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#TheWarOnMotorists

The War on motorists is regularly fobbed off as ‘conspiracy theorist fodder’ but is in fact a genuine war instigated by socialist governments, especially Britain, to try and force motorists off of the road by the use of stealth taxes and a denial of ‘the freedom to roam’ which aligns beautifully with the fifteen minute city concept.

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The cry “war on motorists” they laugh away as lore,
Yet many feel the pressure rising heavier than before.
They say it’s just a theory whispered loud upon the street,
But drivers feel the tightening grip beneath their turning seat.

Stealthy tolls and levies climb like shadows in the night,
While freedom of the open road grows fainter in its light.
The promise of the roaming lane once wide beneath the sky,
Now bends to maps of minutes where the boundaries draw nigh.

Some picture darker futures drawn from novels grim and cold,
Where watchful towers and quiet rules keep every pathway controlled.
A world where power gathers high in hands of chosen few,
And movement must be granted like a pass you must renew.

For rulers fear a restless crowd that wanders where it will,
So roads become the quiet place where freedoms they can still.
When travel costs a fortune and each mile is under scan,
The road belongs to wealth alone, not to the working man.

And debt becomes the bridle bit that keeps the driver tame,
A fine for every slip or sign, a letter full of blame.
Licences hang by fragile threads that any rule can sever,
A bureaucratic hammer poised to fall whenever.

Across the towns new numbers bloom upon the roadside sign,
Twenty here and thirty there in ever-lengthening line.
A sprinkle made of penalties like glitter in the air,
That settles on the windscreen of the driver unaware.

The taxes climb like ivy round the wheels we used to trust,
And older cars are branded now as relics turned to dust.
“Non-compliant,” whispers spread through garages and yards,
As families sell the keys they loved and shuffle transit cards.

A bicycle replaces steel that once could roam afar,
And hours grow longer just to reach our work without a car.
The day begins in darkness and returns in evening’s gloom,
While crowded trains replace the quiet cabin’s little room.

Then parking turns to puzzles drawn inside a glowing screen,
With apps that spin in circles where a simple meter’s been.
The signal fades like misty rain where data should appear,
And fines arrive for elders who can’t make sense – in fear.

Councils hum like money-hoovers pulling coins from every lane,
While drivers tread through forms and codes and try to stay quite sane.
And still the whisper circles that the tightening has begun,
A war upon the motorist – that many feel is won.

The War on motorists is regularly fobbed off as ‘conspiracy theorist fodder’ but is in fact a genuine war instigated by socialist governments, especially Britain, to try and force motorists off of the road by the use of stealth taxes and a denial of ‘the freedom to roam’ which aligns beautifully with the fifteen minute city concept.

Think Gilead in ‘The Housemaids Tale’ and you have socialism to a tee. An Oligarchy in fact. Where the elite demand total subservience from all other lower classes. To achieve that, they must be able to stop all freedom of movement. All movement/travel must be monitored and strictly controlled, with only those wealthy enough being able to afford to travel by motor vehicles that are tracked and restricted, with everyone else having to use public transport under a limited ‘voucher’ scheme.

The only way to get total subservience is either to put everyone into debt, or fear of debt. With fines for virtually every action you take on a daily basis in a motor vehicle being fineable, with the added risk of losing a driving licence and permissions for travel in jeopardy, they have the perfect ‘sledgehammer’ to crush anyone, at any time.

At present in the UK, motorists are being sorely ‘tested’ with 20 mph limits and 30 mph limits springing up everywhere! With fines and loss of licences being sprinkled like fairy dust over all motorists. Road taxes that are totally unsustainable for many motorists, and penalties just for owning! ‘Net-Zero Non-Compliant’ vehicles forcing many owners to simply sell off their vehicles without the necessary funds to replace them. Leaving them totally dependant on a bicycle or pubic transport to be able to get to work to earn a basic living. Adding HOURS per week to the working day.

Then we have the parking nightmares where it is going all-digital via various app’s that often don’t even download onto many Smart-Phones, with complicated procedures and internet connectivity as random as hens teeth in many cases. The elderly, vulnerable, and those who simply do not understand modern technology finding themselves being FINED! to the hilt because they never went through the motions correctly, or in time. Many Local Council’s have adopted these parking methods and have found them to be very productive ‘Money-Hoovers’. While keeping many-many motorists floundering under debt!

The ‘Socialist Battle-Cry’ is – Keep them in debt, keep them poor, keep them at home, threaten them with consequences to demand subservience, and threaten them with homelessness to keep them productive…. The War On Motorists is very much a plan-of-action that has been active for some years now, and it’s gathering speed at an alarming pace.

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The Food-Junkie Plan-demic

When Food Becomes A Weapon To Control The Population’s Mind, Body And Soul For Monetary Gain! You Have To Wonder? – Are We Merely ‘Worker-Drones’ For The Globalist Elite!?

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Screens glow bright in evening light, their colors slick and grand,
They whisper low of dough and doughnuts shaped by hidden hand.
A thousand ads with frying pans parade in hungry streams,
To seed desire and stoke the fire that simmers in our dreams.

The burgers gleam, the cheeses steam, the sauces drip and shine,
A symphony of recipes designed to blur the line.
Between a need and greedy feed, between a meal and more,
Till appetites ignite like kites that tug forevermore.

The shows appear with smiling cheer and judges bold and loud,
They cook, compete, present the treat to captivate the crowd.
Week by week the flavors speak and lure the watchers near,
A ritual feast through glowing beast the living rooms revere.

