Monday, 27 August 2012

The Mask of Anarchy.

Written on the occasion of the massacre carried out by the British Government 
at Peterloo, Manchester 1819 - Percy Bysshe Shelley 

As I lay asleep in Italy
There came a voice from over the Sea,
And with great power it forth led me
To walk in the visions of Poesy.

I met Murder on the way -
He had a mask like Castlereagh -
Very smooth he looked, yet grim;
Seven blood-hounds followed him:

All were fat; and well they might
Be in admirable plight,
For one by one, and two by two,
He tossed the human hearts to chew
Which from his wide cloak he drew.

Next came Fraud, and he had on,
Like Eldon, an ermined gown;
His big tears, for he wept well,
Turned to mill-stones as they fell.

And the little children, who
Round his feet played to and fro,
Thinking every tear a gem,
Had their brains knocked out by them.

Clothed with the Bible, as with light,
And the shadows of the night,
Like Sidmouth, next, Hypocrisy
On a crocodile rode by.

And many more Destructions played
In this ghastly masquerade,
All disguised, even to the eyes,
Like Bishops, lawyers, peers, or spies.

Last came Anarchy: he rode
On a white horse, splashed with blood;
He was pale even to the lips,
Like Death in the Apocalypse.

And he wore a kingly crown;
And in his grasp a sceptre shone;
On his brow this mark I saw -

With a pace stately and fast,
Over English land he passed,
Trampling to a mire of blood
The adoring multitude.

And a mighty troop around,
With their trampling shook the ground,
Waving each a bloody sword,
For the service of their Lord.

And with glorious triumph, they
Rode through England proud and gay,
Drunk as with intoxication
Of the wine of desolation.

O'er fields and towns, from sea to sea,
Passed the Pageant swift and free,
Tearing up, and trampling down;
Till they came to London town.

And each dweller, panic-stricken,
Felt his heart with terror sicken
Hearing the tempestuous cry
Of the triumph of Anarchy.

For with pomp to meet him came,
Clothed in arms like blood and flame,
The hired murderers, who did sing
'Thou art God, and Law, and King.

'We have waited, weak and lone
For thy coming, Mighty One!
Our Purses are empty, our swords are cold,
Give us glory, and blood, and gold.'

Lawyers and priests, a motley crowd,
To the earth their pale brows bowed;
Like a bad prayer not over loud,
Whispering - 'Thou art Law and God.' -

Then all cried with one accord,
'Thou art King, and God and Lord;
Anarchy, to thee we bow,
Be thy name made holy now!'

And Anarchy, the skeleton,
Bowed and grinned to every one,
As well as if his education
Had cost ten millions to the nation.

For he knew the Palaces
Of our Kings were rightly his;
His the sceptre, crown and globe,
And the gold-inwoven robe.

So he sent his slaves before
To seize upon the Bank and Tower,
And was proceeding with intent
To meet his pensioned Parliament

When one fled past, a maniac maid,
And her name was Hope, she said:
But she looked more like Despair,
And she cried out in the air:

'My father Time is weak and gray
With waiting for a better day;
See how idiot-like he stands,
Fumbling with his palsied hands!

He has had child after child,
And the dust of death is piled
Over every one but me -
Misery, oh, Misery!'

Then she lay down in the street,
Right before the horses' feet,
Expecting, with a patient eye,
Murder, Fraud, and Anarchy.

When between her and her foes
A mist, a light, an image rose,
Small at first, and weak, and frail
Like the vapour of a vale:

Till as clouds grow on the blast,
Like tower-crowned giants striding fast,
And glare with lightnings as they fly,
And speak in thunder to the sky,

It grew - a Shape arrayed in mail
Brighter than the viper's scale,
And upborne on wings whose grain
Was as the light of sunny rain.

On its helm, seen far away,
A planet, like the Morning's, lay;
And those plumes its light rained through
Like a shower of crimson dew.

With step as soft as wind it passed
O'er the heads of men - so fast
That they knew the presence there,
And looked, - but all was empty air.

As flowers beneath May's footstep waken,
As stars from Night's loose hair are shaken,
As waves arise when loud winds call,
Thoughts sprung where'er that step did fall.

And the prostrate multitude
Looked - and ankle-deep in blood,
Hope, that maiden most serene,
Was walking with a quiet mien:

And Anarchy, the ghastly birth,
Lay dead earth upon the earth;
The Horse of Death tameless as wind
Fled, and with his hoofs did grind
To dust the murderers thronged behind.

A rushing light of clouds and splendour,
A sense awakening and yet tender
Was heard and felt - and at its close
These words of joy and fear arose

As if their own indignant Earth
Which gave the sons of England birth
Had felt their blood upon her brow,
And shuddering with a mother's throe

Had turned every drop of blood
By which her face had been bedewed
To an accent unwithstood, -
As if her heart had cried aloud:

'Men of England, heirs of Glory,
Heroes of unwritten story,
Nurslings of one mighty Mother,
Hopes of her, and one another;

'Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number,
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you -
Ye are many - they are few.

'What is Freedom? - ye can tell
That which slavery is, too well -
For its very name has grown
To an echo of your own.

'Tis to work and have such pay
As just keeps life from day to day
In your limbs, as in a cell
For the tyrants' use to dwell,

'So that ye for them are made
Loom, and plough, and sword, and spade,
With or without your own will bent
To their defence and nourishment.

