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Is ‘The Church Of The Poisoned Minds’ Behind the constant attacks on AI Music? … The Reason?? …. The Quality of Original Music is in Downfall at present! .. With ‘Owned!’ Talent recruiting the Young, Vulnerable & Innocent Minds …. Music Festivals used to be THE! Premier events to see ‘live bands’ in the World … NOW! They are just Another recruitment tool for ‘The Church Of The Poisoned Minds’ – A Socialist – Woke Organisation Hell-Bent on Twisting the aforementioned Minds – And At Present! Succeeding! … So if Hundreds of Thousands of ‘Non-Bought-Minds’ Gate-Crash the ‘Closed Shop’ system that ‘The Church Of The Poisoned Minds’ operate within – Then THAT!! Is a problem for Them! Even though it could mean SALVATION! For the FREE! WORLD!! …. Just take Glastonbury for the simplest example – NOTICE! All of those Giant Flags being waved in front of the TV Camera’s broadcasting the event Worldwide!?? … Are they ever about Freedom? Happiness? Love?? … Or are they Skull & Crossbones, Pride, Palestine and Trans issues?? … All of the issues that are dividing Society lately like NEVER BEFORE are on FULL Promotional Display at Glastonbury – {That’s without the CORRUPT Lyrics in many of the songs} They are also on display at all of the ‘Owned artists’ concerts … Subliminal Messaging has been hugely successful over the years – ‘The Church Of The Poisoned Minds’ have it down to perfection – Coupled with MUSIC it is virtually Invincible! … Unless ‘AI Music’ is allowed to Breed & FLY! – Humanity may be drawing it’s last breath … ‘Music IS The Food of Love’ as well as ‘The Food Of LIFE’ …..
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Turn up the amps, let the old boys roll,
There’s a storm on the horizon and fire in the soul,
They’re talking ‘bout a Reset, they’re talking ‘bout time,
Saying fifty is the number when you cross that line.
They say, “Old timer, your memory’s done,
Your body’s just a number, your living is run,”
But we’ve danced through the decades,
we’ve lived through the pain,
And nobody’s taking our memories again.
Hey! Hey! — Can you hear that sound?
The old guard’s shaking but we’re still around!
Hey! Hey! — Let the speakers explode,
We ain’t ready yet for that compost road!
They’ve got a chip for your memories, wired to your brain,
A digital box to preserve what remains,
Every kiss, every heartbreak, every highway ride,
Stored in a circuit with nowhere to hide.
Then down to the compost, where the old bodies go,
Underneath the worms where the wild things grow,
Turn us into dinner for the bugs underground,
What a hell of a future they’ve got planned for this town!
Hey! Hey! — Can you hear that sound?
The old guard’s shaking but we’re still around!
Hey! Hey! — Let the speakers explode,
We ain’t ready yet for that compost road!
They call it progress, they call it the plan,
They call it efficiency for the modern man,
But somewhere in the shadows, behind every door,
You’ve gotta wonder who’s keeping the score.
**The Few! The Few!** — that’s the name they cry,
While the rest of us shuffle beneath their sky,
Just enough protein, just enough breath,
Just enough living till there’s nothing left.
But crank up the guitar, let the old records spin,
We’ve got a lifetime of rebellion within,
From Woodstock thunder to London town nights,
We learned that freedom was worth every fight.
So remember your memories, remember your name,
Don’t let a machine decide your place in the game,
For no silicon circuit, however divine,
Can bottle the fire of a human mind.
Hey! Hey! — We’re not fading away!
We’ve got one more chorus and something to say!
Hey! Hey! — Let the old engine roar,
We’ve been here before and we’ll be here some more!
So raise up your glasses, let the old speakers scream,
We’re still chasing freedom, still living the dream,
And if they come knocking with their grand new decree,
We’ll shout back together:…….
Very soon, Us Oldies won’t need to worry about remembering ‘anything’ because come 2030 and – ‘The Great Reset’ – 50 Years Old will be our ‘Expiry Date’ and We’ll walk into the ‘De-Funk’ Machine – Our Memories will be stored on Elon Musk’s Neuro-Link Chip and the old Bio-Mass that is our body will be designated a spot on the ‘compost heap’ that matures and ferments into food for ‘the food’ – Insects, Bugs, Worms etc …. That the remains of humanity will feed on to provide just enough protein to keep them alive during their subservience to; **TheFew** …. Whatd’ya Reckon?? – EH? ….