The ovens roar, the ratings soar, the sponsors line the stage,
Each plated bite becomes a sight to anchor every age.
From couch to phone the orders flown through apps that swiftly glide,
A rider near with takeaway to place it by your side.

The wrappers tear, the scented air awakens deeper need,
The sugar sings, temptation clings like ivy to the seed.
A midnight snack becomes a stack of habits tightly wound,
Where quiet gain becomes a chain of pounds that gather round.

Meanwhile halls of sterile walls count profits tall and wide,
Where pills await each rising weight the adverts helped to guide.
Insurance tallies hidden valleys carved by modern taste,
Where claims arise from sugared skies and years of dietary waste.

The cycle spins on greased-up pins through markets vast and grand,
A tidy scheme behind the screen devised by subtle hand.
For where there’s ill there’s profit still to harvest from the pain,
And medicine will welcome in the swelling health-care chain.

The watchers sit, convinced a bit this hunger’s simply theirs,
Unaware of crafted snares that linger in the airs.
The laughter bright on cooking night distracts the quiet clue,
That every cheer draws viewers near to crave another chew.

And far beyond the studio’s glow where quiet ledgers lie,
The engines hum of markets numb beneath a profit sky.
From farm to fork the pathways cork with deals both dark and deep,
While watchers chew what they once knew was merely harmless treat.

So salivate at every plate the networks proudly show,
Where recipes and rivalries ensure the cravings grow.
A gentle spell through sight and smell that keeps the viewers fed,
Until the cost appears embossed on body, mind, and bread.

Thus glows the screen with silver sheen each hungry evening hour,
A banquet staged upon the page of profit, praise, and power.
And in that light the bites seem right, the story neatly spread,
Till health and wealth reveal the stealth that quietly was bred.

Why would any government or globalist body feel the need to instigate a ‘food-junkie’ pandemic?

Consider that the most profitable industries in the world are Big Pharma – Insurance – Health & The War Machine and You’ll have the answer staring you in the face.

But How? …. Maybe finance the global TV advertising networks to continuously promote and feature food products during peak viewing times? So that viewers will salivate and order a takeaway to be delivered by the numerous ‘delivery companies’, usually using the services of the ‘black economy’ (AKA; CHEAP!)

Maybe sponsor numerous Foodie Programmes to be shown at Peak Viewing Times to keep those mouths salivating even more!

Then why not introduce the ‘competition element’ to these programmes to make doubly sure that the viewers come back for MORE! week-after-week?
Sounds like a ‘plan-demic’ to me .. A plan to cause an obesity pandemic .. Where health will certainly deteriorate. Where Big Pharma see’s profits SOAR! As folk start claiming on their ‘Health Insurances’ to try to recover from their health issues caused by their ‘now’ food addiction.

Seems like the perfect scenario EH? … Social Hypnosis through ‘Agent TV1’ as found in ‘The Human Survival Blueprint‘ by Ven Bunce.

The Globalists, Private Billionaires, Political Figures, Big Pharma, Insurance Co’s, Health Services, All raking in the Dollars/Pounds from the unsuspecting populations of the world who just ‘think’ they like food.

OH! Did I forget the ‘War Machine’?? … WELL! They have to get their Cannon-Fodder from somewhere. Doesn’t matter if they’re fit or not, just numbers of disposable human flesh is ALL that’s required as in ‘The Universal Soldier‘ by Ven Bunce.

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The Kling-On PM

‘The Kling-On-PM’ – He Has No Power – No Morals – No Ethics – No Integrity – No Honesty – No Loyalty – No Faith – But is intent on dragging his Nation to the ‘Pit-Of-Hell’ To hand over his Nation to the highest Socialist Bidder, Lock-Stock-And Barrel – With no conscience to bother him because of his psychotic disability

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In marble halls he wears a borrowed crown,
A paper king in tattered, thin renown.
He thunders loud yet stands on hollow ground,
Where truth is lost and conscience can’t be found.

No power in the pulse behind his hand,
No moral compass pointing through the land.
No ethics lighting lanterns in the night,
No integrity to guard the right.

No honesty to steady what he swore,
No loyalty to those he led before.
No faith in roots that held the nation fast,
Just shifting shadows from a broken past.

He chants of progress, painted bold and bright,
While dimming every steadfast, guiding light.
He bargains futures, lock and stock and steel,
And signs away His Nation’s ideal.

He courts the bidder with the fattest purse,
And calls the bargain anything but curse.
The highest hand becomes his chosen guide,
As heritage is quietly set aside.

He trims the sails to any passing gale,
And calls retreat a visionary tale.
The pit he digs is lined with gilded lies,
A velvet drop beneath unwatchful eyes.

He speaks of dawn while drawing down the sun,
Proclaims the race is lost before begun.
A nation’s trust becomes a traded coin,
Its fractured voice too scattered to rejoin.

No conscience knocks upon his guarded door,
No shame seeps through the polished palace floor.
If madness whispers, he mistakes it crown,
And wears delusion like a sacred gown.

He brands dissent as treachery and sin,
Yet hears no riot raging from within.
The people watch the pageant and the flame,
And slowly learn the cost of gilded shame.

For kingdoms fall when leaders lose their core,
And empty hearts demand a little more.
When power masks a void too dark to tell,
The road descends, stone by stone, toward hell.

Please ponder on the following story. As if it’s a continuation of the poem above.

**The Chancellor of Purgatory **

In the neon-lit capital of Purgatory, beneath a sky webbed with surveillance drones and flickering propaganda streams, our Chancellor assures us that everything is under control.

He says it often.