'Tis to see your children weak
With their mothers pine and peak,
When the winter winds are bleak, -
They are dying whilst I speak.

'Tis to hunger for such diet
As the rich man in his riot
Casts to the fat dogs that lie
Surfeiting beneath his eye;

'Tis to let the Ghost of Gold
Take from Toil a thousandfold
More that e'er its substance could
In the tyrannies of old.

'Paper coin - that forgery
Of the title-deeds, which ye
Hold to something of the worth
Of the inheritance of Earth.

'Tis to be a slave in soul
And to hold no strong control
Over your own wills, but be
All that others make of ye.

'And at length when ye complain
With a murmur weak and vain
'Tis to see the Tyrant's crew
Ride over your wives and you -
Blood is on the grass like dew.

'Then it is to feel revenge
Fiercely thirsting to exchange
Blood for blood - and wrong for wrong -
Do not thus when ye are strong.

'Birds find rest, in narrow nest
When weary of their wingèd quest
Beasts find fare, in woody lair
When storm and snow are in the air.

'Asses, swine, have litter spread
And with fitting food are fed;
All things have a home but one -
Thou, Oh, Englishman, hast none!

'This is slavery - savage men
Or wild beasts within a den
Would endure not as ye do -
But such ills they never knew.

'What art thou Freedom? O! could slaves
Answer from their living graves
This demand - tyrants would flee
Like a dream's dim imagery:

'Thou art not, as impostors say,
A shadow soon to pass away,
A superstition, and a name
Echoing from the cave of Fame.

'For the labourer thou art bread,
And a comely table spread
From his daily labour come
In a neat and happy home.

'Thou art clothes, and fire, and food
For the trampled multitude -
No - in countries that are free
Such starvation cannot be
As in England now we see.

'To the rich thou art a check,
When his foot is on the neck
Of his victim, thou dost make
That he treads upon a snake.

'Thou art Justice - ne'er for gold
May thy righteous laws be sold
As laws are in England - thou
Shield'st alike the high and low.

'Thou art Wisdom - Freemen never
Dream that God will damn for ever
All who think those things untrue
Of which Priests make such ado.

'Thou art Peace - never by thee
Would blood and treasure wasted be
As tyrants wasted them, when all
Leagued to quench thy flame in Gaul.

'What if English toil and blood
Was poured forth, even as a flood?
It availed, Oh, Liberty,
To dim, but not extinguish thee.

'Thou art Love - the rich have kissed
Thy feet, and like him following Christ,
Give their substance to the free
And through the rough world follow thee,

'Or turn their wealth to arms, and make
War for thy belovèd sake
On wealth, and war, and fraud - whence they
Drew the power which is their prey.

'Science, Poetry, and Thought
Are thy lamps; they make the lot
Of the dwellers in a cot
So serene, they curse it not.

'Spirit, Patience, Gentleness,
All that can adorn and bless
Art thou - let deeds, not words, express
Thine exceeding loveliness.

'Let a great Assembly be
Of the fearless and the free
On some spot of English ground
Where the plains stretch wide around.

'Let the blue sky overhead,
The green earth on which ye tread,
All that must eternal be
Witness the solemnity.

'From the corners uttermost
Of the bounds of English coast;
From every hut, village, and town
Where those who live and suffer moan,

'From the workhouse and the prison
Where pale as corpses newly risen,
Women, children, young and old
Groan for pain, and weep for cold -

'From the haunts of daily life
Where is waged the daily strife
With common wants and common cares
Which sows the human heart with tares -

'Lastly from the palaces
Where the murmur of distress
Echoes, like the distant sound
Of a wind alive around

'Those prison halls of wealth and fashion,
Where some few feel such compassion
For those who groan, and toil, and wail
As must make their brethren pale -

'Ye who suffer woes untold,
Or to feel, or to behold
Your lost country bought and sold
With a price of blood and gold -

'Let a vast assembly be,
And with great solemnity
Declare with measured words that ye
Are, as God has made ye, free -

'Be your strong and simple words
Keen to wound as sharpened swords,
And wide as targes let them be,
With their shade to cover ye.

'Let the tyrants pour around
With a quick and startling sound,
Like the loosening of a sea,
Troops of armed emblazonry.

Let the charged artillery drive
Till the dead air seems alive
With the clash of clanging wheels,
And the tramp of horses' heels.

'Let the fixèd bayonet
Gleam with sharp desire to wet
Its bright point in English blood
Looking keen as one for food.

'Let the horsemen's scimitars
Wheel and flash, like sphereless stars
Thirsting to eclipse their burning
In a sea of death and mourning.

'Stand ye calm and resolute,
Like a forest close and mute,
With folded arms and looks which are
Weapons of unvanquished war,

'And let Panic, who outspeeds
The career of armèd steeds
Pass, a disregarded shade
Through your phalanx undismayed.

'Let the laws of your own land,
Good or ill, between ye stand
Hand to hand, and foot to foot,
Arbiters of the dispute,

'The old laws of England - they
Whose reverend heads with age are gray,
Children of a wiser day;
And whose solemn voice must be
Thine own echo - Liberty!

'On those who first should violate
Such sacred heralds in their state
Rest the blood that must ensue,
And it will not rest on you.

