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Fire in my heartbeat, dust upon my boots,
Thunder in the valleys, freedom in the roots.
Left the world behind me with the turning of the key,
The open road keeps whispering,
“You’ll always ride with me.”
Granite kings are watching from a thousand years of stone,
Out here on the moorland I am never quite alone.
Every mile reminds me what I came here searching for—
A leather-hearted wild child
Riding Dartmoor.
No chains…
No walls…
Just endless skies above.
No rules…
No crown…
Just the places that I love.
Hey!
Raise your hands into the sky!
We were born to live, not born to die!
Wind in our faces, fire in our souls,
Running with the thunder where the wild wind blows!
Whoa-oh…
Nothing’s gonna own me anymore!
Whoa-oh…
Hear me roaring with the moor!
Ride forever…
Free forever…
Hear these old hills call my name—
A leather-hearted wild child,
And I’ll never be the same!
Church bells keep on ringing but they cannot call me home,
My cathedral is the skyline where the hawk and raven roam.
Butterflies and heather dance beneath the summer sun,
And every road that’s unexplored
Is another race I’ve won.
Cashmere in the moonlight, biker boots of steel,
Camping where the silence teaches everything that’s real.
If the deer come wandering, I’ll simply nod and smile—
Every night’s an open road,
Every dawn another mile.
No fear…
No shame…
Just stars to light the way.
One life…
One ride…
I’m living it today.
Hey!
Raise your hands into the sky!
We were born to live, not born to die!
Wind in our faces, fire in our souls,
Running with the thunder where the wild wind blows!
Whoa-oh…
Nothing’s gonna own me anymore!
Whoa-oh…
Hear me roaring with the moor!
Ride forever…
Free forever…
Hear these old hills call my name—
A leather-hearted wild child,
And I’ll never be the same!
I’ve slept beneath the silver moon…
I’ve watched the morning rise…
I’ve traded all the city lights…
For freedom in my eyes.
If tomorrow comes to find me…
Let it find me standing tall.
I’d rather lose it everything…
Than never ride at all!
HEY!
Raise your voices to the sky!
We were born to live, not born to die!
Wind in our faces, fire in our souls,
Running with the thunder where the wild wind blows!
Whoa-oh…
Nothing’s gonna own us anymore!
Whoa-oh…
Hear us roaring with the moor!
Ride together…
Stand forever…
Every heart becomes the flame!
We’re leather-hearted…
Wild and free…
No one writes our destiny!
If we possess no watchful eye, To scan the earth or silent sky, No mighty lens to pierce the haze, Or trace the paths through hidden ways,
Then who can say what drifts unseen, Beyond the clouds or in between?
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If you have watched the stage unfold,
Where whispered tales were bought and sold,
A drama dressed in statesman’s clothes,
With hidden scripts that no one knows.
A nation cast beneath the light,
Performing scenes from day to night,
Where every speech and every smile,
May mask another secret file.
If we possess no watchful eye,
To scan the earth or silent sky,
No mighty lens to pierce the haze,
Or trace the paths through hidden ways,
Then who can say what drifts unseen,
Beyond the clouds or in between?
What moves through air, what shapes the tide,
While ordinary folk abide?
The people ask, with furrowed brow,
Who guards our freedoms here and now?
Who keeps the watch? Who sounds the bell?
Who warns when all is not so well?
The voices rise in doubt and fear,
As louder questions fill the ear.
Why choose a figure so debated,
So fiercely judged, so widely hated?
Why hand such weight, such solemn trust,
To one who stirs both doubt and dust?
Was there a purpose, deep concealed,
A greater game not yet revealed?
Would allies falter, stand aside,
Or leave us stranded with the tide?
Would bridges burn through pride or spite,
Before the dark replaces light?
Some call it chance, some call it fate,
Some say we’ve wandered far too late.
Some see a plan behind the show,
While others simply do not know.
The curtain falls, yet still we stare,
Searching for answers in the air.
For truth is harder now to see,
When wrapped in grand uncertainty.
So let us question, let us think,
Before we stand upon the brink.
