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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 Final Death-Throws Of A Drowning GB

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In eighty-two the island roared and would not bow or bend,
A lion hearted nation stood and fought the storm to end.
Its iron voice was crowned with praise, then cast aside in shame,
By smiling hands with sharpened knives that praised, then broke her name.

She fell beneath the altar stone where party banners waved,
And from that day a single creed in borrowed colours reigned.
They wrapped their chains in velvet words and called the burden gain,
Promised gold in every palm while fastening the chain.

They flung the gates of chance abroad and called it freedom’s spin,
Where foreign tables feasted fat while Britain paid to grin.
They poured out easy silver loans with honey on the tongue,
And sold a thousand paper dreams to old alike and young.

A house for all, they sweetly sang, with keys for every hand,
Though every brick was owned by debt and mortgaged to the land.
The ink was thin, the rules were soft, the ledgers opened wide,
And hollow wealth in borrowed clothes came swaggering in with pride.

They built new banks for every fool to gamble on a name,
And taught the poor that credit was a shortcut into fame.
Then came the chant of “Uni! Uni!” rising like a drum,
As if a gown and borrowed words made wisdom surely come.

A parchment for the half-awake, a promise stamped and sealed,
They marched the young through lecture halls like wheat across a field.
They fed the mills with subsidy, cried “Expand! Expand! Expand!”
And scattered golden bait like seed on every eager hand.

“What possibly could fail?” they laughed beneath the painted trap,
Then sprung the jaws and watched the dream collapse in one loud snap.
The goalposts did not merely move, they burned them where they stood,
And left the ash of broken trade where once stood honest wood.

Then debt became the daily bread, and failure filled the cup,
One faction fled the sinking deck, the next sped madness up.
They named it “Austerity,” cold and neat, necessity by name,
And used the crash of banking halls to mask the greater blame.

Yet still the screws were tightened more, the noose was pulled in turn,
Till all could feel the nation choke and all could see it burn.
Then came the plague, the shuttered streets, the warnings barked in dread,
“Obey, comply, do not step out, or suffer fear instead.”

They pressed the boot on purse and mind and called the bruises care,
Till common folk began to smell the rot behind the air.
They cried for change, but change returned in different mask and tie,
The selfsame choir in altered coats still singing lullaby.

Now ledgers bleed and morals crack beneath the weight of lies,
A sponsored hand still grips the throat while truth grows dim in eyes.
Great Britain gasps in strangled dusk with but a kick or two,
Still drowning in the final throes beneath a fading blue.

In 1982 Great Britain stood it’s ground against a hostile force and WON.
The Leader of this Great Nation was rewarded with a knife in the back by those she though of as friends and supporters.

She was very soon after slain on the alter of the socialist ‘Uni-Party’ which has been in control from that day to this – April 2026.
As a result we were given ‘gifts’ by the uni-party to ‘help’ us achieve wealth and great personal success.

Access to much higher Gambling winnings, made so much easier by opening UP the UK to international Gambling platforms that couldn’t be hosted in their native country’s.

We were given loans at near zero interest rates, self-certified 100% +++ mortgages so that everyone and anyone could own their own home.
(Though with a mortgage, it’s never really your OWN home until you pay that very last payment).
New Bank accounts could be opened by anyone, even with a very low credit rating.

We were also offered and almost Guaranteed University placements, whether you had a Brain or only Half! A Brain. Education was the Buzz-Word at the time, and it was repeated as MANY times as possible so that Everyone soon realised that ‘Uni’ was the ONLY way to GO!

Businesses were subsidised fantastically! So that they could EXPAND-Expand-EXPAND! Subsidies in place if You set-up in designated areas WHAT! Could go WRONG!??

Well – Once We all strolled into ‘The Socialists Rat-Trap’ With promises of Personal and Business Success For ALL! … We very soon found out! When they not only MOVED the goal posts – They Burnt them to the ground. Creating DEBT and FAILURE for everyone! Until the current regime resigned leaving the other half of the ‘Uni-Party’ to accelerate the decline even faster using ‘Austerity’ as it’s ‘necessity default’ Using the Banking Collapse as the perfect excuse!

Gradually, everything STILL got WORSE! Until another excuse was found to Beat Us ALL To The FLOOR! Financially and Mentally – Yes! A Pandemic was going to almost complete the job with it’s lock-downs and very official warnings of “Do Not Do This! And That! – Or there WILL Be Consequences!”

Until the public smelt! The RAT! And demanded Change! Back! To the previous half of the ‘Uni-Party’ Who proceeded to DRIVE Great Britain towards a financially bankrupt society, and a Morally bankrupt Administration, which has an ‘Elephant Strangle-Hold’ on the Nation they have been Sponsored – To DESTROY! … Great Britain .. Dying from Strangulation, with only a couple more Kicks LEFT! – Until DEATH is inevitable.

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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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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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