'And if then the tyrants dare
Let them ride among you there,
Slash, and stab, and maim, and hew, -
What they like, that let them do.

'With folded arms and steady eyes,
And little fear, and less surprise,
Look upon them as they slay
Till their rage has died away.

'Then they will return with shame
To the place from which they came,
And the blood thus shed will speak
In hot blushes on their cheek.

'Every woman in the land
Will point at them as they stand -
They will hardly dare to greet
Their acquaintance in the street.

'And the bold, true warriors
Who have hugged Danger in wars
Will turn to those who would be free,
Ashamed of such base company.

'And that slaughter to the Nation
Shall steam up like inspiration,
Eloquent, oracular;
A volcano heard afar.

'And these words shall then become
Like Oppression's thundered doom
Ringing through each heart and brain,
Heard again - again - again -

'Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number -
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you -
Ye are many - they are few.'

Sunday, 26 August 2012

The Titan.

His light will walk forever across the firmament of mankind's imagination. The stars are dimmed, the sun's gone out, and the moon? It sits their smiling down upon us as we mere mortals are bathed forever in his reflected glory, knowing that he once walked upon its face, a Titan in a Sea of Tranquillity.

And there eternal his footprint remains, the ultimate mark of his passing; for no man hath a greater tombstone then he who once looked up into the sky and saw the Earth beneath his outstretched hand and understood how very small we truly are.

Let all men stand and remember him who once, for a brief moment, saw the face of God.

In respectful memory of Astronaut Neil A. Armstrong 1930 – 2012 AD 

Saturday, 25 August 2012

What is a Sociopath?

A Sociopath is often a smooth talking likeable individual with an easy going outward Charm which hides their true manipulative nature.

Such people are always self-serving and never recognize the rights, needs, and desires of others.

They often appear to be charming with a easy charisma yet are secretly aggressive and domineering. They see people as mere instruments to be used, and they always humiliate their victims and enjoy the sense of power this designed humiliation of others gives them. It is their greatest stimulus.

They are often pompous and high-handed and are always full of arrogance. Their self image is such that they feel a sense of entitlement and believe utterly that the world must bow to their caprice and whimsy. They are [in their minds] better than everybody else and thus everybody else must service their need or be cast aside as mere detritus.

Another disturbing character trait of a Sociopath is their ability lie with a cool and calculating tongue. They are in fact pathological liars and cannot go long without spinning about them a web of lies and thin tissue of excuses for their degenerate behaviour and, [until the collapse of this web], they are always extremely convincing to even the most discerning listener. The Sociopath sees other people only as a target or an opportunity. They do not have friends, instead they have co-conspirators and most of these eventually end up as victims themselves. To such individuals the end always justifies the means and nothing, not decency, not cultural taboo, or even reason, may long stand in the way of their desires.

They are the masters of hiding in the open.

Often outraged by inconsequential matters they remain yet unmoved and cold by things that would distress a normal person. They can fly into a rage over the smallest of insults to their superficial honour, which like every other emotion is a false front practiced and manufactured to hide their true nature. All emotions of compassion, happiness, love and kindness are feigned and are dished up to the world to serve an ulterior motivation, and that motivation is always ‘power over others’.

They do not do real love, they do lust. They live on the edge of our cultural decency and verbal outbursts and physical punishments are normal behaviour for such people. They are utterly incapable of empathizing with the pain of their victims, and having only contempt for other people’s feelings of anguish, they readily taking advantage of them; and, because they are not concerned about wrecking the lives and dreams of others and remaining oblivious or indifferent to the devastation they cause, they never accept any blame for their actions. To them the end result is all.

All this makes them the ideal criminal who can change his reality as needed to avoid a true examination of their character, which by the by, is the only thing they fear.

Corruption is an alien word to them, backroom deals and illegal activities that would shock the rest of the world are a normal daily process, a thing to be done as readily as you and I might breathe in and out.

They have only three true emotions ‘Rage’ ‘Fear’ and ‘Hate’, and remember this above all things. They will promise you the Earth, but when the smoke clears you will be left only [if you are lucky and pose them no threat] with your life.

This then is a Sociopath; and about now I am certain you are thinking ‘But that reminds me of”... and you are right, they are.

Taken and paraphrased from and placed here to aid my twitter followers who were asking what a sociopath was.

Friday, 24 August 2012


They say ‘a man can judge his worth by the calibre of his enemies’. If correct then Julian Assange must be one of the most dangerous men in modern times.

The forces that are reined against him are vast. The American Government, the Swedish Government, the British Government to name but a few. But it's not just these differing but oh so much the same Governments and their bottomless pit of gold that he is up against, it is also the vast media corporation and their blatantly criminal owners, and if that was not bad enough he had also to face what I think is the worst of all enemies to challenge, ‘your apathy’.

There are oh so few true heroes in the world and when one comes along we should celebrate them, fete them for doing the things others cannot or are too frightened to do.

Olympians are not heroes. Footballers are not heroes. Some asshole in Hello magazine being paid a million dollars to let parasites take pictures of their celebrity wedding are not fucking heroes, but Julian Assange is.

A man of his intellect must have known the trouble he was in almost instantly the moment he saw the first of the wiki leaks data. Knowing the world and how it works he must have quickly realised the depths of shit that he was now walking in and what the probably outcome was likely to be? It must have been a sobering moment.

