the 15th of april , again happens to coincide with "easter" the "holy" weekend which is based on the crucification of Jesus Christ...
Part of that story is how he is wrongly accused ... nothing much has changed except the system has now media to do its dirty work and those behind it do not ever wash their hands of the blood..
THE UN is too weak and mostly influenced into doing what the USA want, EU full of fascists and liars too.
The UK serve an unelected Thatcher Clone and "Mad Boris" are just USA version 2.0b..
BUT,
despite the Tory government accepting the claims of the J4t96 campaign,...... no one has been brought to justice and nor will they, 28 years after, ..
Thatcher is dead, yeah we had a party!,,
the Scum journos go on...
the stadium officials ...and police walk freely and some even compensated for their "stress"
the ENGLISH FOOTBALL ASSOCIATION officials who chose the Leppings lane end for the massive Red support..not even brought to answer,...
the media have been FAKE since forever, people act as if this is new...
sponsors and propaganda influences , and reporters are simply bad.. or simply too weak to stand up for truth and Justice...
btw the face book, (fake book) fact checkers are themselves.... yes , FAKE!!
facebook.com/a.k.a.fakebook/
more at REdNET.Sclog
it was sunny this morning,,, but immediately i started posting about the 96, .... it started raining
Never give up on 96!
J4t96 = Justice for all!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tTDiyX3fEQs
" Police chief Duckenfield lied about the actions of Liverpool fans at Hillsborough, the victims of the disaster were dehumanised.
Tested for alcohol, regardless of age. Smeared as 'yobs', 'louts' and 'hooligans'. Presented as a homogenous feral mass – a lawless ticketless tribe.
We knew different. We always knew different. And now everyone knows different.
But now, 28 years on, and on every anniversary, we should remember the individuals. We talk of 'The 96'. But they are not just 'The 96'. They are mums and dads. Teenagers. A 10-year-old boy. A 67-year-old man. Sisters. Brothers. Colleagues. Mates.
People with plans. To get married. To have children. To start a new job.
Liverpool supporters, music fans and animal lovers. Craftsmen. Talented sportsmen. Potential writers. Would-be artists.
Every single person special to someone. A life wasted. A life taken away for no good reason.
Remember each one. Remember their story. Remember what happened. We know the truth, the truth is ours now. We want justice.
This is for each and every one. Just part of each of their stories. ield lied about the actions of Liverpool fans at Hillsborough, the victims of the disaster were dehumanised.
Tested for alcohol, regardless of age. Smeared as 'yobs', 'louts' and 'hooligans'. Presented as a homogenous feral mass – a lawless ticketless tribe.
We knew different. We always knew different. And now everyone knows different.
But now, 28 years on, and on every anniversary, we should remember the individuals. We talk of 'The 96'. But they are not just 'The 96'. They are mums and dads. Teenagers. A 10-year-old boy. A 67-year-old man. Sisters. Brothers. Colleagues. Mates.
People with plans. To get married. To have children. To start a new job.
Liverpool supporters, music fans and animal lovers. Craftsmen. Talented sportsmen. Potential writers. Would-be artists.
Every single person special to someone. A life wasted. A life taken away for no good reason.
Remember each one. Remember their story. Remember what happened. We know the truth, the truth is ours now. We want justice.