For history’s rhyme is often sung,
By those who keep their conscience young.
If You’ve watched ‘The Undeclared War’ on Channel 4 in great Britain You will have seen the ‘The British Prime Minister Show’ – A Theatre Act in a play called **The Fall & FALL Of GB** … If we have no ‘dirty-great-telescope’ to SEE! what’s happening in ‘space’ – ‘air-space’ or ‘Our Space!’ … Then the “Socialist” Powers that OUR ‘Socialist Government’ are Sworn! Allies Of – Can DO Exactly as they like with NO interference from US! … **The Brit’s of Great Britain**…
WHY! Did He appoint the Most Dangerous/Hated! Man In British Politics to be Our Foreign Secretary??… Could it BE To PISS! OFF!! The Leader Of The Free World – So that He Would NEVER Come to GB’s Aid should #TSHTF??? …
Seems like a ‘Slam-Dunk’ from the ‘Opposition’ (To Humanity) if You ask ME!
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In The Year 20-26
A Football GOD Arrived
To show his tricks
The World Cup Stage
Has been ‘SET!
Just for MESSI!
His Last HURRAH!
The World Simply MUST! SEE!
But what followed
Left the dream broken! – Hollowed!
Argentina – World Cup Champ’s
Now Turned to Violence
Cheats and Tramp’s.
Argentina didn’t NEED! TO CHEAT!
BUT! – It’s in their DNA!
They can’t HELP! themselves,
It’s Just Their WAY!
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SO YES! Messi Cheats!
But WOT! A WAY! To Leave
‘The World-Cup Stage’ ??
You Arrive A Football GOD!
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You Leave! – As SATAN’s Little SOD!
FIFA World Cup – 2026
Brought The SHAME! From All The World.
Sport’s About Fair-Play,
Competition! is the way.
Football LOST! – This Day
When England came to play.
Argentina came with violence!
The World Saw! – Looked ON In DISMAY!
SO YES! Messi Cheats!
But WOT! A WAY! To Leave
‘The World-Cup Stage’ ??
You Arrive A Football GOD!
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You Leave! – As SATAN’s Little SOD!
The World WILL! Remember Messi
NOT! As A Football God.
But As a Nasty Little Cheater!
A Talented – Little – SOD!
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You’re missing what they’re aiming for,
There’s something waiting round the door.
The road ahead is changing fast,
And old-world jobs may never last.
The engines hum, the circuits glow,
While human drivers watch the show.
The wheels keep turning, mile by mile,
With silent code replacing toil.
Hey!…
Can you hear those cold wheels roll?
Steel got no heart – got no soul!
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Hey!…
Can you hear that warning bell?
Who’s buying? – And who’s gonna sell?
Electric lorries, sleek and bright,
Roll through the day and through the night.
Robot taxis crowd the lane,
Their numbers growing once again.
From distant shores the headlines sing,
“Automation’s now the king!”
The testing ends, the curtains part,
A brand-new age begins to start.
“So long, old mate!” the future cries,
As diesel smoke fades from the skies.
The faithful trucker shakes his head,
And wonders where the road has led.
Hey!…
Can you hear those cold wheels roll?
Steel got no heart – got no soul!
Hey!…
Can you hear that warning bell?
Who’s buying? – And who’s gonna sell?
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“Stay home,” they say, “your work is done,
Here’s U.B.I. – have some fun.
Put up your feet, don’t break a sweat,
We’ll pay you wage … don’t you fret.”
Pick your nose or play online,
Watch the hours gently unwind.
Press a button, earn your keep,
While robots never need their sleep.
But something nags inside the mind,
“What sort of bargain have we signed?”
Is comfort worth the price we pay,
If purpose slowly slips away?
Hey!…
Can you hear those cold wheels roll?
Steel got no heart – got no soul!
Hey!…
Can you hear that warning bell?
Who’s buying? – And who’s gonna sell?
Then echoes from an old guitar
Still drift beneath a neon star.
“Money for Nothing” fills the air,
With knowing smiles and raised-brow flair.
It’s funny how the songs we knew
Can sometimes seem to echo through.