But right then the character of the man emerged. Most folks in that situation might have [and quite justifiably] thought to rid themselves of the pernicious truths in front of their eyes and retire back into semi obscurity, hoping ever that the eyes of the powerful somehow, miraculously, might overlook him. He might well have thought ‘better a turncoat than a dead journalist’ and handed all of the wiki data over and sold everybody down the river in the hopes of saving himself.

But he didn’t.

It is admirable that he went with the old journalist dictum ‘publish and be damned’ because the risk he took in doing so was enormous. Other whistleblowers regularly end up dead in a field having committed suicide or simply gone missing. Others have had dreadful accidents in brand new cars with failing brakes, or... etcetera et al. But you get the point.

The powerful of this world do not scruple to murder when it suits them, and so it was a brave decision by Julian to publish and be damned.

But then a funny thing happened. They made a mistake, they missed their opportunity to kill him and make it just another accidental death or unfortunate suicide in a long list of untimely deaths. It was an error I am sure they are regretting even now for soon enough the excrement and the spinning object on the ceiling connected and it was dispersing their criminality across the world by this thing they hate the most, ‘the internet’.

People knew. They knew his name, they knew who he was and what he was doing, and to whom he was doing it to so they could no longer just kill him. He was a suddenly a worldwide phenomena, a glimmering star in their firmament of putrid dross and killing him would have been a fucking disaster for the powerful.  I can imagine a flash message going around the world from CIA headquarters reading something like... Flash Message. Priority - “ASSANGE UNTOUCHABLE” Message ends.

A bit of fancy I know but it amuses me to think it even possible that they sat their frustrated, stewing in anger at not being able to do what they USUALLY do with troublesome private citizens. I doubt very much it amuses Julian Assange though. For him it is a world of shit, a world in which he will forever have to look over his shoulder.

The Rape charges these collaborating pigs in Sweden have levelled against him are a measure of the Americans hatred of him and to what lengths their insidious influence spreads. It is a clever ploy by the Yanks to get a third party to attack Assange with such a charge of sexual misconduct. Rape is one of those awful things that even a mention of it muddies the water of reality and it has created for them an opportunity to get at him without us the public putting up too much resistance against their malevolent and utterly malicious practices of lies and deception. This is the apathy I spoke of earlier.

They are going to put Mister Assange in a dark hole forever. He will be tortured on a daily basis and slowly [but not too slowly] they will break him down and everything and everybody connected with the wiki leaks will be exposed. [I imagine Bradley Manning will be able to hear his screams from his adjoining cell].

Mister Assange, I am certain has moments of regret, and I am sure at times he has moments of fear; [it is the waiting that gets to you not the fight itself]. But I hope he also has moments of satisfaction and understands that some of us out here recognise and honour the risks he took and that our thoughts and wishes go with him because I suspect he will need that comfort where he is going.

In the meanwhile you go back and watch the aptly named Big Brother, sit on your fat apathetic arse and let the government screw you some more. Olympians are not heroes, footballers are not heroes, celebrities are not heroes, and neither are you.

But like Julian Assange, you can choose to be one if you want?

Wednesday, 22 August 2012

Viva The Republic.

The Queen is basically a thief, descended from a long line of bandits.

Let me be clear; The Queen has no money of her own; it was all misappropriated from the poor.

All of it.

Not one pound, not one shilling, not one pence did she earn through the merit of hard labour. Not a farthing was earned in bitter toil by her ancestors, [unless you count mass murder]. Everything she has was taken by force of arms, and Laws designed to favour her forefather’s brutal regimes from the ordinary men and women of this land.

That said, by all accounts the person of Elizabeth is a smart savvy nice sort who you probably think does not deserve to be disparaged by the likes of me. And certainly I would not normally launch an attack of any kind against an octogenarian, but sometimes a truth needs to be stated clearly even at the risk of offending an old granny.

No rich man ever got rich by himself. This nation was not built by the landed gentry it was built by the pit worker, the farmer, the labourer, the ship builder, the road sweeper, the refuse collectors, the sewage workers, and the factory employee. This idea that these noble lords and ladies are in fact splendid figures of righteous nobility who have been placed over us by God with a divine privilege and entitlement to rule us, is, for want of a better word; bollocks.

They are where they are through the use of brutality torture and murder, and it is a theme repeated again and again in human history. The industrialists got rich by exploiting the ordinary man and woman, as it is with business so it is with all other exploiters throughout the past. The Tory Elite are where they are because like so many others they are the epitome of extreme exploitation.

This is the world we live in, this is the world you allow, and we have to do better.

We need a constitution, we need a bill of rights; we need true Democracy.

Viva The Republic.

Monday, 20 August 2012

The coming war...

“What most folks have a hard time understanding, what they simply cannot grasp, is the depths of depravity to which The Adversary will stoop.

These people are not human in the sense of you and me, they are monsters. And I am not talking about the torture of a few hundred brown skinned people, I am not talking about the murder of a few whistleblowers and journalists. These are things that they have done regularly as a matter of policy and are merely the routine of their misanthropic rule.