The banners hanging from the spires of the Ministry glow with slogans about unity, progress, and collective destiny. Holographic choirs recite the virtues of compliance. Meanwhile, the grid falters, the outer districts ration oxygen, and the old Constitution – once etched in titanium beneath the Westminster floor – has been quietly sealed behind bio-metric locks “for preservation.”

The Chancellor did not seize power in a blaze of conquest. He drifted into it – buoyed by spectacle, outrage cycles, and algorithmic applause. In the early days, he promised to stabilize the fractured union. He spoke of healing the rifts between global elites and surface labourers. He promised fairness, redistribution, and a new dawn calibrated by data.

But power, as we are re-learning, is not the same as authority.

Authority rests on trust. On moral ballast. On a willingness to be constrained by something greater than oneself.

Our Chancellor governs as though such constraints are relics of a primitive age.

His cabinet is a revolving door of ‘loyal ideological bidders’. Entire sectors of the economy have been nationalised under the banner of ‘strategic solidarity’ only to be handed off to favoured consortiums whose pledges align neatly with the Ministry’s doctrine. Lock, stock, and whole industries that generations built are now absorbed into a centralized apparatus that answers not to citizens, but to a tightening circle of ‘apparatchiks’.

He calls it optimization.

Critics call it liquidation.

The free press – what remains of it – has been reclassified as ‘destabilising infrastructure’ Independent guilds are audited into submission. Regional mayors who resist policy directives find their security clearances revoked and their reputations shredded by coordinated disinformation swarms.

Through it all, the Chancellor smiles in augmented broadcasts, his voice soulless, his gaze steady. He frames dissent as sabotage. He frames consolidation as compassion. He frames surrender as strategy.

There is something unnerving about the absence behind his rhetoric. No moral hesitation. No public grappling with unintended consequences. When a food-distribution AI malfunction left three counties in blackout and famine, he described it as a “necessary recalibration.” When veterans of past Wars protested the dismantling of their pension system, he suggested their expectations were “outdated artifacts.”

It is not merely policy that troubles many of us. It is the vacuum. Where voices are ignored at best – Or Silenced!

A leader can be wrong and still be grounded in principle. But what happens when principle itself is negotiable? When loyalty flows only upward? When truth bends to expedience? The result is not governance – it is drift – It is an Oligarchy.

And drift, in any space, is dangerous.

Here was once a beacon! – A messy, argumentative, vibrant democracy that spanned continents and colonies. We were imperfect, but anchored. Now, as assets are consolidated and dissent recoded as deviance, the trajectory feels less like reform and more like descent.

No tyrant ever announces a march toward the abyss. They call it renewal. They call it equity. They call it the future.

But if a nation trades its conscience for comfort, its institutions for immediacy, and its liberty for luminous promises projected across the night sky, it should not be surprised to find the ground giving way beneath its feet and Dystopia appearing ever clearly on the horizon.

The question is no longer whether the Chancellor has power.

The question is whether we remember that, ultimately, WE! DO!

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Cloud-Buster Or Climate-Change

You may or may not remember Kate Bush’s ‘Cloud-Busting’ … The ‘Elite’ have been able to control Rain since 1953 … Do You REALLY THINK! All of the rain being experienced in MANY parts of the world just now (February 2026) is all Coincidence! – Or Climate-Change!?

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You may recall Cloud-busting drifting through the air,
A beating heart, a humming wire, a scientist’s prayer.
A machine to pull the rain from a stubborn sky,
To make the storm clouds gather, to make the dry fields cry.

But since nineteen fifty-three, so whispers the tale,
An ‘Elite!’ learned how to tip the atmospheric scale.
To herd the clouds like cattle across the dome of blue,
And loose the floods – where once clear sunlight grew.

Do you really think the deluge is chance alone?
When rivers burst their banks and the wild winds moan?
When many lands are drowning all at once in rain,
Is it climate-Change, or a calculated chain?

They call it change of climate, a warming sphere,
But some cry ‘geo-engineering’ working in the rear.
Political levers pulling thunder’s rein,
Power wrapped in lightning, influence in rain.

Fields once gold with harvest – now sinking in the mud,
Nutrients leached out by a weaponized flood.
Soil turned sour – where the green shoots fail,
And cattle grow thin – where the farmers wail.

Sheep on the hillside with hunger in their eyes,
Watching as another season dies.
Farming collapses from continent to shore,
Barn doors swinging on a hope no more.

Meanwhile the air feels heavy in the chest,
A tightening breath that will not rest.
Lungs inflamed in the dampened breeze,
Whispers of .C.O.P.D. on the coughing seas.

Fungal phantoms ride in misty air,
Invisible spores settling everywhere.
Debilitating infections, silent and slow,
Bloom where the engineered rainfalls go.

Then comes the warning on every screen,
A new declared crisis, unseen.
Pandemic language rolling like drums,
Lockdowns ordered as the darkness comes.

Masks return like a uniformed tide,
Vaccinations mandated far and wide.
And voices rise from a global throne,
Policies etched in bureaucratic stone.

The W. H. O speaks with urgent tone,
Guidelines cast across each zone.
While socialist governments echo the call,
Claiming it’s safety for one and all.

Coincidence, climate, or hidden hand,
A storm of questions sweeps the land.
Between the thunder and the refrain,
We stand and wonder at the falling rain.

In 1985, Kate Bush released ‘Cloud-Busting’ — a song inspired by the dream of drawing rain from an empty sky. It told the story of invention, belief, and the audacity to imagine that humanity could influence the weather itself. At the time, it felt poetic, even whimsical. Today, for many people around the world watching unprecedented rainfall patterns unfold, the idea no longer feels like fantasy. It feels unsettlingly plausible.