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Fire in my heartbeat, dust upon my boots,
Thunder in the valleys, freedom in the roots.
Left the world behind me with the turning of the key,
The open road keeps whispering,
“You’ll always ride with me.”
Granite kings are watching from a thousand years of stone,
Out here on the moorland I am never quite alone.
Every mile reminds me what I came here searching for—
A leather-hearted wild child
Riding Dartmoor.
No chains…
No walls…
Just endless skies above.
No rules…
No crown…
Just the places that I love.
Hey!
Raise your hands into the sky!
We were born to live, not born to die!
Wind in our faces, fire in our souls,
Running with the thunder where the wild wind blows!
Whoa-oh…
Nothing’s gonna own me anymore!
Whoa-oh…
Hear me roaring with the moor!
Ride forever…
Free forever…
Hear these old hills call my name—
A leather-hearted wild child,
And I’ll never be the same!
Church bells keep on ringing but they cannot call me home,
My cathedral is the skyline where the hawk and raven roam.
Butterflies and heather dance beneath the summer sun,
And every road that’s unexplored
Is another race I’ve won.
Cashmere in the moonlight, biker boots of steel,
Camping where the silence teaches everything that’s real.
If the deer come wandering, I’ll simply nod and smile—
Every night’s an open road,
Every dawn another mile.
No fear…
No shame…
Just stars to light the way.
One life…
One ride…
I’m living it today.
Hey!
Raise your hands into the sky!
We were born to live, not born to die!
Wind in our faces, fire in our souls,
Running with the thunder where the wild wind blows!
Whoa-oh…
Nothing’s gonna own me anymore!
Whoa-oh…
Hear me roaring with the moor!
Ride forever…
Free forever…
Hear these old hills call my name—
A leather-hearted wild child,
And I’ll never be the same!
I’ve slept beneath the silver moon…
I’ve watched the morning rise…
I’ve traded all the city lights…
For freedom in my eyes.
If tomorrow comes to find me…
Let it find me standing tall.
I’d rather lose it everything…
Than never ride at all!
HEY!
Raise your voices to the sky!
We were born to live, not born to die!
Wind in our faces, fire in our souls,
Running with the thunder where the wild wind blows!
Whoa-oh…
Nothing’s gonna own us anymore!
Whoa-oh…
Hear us roaring with the moor!
Ride together…
Stand forever…
Every heart becomes the flame!
We’re leather-hearted…
Wild and free…
No one writes our destiny!
If we possess no watchful eye, To scan the earth or silent sky, No mighty lens to pierce the haze, Or trace the paths through hidden ways,
Then who can say what drifts unseen, Beyond the clouds or in between?
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If you have watched the stage unfold,
Where whispered tales were bought and sold,
A drama dressed in statesman’s clothes,
With hidden scripts that no one knows.
A nation cast beneath the light,
Performing scenes from day to night,
Where every speech and every smile,
May mask another secret file.
If we possess no watchful eye,
To scan the earth or silent sky,
No mighty lens to pierce the haze,
Or trace the paths through hidden ways,
Then who can say what drifts unseen,
Beyond the clouds or in between?
What moves through air, what shapes the tide,
While ordinary folk abide?
The people ask, with furrowed brow,
Who guards our freedoms here and now?
Who keeps the watch? Who sounds the bell?
Who warns when all is not so well?
The voices rise in doubt and fear,
As louder questions fill the ear.
Why choose a figure so debated,
So fiercely judged, so widely hated?
Why hand such weight, such solemn trust,
To one who stirs both doubt and dust?
Was there a purpose, deep concealed,
A greater game not yet revealed?
Would allies falter, stand aside,
Or leave us stranded with the tide?
Would bridges burn through pride or spite,
Before the dark replaces light?
Some call it chance, some call it fate,
Some say we’ve wandered far too late.
Some see a plan behind the show,
While others simply do not know.
The curtain falls, yet still we stare,
Searching for answers in the air.
For truth is harder now to see,
When wrapped in grand uncertainty.
So let us question, let us think,
Before we stand upon the brink.
For history’s rhyme is often sung,
By those who keep their conscience young.