For life, it seems, has quite a knack—
Of borrowing art… and paying it back.
The Wrinklies Ruled! …
We Didn’t Listen.
To The Words Spoken Gently …
In the Rock-Bands Lyrics.
Funny how art can light the spark…
Then life walks in…
And plays the part.
SO! – Stamp your feet!
Clap your hands!
Nothing! – Ever stays as planned!
Raise your voice!
Raise your glass!
The future’s coming…
Fast!… Fast!! … FAST!!!
We really ARE! Missing the POINT aren’t We? – The reason lorry drivers are getting such GRIEF! – Post Covid – They want Us Dead! .. Autonomous EV’s are the Future – The VERY NEAR Future! … Already – Banks of AEV TAXI’s are invading the streets in America, China, Japan etc …. AEV Lorries are appearing too! – Once the testing is complete! – It’ll be Bye-Bye Mr Truck-Driver … It’s ‘Universal-Basic-Income’ For YOU MATEY! … You stay at home picking your nose and playing your online games while receiving U.B.I. – AKA; ‘Money-For-Nothing’ …. Hang On! – Didn’t ‘Dire Straits’ have something to say about that?? … Funny how LIFE so often imitates ART! – EH??
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Including Your Freedom! Your Freedom To Spend Your Own Money On What You Like, When You Like, And Where You Like.
“Keep it in our hands, let the people choose, A thousand different pathways, a thousand different views, Together we are stronger when every voice can clash— And every choice remains, including cash”.
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Everybody’s moving at the speed of light,
Tapping little screens in the middle of the night,
But when the signal fades and the system lets go,
There’s an old friend standing that we all still know.
No passwords needed, no batteries to charge,
No complicated network run by someone large,
From the city lights to a country lane,
Cash keeps rolling through sunshine and rain.
For the young, the old, for every woman and man,
It’s a simple kind of freedom everybody understands.
Keep it in our hands, keep it in our hearts,
Don’t let a trusted way of living fall apart,
When the world spins fast and the future takes a dash,
There’s still something powerful in a pocket full of cash.
Keep it in our hands, let the people choose,
Different roads to travel, nothing left to lose,
Side by side with progress, standing strong and proud,
Cash is part of every voice within the crowd.
Helping little businesses open every day,
Keeping more of what they earn along the way,
Giving everyone a chance to take their place,
No matter who they are or what they have to face.
When the lights go out and the weather turns wild,
Cash keeps working, steady as a smile,
No waiting for approval, no delay in sight,
Just a fair exchange and everything’s alright.
Through the highs and lows, through the calm and storm,
It’s been there beside us in every shape and form.
Keep it in our hands, keep it in our hearts,
Don’t let a trusted way of living fall apart,
When the world spins fast and the future takes a dash,
There’s still something powerful in a pocket full of cash.
Keep it in our hands, let the people choose,
Different roads to travel, nothing left to lose,
Side by side with progress, standing strong and proud,
Cash is part of every voice within the crowd.
It’s not about the past, it’s not about the fight,
It’s about keeping every option shining bright,
A little more resilience, a little more control,
A little more connection for every living soul.
Keep it in our hands, keep it in our hearts,
Every generation playing its own part,
Moving toward tomorrow while respecting what will last,
Building for the future without erasing the past.
Keep it in our hands, let the people choose,
A thousand different pathways, a thousand different views,
Together we are stronger when every voice can clash—
And every choice remains, including cash.
Keep it in our hands,
A pocket full of freedom,
A pocket full of cash.
Keeping cash available alongside digital payment options can provide a number of benefits for individuals, businesses, and society. Here are ten commonly cited positive reasons:
1. **Financial Inclusion**
* Cash allows people without bank accounts, smartphones, or access to digital payment systems to participate fully in the economy.
* This can include elderly people, low-income households, migrants, and vulnerable groups.
2. **Reliability During Outages**
* Cash continues to work when power failures, internet outages, cyberattacks, or payment network disruptions occur.
* It provides a resilient backup during emergencies.
3. **Privacy and Personal Freedom**
* Cash transactions generally do not create detailed digital records of purchases.