No, I am talking about the collateral damage of thousands dead in an industrial accident that they could have prevented if they but cared a jot about their workers. I am talking about the Millions dead in their brutal wars based on lies and slaughtered for nothing more than profit for the super elite who make billions from these inhumane conflicts. I am talking about the death of a child every 4.6 seconds in their most vicious war, that of deliberate privation of billions of human beings who live quite literally from dawn till dusk hoping against all the odds that they will survive long enough to see another sunset.

You avert your eyes and pretend that there are no monsters but they are everywhere evident in the actions and words of those who rule us. They are in the napalm that indiscriminately burns the flesh off children. They are in the wallet of the fat cat who condemns the workers for being lazy idlers but who refuses to pay his taxes thus denying your children the chance of an education. They are in the cold calculating minds of every politician who puts his personal advancements over the welfare of the nation.

These then are the monsters. These are the ones who love their money more than their fellow man, these are the ones who would see the world burn rather than let you be free of their mendacious rule, these are the true destroyers, the mass murderers, and the shadow that lies like a blanket of evil over us all and imperils the entire Earth in the name of their God ‘Profit’.

And none of you are willing to speak of it, so you make up your fantasy about how conspiracy theorists are all mad as hatters and go on with your lives thinking and hoping that it isn’t really as bad as all that is it?

Delusions are the mirage of your own fears,

You think the enemy are like you but you are wrong; you cannot begin to imagine the malevolence in their hearts. What matter if your sons die screaming in some pointless conflict? What do they care if you children spend their whole lives in relentless toil, never reaching their potential?

It matters not to them, you are nothing but chattel, curs to be whipped into shape and made to obey their mastery; mere cattle to be exploited until all the life within you is used up and then you are to be cast away with no care for your old age or infirmity. They care not a jot if a billion die in their industrial wars, what matter to them if some poor slob lies dying in the dust of a foreign desert with his intestines spilled out across the sand? As long as they profit from your deaths all is well in their world. You are their slave, they are your masters, and this is their world.

Almost a hundred years ago the Elite through crass stupidity caused a global conflict, a conflict that they were forewarned about but did nothing to stem. From that terrible war they learned exactly what the true meaning of power was and what it means to be masters of the world. Now as the hundredth anniversary of that catastrophe nears us the same elite are engineering another global conflict, only this time it is more keenly crafted, more precisely contrived, more brutally evil, because this time it is done on purpose with a purpose.

A war of unimaginable terror is coming to a suburb near you and billions will die in it, and you are asleep. You think it’s all a game, a simple swindle of political manoeuvrings of the right versus the left, but it isn't.

You avert your eyes and pretend that there are no monsters. you tell your children "There are no monsters under the bed", but in your heart of hearts you know that is not true, it is just something parents say to calm the nightmares of a child's troubled sleep, and thus do you avert your eyes and pretend.

But the truth remains for there are monsters in the world, demons of the nether scape, devils who walks upright and look like men. They are barely human these enemies, they smile and offer platitudes, they swear false oaths that they care for you and will protect your children’s futures. But when the night sets in and you put your children to bed you know for certain that the demons are still hovering just beyond the shadows of your fragile homes, waiting to take your joy and turn them into malleable slaves to be used up in the cauldrons of their misanthropy.

I tell you now, when the monsters come for your children it will be too late to fight them, you will be all alone. The time for resistance to this global empire of the elite is now and what happens next is up to you.

Good luck.

Kanjin Tor

Sunday, 19 August 2012


You simply have got to admire the brain who thought this up.

The Government needs money, so instead of creating it [they are the government after all] they ask a Banker for a Loan! [Talk about getting off to a bad start]
But the Banker has no money; so what do the Bankers do? Well they seize the moment is what they do. They imagine up out of thin air huge, almost measureless sums of money which they can digitally lend to the Government.

Honestly this is what they do; they stretch out their wretched claws and from the ether create an unlimited fund of money that has no basis in reality, no gold to back it up, no silver or property or indeed any assets of any kind, and then these Bankers loan this fantasy made up money to the governments of the world and sets about charging them exorbitant interest rates for the privilege of spending money that does not exist on things that they know will not help anybody save themselves. And who do the governments of the world have to tax to pay back the loan on this imaginary money?

That’s right you guessed it - us. It is the poor of the world who are to be taxed into penury to pay back this nonexistent money; it is the poor [who by the by really are poor and are not at all imagining they are hard-up] who suffer. But its okay - I mean - the politicians will help us right?

Wrong; instead of helping us [their fellow citizens whom it is their sworn duty to serve and aid] these criminals – sorry I mean politicians, say that any who might need benefits’ because of their mismanagement of the world’s economies, are lazy good for nothing scroungers, parasites who deserve what happens to them when the legislator makes cutbacks.

In truth the essence of their stance is ‘that we ‘the people’ are little more than cattle who are allowed to live in order to service their needs. Further more, anybody refusing to buckle under and do their bidding for next to zero pay are vile low creatures that want something for nothing and should be cleansed from society’.

And so I say to you ladies and gentlemen, that it is we ‘the normal decent people’ - who have so little to spare in the first place, who always foot the bill for their governmental stupidity, and it is always the poorest percentage of the populace that has to recover this non-existent money via the blood sweat toil and tears of their own hard work, to repay these wholly fictional debts for the politicians and bankers gross incompetence and [or as now appears more likely] outright complicity in the greatest criminal scam of all time.