If You’ve watched ‘The Undeclared War’ on Channel 4 in great Britain You will have seen the ‘The British Prime Minister Show’ – A Theatre Act in a play called **The Fall & FALL Of GB** … If we have no ‘dirty-great-telescope’ to SEE! what’s happening in ‘space’ – ‘air-space’ or ‘Our Space!’ … Then the “Socialist” Powers that OUR ‘Socialist Government’ are Sworn! Allies Of – Can DO Exactly as they like with NO interference from US! … **The Brit’s of Great Britain**…
WHY! Did He appoint the Most Dangerous/Hated! Man In British Politics to be Our Foreign Secretary??… Could it BE To PISS! OFF!! The Leader Of The Free World – So that He Would NEVER Come to GB’s Aid should #TSHTF??? …
Seems like a ‘Slam-Dunk’ from the ‘Opposition’ (To Humanity) if You ask ME!
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In The Year 20-26
A Football GOD Arrived
To show his tricks
The World Cup Stage
Has been ‘SET!
Just for MESSI!
His Last HURRAH!
The World Simply MUST! SEE!
But what followed
Left the dream broken! – Hollowed!
Argentina – World Cup Champ’s
Now Turned to Violence
Cheats and Tramp’s.
Argentina didn’t NEED! TO CHEAT!
BUT! – It’s in their DNA!
They can’t HELP! themselves,
It’s Just Their WAY!
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SO YES! Messi Cheats!
But WOT! A WAY! To Leave
‘The World-Cup Stage’ ??
You Arrive A Football GOD!
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You Leave! – As SATAN’s Little SOD!
FIFA World Cup – 2026
Brought The SHAME! From All The World.
Sport’s About Fair-Play,
Competition! is the way.
Football LOST! – This Day
When England came to play.
Argentina came with violence!
The World Saw! – Looked ON In DISMAY!
SO YES! Messi Cheats!
But WOT! A WAY! To Leave
‘The World-Cup Stage’ ??
You Arrive A Football GOD!
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You Leave! – As SATAN’s Little SOD!
The World WILL! Remember Messi
NOT! As A Football God.
But As a Nasty Little Cheater!
A Talented – Little – SOD!
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You’re missing what they’re aiming for,
There’s something waiting round the door.
The road ahead is changing fast,
And old-world jobs may never last.
The engines hum, the circuits glow,
While human drivers watch the show.
The wheels keep turning, mile by mile,
With silent code replacing toil.
Hey!…
Can you hear those cold wheels roll?
Steel got no heart – got no soul!
.
Hey!…
Can you hear that warning bell?
Who’s buying? – And who’s gonna sell?
Electric lorries, sleek and bright,
Roll through the day and through the night.
Robot taxis crowd the lane,
Their numbers growing once again.
From distant shores the headlines sing,
“Automation’s now the king!”
The testing ends, the curtains part,
A brand-new age begins to start.
“So long, old mate!” the future cries,
As diesel smoke fades from the skies.
The faithful trucker shakes his head,
And wonders where the road has led.
Hey!…
Can you hear those cold wheels roll?
Steel got no heart – got no soul!
Hey!…
Can you hear that warning bell?
Who’s buying? – And who’s gonna sell?
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“Stay home,” they say, “your work is done,
Here’s U.B.I. – have some fun.
Put up your feet, don’t break a sweat,
We’ll pay you wage … don’t you fret.”
Pick your nose or play online,
Watch the hours gently unwind.
Press a button, earn your keep,
While robots never need their sleep.
But something nags inside the mind,
“What sort of bargain have we signed?”
Is comfort worth the price we pay,
If purpose slowly slips away?
Hey!…
Can you hear those cold wheels roll?
Steel got no heart – got no soul!
Hey!…
Can you hear that warning bell?
Who’s buying? – And who’s gonna sell?
Then echoes from an old guitar
Still drift beneath a neon star.
“Money for Nothing” fills the air,
With knowing smiles and raised-brow flair.
It’s funny how the songs we knew
Can sometimes seem to echo through.
For life, it seems, has quite a knack—
Of borrowing art… and paying it back.
The Wrinklies Ruled! …
We Didn’t Listen.
To The Words Spoken Gently …
In the Rock-Bands Lyrics.
Funny how art can light the spark…
Then life walks in…
And plays the part.
SO! – Stamp your feet!
Clap your hands!
Nothing! – Ever stays as planned!