* Many people value the ability to make lawful purchases without extensive data collection.
4. **Budgeting and Spending Control**
* Physically handling money can help people track spending and avoid overspending.
* Some households use cash envelopes or similar methods to manage finances effectively.
5. **Support for Small Businesses**
* Cash transactions can reduce payment processing fees that businesses often pay on card transactions.
* This can be particularly beneficial for small independent retailers.
6. **Accessibility for All Ages and Abilities**
* Not everyone is comfortable with apps, online banking, or digital payment technology.
* Cash remains a simple and familiar payment method.
7. **Economic Resilience**
* Maintaining a cash infrastructure ensures the economy has multiple payment options rather than relying on a single system.
* Diversification reduces systemic risk.
8. **Immediate Settlement**
* Cash payments are completed instantly without concerns about declined cards, processing delays, chargebacks, or technical errors.
* Both buyer and seller know the transaction is complete.
9. **Emergency Preparedness**
* During natural disasters, severe weather events, or other crises, cash can be crucial when electronic payment systems are unavailable.
* Many emergency planners recommend keeping some cash on hand.
10. **Public Trust and Choice**
* Keeping cash available preserves consumer choice.
* People can decide for themselves whether they prefer cash, cards, mobile payments, or a combination of methods.
### In Summary
Cash serves as a backup payment system, promotes inclusion, protects privacy, and provides resilience during emergencies and technical failures. Even in increasingly digital economies such as the United Kingdom, many policymakers, consumer groups, and central banks argue that maintaining access to cash helps ensure that everyone can participate in economic life regardless of their circumstances. But What They SAY And Their Actual Intentions Are Miles Apart!
Behind The Emerald Curtain Of Oz – Where The ‘Globalist Elite’ Rule Us – Plans have been drawn up to RID The World Of CASH! – Everyone Will Have A Digital ID Linked To Their ‘Social Behaviour Credits’ Account.
Mis-Behave, Step Out Of Line, Criticise The Government, Not Find A Job, etc; etc: You will find ALL Of Your Monthly Credits GONE! With Just a ‘Click’ From The AI Machine That Has Been Monitoring You.
You’ll Have No Savings Anyway, So You’ll Only Lose What You Earned That Month, But Try Living Without Money For 2 or 3 Weeks, You probably Won’t Mis-Behave Again Will You? … Hmmmm??
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This song/poem has that unmistakable pub-rant energy about it—full of conviction, colourful metaphors, and enough strong opinions to keep three generations arguing until closing time. And to be fair, British political satire has always thrived on exactly that style—from the old music halls to newspaper cartoonists to late-night comedians. There’s a long tradition of taking a serious grievance and wrapping it in wit, rhyme, and a bit of cheek.
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Remember the Piper on the hill,
Playing tunes with iron will,
Promising dreams of golden light,
While shadows gathered in the night.
He sang of progress, bold and grand,
A brighter future for the land,
Yet many claimed the price too high,
As old traditions passed them by.
The roads were opened far and wide,
New currents swept the nation’s tide,
The wires hummed through every town,
As barriers slowly tumbled down.
The gamblers found a glowing screen,
The merchants chased the endless green,
The fortune wheel spun day and night,
Beneath the pale electric light.
The borders stretched, the gates swung free,
A changing shore beside the sea,
Some cheered the dawn of something new,
While others feared what might ensue.
The coffers filled with growing gold,
Or so the stories often told,
And every pound that found its way,
Helped keep the message on display.
The banners waved, the slogans flew,
The faithful praised the vision too,
The spin machines turned round and round,
With polished words and polished sound.
The ‘old clubs’ met in candle glow,
Discussing how the world should go,
The thinkers mapped tomorrow’s plan,
And drew new futures for the clan.
Yet critics watched with troubled eyes,
Beneath the ever-changing skies,
They mourned the things they knew were lost,
And counted up the hidden cost.
They spoke of freedom, law, and pride,
Of mighty rivers running wide,
Of lessons handed through the years,
And strengthened by both sweat and tears.