This is for each and every one. Just part of each of their stories. "
^
15th APRIL 1989
by S Lane
"Matchday is here ma" I wake and give a shout!,
She smiles at me gently as she quietly shuffles about!,
My woollen scarf around my neck, I put on my Liverpool top!,
My heart is jumping around with joy, I'm afraid it may well stop!,
The semi final countdown is on, how will our Redmen play!,
3 o clock is kick off time, please god let not delay!,
Merseyside's buzzing with excitement today, there's plenty of banter and chat!,
I've got to get going as quick as I can, I can't find my lucky red hat?,
I smile at my ma and give her a kiss as I pass by her at the door!,,
"I will be home by six I hope", I'll fill you in on the score,
"Be careful my darling" she cries after me, she's trying to make a fuss!,
I can't really stop to answer her plea, I've got to go catch my bus!,
The streets are awash with colour and sound, alive with red white and gold!,
While hats scarves and liverpool flags by local vendors are sold!,
Da would have loved to see all of this, he loved the buzz of a game!,
Since passing away the winter before, its never quite felt the same!,
We board our buses and take our seats, the famous Kopites on tour!,
We're Sheffield bound to back our boy's, God only knows what's in store!,
The craic on the journey is mighty indeed, such banter can never be wrong!,
Our supporters tell tales of away day exploits and sing our world famous song!,
The journey is quick, the spirits are high...we reach the ground in good cheer!,
The crowds are building up nicely by now as the bus driver tells us we're here!,
The cup Semi-finals back in the day was really hard to beat!,
Once we dismounted and got off the bus we move on up the street!,
The fans are all arriving by now, the build up is certainly great!,
No trouble or messing just banter galore as I meet up with my mate!,
The crowds are building around the turnstiles, I notice as I go!,
I need directions to our stand, a policeman surely will know!,
So many people about me by now I can barely keep tabs on my friend!,,
So I make my way down to take up my place at the famed Leppings Lane end!,,
It's still fairly early when I enter the Penn, I make my way down to the front!,
Should've went to the bookies outside and had myself a wee punt!,
Kick offs fast approaching now the supporters are still piling in!,
The atmosphere's tense, I feel it somehow, but we just want the game to begin ,
I'm struggling to locate my friend in the crowd, this doesn't make much sense!,
Who puts iron cages on stands and says they are a fence!,
I can't seem to move my arms about as the teams are all coming on!,
I try to cheer as loud as I can but my words they simply are gone!,
Something's terribly wrong I fear, I feel it in my chest,
My joy turns to horror as the pressure builds up, I'm simply doing my best!,
to move my body up or down or even left or right!,
Two young girls faces next to me fills my heart with fright!,
The games just kicking off by now but joy it can't be found!,
In the Leppings Lane end at Hillsborough, where strangely there is no sound!,,
The fences are straining and creaking by now, the screams are getting thick!,
I spot a young boy scared and alone, climbing must be the trick!,
With all I have left and struggling to breathe I lift the boy up high!,
He scrambles to safety up over the fence, thank God the young lad won't die!,
Stewards and supporters are quick to react, they rush in to give us aid!,
Supporters are dying all round me by now, clearly an error was made!,
I still can't move, I'm feeling quite weak.. now the pain is intense!,
But at least my fellow supporters have torn down that God awful fence!,
Finally the pain it eases for me, for this I surely am glad!,
A hand reaches out to help me out....i'm pleased to see my dad.....
NEVER FORGET
J4t86
" Police chief Duckenfield lied about the actions of Liverpool fans at Hillsborough, the victims of the disaster were dehumanised.
Tested for alcohol, regardless of age. Smeared as 'yobs', 'louts' and 'hooligans'. Presented as a homogenous feral mass – a lawless ticketless tribe.
We knew different. We always knew different. And now everyone knows different.
But now, 28 years on, and on every anniversary, we should remember the individuals. We talk of 'The 96'. But they are not just 'The 96'. They are mums and dads. Teenagers. A 10-year-old boy. A 67-year-old man. Sisters. Brothers. Colleagues. Mates.
People with plans. To get married. To have children. To start a new job.
Liverpool supporters, music fans and animal lovers. Craftsmen. Talented sportsmen. Potential writers. Would-be artists.
Every single person special to someone. A life wasted. A life taken away for no good reason.
Remember each one. Remember their story. Remember what happened. We know the truth, the truth is ours now. We want justice.
This is for each and every one. Just part of each of their stories. ield lied about the actions of Liverpool fans at Hillsborough, the victims of the disaster were dehumanised.
Tested for alcohol, regardless of age. Smeared as 'yobs', 'louts' and 'hooligans'. Presented as a homogenous feral mass – a lawless ticketless tribe.
We knew different. We always knew different. And now everyone knows different.
