If we allow even one person to be cruelly victimised by our Government, no matter how low that person might have fallen, then we cannot lay claim to any integrity within our society. Understand this, for it is of vital import that every Citizen grasps the full meaning and measure of it. ‘If even one of us is denied Justice then nobody can be Free’. This is the fundamental principle upon which all ‘good society’ is built, and it incidentally also provides us with the absolute, irrefutable argument against all Secret Courts.
Justice must be done, and it must be ‘seen’ to be done. Any Governing System which demands it has access to Secret Courts or Clandestine Arbitrations is de-facto a System of Governance that has descended into absolutism; and has become - by the calculating intentions of its political leadership, and by the political indolence or ignorance of its people, - a ‘Tyranny’.
My friends we are living in dangerous times, but the true danger of these days does not come from without, it comes from within. It comes from those perfidious masters of deception who rule these lands for their own personal profit. It comes from those who deem themselves ‘The Social Elite’.
A nation can survive its fools, and even the ambitious. But it cannot survive treason from within. An enemy at the gates is far less formidable, for he is known and carries his standard openly, but the traitor moves amongst us freely and in plain view. Their sly whispers are like an assassin rustling through the back alleys of our hearts. They can be heard daily on our televised News Broadcasts, whose primary purpose is to infect the hearts and minds of the populace with their appalling demagoguery. And it is all done with nary a shudder of remorse by those disgusting collaborators in the media who, with their carefully coiffured hair, sit in their sterile news rooms as they look soullessly into a camera to deliver their daily dose of ‘state sponsored propaganda’.
Our Politicians are [with only a few exceptions] ‘Traitors’. They speak to us in accents familiar, but their true nature is insidious, for with their pleasing face and charming manners they hide a menacing agenda of subversion and deceit. And thus; putting forth hateful arguments supported by twisted truths, their detestable rhetoric appeals to the baseness which lies deep within the hearts of all men. They rot the souls of nations from inside out like a cancer; they work secretly within the halls of power to undermine the pillars of Society as they contaminate the body politic with accomplices, who, like themselves, are all too easy to recruit with appeals to their lusts and greed. Frankly friends – a murderer is less to fear than the Traitor, for a Turncoat is a plague upon all our houses.
I could narrate here a vast list of their crimes, piecing together ‘bit by bloody bit’ an Article of their terrible transgressions. Their plots and misdemeanours, their cover ups and conspiracies, but frankly to go through here, every wretched deception, every falsehood they have uttered, every insult, smear, vilification, and libel that these creatures have levelled against us, the ordinary people of Albion, would take up too much room. Similarly the list of their sticky-fingered dishonesty such as the criminal privatisations of national utilities for their own personal profit, and the scandalous expenses claims, and a hundred other such examples of what can only be called ‘Grand Larceny’ would make this a very dreary read. And while it might indeed be a worthwhile exercise to name every single wrongful act carried out by these pigs in government and their ‘True Masters’ in big business, and place it on the record in a single location for the world to review, the aim of this piece of writing is not so pedestrian; I leave that for another day and perhaps - another writer.
No; I have a different purpose herein and the truth of it is not perhaps for delicate minds, but for this literary transgression I offer no act of contrition. The time for gentlemanly etiquette has passed when it comes to discussing our darkening future; and our sensibilities are of little importance when compared to the horrors which now confronts us all. Thus; without further preamble I plead early, your ‘forbearance’ as I with a sincere heart, and the most virtuous of intentions, begin this tale of woe.
‘Every day you and I awaken with the urge to piss or shit. You shower and shave, eat your breakfast, pack your bags, and having first kissed your loved ones, you head off out through the door towards your labours; which for the largest majority of people on Planet Earth is just another ‘same shit different day’ cliché of similitude. This is perhaps an allegory for all our lives! You get in your cars and drive through the busy rush hour traffic, or board a bus or a train and sit in cramped uncomfort for hours on miserable end, and your day still has not started. You get to our 9 to 5 jobs, which are never really 9 to 5 but more likely 8 till 6, or 7 till 7 - because the truth is ‘our bosses want more whilst paying all of us less’, and this they claim is ‘the markets fault’. You arrive and sit at your desk or man your machines and the general monotony of a hoary day finally begins; and after a while you look down at your watch and realise with alarm that you still have another 8 to 10 hours of this shit before you can head home.