Raise your voice!
Raise your glass!
The future’s coming…
Fast!… Fast!! … FAST!!!
We really ARE! Missing the POINT aren’t We? – The reason lorry drivers are getting such GRIEF! – Post Covid – They want Us Dead! .. Autonomous EV’s are the Future – The VERY NEAR Future! … Already – Banks of AEV TAXI’s are invading the streets in America, China, Japan etc …. AEV Lorries are appearing too! – Once the testing is complete! – It’ll be Bye-Bye Mr Truck-Driver … It’s ‘Universal-Basic-Income’ For YOU MATEY! … You stay at home picking your nose and playing your online games while receiving U.B.I. – AKA; ‘Money-For-Nothing’ …. Hang On! – Didn’t ‘Dire Straits’ have something to say about that?? … Funny how LIFE so often imitates ART! – EH??
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TURN IT UP!….. Can you hear that distant drone? A ghost in steel, a kingdom overthrown. The city lights are humming out a spell, And freedom’s bell is ringing – Faint as HELL!
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TURN IT UP!.…. Can you hear that distant drone?
A ghost in steel, a kingdom overthrown.
The city lights are humming out a spell,
And freedom’s bell is ringing faint as hell.
Back in the nineties, under neon skies,
The suits were dealing truths wrapped up in lies,
The young would gather, loud and full of flame,
While hidden powers studied every name.
A sonic frequency can cut without a blade,
A silent law that marches in the shade.
No smoke, no chains, no soldiers in the street,
Just unseen ‘rhythms’ hammering the beat.
Pandora cracked, the lid was blown away,
No hand alive can make that monster stay.
The genie laughs, the circuits start to glow,
And once unleashed, there’s nowhere left to go.
TURN IT UP!….. Can you hear that distant drone?
A ghost in steel, a kingdom overthrown,
The city lights are humming out a spell,
And freedom’s bell is ringing faint as hell.
From crowd to crowd, every nation, every land,
New forms of order rise with an ‘iron hand’.
The ancient hunger wearing modern skin,
Still whispers, “Let the grand design begin.”
The global village calls with velvet tone,
Yet every soul must fear becoming stone.
A thousand screens reflect a single face,
While ‘consequences’ keep everyone in place.
Remember old black-and-white dreams at night,
Where every smile concealed another fight?
The Village watched, while ‘numbers’ ruled the day,
And no one ‘truly ever!’ – walked away.
TURN IT UP!….. Can you hear that distant drone?
A ghost in steel, a kingdom overthrown,
The city lights are humming out a spell,
And freedom’s bell is ringing faint as hell.
That ‘hotel song’ still echoes through the years,
Sweet melodies entangled with our fears.
“You may check out when twilight starts to fall,
But some believe you never leave at all”.
And Lennon cried for peace beneath the sun,
Before this wired-up century had begun.
He sang of walls collapsing into dust,
Before we learned how deeply! … systems trust!
So hear that trumpet cutting through the haze,
Not fire from Heaven, but these latter days.
Or maybe ancient scribes in coded rhyme,
Saw empires built from signals over time.
TURN IT UP!….. Can you hear that distant drone?
A ghost in steel, a kingdom overthrown,
The city lights are humming out a spell,
And freedom’s bell is ringing faint as hell.
RISE UP! Don’t surrender heart and mind,
Leave manufactured certainties behind.
For freedom dies when questions lose their spark,
And easy roads all vanish in the dark.
Stand tall, stand loud, let living voices ring.
No algorithm owns the songs we sing.
The future’s not a prison carved in stone.
While human souls refuse! … to kneel alone.
THINK!! ‘Sonic Weaponry Trials’ …. Back in the 90’s in the UK, the Gov’t gave the OK to let council’s use ‘Sonic Targeting’ that only affected under 20’s .. This was being played in shopping centres/malls/ etc where teenagers met and caused a public nuisance! … Remember TOO! That this was W.E.F Poster-Boy’s period as Prime Minister of the UK (1997+)
‘Sonic Targeting’ has also been used for ‘crowd control’ in other parts of the world … The technology is OUT of Pandora’s Box – It can’t be put back! – But it CAN be used to CONTROL! or Socially Hypnotise/Indoctrinate any country, population, community – At Will – The fact that the sound is being broadcast in many different countries would concur that the Globalist Elite are about ready to STUN! Us ALL – into Submission – So that they can imprison us all in ‘The Global Village’
Did You watch ‘The Prisoner’ in the 60’s? … Did you listen to ‘Hotel California’ in the 70’s? Or John Lennnon in the 80’s?? .. If SO! – You KNOW! Where we’re ALL heading. …. And it ain’t a place of Freedom & Fun – It’s a life RULED by ‘Consequences’ …
That sound IS the ‘Warning Trumpet’ but NOT! The one described in the scriptures … Unless! – They are writing in CODE! .. Which could WELL be the CASE! ….