Across multiple continents, communities are experiencing relentless downpours, catastrophic flooding, and unseasonal storms. Governments and major institutions consistently attribute these events to climate change — a complex, long-term shift in global weather patterns driven largely by industrial emissions. Climate science certainly supports the reality of a warming planet and its destabilizing effects. Yet for some observers, the scale, timing, and concentration of certain weather events raise deeper questions.

The concept of geo-engineering — deliberate, large-scale intervention in Earth’s climate systems — is no longer confined to conspiracy forums or speculative fiction. Academic institutions openly research solar radiation management, cloud seeding, and atmospheric aerosol injection as potential tools to counteract warming. Cloud seeding, in particular, has been in experimental use since the mid-20th century. While typically presented as a method to alleviate drought or enhance snowfall, its existence proves one thing clearly: human beings can, at least to some extent, influence precipitation.

This reality fuels a more troubling suspicion in some circles — that weather manipulation could be weaponized or politically leveraged. Heavy, sustained rainfall can devastate agriculture. When fields are flooded repeatedly, soil nutrients are washed away. Crops fail. Livestock suffer from malnutrition. Local farming economies collapse. Food scarcity increases dependency on centralized supply chains.

Whether intentional or not, extreme weather has undeniable geopolitical consequences. THINK! Bill Gates War Against Farms and Farmers Worldwide, and The UK Net Zero Madness that is prepared to accept and go along with the ludicrous INTENT by Evil Minds.

Simultaneously, prolonged damp conditions can create fertile environments for respiratory illnesses and fungal growth. Increased humidity and mold exposure are known contributors to lung inflammation and chronic conditions such as COPD. In a world already sensitized by recent global health crises, rising illness rates — whatever their cause — can trigger renewed calls for emergency measures. International bodies like the ‘World Health Organization’ – W.H.O. – carry enormous influence in shaping global responses to public health threats, often working in alignment with national governments.

It is important to be clear: there is no verified evidence that a coordinated global program is deliberately engineering rainfall to destroy farms or induce illness. Extraordinary claims require extraordinary proof. However, the growing openness around geo-engineering research, combined with visible climate instability and heightened political polarization, creates fertile ground for public distrust.

What lies at the heart of these concerns is not merely weather — it is transparency. People want assurance that powerful technologies are not being deployed without public knowledge or consent. They want confidence that all crises — environmental or medical — are addressed proportionately and ethically. They want clarity in an era saturated with information yet starved of trust.

Whether one views extreme rainfall as the accelerating consequence of climate change or fears undisclosed manipulation, the deeper issue is accountability. The sky above us feels less predictable than ever. In times like these, open scientific dialogue, independent oversight, and informed public discourse are not luxuries — they are necessities.

Rain has always carried symbolism: renewal, destruction, cleansing, sorrow. Today it also carries questions….. ????

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The Extinction Of The UK Cabbie

Council owned self drive taxi’s in the UK are the Future of the taxi industry with Autonomous taxi’s under government control.
Council run transport services will Impact taxi drivers nationally, who will be offered ‘Universal Basic Income’ as compensation using the ‘Social credit system’ that concerns all of the UK. The End of private hire taxis in the UK looks ominous.
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The engines hum without a hand, no driver at the wheel
A quiet shift across the land, a future forged in steel
They say it’s progress, say it’s clean, say trust the greater good
But every road’s got tolls unseen, misunderstood

Council badges on the doors, fares wired to the state
Public purse now owns the wheels, centralised and great
Paid for by the working folk, taxed before they ride
Ownership redefined, independence denied

The cabbies watch from kerb’s they knew,
keys cold in their hands
Years of graft erased by code
and council master plans

“Don’t worry friend,” the slogan goes,
“You’ll still be fed somehow”
A basic wage for basic lives,
conditional on how

Behave, comply, keep your score high, smile for the screen
Morality now quantified, algorithmic and clean
Work once meant pride and choice and risk, a stake in what you earn
Now it’s credits, points and promises, lessons left to learn

The cabbies watch from kerb’s they knew,
keys cold in their hands
Years of graft erased by code
and council master plans

Contracts signed in private rooms, suits exchange their nods
Consultants feast on public funds and call it acts of gods
Brown envelopes may change their form, but not their use or aim
Bonuses bloom where shadows meet, just dressed in legal name

They sell it as equality, as justice for us all
But power loves a single hand, a unified control
Competition fades to dust, options thin and slow
When one voice drives the whole damn road, where else are you to go?

The cabbies watch from kerb’s they knew,
keys cold in their hands
Years of graft erased by code
and council master plans

They say there is no other way, no path we haven’t tried
That socialism’s the only shore on this advancing tide
So rest easy, citizen, let the system steer
Just don’t ask who’s choosing routes—or who disappears

The cabbies watch from kerb’s they knew,
keys cold in their hands
Years of graft erased by code
and council master plans

Copyright © Peter Moring 2026

Council-Owned Self-Drive Taxis:
The Future of Transport or the End of Competition?

Whisper it quietly—or shout it from the rooftops—but council-owned, self-drive taxi fleets operating across the UK may be far closer than many people realise. Within just a few years, we could see a fundamental shift in how local transport operates, who controls it, and where the money ultimately ends up. And no, this won’t be about convenience or innovation. It will be about power, control, and revenue.

Under the banner of “modernisation” and “public good,” councils could soon roll out their own fleets of autonomous or self-drive taxis. Unlike today’s private hire vehicles or independently owned taxis, every fare collected would go straight into council coffers. The justification? Councils already subsidise transport, manage roads, and regulate the industry—so why not own it outright?