Thus does another hateful morning pass? Then at last it is time for our lunch break, but the bosses have been clamping down and weeding out those who actually go to lunch and you know it’s a risk to defy the unspoken rules of your master’s dominion, but you take it anyway - and here’s why! These 30 minutes of relative freedom in our busy lives are the only moments of free will you or I ever really get, [presuming of course that we haven’t got to go to the bank to pay some bills]. Every other moment is filled with ‘things to be done’. These 30 minutes are your gold standard, your unspoken liberty and all you pray for as you leave the front door is a touch of sunshine on your face.
Then all too soon this terrible life forces us back to our desks or machinery and the whole sorry saga begins again. So it is - down through the dull monotonous drudgery of the afternoon, you pursue your needless tasks until at last; well into the early evening, you get to knock off [having accomplished nothing for yourself] only to witness in the cold soulless eyes of your boss - ‘a dull contempt for leaving early’! And now; angry and frustrated and more tired than you have ever been; you head to your car or board your train or bus, and begin once again your long tiresome return ride homewards on a wet, slate gray night, sitting in cramped uncomfort, and your mind in painful semi-neutral. You used to enjoy it, you used to watch other people as you travelled home, looking for their idiosyncrasies, their quirks, and their humanity? But these days you simply cannot be arsed, you’re just too tired and anyway it’s the same faces you saw yesterday and they all look a lighter shade of grey to you.
Then at last; almost spent, you walk through your front door and sitting to a rushed meal with no ‘real’ conversation with your loved ones’ possible after your mind numbing day you thereafter collapse exhausted in an armchair [which you still have not finished paying for], and succumb to the ritualistic national pastime of watching the state sponsored propaganda machine in the corner of your living room tell you outrageous lies in order to keep you servile to the will of people who absolutely despise you.
And all this, all of this; all of this ghastly, grinding, daily bullshit, is not even the worst part of your day.
No; that comes a little later as you finally hit the sack, body aching and spirit emotionally numbed. You lay there fitful with the creeping and awful realisation that in just a few short pitiless hours you will have to do it all again; and again the next day, and again the day after that into a darkening future of ‘endless days’, for 30 more horrific years; and you desolately tremble with indolent rage at the waste of it all. But there is worse than even this thought.
There is the absolute sure and certain knowledge, that if you refuse to play this unspeakable game then the eponymous ‘They’ will ruin your life and destroy your family without nary a concern as they consign you and your family to the scrap heap of their hate, labelling you with the stigma of ‘Scrounger’. This then is your day, and as you lay there desperate you begin to wonder ‘Just how the fuck did it come to this’? And then your eyes open once again and you look for the un-risen Sun with somnolent eyes as a new unforgiving day begins and you feel like sobbing... but trust me when I say this – you are not alone and your tears will not save your children.
You may be wondering ‘What the hell has all this got to do with Heroes’?
A fair question.
Heroes come in many forms, shapes, size, sexes, and colours; but all of them that I have ever read about, all of them that I have ever met, all of them that I have ever worked with, and endured alongside with, have, in my experience, a shared trait which is this - ‘the ability to face up to the reality of their situation with a cold, hard, quick intelligence, and recognise that they must either Act or Fall’.
We are all descended from a long line of heroes, men and women who built the roads, the railway system, and the canals. Men and women who first erected and then worked in the industrial heartlands. Britons who farmed and tilled the land to feed the nation through bitter winters and inclement summers. Men and Women who endured violent struggle and horrific wars to serve this nation and see her through the dire threat of Fascism; and yes other terrible conflicts too. Men, women, and children, who toiled and suffered down the deep mines where death was a daily presence and took a daily toll. Men who disappeared into a dark and stormy sea to bring home to us the harvest of the sea. Men and Women who did a million and one other daily grinds to bring this Nation and all of us into the modern world from time immemorial. We are all of us descended from men of oak and women of willow, characters stronger than the misfortune of their birth and station. People of grit and determination, who set forth to make for us a world better than the one they inherited. Who sought ever to hand down to their descendants a country worth living in, a country based on Justice and Fairness?
Their mighty struggles against the oppressors of yesteryear were enormous and many. From St Peter's Field in Manchester, 1819 to the Labour struggles of the 20th century, workers have striven always to better their lot and force the elite to share the wealth that the workers create, and at times the price they paid for this liberty of ours has been high, too high. The victimisation and brutality of the elite has cost us greatly, but the perfidy of the elite did not stop those heroes of yesteryear. Instead it drove them on, forcing them to fight harder and harder until at last it seemed as though there was going to be a new era of social justice.
