Remember when British governments at least pretended Britain came first, or that we, the people of Britain came first? You know, British interests, notions like that.
Well, that was the song they sang, red or blue politicians, and for years, where there was belt tightening required, it was allegedly about making things better for most people here in the long run.
It was fundamental nonsense anyway, that much goes without saying. I do get that now, just as it is now, it was about money and only money back then as well. Taxation would be the shorthand for the theft, the mugging, and the taxation was simply about relieving us of whatever spare we might have earned or put by.
But in those old days, I’m sure the bulk of the promises, empty promises, were about making our country better and happier for all, that was the point. It wasn’t unreasonable to think unless a person had masochistic tendencies, that is. It also goes without saying that the promised jam tomorrow never came, not for most. Always it was nothing burgers for the trusting majority. But at least when they lied about meaning to improve the common good, they meant the common good of people actually living and being mugged for taxes here in Britain.
But, and it’s an enormous but, but then came the scam-demic pandemic, the Covid con, and from the moment they proved to themselves, those puppet masters, that most British people really would go into their houses and stay there until told they had permission to come out again – ever since then, the gloves have been off and the naked truth of it all has been revealed.
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What the puppet masters learned and so decided during the past six years, what they finally felt free to act upon was the thought that our lives really are in their hands. By now, the ones pulling the strings on the puppet politicians have decided there is hardly any need anymore for the pretence of a quid pro quo or a social contract, rather than an electorate whose wants are supposed to be met.
In return for us stumping up and abiding by rules, the puppet masters are finally telling us in public what they have evidently thought in private for a while, which is that we are the common herd cash cows at all times, and when it suits the objectives of the powerful cannon fodder for the wars that are the most profitable of their well-used business models.
The latest through the revolving door at No10 Downing Street in London, Andy Burnham, made Ukraine the destination of his first overseas trip.
By so doing, he stepped neatly into the line laid out by Boris Johnson and then followed by Keir Starmer, making it explicit that Britain’s lifeblood will be drained and transfused into that haemorrhaging creature forevermore. Despite its having been a war provoked by the West and by Nato, despite a death toll with six zeros, the puppet masters have declared that Ukraine and not Britain is the priority.
Britons are years now into what is being called a cost of living crisis, but a crisis might be expected to be short term. What is happening to Britons in Britain is better understood as brainwashing with some or other version of a new normal. For Britons, things are not expected to get any better. Instead, hardship, in all its forms, reduced access to food on account of actual shortages or due to ever rising prices, ditto for energy to power homes and vehicles.
Not to mention perpetual uncertainty and anxiety due to ceaseless propaganda about war and climate crisis. It is not just the norm, it is the way it has to be. The puppet masters blame Putin or Iran or whichever bogeyman suits. When in reality, the fault lies with those provoking the wars, stoking the wars, blowing up energy pipelines, aggravating the cause of energy chokepoints in the Strait of Hormuz and elsewhere.
British borders are wide open to all comers, migrants who must be paid for by hard pressed Brits, Brits who are told that their replacement is just the way it is. Britain’s struggle to stay sane in the face of it all, while billions of pounds of taxes they haven’t even been hit for yet are sent to Ukraine, and blueprints for long range missiles are handed over to Ukraine, while Russia’s Putin tells the world that Britain is playing with fire by enabling strikes deep into his territory.
I’m nostalgic now, frankly, though it stuns me to hear myself say it, that I miss the days when the domestic news was, well, so much more boring and predictable. Politicians of all stripes used to seem to compete, to outdo each other in promising means to make life better at home.
It was the same, if you could be bothered to pay attention to it, elsewhere in the United States, of America, in France, in Germany, wherever the suits of the day would drone on about domestic measures, building, investing inwards, attracting trade, training, improving the lot of children, improving the lot of women. Yada yada yada.
Remember those days? But since the fake pandemic, when, as I said before, the powerful persuaded themselves on account of their wildly effective imposition of lockdowns and the rest of the arbitrary, frankly, just having a laugh at our expense regulations. And I’m talking specifically about the toleration of, if not downright enthusiasm for it all on behalf of the masses, month after month. Since then, everything and I do mean everything has changed.
You’re not imagining things if you think that, well, Britain, even the world, looks much the same as it used to in many ways. Everything is different too, if that makes sense. Populations everywhere are told now that what matters is not to put too fine a point on it, sacrifice.
We have a sacrificial ideology before us now, and if we and our well-being and the future well-being of our kids, that is on the altar, as well as the drumbeats about conscription for war and the ultimate horror of youngsters marching away, not to protect Britain or the United States, or France or Germany, but Ukraine or Israel.
The sacrifice reaches insidiously into many aspects of life. Fertility is falling everywhere, but judging by the official response, which is broadly silence, that’s nothing to worry about at all. Jobs, especially for the young, are to be swallowed up by artificial intelligence, but they’re supposed to be happy about that while they deliver food, until drones do that too. Really what is being sacrificed is the way things used to be, the way most of us wanted them to be. And apparently that’s okay too.
Except, of course, none of us thinks so, quite the contrary. But I remind you again about how the politicians used to, as far as a person could tell anyway, the politicians used to think it mattered to put on a show of seeking votes, seeking election, not now. Our latest prime minister, and as far as I’m concerned, his predecessor too for sure, was just selected and then parachuted into place.
Next to no one wanted Starmer by the end, and no one but some tens of thousands in a constituency in Manchester, wants the one we have now, but we got him just the same. Hardly a soul in France wants Macron, same too in Germany and Mertz, it’s the same all over.
And the incumbents demonstrably and evidently don’t give a damn, they pretty much nod to the fact that they’re the most unpopular and unwanted of their kind in history, and tell the so-called electorates to their faces mind you, I know you don’t like me, but I’m here to stay.
It’s a bit like unwanted medical procedures that you’re told to have, even when you say you don’t want them, because that’s just the way it’s supposed to be. It would be hilarious if it wasn’t so tragic. The sacrifices demanded, forced from all of us, are for the good only of the few.
Those that style themselves elite, but who are in fact the very worst parasitic psychopath narcissists with delusions of adequacy, would clamber to the top of a mountain of our corpses just to continue to enjoy the view, the wars, the falling and failing populations, the erosion to nothing of countries and cultures, the setting of one creed, one race, one religion against another. All of them, all for them. To them we are expendable. It’s obvious and undeniable. What’s also obvious and undeniable is that we have no need to put up with another moment of it.
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