The catch, of course, is who pays upfront. Council tax payers. Local authorities would use public funds to purchase as many vehicles as required to replace private hire operators entirely. The small business owners, the self-employed drivers, the family-run firms that have survived decades of regulation, rising fuel costs, and platform monopolies? Gradually squeezed out. Competition quietly removed.

And what happens to the existing taxi drivers? We’re told not to worry. Universal Basic Income will save the day. A guaranteed “basic wage” to live on—assuming, of course, your social credit score is acceptable. Work becomes optional, compliance becomes essential, and independence becomes a relic of the past.

Meanwhile, the uncomfortable questions remain unanswered. Who wins the contracts? Who manages the fleets? Who profits from procurement, maintenance, software, and data collection? History suggests that when large public projects appear suddenly and universally “approved,” there’s often a familiar cast behind the scenes. The so-called “back-hand gang,” rewarded not for innovation, but for loyalty. Brown envelopes may no longer be literal, but bonuses, consultancies, and revolving-door appointments achieve the same outcome.

Supporters will argue this is socialism in action—public ownership for public benefit. But critics see something else entirely: the steady consolidation of power into fewer hands, wrapped in comforting language about fairness and safety. An oligarchy disguised as equality. Choice reduced, competition eliminated, and dependence normalised.

This isn’t a debate about technology. Self-drive vehicles are coming whether we like it or not. The real question is who controls them, who profits, and who loses their livelihood in the process. When the state becomes the employer, the service provider, and the regulator all at once, accountability tends to vanish.

We’re told this is the only option. That resistance is futile. That socialism is the answer to every problem it creates. Perhaps. Or perhaps it’s time to ask whether “public good” is being used as a convenient excuse for centralised control—before the steering wheel is taken out of our hands entirely.

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It’s A UK Christmas 2025

Great Britain has been sent into Free-Fall! – First! By The Tony Blair Socialist Uni-party Establishment in 1997 – Continued by the “Tory” party masquerading as ‘Conservatives’ under David Cameron & Co – Now! – By Keir Starmer’s Labour/Socialist/Uni-Party – It’s Feared by MANY that we’ve fallen too FAR into the Hell! Called Socialism to climb back out of .. You listen, read & Decide for Yourself.

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It’s Christmas 2025
Not feeling it this year.
A Socialist UK Government
Makes everything so dear.

Pubs all closing one by one
No more laughing, no more fun.
Just Foodie Houses, cold and Baron,
no laughter there, just food, no manners.

No driving to see our friends and family,
Roadworks now make it an impossibility.
Spending hours untold on a gridlocked road
Makes any journey a heavy load.

‘The War On Motorists’
Folks all smile.
Don’t be so stupid….
Hmmm?? – Not smiled in a while!

Freedom to travel now curtailed,
As the ‘Socialist Crowd’ have us trailed.
Watching with cameras high on poles,
To see just HOW! We’re being ‘Controlled!’

Now Social Media comes to our aid,
As we chat with each other unafraid.
But WAIT! – What’s THAT!? – A Knock on the door?
We’ve said something WRONG! – That’s for SURE!

Police, once servants, to protect and uphold,
Our Justice, Our Freedom, Our Safety we’re told.
But nothing now could be further from Gospel!
As this Socialist Cult! Is no longer ‘Social!’

In days gone by, justice was weak.
But the UK delivered, and the world did seek.
But NOW it’s gone backwards, to days of Yore.
Justice? – Not Here! – Not Any More!

So See How We Suffer on this Sceptic Isle.
Once known as ‘The Greatest!’ for a very long while.
But now viewed worldwide as Weak, with no freedom,
Great Britain has slipped into SATAN’s Kingdom!

So Christmas now has LOST all of it’s Cheer!
No Laughter, Joking with friends and some Beer.
Now checking each morning, through the day too!
On Twitter, to see what Hell has brought NEW!

Copyright © Peter Moring 2025

Christmas has always been a time of warmth in the UK — a season of laughter in pubs, long drives to see family, spirited debates over a pint, and the comforting sense that, whatever our differences, we were free to live our lives largely as we chose. But for many people, Christmas 2025 feels very different.

There’s a growing sense that the joy has been drained from everyday life. The cost of living continues to bite, and what once felt like small pleasures now feel out of reach. Pubs that were once the heartbeat of local communities are closing at an alarming rate, replaced by sterile, characterless venues where connection feels transactional rather than human. The laughter, the banter, the shared stories — they’re becoming memories rather than experiences.

Even travelling, something most of us take for granted, has become a source of frustration. Endless roadworks, traffic schemes, and restrictions mean that visiting friends or family can feel like a test of endurance. Journeys that once took an hour now consume entire afternoons, turning what should be moments of togetherness into exercises in patience and stress. The so-called “war on motorists” might be laughed off by some, but for many it feels very real.

Underlying all of this is a deeper unease: the sense that freedom itself is slowly being eroded. Cameras watch from poles, data is collected constantly, and the feeling of being monitored has crept into everyday life. The freedom to move, to speak, and to live without scrutiny no longer feels guaranteed.

Social media was once an escape — a place to share opinions, frustrations, and humour with like-minded people. But even that space now feels precarious. Say the wrong thing, question the wrong policy, or voice the wrong opinion, and suddenly the knock on the door doesn’t feel so far-fetched. Whether real or perceived, fear has a way of silencing voices.

Perhaps most troubling of all is the loss of trust in institutions that were once held sacred. The police, the justice system, and the rule of law were long seen as pillars of British society. Today, many feel those pillars are cracking. Justice seems inconsistent, accountability feels selective, and the values that once defined the nation appear blurred.

