#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.

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Copyright © Peter Moring  2026

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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 Rise Of – ‘The Enforcer’ – Jack-Boot-Warriors

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Why are more children, more adults today,
Shaking with fear in a world gone astray?
Is “anxiety rising” a natural tide,
Or a mark of control that they cannot hide?

Do labels of illness give “lesser” a name,
A category built for control and for shame?
Are governments pushing our buttons too hard,
Forcing compliance, erasing the scarred?

In thirty years past, the councils have grown,
Enforcers emerging with powers well known.
From traffic to litter, new titles arise,
Each one a warden with watchful eyes.

Daily we walk, yet we’re never alone,
For fines wait in shadows where rules have been sown.
Slip once with your coffee, your child drops a sweet,
The Jackboots are waiting to pounce on the street.

Filmed in the shadows, they skulk for their prey,
Salivating for errors to fine on the day.
If you turn from their judgment, resist or walk on,
They’ll chase you to doorsteps until you’re undone.

Who gave such power to these Little Hitlers?
Not by election, not by the voters.
Uniforms merging with police in disguise,
A trick of the mind, a game for our eyes.

Once trust in the Bobby was part of our land,
Now officers walk with no helping hand.
Respect is dissolving, replaced now with fear,
The lines have been blurred, the purpose unclear.

Subservience taught in the classroom’s domain,
Obedience drilled in the national brain.
With fines, prison cells, and humiliation,
They tighten the chains of a docile nation.

Enforcers are tools of the puppeteers’ scheme,
To fracture our trust and dismantle the dream.
Hate for the police then grows by design,
The Perfect Storm rising, all planned, all aligned.

Martial Law waiting, the uniforms near,
The PACE card of power enforcing our fear.
Homes open for entry, objections erased,
Consequences delivered, dissenters displaced.

And TV distracts with its glossy charades,
Police chasing joy-riders in loud cavalcades.
A circus of waste, a spectacle staged,
To brand them as fools while the system’s engaged.

Do you see now the path where this story will go?
A world under watch, where freedom runs slow.
For the price of compliance is liberty’s fall—
And you, Friend – Are under the Eye – After all.

Catch Ya Later ………..

 

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