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Including Your Freedom! Your Freedom To Spend Your Own Money On What You Like, When You Like, And Where You Like.
“Keep it in our hands, let the people choose, A thousand different pathways, a thousand different views, Together we are stronger when every voice can clash— And every choice remains, including cash”.
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Everybody’s moving at the speed of light,
Tapping little screens in the middle of the night,
But when the signal fades and the system lets go,
There’s an old friend standing that we all still know.
No passwords needed, no batteries to charge,
No complicated network run by someone large,
From the city lights to a country lane,
Cash keeps rolling through sunshine and rain.
For the young, the old, for every woman and man,
It’s a simple kind of freedom everybody understands.
Keep it in our hands, keep it in our hearts,
Don’t let a trusted way of living fall apart,
When the world spins fast and the future takes a dash,
There’s still something powerful in a pocket full of cash.
Keep it in our hands, let the people choose,
Different roads to travel, nothing left to lose,
Side by side with progress, standing strong and proud,
Cash is part of every voice within the crowd.
Helping little businesses open every day,
Keeping more of what they earn along the way,
Giving everyone a chance to take their place,
No matter who they are or what they have to face.
When the lights go out and the weather turns wild,
Cash keeps working, steady as a smile,
No waiting for approval, no delay in sight,
Just a fair exchange and everything’s alright.
Through the highs and lows, through the calm and storm,
It’s been there beside us in every shape and form.
Keep it in our hands, keep it in our hearts,
Don’t let a trusted way of living fall apart,
When the world spins fast and the future takes a dash,
There’s still something powerful in a pocket full of cash.
Keep it in our hands, let the people choose,
Different roads to travel, nothing left to lose,
Side by side with progress, standing strong and proud,
Cash is part of every voice within the crowd.
It’s not about the past, it’s not about the fight,
It’s about keeping every option shining bright,
A little more resilience, a little more control,
A little more connection for every living soul.
Keep it in our hands, keep it in our hearts,
Every generation playing its own part,
Moving toward tomorrow while respecting what will last,
Building for the future without erasing the past.
Keep it in our hands, let the people choose,
A thousand different pathways, a thousand different views,
Together we are stronger when every voice can clash—
And every choice remains, including cash.
Keep it in our hands,
A pocket full of freedom,
A pocket full of cash.
Keeping cash available alongside digital payment options can provide a number of benefits for individuals, businesses, and society. Here are ten commonly cited positive reasons:
1. **Financial Inclusion**
* Cash allows people without bank accounts, smartphones, or access to digital payment systems to participate fully in the economy.
* This can include elderly people, low-income households, migrants, and vulnerable groups.
2. **Reliability During Outages**
* Cash continues to work when power failures, internet outages, cyberattacks, or payment network disruptions occur.
* It provides a resilient backup during emergencies.
3. **Privacy and Personal Freedom**
* Cash transactions generally do not create detailed digital records of purchases.
* Many people value the ability to make lawful purchases without extensive data collection.
4. **Budgeting and Spending Control**
* Physically handling money can help people track spending and avoid overspending.
* Some households use cash envelopes or similar methods to manage finances effectively.
5. **Support for Small Businesses**
* Cash transactions can reduce payment processing fees that businesses often pay on card transactions.
* This can be particularly beneficial for small independent retailers.
6. **Accessibility for All Ages and Abilities**
* Not everyone is comfortable with apps, online banking, or digital payment technology.
* Cash remains a simple and familiar payment method.
7. **Economic Resilience**
* Maintaining a cash infrastructure ensures the economy has multiple payment options rather than relying on a single system.
* Diversification reduces systemic risk.
8. **Immediate Settlement**
* Cash payments are completed instantly without concerns about declined cards, processing delays, chargebacks, or technical errors.