But there’s more; to pay back the imaginary interest on this fictional money that did not and never will exist - you and I have to work longer and harder, risking more and more to get a smaller and smaller reward for all our hard labours while the Bankers and Politicians get immensely richer all the while castigating us when we express any opinion contrary to their own about ‘what is and is not fair’. [By castigate I mean of course – use violence against their own citizens who are voicing concerns and outrage at their criminal acts]

And what have the Bankers done to earn these vast monetary rewards you ask?

The answer is ‘Nothing’.

All they did was to create out of nothing a sum of money that never existed and then put this imaginary sum of nonexistent money on a computer screen and then while it still did not exist in the real world they imaginatively gave this fictional money to the politicos who, supposedly intelligent and well educated, thought all this was a good idea in the first place....  

Now people come on, admit it - that’s the kind of scam you want to get a piece of... There’s an almost beautiful symmetry to it... Do Nothing - Create Nothing - Give Nothing - Take Everything... Its fucking GENIUS is what it is.

So I take my hat off to the smart Alec who first dreamed that one up and [as I cannot afford champagne or indeed bottled water these days due to the economy tanking - and please don’t get me started on the bottled water scam] I will instead salute you with a tipple of the poor man’s champagne - 'coke cola with a gherkin on a stick and a mini umbrella in it'.

Now if everybody will just step back a moment I need to rip off my trousers and bend over so they can fuck me some more.

The Architects of Armageddon.

Even though they could hear the sound of the guns of the advancing Allies, the Germans did not stop their slaughter of the Jews. Indeed they increased the tempo of their genocide because, and I quote from memory a phrase of one of those grey Germans whose name I forget – “they wanted to get the job done before the camps were overrun”.

Everybody knew the war was lost, and everybody there knew what the world’s opinion of them would be because [and this is key] they started to burn the carefully documented paperwork of their mass slaughter in a vain attempt to hide from history the full horror of their crimes. They knew well their own guilt.

So as the sound of the guns got ever closer the Germans dispensed with the ‘niceties’ of Orders and reverting to type gassed and shot as many Jews as they could while at the same time burning as much of the evidence as was possible before the inevitable doom, which they themselves had caused, descended upon their heads.

It’s a funny thing about the Germans; they love order so much that killing Jews pell-mell was easy for them, but destroying the paperwork that summarised their terrible crimes so precisely proved a far more difficult notion for them to accept. As a result, much of the paperwork of their atrocities survived to be used against them months later by the war crimes tribunal at Nuremburg.

And that’s the thing about clerks isn’t it? They have to quantify the paper clip usage on the death warrants issued by their masters, they have to enumerate how much Zyklon B it takes to gas 6 million Jews, hundreds of thousands of Gypsies, thousands of political dissidents, and unknown thousands of ordinary disabled Germans. But ask them why they so blindly followed the orders of their masters? and they will say “I was only doing my job”. Thus is the way that all terror is unleashed upon mankind, not by the demagogue but rather by his clerks.

Nuremburg was an interesting point in human history. As far as I know it was the first time ‘the clerks’ were prosecuted for the crime of following the evil orders of their overlords.  The idea was to show to the world that no matter what insane leaders might tell you to do, following their orders to enable genocide is not okay. There is no longer a ‘get out of jail card’ to be used by the so called ‘ordinary man’.  They wanted to show the world that if you obeyed orders which you know to be ‘evil and wrong’ then you are as culpable of the crimes as the mad men who issued the orders in the first place.

Unfortunately Nuremburg was a failure on a catastrophic level.

The enormous calamity that was the Second World War should be a salutary lesson to mankind. Sadly it is often misused by modern day historians, and certainly it’s lessons are overlooked, abused, or misrepresented to our young in order to justify a political vision of the world as held by those self same bastards who so wrought ruin upon mankind back in the thirties.

When Germany was finally crushed in 1945 the Allies made the mistake of trying the Nazi’s piecemeal with a few show trials in order to look as though they were doing something. They had to, can you imagine what the ordinary soldier would have done if nothing had happened to Goering and others? But it was all a sham.
What they should have done was hang as many of the bastards as they could get their hands on, but they didn’t. Instead the apparatchik of German National Socialism survived [albeit renamed], and its adherents were used to form the local councils, police, and government of the new Federal Germany. The military which was now called ‘The Federal Defence Forces of Germany’ [The Bundeswehr] used many former Wehrmacht military personnel. And in a truth that nobody in the west wants to admit, nothing much changed.  Oh there were a few hanged men but the system survived. The same clerks who signed the death warrants were still in charge issuing food rations to the populace. As it turns out Clerks are like cockroaches ‘they can survive any calamity that might kill lesser men’.

You see the same thing in modern day Iraq. The western powers used the same clerks and policemen who days earlier had been avowed enemies and who were party to the gassing of the Kurds. And so torturers and serial murderers were used to form the new Iraqi government and its police force. It seems you can kill a clerk of tyranny but not a system of tyranny.

These men and women; these gray unremarkable diminutive clerks are the true Architects of Armageddon. 

They are the ones who compel you to obey their masters through the strictures of their vile laws. They are the ones who sign off on the report which labels a disabled person as a scrounger sending him to his doom. These are the insignificant men and women of disaster who in ‘just doing their job’ bring down on mankind the ruin of the demagogues who still rule us.

