Craig Murray is a sexy man.
Let’s just state the obvious right off the bat. Half of those who meet him want to sleep with him, and the other half want to be him. This isn’t hyperbole. I’ve witnessed it. Up close and personal. Women don’t flirt with Craig. They throw themselves at him like they’re Tiger and he’s catnip in a wind tunnel. They lose control. They’re defenseless in his company. They can’t help it.
Craig’s sex appeal is so potent that the powers-that-be have to hide his mere existence from the public. Not because he’s political, or echoes nothing but truth in a world of lies, No. It’s because they’re fearful of the effect he has on the opposite sex. The general public just could not handle being exposed to such high levels of wit, intelligence and charisma – he’s a public health threat, to be honest.
Photos and videos of him are rare for a reason. They’ve been managed. Contained. Buried.
Case in point: our legendary Blackburn video – a cultural treasure, a historical artefact, Britain’s answer to the statue of David – was myseteriously scrubbed by Twitter and Youtube. Gone. Vanished. Disappeared faster than security video of Epstein’s cell.
It’s jealousy. Silicon Valley can’t handle or risk Craig Murray going viral.
Imagine the stampede. Imagine the chaos.
But here’s the good news, anarchists: I kept a copy.
And unlike some platforms, I’m not jealous of his sex appeal. I’m hoping he makes me look good just by being in his aura.
So here it is in all it’s glory. Try and control yourselves.
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