* Both buyer and seller know the transaction is complete.
9. **Emergency Preparedness**
* During natural disasters, severe weather events, or other crises, cash can be crucial when electronic payment systems are unavailable.
* Many emergency planners recommend keeping some cash on hand.
10. **Public Trust and Choice**
* Keeping cash available preserves consumer choice.
* People can decide for themselves whether they prefer cash, cards, mobile payments, or a combination of methods.
### In Summary
Cash serves as a backup payment system, promotes inclusion, protects privacy, and provides resilience during emergencies and technical failures. Even in increasingly digital economies such as the United Kingdom, many policymakers, consumer groups, and central banks argue that maintaining access to cash helps ensure that everyone can participate in economic life regardless of their circumstances. But What They SAY And Their Actual Intentions Are Miles Apart!
Behind The Emerald Curtain Of Oz – Where The ‘Globalist Elite’ Rule Us – Plans have been drawn up to RID The World Of CASH! – Everyone Will Have A Digital ID Linked To Their ‘Social Behaviour Credits’ Account.
Mis-Behave, Step Out Of Line, Criticise The Government, Not Find A Job, etc; etc: You will find ALL Of Your Monthly Credits GONE! With Just a ‘Click’ From The AI Machine That Has Been Monitoring You.
You’ll Have No Savings Anyway, So You’ll Only Lose What You Earned That Month, But Try Living Without Money For 2 or 3 Weeks, You probably Won’t Mis-Behave Again Will You? … Hmmmm??
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This song/poem has that unmistakable pub-rant energy about it—full of conviction, colourful metaphors, and enough strong opinions to keep three generations arguing until closing time. And to be fair, British political satire has always thrived on exactly that style—from the old music halls to newspaper cartoonists to late-night comedians. There’s a long tradition of taking a serious grievance and wrapping it in wit, rhyme, and a bit of cheek.
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Remember the Piper on the hill,
Playing tunes with iron will,
Promising dreams of golden light,
While shadows gathered in the night.
He sang of progress, bold and grand,
A brighter future for the land,
Yet many claimed the price too high,
As old traditions passed them by.
The roads were opened far and wide,
New currents swept the nation’s tide,
The wires hummed through every town,
As barriers slowly tumbled down.
The gamblers found a glowing screen,
The merchants chased the endless green,
The fortune wheel spun day and night,
Beneath the pale electric light.
The borders stretched, the gates swung free,
A changing shore beside the sea,
Some cheered the dawn of something new,
While others feared what might ensue.
The coffers filled with growing gold,
Or so the stories often told,
And every pound that found its way,
Helped keep the message on display.
The banners waved, the slogans flew,
The faithful praised the vision too,
The spin machines turned round and round,
With polished words and polished sound.
The ‘old clubs’ met in candle glow,
Discussing how the world should go,
The thinkers mapped tomorrow’s plan,
And drew new futures for the clan.
Yet critics watched with troubled eyes,
Beneath the ever-changing skies,
They mourned the things they knew were lost,
And counted up the hidden cost.
They spoke of freedom, law, and pride,
Of mighty rivers running wide,
Of lessons handed through the years,
And strengthened by both sweat and tears.
“Remember well,” the voices cry,
“Ask not the what! – but ask the why!,”
For every age will write its page,
And every dream may set the stage.
So history walks its winding way,
Through praise and blame from day to day,
And every Piper, soon or late,
Must answer to the hands of fate.
Remember! ‘The Blair Warrior’ was the ‘Pied-Piper’ who led and enabled the open road for; ‘Online Porn’ … ‘Online Gambling’ … And … ‘Unlimited Immigration’ in Great Britain in the late nineties – just for starters – All for Money – That the Socialist Cause could spend More & More on it’s OWN ‘Promotion-Spin-Machine’ … AKA; Momentum! – Remember Momentum? Best Buddies with ‘The Fabian Society’ who in turn are Blair Warrior’s Mentors! .. Sounds like a good Fiction Novel EH?? … Such a shame it’s a ‘Non-Fiction-Handbook’ on HOW to bring down the Nation that GAVE the World ‘Civilization’ and ‘Freedom’ as well as ‘Law & Order’ etc; etc; … NOW! Sadly all evaporated at the hands of the Communist ‘Socialism’ – AKA: “The Politics Of SPITE!” ….
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