This Christmas, for some, the decorations are still up and the lights still shine — but the cheer feels forced. Instead of anticipation, people wake up checking the news or social feeds, bracing themselves for the next announcement, restriction, or controversy.

The UK was once admired around the world as a symbol of freedom, resilience, and fairness. Whether that reputation can be reclaimed remains to be seen. For now, Christmas 2025 serves as a moment of reflection — not just on what has been lost, but on what many still hope can be restored……..

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UK – Health And Safety – Satanic Control

A Poem, Song and Article explaining just HOW ‘Health & Safety’ has diminished our standard of living in Great Britain and brought Us to Our knees ‘financially’ as a Nation – On Purpose!

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The builders felt it first they say,
A shadow creeping in – one fateful day.
A force that claimed our freedoms – piece by piece,
Called it’s tightening chains “Health and Safety.”

A system born of rules that never end,
A costly maze no wallet can defend.
A cartel crowned with power from above,
Printing its fortune while demanding our love.

From work-sites grim to every home and street,
Its touch makes simple tasks no small feat.
Once one wage fed a family safe and sound,
But now such comfort’s rarely to be found.

Two jobs now pull tired hands apart,
Leaving childcare as the only start.
Parents watching as their newborns go
To places shaped by minds they barely know.

A world the speaker calls woke and bold,
A plan they say was drafted – long foretold.
Since ninety-seven’s shift in uk power’s hall,
A single socialist Party’s echo fills it all.

Through nurseries soft and classrooms wide,
The message flows like an incoming tide.
From junior days to halls of higher lore,
The lessons shape the minds they’re aiming for.

A culture forged in red and restless fire,
Where old beliefs are pushed into the pyre.
Through every stage this river seems to run,
Touching daughters, fathers, mothers, sons.

And “Health & Safety,” in the speaker’s view,
Is but the vessel carrying something new.
A quiet tool of order and control,
Steering the course of Britain’s soul.

So rings the tale – whether feared or true..
Of freedoms lost, and what we’re marching to.
A poem voiced from one who stands to say
The cost of Health and Safety rules grows higher every day.

Copyright © Peter Moring 2025

The Construction Industry seemed to have been the FIRST! to experience the ‘Satanic Control Over Our Freedoms’ Financed by Our-Selves!! .. AKA; ‘Health & Safety’ – They are another Cartel that is basically a ‘Licence To Print Money’ FOR Themselves while doing the ‘UniParties’ WILL! …

H&S has encroached on ALL areas of Life in the UK and beyond, making everything FAR MORE Expensive than should EVER BE! … Before H&S, One Man/Woman could earn enough to FEED, House, and Provide a comfortable Lifestyle on ONE WAGE! …

NOW!?? – It’s virtually impossible for MOST folk .. Two jobs is NOW a necessity! – Meaning Child-Care for MANY families is something they can no longer avoid! .. Many mothers/fathers are having to ‘Give Up’ the care of their ‘One-Year-Old-Baby’ into the care of a predominantly WOKE! Environment ..

All Planned Many years ago by ‘The UniParty’ in Britain that has been a Socialist Stronghold since 1997 … That Woke Indoctrination follows that child through Pre-School, Junior School, Secondary Education, College & University so that UK Society is a totally WOKE/Socialist/Communist Stronghold ..

Health & Safety being the conduit that just ‘keeps on giving’ in the CONTROL of British Society ….

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The Rising Tide Of Recycle Waste

Vast illegal waste dumps have opened up all over the UK and ‘The Department For The Environment’ and/or the Police are doing NOTHING!

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Vast dumps are rising across the UK land,
Illegal and sprawling, yet nothing is planned.
The Department, the Police, stand silent and still,
While mountains of rubbish grow over the hill.

For governments, councils, in profit’s embrace,
Turn Joe Public’s waste into cash at the gate.
Once tipping was simple—just turn up and throw,
No penalties waiting, no hoops left to know.

But greed built the fences and tightened the lock,
And organised crime stepped in quick as a shock.
Now people grow weary of rules at the site,
So they pay someone else just to “make it all right.”

Vast dumps are rising across the UK land,
Illegal and sprawling, yet nothing is planned.
The Department, the Police, stand silent and still,
While mountains of rubbish grow over the hill.

These carriers wave papers that look clean and sound,
And householders trust that their waste will be found
In legal disposal, done proper and true—
But profits are shared while the lies filter through.

Except for the neighbours who live by these mounds,
Breathing fumes from the fires, hearing lorry-wheel sounds.
Their house prices vanish, their hope turns to ash,
While crime keeps on winning its well-practised cash.

Vast dumps are rising across the UK land,
Illegal and sprawling, yet nothing is planned.
The Department, the Police, stand silent and still,
While mountains of rubbish grow over the hill.

For fines do not matter, and jail is a joke,
A brief paid vacation for criminal folk.
Yet this could be ended, the nightmare undone,
If councils and governments acted as one.

Open the tips freely, let trust be restored,
No proof at the gate, no appointments adored.
Make access as easy as ever before,
And Joe Public wouldn’t be punished for more.

Vast dumps are rising across the UK land,
Illegal and sprawling, yet nothing is planned.
The Department, the Police, stand silent and still,
While mountains of rubbish grow over the hill.

For trust is a treasure that must be regained,
And each needless burden leaves honesty strained.
The people already are battered enough—
So why must disposing of waste be so tough?

Healthy profits still could be made in the end,
Without bleeding dry every worker and friend.
If leaders stepped back from the greed they impose,
The tide of illegal waste soon would be closed.