“Remember well,” the voices cry,
“Ask not the what! – but ask the why!,”
For every age will write its page,
And every dream may set the stage.
So history walks its winding way,
Through praise and blame from day to day,
And every Piper, soon or late,
Must answer to the hands of fate.
Remember! ‘The Blair Warrior’ was the ‘Pied-Piper’ who led and enabled the open road for; ‘Online Porn’ … ‘Online Gambling’ … And … ‘Unlimited Immigration’ in Great Britain in the late nineties – just for starters – All for Money – That the Socialist Cause could spend More & More on it’s OWN ‘Promotion-Spin-Machine’ … AKA; Momentum! – Remember Momentum? Best Buddies with ‘The Fabian Society’ who in turn are Blair Warrior’s Mentors! .. Sounds like a good Fiction Novel EH?? … Such a shame it’s a ‘Non-Fiction-Handbook’ on HOW to bring down the Nation that GAVE the World ‘Civilization’ and ‘Freedom’ as well as ‘Law & Order’ etc; etc; … NOW! Sadly all evaporated at the hands of the Communist ‘Socialism’ – AKA: “The Politics Of SPITE!” ….
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Has Steven Spielberg been used – yet again, as a conduit for a ‘Disclosure Day’ that has nothing to do with alien life, attacks, or interference, but everything to do with diverting our eyes and minds towards the unimaginable, while the levers of power put final plans in place to imprison the whole population of the world inside ‘the global village’ where ‘No1’ makes every decision for us
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We were promised disclosure, the truth brought into sight,
Instead we’re fed strange fragments in the dead of every night.
Files Presidents can’t open, sealed beyond their hands,
Hidden by ‘The Few’ who rule from shadowed lands.
Bodies from recovered craft, they whisper, stored away,
Evidence of other worlds they swear will never see the day.
Human hybrids, secret schemes, forbidden lines crossed through,
Questions multiply each hour, while answers stray from view.
Egg-shaped objects hanging still, where time itself runs slow,
Minutes stretching into hours, where no natural laws can go.
Witnesses come forward, yet the gatekeepers remain,
Pouring doubt on every voice, while tightening every chain.
A silent war is raging far behind the public screen,
Between those seeking daylight and the powers in-between.
Is it truth or is it theatre, the grandest psyop spun?
A labyrinth of lies designed to blind us, one by one.
Extra-terrestrial traces, inter-dimensional signs,
Pieces of a greater picture hidden deep between the lines.
Every thread they fear we’ll pull, every file they’ll defend,
Points toward a secret they will carry to the end.
And what of all the movies that conditioned us for years?
Planting seeds within our minds and watering our fears.
Was Spielberg just a messenger, a conduit once more,
Preparing us to face a truth – unlike the tales before?
Not invasion from the heavens, not attacks from distant stars,
But prison walls constructed – through technology and scars.
While all eyes watch the spectacle and chase the latest clue,
The architects of power build a world entirely new.
A global village rising where dissent is swept aside,
Where every thought is monitored and nowhere left to hide.
One hand upon the levers, one voice above the rest,
Deciding who may prosper – and determining the blessed.
Who shall live and who shall serve, who’ll vanish from the page,
Reduced to bio-machines inside a gilded cage.
Neither fully dead nor living, bound from birth until the grave,
Conditioned into servitude and taught they should behave.
For the elite’s perverted needs, and their ever-growing throne,
While billions trade their freedom for a safety not their own.
So cut through all the noise before the final curtain falls,
Before the locks are fastened tight upon invisible walls.
Because the truth they’re hiding isn’t only in the sky,
It’s who controls tomorrow — and the reason why.
What we’re getting instead is something a lot stranger.
We need to cut through the noise — because what is laid out for our future is hard to stop thinking about.
Files the President himself reportedly can’t access. About breeding human hybrids from alien species/Non-human bodies found in recovered UFO craft.
The Egg-shaped objects and reports of time behaving differently around them.
And a quiet war between the people pushing for disclosure and the people determined to keep the lid on it.
Is this real, or is it the most elaborate PSYOP we’ve ever been kettled into?