It is true that the Nationalsozialistische Deutsche Arbeiterpartei did not win the Second World War but its clerks certainly won the peace, and they are winning it still.

Educating the young.

Lefties like to say that our Education System is not working; and frankly in their case I would have to say that they are correct, because clearly they do not grasp that it is working fine.

Actually it is working far better than fine; it is working exactly as intended, it is a thing of faultless self sustaining perfection.

Even the smallest amount of critical thinking in a person leads them inexorably to the understanding that most humans on Earth are being enslaved by giant corporations, huge conglomerates that are bent on the acquisition of the poor man’s assets to further their own mammon; this in turn leads the common man to predictable, and ‘inevitable’ violent rebellion.

I can only believe that our current Education System does deliberately and with malice aforethought set out to stymie ‘critical thinking’ amongst the young. To set them apart from each other, to make education not about elucidation but about creating a divide between those who have and those who have not.

But it goes further than this and is far more subtle than a simple case of us versus them; for even within this class structured education system there are inbuilt divides between North and South, Black versus White, Christian against Muslim, the Poor versus the Destitute.

Education in our country is, in simple terms; about controlling the ability of the masses to think critically about anything at all. The ruling elite do not want ‘thinkers’ they want robots. They want you just monkey smart enough to operate their machines for their benefit but stupid enough to believe that these elite pigs care about you and your family, that they are concerned about your welfare, that they give a flying fuck about the lot of the common man.

Well they don’t and your fucked sunshine.

Critical thinking is not about reading ‘William fucking Shakespeare’ it is about questioning why these elite pigs love war. Critical thinking is not about adding sums up in an oh so aptly names ‘CLASS’ room to pass a fucking test that they have designed to regionally disenfranchise the poor and split families apart as they search for work, it is about questioning the Governments figures when they announce cuts to vital services such as the NHS the Police the Firefighters the Refuse collectors et al.

Critical thinking is not about taking in the bullshit about how we are a great nation but rather it is about looking objectively at the truth and then having the fucking moxie to speak out about the many injustices that are perpetrated by these money loving thieves who steal Billions, defraud the nation of Trillions, who sell arms to Tyrants, who create wars based on a fucking lie, who would fucking rape your grandmother of her pension, her dignity, and her life rather than give even a single Pound Stirling up to the cause of man.

Critical thinking is not about sleep walking through this life as they make a hell of this planet, no. Critical thinking is about courage, it is about valour, determination, steadfastness, sharing, caring, compassion, love, and the ability to be outraged enough to get off your fat indolent arse and fucking fight for the freedom dignity and love of mankind.

So when lefties say the Education System is not working tell them this... ‘it is doing what it was designed to do, making slaves of the young so that their evil reign lasts another thousand years’.

Good luck


No words of mine can remove the bitter taste of hate from the conduct of this Tory Government. Their detestation of the common man is just that; they imagine us ‘common’ and deserving of their misanthropy.

That they despise us so is a testimony to their upbringing, and the generational hatreds bred into them by their forefathers. This odium was taught to them on the knees of their fathers who learnt it from their fathers who learnt it from their fathers and so on back into the darkening mists of time.

It is a despite that has travelled down through the aeons from whenst it came; and it is reinforced by the lies they tell each other about ‘what utter scum’ the ordinary peasants are, and about how it is their ‘divine right’ to rule this land.

We imagined it gone in the 1990’s I suppose, this class war; but then this current batch of Tory Misanthropes appeared like ghosts of Christmas Past, to remind us all once again of the dreadful truth, that regardless of ourselves ‘Class Hatred’ is alive and well and resides in the hearts and minds of the Tory Elite.

Such people have no compassion for the disabled man, no pity for the beggar on the street. I heard one tale recently of a Tory Adherent who when approached by a homeless man [who asked for the price of a meal] was hissed at by the Tory Minion “Get a fucking Job” and then turning to my friend remarked “lazy scum”.

The disabled are not ‘Lazy Scum’, they are ill. The out of work are not ‘Lazy Scum’ they are between jobs. The poor are not ‘Lazy Scum’ who don’t work hard enough, they are always the hardest working in our society. No rich man ever got rich by himself. Indeed the riches of the elite are always built off the backs of the working poor.

This is the true reason behind the Tory misanthropy, this is the reason they hate us ‘the workers’, because they know that their affluence is ripped out of the blood sweat and toil of the poor man; and criminals always blame their victims for the larceny that they the criminal commits.

Fear is the thing they hate. Fear is the driving force of their despite, for in that fear lays the root of all the terrors they imagine. Of the poor rising up to demand a fair share of their ill-gotten gains, of a world in which they are no longer the controlling powers, of a world in which they ‘The Elite’ are made once again ‘Ordinary’.
Man is not made to be a slave of other men, but in our slavery is made great Empire and the riches and power of the few over the many. The Elite fear being found out, they fear being discovered and their parasitical nature being exposed to the caprice of the world’s mockery.

They fear.

Fear is the overriding impulse of their lives. These are not great men and women, destined to rule over a vast empire of man, they are knaves, little unimaginative men, cowards frightened of an uncertain future. These are not men and women of vast acumen, of towering intellects; they have no dynamic vision of a world at peace. Their minds are so clouded so small they cannot imagine a world without them at its centre; a world in which they are just people.