Vast illegal waste dumps have opened up all over the UK and ‘The Department Of The Environment’ and/or the Police are doing NOTHING! – When successive UK Government’s & Council’s Decide that they’re going to make VAST! Profits out of Joe Public and treat them like Cash-Cows & MORONS at Recycle/Waste Centres – THIS!! Is the result! – Joe Public used to be able to just turn-up at a tip and THROW their waste – without! Penalty! This is the case no more! So Organised Crime has filled the void and taken OVER the task!

More and more people are now so frustrated by the ‘effort’ needed when trying to dump their waste legally, that they’re thinking “ I might just PAY somebody else to jump through the hoops” and they DO! With many of these illegal operators able to get licences/documents very easily that give them permission to carry waste, the householder is very easily fooled into believing the waste WILL be dumped legally, so the quick profit is made and the Tip Owner takes their cut, pays the OC HQ Their cut and everyone is Happy!

Except the neighbours of these illegal dumps who are having to live with the smells, the toxic fires, the lorries continuously shunting past their properties, which have lost ALL Value because of the nightmare on their doorsteps. It’s a fact! That a lot of crime does pay. The fines are irrelevant, and prison terms (If Any) are very short. They look on prison as a ‘paid vacation’.

This could ALL be STOPPED! If the Governments and Councils took back responsibility, opened up the Tips FREE! And easily accessible ‘without’ the need for appointments and PROOF! That we’re not carrying this, that, and the other at the gate. Trust! Is a valuable commodity that has to be ‘earned’. The way Tips are run nowadays destroys ALL TRUST! – These official bodies could STILL make healthy profits ‘without’ charging already Beaten-Up-Financially Joe Public.

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Grafters And Skivers

To those who continuously complain about the ‘Stay-At-Home-On-Benefits’ Society, you should take a look at it from the employers stand-point

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They grumble loud at those who stay home on state-paid rest,
Yet never pause to ask if hiring them would be for the best.
For would ‘you’ choose a soul who shirks, who scoffs at every chore,
To stand beside your livelihood and slack forevermore?

The answer rings in silence, whispered clearly as a bell,
A firm and simple ‘no’, the kind that needs no tale to tell.
So let them linger where they are, in idle clouds they roam,
While those with fire in their veins stride eager from their home.

For ‘grafters’ seeking noble paths find doorways blocked instead,
By those who take a job to dodge the tangled welfare thread.
The maze of claims and credit woes that twist the weary mind,
Would turn the stoutest spirit from the benefits they’d find.

Give labour to the willing hands that craft, improve, inspire,
Let builders, dreamers, bold creators rise and climb up higher.
Let Britain lift again with those who strive and sweat and dare,
While entrepreneurs reveal new roads that others would not share.

So do not moan or mutter when the idle stay behind,
For keeping them from hindering work, protects the driven kind.
Not every post can hold a soul in this transforming age,
For ‘AI’ shifts the landscape like a quaking, growing stage.

As future voices whisper that we’ll choose to work—or not—
We face a world reshaping fast, where effort’s seldom bought.
Yet shadows fall when leaders preach a universal dole,
A payment meant to pacify, but shrinking heart and soul.

For wealth may flow from circuits humming where machines combine,
While scraps fall down for common folk who stand in welfare lines.
And politics may weave its spells through every daily spin,
Where truth dissolves in louder lies and softer minds give in.

But still the hills are calling out to those who watch and wait,
A warning and a welcome for the march toward our fate.
So keep your spirit steady as the turning future thrills,
And find your strength among the ones who run toward the hills.

A Truth now employed by bent MP’s who shout!
“There Is NO Truth! – Biggest LIE! Wins”
Of That! We Have No Doubt!
While ‘Work For All’ is drying up
We Can’t Take Any More from an empty cup.

“To those who continuously complain about the ‘Stay-At-Home-On-Benefits’ Society, you should take a look at it from the employers stand-point – Would YOU like to have to pay a ‘lazy-good-for-nothing’ to come and work for YOU! ??
I guess the answer’s NO! then?

Best to let THOSE Folk stay at home doing nothing so that those who DO want to work, go to work and fill their potential as a fulfilled human, but find the jobs all taken up by the lazy, negative skivers who have taken a ‘job’ to avoid the MESS! that is Universal Credit – Which itself! Should put most people OFF! ever claiming a benefit of ANY kind.

Give the ‘workers’ the jobs – Give the employers, entrepreneurs, self-employed the carrot to ‘Go For It!’ – succeed – and LIFT Great Britain back to prosperity”.
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SO! Do Not Grizzle and MOAN because those who would COST! Businesses the chance to succeed – are being ‘sponsored’ to stay at home by the Proud, Ethical, Moral, Honest GRAFTERS – That WILL Lift this Nation Back! To where it belongs on the International stage … Just accept that there are NOT! enough Jobs to go round any more thanks to ‘AI’

As Elon Musk recently said – “In the future – We will ALL choose! – To Work – Or NOT To Work” .. It’s really that simple .. Although this God-Forsaken Uni-Party would have EVERYONE! on ‘UBI’ .. Taking AWAY every incentive to even BOTHER to get out of bed anymore .. AI will create the wealth that the MP’s/Oligarch’s that will RULE Us in their Oligarchy will take the ‘Giant Share’ for themselves, while the REST of us survive on the scraps called ‘Universal Basic Income’

We THINK Starmer & Co are just Witless, Vacant Vessels .. But they have learned the art of ‘Social Hypnosis’ from the MSM Mantra: … “There Is NO Truth! – Biggest LIE! Wins” … ‘The #RunToTheHills Society’ – HERE! and on @Youtube – WAITS to welcome them into the fold when their mission is completed! .. Pre- 2028 …..