The extra-terrestrial, inter-dimensional happenings and physical evidence – everything those hiding the real files do not want pieced together.
Has Spielberg been used yet again, as a conduit for a ‘Disclosure Day’ that has nothing to do with alien life, attacks, or interference, but everything to do with diverting our eyes and minds towards the unimaginable, while the levers of power put final plans in place to imprison the whole population of the world inside ‘the global village’ where ‘No1’ makes every decision for us, including whether We live, Die or Serve as a bio-mechanical-machine, neither Alive nor Dead as We know it, but slaving from birth-to-death as ‘playthings’ for the perverted Elite of ‘The New World Order’ – As He has done through his whole career?
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“Our Father, who art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name; thy will be done, On earth, as it is in heaven. Give Us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses. As We forgive those Who trespass against Us” . If that sounds familiar, it should. It’s an extract from ‘The Lord’s Prayer’ which some Government’s have chosen to ‘use’ and ‘abuse!’ ….
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Our Father high in heaven’s light,
Whose holy name shines ever bright,
Thy will be done through earth and sky,
Where truth shall live and none shall lie.
We bow our heads and softly pray,
For guidance through each passing day,
And ask for bread our hands may earn,
While seeking wisdom to discern.
The ancient words so many know,
Have echoed where the faithful go,
Yet some would lift a single line,
And twist its purpose and design.
“Give us this day our daily bread,”
The sacred words the Saviour said,
But now some voices claim the phrase,
To justify their modern ways.
They tell the people not to fear,
While changing what we hold so dear,
Within the loaf that’s daily shared,
Are questions many feel aren’t aired.
The baker’s craft, the flour’s grain,
Now carry cause for debate and strain,
As citizens begin to ask,
If hidden risks conceal the task.
For some see warning signs ahead,
Within the nation’s daily bread,
And wonder if the path we’re shown,
Serves common good or the ‘Deep-State’ known.
The prayer continues, line by line,
With words that many deem divine,
“Lead us not into temptation’s snare,
But keep us in Thy loving care.”
“Deliver us from evil’s hand,”
A plea that’s echoed through the land,
For kingdoms rise and kingdoms fall,
Yet God remains above them all.
When trust is tested day by day,
And doubt and worry cloud the way,
The faithful seek the light once more,
And knock upon Gods heavenly door.
For truth, not fear, must be our guide,
With open hearts and eyes opened wide,
And may God’s wisdom help us see,
The path to peace, integrity, and liberty.
“Our Father, who art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy name;
thy will be done,
On earth, as it is in heaven.
Give Us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses.
As We forgive those
Who trespass against Us”
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If that sounds familiar, it should. It’s an extract from ‘The Lord’s Prayer’ which some Government’s have chosen to ‘use’ and ‘abuse!’
Of course, They should’ve read further where it says;
“And lead Us not into temptation,
but deliver Us from Evil.
For Thine is the Kingdom,
The power and the glory.
For Ever and Ever.
Amen”
Instead! Government’s have taken the quote; “Give Us this day Our daily bread” to promote their subtle poisoning of ‘Bread-Eating’ Populations.
They are ‘insisting!’ that all bread manufacturers/bakers put Folic Acid into every loaf, and while they keep to the ‘safe for humans’ limit, it also means that if You consume more that four or five slices per day, You are putting Yourself at risk of developing neurological diseases and the metabolic capacity of the liver can be stressed from exceeding the recommended dose of folic acid for humans. In general terms, if You eat more than five slices of supermarket bread a day, your mental and cognitive actions can be affected, as well as damage to the functioning of your liver.
Now I don’t know about You! But I would say that any Government who would openly put it’s own population at such high risk of disease and disablement would have evil intent. Does not work on the side of God, but the side of Satan! They are using a common prayer that is always spoken to God Alone! Taken it out of perspective to lure Us All into the situation where We voluntarily ‘poison’ ourselves while consuming Our ‘daily bread’
{That’s even without considering the ‘Health-Risks’ Many endured via the ‘rushed vaccines’ during the Covid Period}
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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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