But now, 28 years on, and on every anniversary, we should remember the individuals. We talk of 'The 96'. But they are not just 'The 96'. They are mums and dads. Teenagers. A 10-year-old boy. A 67-year-old man. Sisters. Brothers. Colleagues. Mates.
People with plans. To get married. To have children. To start a new job.
Liverpool supporters, music fans and animal lovers. Craftsmen. Talented sportsmen. Potential writers. Would-be artists.
Every single person special to someone. A life wasted. A life taken away for no good reason.
Remember each one. Remember their story. Remember what happened. We know the truth, the truth is ours now. We want justice.
This is for each and every one. Just part of each of their stories. "
^
15th APRIL 1989
by S Lane
"Matchday is here ma" I wake and give a shout!,
She smiles at me gently as she quietly shuffles about!,
My woollen scarf around my neck, I put on my Liverpool top!,
My heart is jumping around with joy, I'm afraid it may well stop!,
The semi final countdown is on, how will our Redmen play!,
3 o clock is kick off time, please god let not delay!,
Merseyside's buzzing with excitement today, there's plenty of banter and chat!,
I've got to get going as quick as I can, I can't find my lucky red hat?,
I smile at my ma and give her a kiss as I pass by her at the door!,,
"I will be home by six I hope", I'll fill you in on the score,
"Be careful my darling" she cries after me, she's trying to make a fuss!,
I can't really stop to answer her plea, I've got to go catch my bus!,
The streets are awash with colour and sound, alive with red white and gold!,
While hats scarves and liverpool flags by local vendors are sold!,
Da would have loved to see all of this, he loved the buzz of a game!,
Since passing away the winter before, its never quite felt the same!,
We board our buses and take our seats, the famous Kopites on tour!,
We're Sheffield bound to back our boy's, God only knows what's in store!,
The craic on the journey is mighty indeed, such banter can never be wrong!,
Our supporters tell tales of away day exploits and sing our world famous song!,
The journey is quick, the spirits are high...we reach the ground in good cheer!,
The crowds are building up nicely by now as the bus driver tells us we're here!,
The cup Semi-finals back in the day was really hard to beat!,
Once we dismounted and got off the bus we move on up the street!,
The fans are all arriving by now, the build up is certainly great!,
No trouble or messing just banter galore as I meet up with my mate!,
The crowds are building around the turnstiles, I notice as I go!,
I need directions to our stand, a policeman surely will know!,
So many people about me by now I can barely keep tabs on my friend!,,
So I make my way down to take up my place at the famed Leppings Lane end!,,
It's still fairly early when I enter the Penn, I make my way down to the front!,
Should've went to the bookies outside and had myself a wee punt!,
Kick offs fast approaching now the supporters are still piling in!,
The atmosphere's tense, I feel it somehow, but we just want the game to begin ,
I'm struggling to locate my friend in the crowd, this doesn't make much sense!,
Who puts iron cages on stands and says they are a fence!,
I can't seem to move my arms about as the teams are all coming on!,
I try to cheer as loud as I can but my words they simply are gone!,
Something's terribly wrong I fear, I feel it in my chest,
My joy turns to horror as the pressure builds up, I'm simply doing my best!,
to move my body up or down or even left or right!,
Two young girls faces next to me fills my heart with fright!,
The games just kicking off by now but joy it can't be found!,
In the Leppings Lane end at Hillsborough, where strangely there is no sound!,,
The fences are straining and creaking by now, the screams are getting thick!,
I spot a young boy scared and alone, climbing must be the trick!,
With all I have left and struggling to breathe I lift the boy up high!,
He scrambles to safety up over the fence, thank God the young lad won't die!,
Stewards and supporters are quick to react, they rush in to give us aid!,
Supporters are dying all round me by now, clearly an error was made!,
I still can't move, I'm feeling quite weak.. now the pain is intense!,
But at least my fellow supporters have torn down that God awful fence!,
Finally the pain it eases for me, for this I surely am glad!,
A hand reaches out to help me out....i'm pleased to see my dad.....
NEVER FORGET
J4t86
Away fans , even 500 are louder than 50,000 lfc "fans" at Anfield..