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Trump – Starmer – Strength Over Platitude

Explore how Trump’s criticism of Keir Starmer spotlights Britain’s struggle over immigration, national security, and political courage. A sharp, original analysis plus a powerful poem capturing the debate’s core themes.

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In halls of power where decisions loom,
Some speak softly, tiptoeing through the gloom.
Others stride forward, unmoved by fear,
Their voices sharp, their message clear.

A nation watches with uneasy eyes,
As leaders weigh truth against polite disguise.
One calls for strength with a thunderous tone,
Another hesitates on a quieter throne.

Britain is split between China and Islam
With China Holding Financial Ransome
Islam Bullies Our Weak and Meek
Politicians Cower, The Hunters? – They Seek……

Borders tremble where intentions blur,
Where safety and mercy together stir.
A balance fragile as autumn air,
Demanding courage few leaders dare.

Trump speaks loudly, for better or worse,
Turning caution into a public curse.
He mocks the timid and praises the bold,
In language brash, unfiltered, cold.

Starmer stands measured, thoughtful, calm,
Preferring prudence over force or harm.
Yet whispers grow that the careful pace
Leaves Britain doubting his steely face.

Britain is split between China and Islam
With China Holding Financial Ransome
Islam Bullies Our Weak and Meek
Politicians Cower, The Hunters? – They Seek……

For people crave leaders who firmly stand,
Who guard the gates with a steady hand.
Not out of hatred, but duty’s claim—
To shield the innocent from hidden flame.

Humanity calls from distant lands,
From those who once fought at our command.
But chaos brews where records fade,
And shadows move in the refugee’s shade.

Thus rises the question, sharp and clear:
Will decisions be shaped by truth or fear?
Can compassion walk beside control,
Or must one yield to make the other whole?

Britain is split between China and Islam
With China Holding Financial Ransome
Islam Bullies Our Weak and Meek
Politicians Cower, The Hunters? – They Seek……

A nation waits for a sign of will,
For words that echo with iron still.
For strength need not wear a tyrant’s face,
If guided wisely with moral grace.

Whether booming loud or speaking mild,
A leader must guard both land and child.
The choice is Britain’s—to judge who stands
With courage steady in uncertain lands.

And in that choice the truth is found:
A trembling voice will not resound.
For in an age where threats grow near,
The brave must lead—the weak must steer.

Britain is split between China and Islam
With China Holding Financial Ransome
Islam Bullies Our Weak and Meek
Politicians Cower, The Hunters? – They Seek……

“Trump Challenges Starmer: Immigration, Security, and the Battle for Political Courage”

In politics, perception is often as influential as policy. That dynamic was on full display this week as Donald Trump publicly criticised UK Prime Minister Keir Starmer over Britain’s handling of Afghan migrant security concerns. Whether one agrees with Trump or not, the contrast he drew between boldness and timidity is striking—because it touches a nerve that has been exposed across Europe for years: the fear that Western governments are too unsure of themselves to confront the darker realities of modern security.

Trump’s commentary—characteristically blunt—highlighted what many voters across Britain have quietly felt but rarely hear reflected in mainstream political language: the sense that the government’s immigration policy often seems shaped more by anxiety over public backlash than by clear strategic priorities. Trump framed Starmer’s approach as hesitant, even fearful, whereas his own proposals draw from a different political instinct entirely: *projecting strength first, negotiating details later*.

Regardless of how one feels about Trump’s tone, his critique lands because the UK is still wrestling with a difficult contradiction. On the one hand, the nation maintains humanitarian commitments—especially toward Afghans who assisted British forces. On the other, security agencies have warned repeatedly about the real risks posed by individuals who may be entering the country with uncertain documentation, murky histories, or affiliations unknown even to themselves. It is not xenophobic to acknowledge this tension. It is realistic.

The problem for Starmer is not that he lacks intelligence or good intentions; it is that he sits atop a political tradition deeply uncomfortable with blunt language about security and immigration. Britain’s political class is trained to speak in cautious qualifiers, endlessly balancing optics against action. The result has been years of policies that appear to move forward and backward at the same time.

Contrast that to Trump’s style. He doesn’t hedge. He doesn’t worry about tone. And whether one sees that as refreshing or reckless, it certainly carries political weight. Many voters in both the US and UK appreciate directness—even if they reject the man delivering it.

This is where Starmer risks losing ground. His government has attempted to signal a more disciplined, more serious approach to border control than his predecessors in Labour. But seriousness must be felt, not simply announced. When security concerns arise—such as questions about Afghan arrivals whose backgrounds cannot be fully verified—the public expects a firm, decisive response. Anything less appears nervous, even weak.

None of this is an argument for shutting down refugee pathways altogether. Britain has a moral responsibility to protect those who stood with its forces, and a practical interest in supporting stability worldwide. But compassion without control is simply chaos. And control requires political courage—something Trump, for all his flaws, is rarely accused of lacking.

Ultimately, the question raised by this political clash is not whether Trump “humiliated” Starmer, but rather whether Starmer is willing to prove that Britain can be both open and strong at the same time. Voters want clarity. They want confidence. And they want to know that their leaders are more afraid of failing the public than of being criticised on social media.

Starmer does not need to imitate Trump to demonstrate resolve. But he does need to shake the lingering perception that Britain’s leaders are too nervous to confront uncomfortable truths about borders, security, and national identity. If he cannot, it will not take an American politician to embarrass him; the British electorate will handle that on its own.

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