One of the internet's biggest neo-Nazi cranks, failed pub singer Les Seavor of Huyton, Liverpool, has announced the official start of World War III to the world, and as always, it is a "final conflict" between Aryans and Muslims. The grumpy retired fascist git who foams more than Mount Etna whenever tragedy strikes, has once again, whilst everybody else mourns, tried to capitalise upon human suffering in Paris, by single-handedly declaring war. He has dispatched official orders for the forthcoming yet miniscule EDL Reich to deport all Muslims and close all mosques before murdering them. Les Seavor AKA @ublocks needs serious help from a psychiatric professional.
That knock on the head he got with a full bottle of spirits lobbed on-stage while performing Elvis's Blue Suede Shoes out of tune, to one man and his dog at the Nag's Head, with a full bottle of spirits, seems to have left its mark on his psyche. An ex-public schoolboy pretending to be working class, the admirer of Oswald Mosley plucked up the cfourage to tweet the declaration of war to all of his 1488 Hitler-loving pals. Mister Seavor, of course, won't be the one doing the killing, once the anti-Muslim concentration camps have been built (in his dreams) because of his sciatica. He will leave that to the rest of the goons at #bluehand, hoping one of them will briefly switch off the computer, stock up on some poison, and get the job done.
A peculiar character on the best of days, Seavor is eccentric (in a bad way). He is very possibly a virgin despite his years, and carries a deep-rooted obsession against people with darker skins that even Nick Griffin failed to match. However, poor old Les. between his pitiful pub-singing disasters, has not been on a single fascist march, even though he qualifies for free nationwide travel with his UK bus pass. There are some pretty pitiful neo-nazis out there in Twitterland, but none as sad as poor old Leslie Seavor.