Hubris is their main character trait; the arrogance of the obtuse and dim-witted. They are in fact ‘Little Men’ and they speed themselves to their own doom.

Tick tick tick

The Adversary...

The Adversary promotes ‘Greed and Misanthropy’ as virtuous; whilst at the same time attacking the very thing that underpins our whole modern society ‘The Education of The Masses’.

In this way are so many of the achievements of the proletariat of the last 100 years to be brought low. The Adversary knows well what he is doing when he cuts educational facilities, funding, and increases university tuition fees in the same breath. But this plan of attack is not an immediate gain for them but rather a long term systematic plan of advantageous destruction. It is a ruthlessly cunning and unmerciful plan that has a brutal patience at its heart.

It is designed from the ground up to bring about a gradual lowering of the intellectual understanding of the masses to the perfidy of their vicious rulers. It is perhaps the most dangerous of all their evil designs because it is a plan with a cohesive and specific aim; that of your children’s continued enslavement. And it uses the age old tactic of ‘Divide et Impera’ which you will know best as ‘Divide and Conquer’ but really [and more importantly] means ‘Divide and Rule’. This is the paramount principle of their Eugenics based belief in their superiority over us and in their God given right to regulate our lives to their caprice and whimsy.

Now this great evil is not solely the aim of this Tory Government, for it also lies at the centre of all those hearts which are blackened by their own burgeoning hubris and avaricious insatiability for money and power [as evidenced by the Liberal Democrats], but it is undoubtedly the cornerstone upon which all ‘conservatism’ is built.

Let me put this in a more simplistic way.

If a Nation equips their Army with horses and Lances and another Nation equips its Army with machine guns and Tanks there will only ever be one winner in any conflict.  [Poland vs. Germany circa 1939]
As it is with warfare thus it is with education. Their desired aim is to have the proletariat just smart enough to operate the road sweeping machines and cash machines at the checkout, but stupid enough to believe that their ‘lies’ are ‘truth’ and their ‘misanthropy’ is ‘kindness’; a form of ‘tough love’ if you will.

But what it is in actually is ‘Class War’.

The Adversary wants’ you to believe in their system of selective privation; they want you to believe their systematic rape of our financial institutions is just a cyclical incidental which will correct itself in time if we but follow the formula of ‘Austerity for The People’ whilst they maintain their power, privilege, and rapacious greed. They want you to act like smart little robots, clever enough to prop up their ostentatious system of fiscal freedom for the few but economic slavery for the many.

You must not be in any doubts about their misanthropy for they hate you almost as much as they fear you. But both these self destructive emotions are the inevitable outcome of keeping slaves, for you cannot love that which you abuse.

The Adversary has chosen to withhold from the rest of mankind the rights of access their sea of plenty. To them the idea of sharing the abundance of their vast wealth is an anathema, the thought of a world in which they are not the absolute arbiters of life and death terrifies them. The thought of a world which they cannot control through the means of selective privation and fear is like a stab to their black hearts and they will use any means to prevent the emancipation of mankind from their dark rule. They are in fact ‘Cowards’ frightened of a night in which the storms of our uncertain future shake the Earth as they rumble across the limitless sky.

Man is not meant to be a slave, indeed life is too short to live as one. Yet if death is our only certainty what has the common man got to lose by fighting to regain his freedom from the dark forces that are ranged against mankind’s true emancipation, his life? That is nothing but the freedom of death and even The Adversary cannot shackle the dead.

I am certain that the ideal for all humans in this life is to live as free, creative, compassionate, intelligently searching, loving, and sharing, men and women. The Adversary despises that principle for it weakens their power; they want control over the world’s resources [and thus us] in order that they might live a parasitical opulent life at our expense. They are in every way it is possible to be ‘Perverse of Nature’ for they do not share any of our ideals even though they pretend and purport to do so.

A war is a war when real people die in it, and in the Class War real people really are dying. In fact if you go look at UNICEF’s web pages you will see that the death toll in this war by far and away outstrips all other conflicts. [it is 18 million per year by conservative estimates]

And The Adversary has now launched a campaign to return [once again] this form of criminality home to Britain so that your children’s future is blighted by their imposed and utterly unwarranted false system of privation.

It is our responsibility to the future to find the courage and commitment to dedicate ourselves to the goal of overthrowing once and for all these demagogues who lie, cheat, steal, kill, and create wars in order to retain worldly power within control of The Elite, and I charge you all with this mission – “Resist with all your might, with every ounce of your intellect, and all your loving creativity the machinations of The Adversary of Mankind”.

Lastly remember this.

The Earth could so easily support all the life up on it without stressing its ecosystem, but instead it is dying. The Planet Earth could be a Utopia for mankind but it isn't;  for the planet upon which we all depend has an enemy and it is as evil as any Dark Lord from the imaginations of our celebrated writers of fiction. This then is ‘The Great Adversary’ and the depth of their depravity is as limitless as the stormy sky of uncertainty and they would rather see the Earth burn than submit and see humanity free of their vile control.

Good Luck.

Lost blog

Ahhh fuck.

Somehow I have lost most of my blog posts... talk about pissed off.