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The Prison-Masters Marionettes

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They rise in suits with polished grin and practiced, empty praise,
Yet many never earned their bread through honest working days.
They mouth the script, they nod on cue, they bend to unseen hands,
And sell the latest polished lie as if it were ‘their’ plans.

They do not steer the ship of state, they merely paint the sails,
Repeating what the masters wrote in whispers, threats, and veils.
They call it service, call it truth, call duty to the land,
But all too often policy is puppeteered by command.

A few still bear the calloused mark of labour, grit, and strain,
Who once could grip the helm of power – and chart against the rain.
Now sidelined in the fading rows, their voices worn and thin,
They serve their towns with what remains – while hollow men still grin.

Yet through the smoke a newer breed begins to find its name,
Condemned by polished party tongues and branded into shame.
They’re called Hard Right by those who fear the loss of bought consent,
While common folk just see a will – to stand – and not relent.

They fight to save a battered isle once proud in bone and breath,
From creeping schemes in velvet gloves that smile the nation’s death.
A slow agenda, dressed as care, has tightened every chain,
And traded hearth and heritage for managed loss and pain.

Since iron rule was undercut by cowards soft and pale,
The wet and meek unstitched the seams and set the course to fail.
The creed survived in altered coats, in blue and scarlet dressed,
A single beast with painted heads – and one command impressed.

They purged the roots, removed the spine, and kept the label bright,
Till only hollow banners marched and called their left turn – right.
They passed the baton hand to hand, same engine, different paint,
And drove the U.K.P.L.C. toward the cliff with every smiling saint.

Near bankrupt ran the battered cart, near sold for foreign gold,
To waiting powers eastward-eyed and patient, sharp, and cold.
They almost sealed the final deed, they nearly locked the gate,
Till one man balked – and would not sign – the mortgage of the state.

He dropped the torch, refused the purse, stepped back from promised gain,
And left the eager zealots there to dance beneath the chain.
They marched it on with moral void and doctrinaire delight,
Believing they would rule the heap once day consumed the night.

They dream of thrones in ash and debt, of comfort bought by lies,
Still trusting those who taught deceit to crown their compromise.
But masters forged in fraud and greed keep no one safe or warm,
They feed on use, discard the spent, and bless the coming storm.

So pensions fade – and fortunes flee – and exiles cross the foam,
Not knowing every border bends – inside the same vast dome.
One prison dressed in many flags, one globe in managed grey,
You may check out whene’er you please – yet never get away.

The problem is, that MOST Politicians are ‘career politicians’ who’ve NEVER done a days work in their lives and OBEY! – ‘Their Masters Voice’ – over all else!

They Vote, Nod & Lie whichever way They’re TOLD to. MP’s are not ‘driving’ policies, they are ‘propagating’ them for their Masters .. There are a Few Grafters, Independent speakers and thinkers, who ‘used’ to have their hands on the Tiller of Power! But now find themselves irrelevant, sitting out there tenure only able to offer help and support to their constituent’s …

Luckily we DO have a new breed coming along who the ‘Uni-Party Masters’ are calling ‘Far Right’ … Which most right-minded individuals just see as RIGHT!Because They are FIGHTING to try and SAVE this ONCE Great Britain (and also The World) from the Socialist/Communist Agenda that fell into place and has been in Constant Power since Margaret Thatcher was stabbed in the back by Her Treasonous WETS! … The New Breed of politicians who are totally subservient to Their ‘Uni-Party-Masters’ … We remember during the last spell of ‘Conservative Governance’ that the Tory Elite who held all of the ‘Strings of Power’ within the party, did away with ALL of the conservative MP’s until Only TORIES were LEFT! To run with the Socialist/Communist Baton as They tried to Bankrupt UKPLC and make it Ripe! For Russia or China to just Walk Right IN and take over.

They! Got to the point where they almost succeeded! But Their latest PM actually had a Conscience! He couldn’t go through with it, and certainly didn’t need the ‘Financial Arrangement’ from his ‘Masters’ … SO! – He handed over the baton to an ever-willing bunch of Idealists who form the ‘Momentum/Labour Party’ .. THEY! Have no morals, ethics or honesty in their make-up. Following their Master’s Decree 100% Is all They’re interested in, because they will then reach their Utopia – An Oligarchy, where THEY Think! They will be Kings/Queens of the PILE!! .. They Think! The Monster will THANK them and keep them in the Financial Comfort They have been Promised!

Problem with THAT! Is! – They were told LYING is acceptable, so they LIED at every opportunity. – Their Masters are ALSO LIARS and these degenerates who are driving Us ALL into Bankruptcy will simply become Victims! Of KARMA! – And Serve Them RIGHT! – So it doesn’t matter if They STOP Our Pensions, because as a ‘Socialist Oligarchy’ We will ALL be brought DOWN to the same level of POVERTY!

The Rich and Well-Off are already Flooding abroad to safer havens until the Political Climate Changes. Not realising of course that #TheFew/#Globalists/#Masters are ‘Satan-Driven’ to turning the Whole Globe into ONE Great Mass of Communism – With Oligarchy’s – Not Nations – Being Sub-Countries and that They won’t have ESCAPED! But simply moved to a different AREA of the SAME Prison! …..

#ThePrisoner … “You Can Check-Out Any Time You Like! – But You Can NEVER Leave!” ….

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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.
This Blog Post is a ‘Political Commentary’ on a ‘probable’ UK transport policy, with a Poem/Song about Automation and Socialism.

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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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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.