what really happened
sHardingham and co. make utter fools of themselves…again!
Olhuala.com has done some digging into the events that took place outside the Maldivian High Commission in UK on Monday. We have uncovered that the Friends of Maldives Press Release after their failed attempt to disrupt the President’s arrival in UK was nothing but a futile attempt to mask what was yet another embarrassment for these left-wing looneys funded by MDP.
First, contrary to claims in Dhivehi Observer and Minivan News, there were ONLY 6 people involved, and all they managed to do was to stand across the road from the High Commission with two banners. Big fucking deal! Any idiot can do that. Even passers-by did not give a hoot to these clowns, and they simply dispersed to the comfort of the nearest pub after about 20 minutes. They did come back that evening with more people – two more for that matter. Yet again, they were dispersed in less than half and hour.
Second, neither Hardingham nor any of his associates managed to get anywhere close to the President. Hardingham did try though, but the puny bastard was mauled by the brawny Scotland Yard Special Branch officers who were patrolling the street for the President’s security. He pleaded with them for nearly ten minutes, explaining to them that he was a very important man who was the head of the biggest tsunami donor to the Maldives. The security personnel simply shooed him away. The President of course entered the premises comfortably, and went about his business without paying any notice to these jokers.
So who were these people, and why were they there. Hardingham, born in South African, is the spoilt son of a Salisbury businesswoman. Doing odd-jobs at his mum’s fireplace store, Dingham’s Anti-Fire, Hardingham had a distressing time as a young man growing up in suburban London. He thought he was Peter Pan (notice the similarity to Micheal Jackson), and that he could fly! Living in his make-believe world of fast cars and sexy chicks, he cared little about his first-born child. Whenever his pathetic self was exposed for his incompetence (and impotency), he inflicted physical abuse on his poor child. He would apparently beat his toddler to a pulp in fits of rage – which he saw as a sign of manhood! The sick man’s negligence and abuse led to the child’s death, and ever since he has been in search of a new target to focus his anger and frustrations. A classmate of Anni, Hardingham was introduced to the Maldives and Anni and co.’s vicious plot to unseat Gayoom’s government and he found his true purpose in life. However and in spite of his close affiliation with the Catholic Church in Salisbury, Hardingham has experienced failure after failure.
Contestant number two – Sarah Mahir, the daughter of coup-plotter, bankrupt businessman and pedophile Lhohee Mahir. An illegitimate offspring about whom Mahir himself referred to as his ‘biggest mistake’ in his younger days, Sarah’s mother was a French nudist hippy who visited Vaadhoo nudist camp in the 70s. Sarah was actually dispatched to France at a very young age, because the boozing and partying Mahir could not be arsed caring for her. With no knowledge of the Maldives, its people, religion, culture or language for that matter, Sarah thinks that she is welcome in the Maldives and that her foreign roots and scarcely-clad body will result in local people looking up to her. High hopes bitch!
Introducing the Kerafaa/Masodi Naseem sisters – Amaanee and the younger bimbo. Living in South Kensington, London, on fodder provided by her father’s corruption and theft and her rich political activist aunt Moomina Haleem, they are the latest entrants into the MDP ‘my dad has been rejected by Gayoom for his incompetence’ club. With similar IQ levels as Sarah, these sluts have even less going for them – they are both butt ugly (though not in Susan Ibrahim Fulhu’s horror film creature category).
Then there were a couple of Brits, either picked up from among the Brixton garbage dumps or from the food ration line at the unemployment benefits office. Armed with cameras, these guys (and one woman ‘I think) didn’t know the difference between Anni and Che Guevara.
Oh I nearly forgot – there was Hardingham’s secretary Nicola Witt. A saggy-boobed fifty0-something with so much cosmetic makeup flies were attracted to her face, she is actually paid to suck Hardingham’s miniscule member.
So, there you go….you now know what an army Gayoom is against. These people cannot screw in a lightbulb correctly let alone overthrow a government. No wonder Hardingham’s lifestory should amply be named ‘My sorry sorry life’.
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