.

If this ISAG goes ahead and ignores the condition of the councillors to save the rare birds, Robin Hood says a faecal maelstrom will be released upon their heads.

The financial catastrophe the Sheriff and his cronies have unleashed by lying to shareholders over Carryo’Lyin’ and Crapita, falsifying claims as to assets, and debts, is unfolding.   The Merrie Men and Women are ready to bring yet more of these false corporations built on lies, crashing to the ground.  The manure will indeed be impacting the winnow.

The Merrie Men are indeed thronging every day in bigger and bigger numbers to Kirby Misperton in North Yorkshire, to Misson Springs in North Nottinghamshire, and to Preston New Rd in Lancashire to stand against the army of yellow bellies sent in by the Sheriff.  They intend to see the king’s ministers’ money-making schemes collapse like a row of dominoes, until the First Lord Of The Treasury, Treason May, withdraws the mercenaries from the woodlands and forests, and informs the Sheriffs of the realm that she no longer backs the destruction of the kingdom in exchange for gold – a strange trade from the onset, now clearly a serious error of judgment which her reputation will not survive.

As Robin Hood says, we’re today trading up from gas to shit, while the fabric of the government starts to disintegrate.   The former Minister Paterson who began the frack, is lying in hospital his back broken by a fall from his horse.   Perhaps now he can dwell on his misfortune, in contemplation start to see the error of his ways, and repent.  Maybe he can turn May away from her Treason against the people of the North of England.