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.

Copyright © Peter Moring  2026

 

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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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!

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Copyright © Peter Moring  2025

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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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