But then along came a spider and with him he brought forth an old doctrine rebranded as Neo-Liberalism and the enemies of mankind grasped onto it tightly. And; raising its battle standard against the common man, and turning the ordinary men and women of Albion the one against the other with their tried and tested tactics of "Panem et Circensus” and "Divide et Impera" the modern world was born under the shadowy cloak of a ‘coup d’état’ in Southern America. And from then till now these neo-liberals; - these Fascist dogs have; with ever increasing boldness, sought the absolute dominion of the world via the expediency of Debt Slavery, poverty, and Perpetual War.
Here is a simple example of their evil mindset.
Drones. Death by Remote Control. Sanitised. Clean [from their perspective]. Distant. Safe. Cheap.
The greatest Taboo in any society; be it classified as ‘civilised’ or otherwise, is the murder of children, and those who can commit such atrocious acts have been down the ages thought of as ‘Monsters’. This is the fear we in the west have succumbed to, this is the terror which unmans us all for deep in the far reaches of your secret hearts, all of you know with absolute certainty ‘that those who can kill children without any qualms can kill anybody’. Indeed; the fact that such people can and regularly do execute unspeakable acts of Terror against children by launching bombs against them so readily, so injudiciously, with nary a thought for the burning flesh of the children their orders will kill, shows us far clearer than anything else that we are governed by the most disgusting fiends to have ever walked the Earth.
They have no remorse. They have no Pity. They have no understanding even, that what they are doing is in any way ‘Wrong’. We are descended from a long line of heroes, the remembrance of which spans the distant centuries of our far memory, but we are currently governed by Psychopaths.
These are the descendants of imperial tyrants who usurped our rights, our lands, our country. In a great Terror they harrowed the north, crushed the Welsh, sacked the Scots, and then went on down through the centuries to sack, rape, enslave, and pillage the whole world to feed their insatiable greed.
Nothings changed save the scale.
We live in a ‘Time of Terror’. We live in a time where the most unworthy of us, the tiny minority of us, have clubbed together and conquered our freedoms. The Criminals who rule from the City of London are aided and abetted by their Quisling Collaborators in The Palace of Westminster. We are divided by false wars, false economics, lies, deceits, twisted truths, and perverted pseudo-sciences, and above all this, by the disgusting unreality of fiat money just so that The Elite can have us all dancing on a chain to the sound of their perverted music solely so we, the vast majority, do not wake up and hang them all from the nearest tree like the carrion that they are.
There has been a covert ‘coup d’état’ in this country and the enemy is not the Muslim community, it is not the Eastern Europeans who make their way here to work or any other variable on the screen of their daily screeching. No my friends; the enemy we face speaks to us with accents familiar, they hold themselves up to be Great Statesmen and Women; but in point of FACT they are only ever seeking to serve themselves and their masters in the Imperial War Machine, The Bankers, the Arms Industry, and The Super Elite. These people call themselves neo-liberals or neo-cons these days, but in truth they are just a gang of super rich Fascist Thugs and every single one of them is a Traitor.
We are all descended from a long line of heroes. Men and women who fought a bitter struggle down through the centuries against a terrible foe for workers rights; for their human rights, for a chance of a free and just society. They were ordinary people those men and women but they were also stalwart champions of a better tomorrow, and they also knew that they were in a struggle to the death. No King or Queen ever willingly gave up their throne, and those rebels of old knew what lay in store for them if they failed. Today as then we can see by the actions of these modern day elite scum who rule us all that they do not do mercy, or pity. They deem us all as dogs to be kicked into line, to be beaten by various means into servile submissive slavery. You look about and see also that there are collaborators aiding and abetting these villains, taking their 30 pieces of silver for the fantasy of some temporary safety, but it cannot last.
A wise man once said that “Hope is not lost unless you surrender it” and he was right. Men and Women of Albion the time of terror is upon us; fellow countrymen are being done to death by criminals from Westminster. Bankers are obliterating our freedoms with their corruption and illicit wealth; and in Secret Courts across the land the Government is summarily imprisoning our brothers and sisters without any recourse to legal representation. There is no ‘Rule of Law’ in a Tyranny, only survival.
You must decide now what you wish to do. You can go back to sleep and on the morrow awaken and set off to your daily grind as they crush your spirit, sobbing all the while that “it’s not fair” - or you can do something about it. We do not have a Government, we have a Mafia, this is not a Democracy, this is a Tyranny. The time to be heroes is ‘now’.
'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.