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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 Siege Of Great Britain

A thousand rules, each small when standing lone,
Together form a structure overthrown,
Not built in haste, but crafted piece by piece,
A tightening grip that never seems to cease.

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A nation isn’t conquered by ships upon the sea,
But quietly reshaped from minds that can’t see free,
No cannons roar, no banners fall in flame,
Just subtle shifts that slowly change the game.

First loosen roots that once made people strong,
Convince them self-reliance is somehow wrong,
Unweave the threads of harvest, trade, and skill,
Till empty shelves bend slowly to the will.

Then raise the cost of bread and light and heat,
Make daily living feel like some defeat,
Essentials climb beyond the common hand,
While whispered reasons echo through the land.

“It’s for the future, for the greater good,”
A phrase repeated till it’s understood,
Though pockets thin and choices fade away,
The script remains the same from day to day.

Once fertile fields now rest beneath decree,
Bound up in rules that choke productivity,
The plough stands still where once it carved with pride,
And foreign ships bring in what grew inside.

Dependence grows where independence stood,
A quiet shift disguised as something good,
The more they need what others choose to send,
The less they’re free to shape their start and end.

With every rise in cost, control expands,
Not chains of steel, but guided, tightened hands,
For when survival hangs on fragile thread,
It’s easier to steer the hearts you’ve led.

No siege with walls or ladders at the gate,
But pressures small that slowly concentrate,
Until the weight becomes too much to bear,
And no one knows exactly how it’s there.

A thousand rules, each small when standing lone,
Together form a structure overthrown,
Not built in haste, but crafted piece by piece,
A tightening grip that never seems to cease.

And through it all, a rallying refrain,
That sacrifice will somehow ease the strain,
Yet questions rise in quiet, cautious tone,
Of how a land once fed itself alone.

** The Siege Of Great Britain** – From The Treasonous Traitors Inside!

There’s a long-standing idea that nations fall through dramatic, external forces—wars, invasions, or sudden catastrophe. But history and observation suggest something quieter and more complex can be just as powerful: change that comes gradually, internally, and often under the banner of progress.

One of the most striking ways this can happen is through the slow erosion of self-sufficiency. When a country can reliably produce its own food, energy, and essential goods, it holds a certain resilience. That resilience isn’t just economic—it’s psychological. It gives people a sense of stability and control over their future. But when those systems are weakened, whether through policy, neglect, or shifting priorities, a different dynamic begins to emerge.

As domestic production declines, dependence increases. Goods once grown, built, or sourced locally must now come from elsewhere. At first, this may not seem like a problem—global trade has many benefits, after all. But over time, if reliance becomes too great, it can leave a nation vulnerable to external pressures and internal strain.

Layered onto this is the rising cost of living, particularly around essentials—food, energy, housing. When these basic needs become more expensive, people feel it immediately. It shapes daily decisions, limits options, and can create a persistent sense of uncertainty. Importantly, rising costs don’t just affect wallets; they influence behavior. People become more cautious, more dependent on systems they may not fully trust, and less able to act independently.

Often, these changes are explained through large, complex challenges—economic shifts, environmental goals, or long-term planning. Issues like climate policy and sustainability are real and significant, and they require thoughtful responses. However, when policies tied to these goals have unintended consequences—such as increasing costs or reducing domestic capability—it’s worth examining how those trade-offs are managed and communicated.

The key concern isn’t any single policy or decision. It’s the cumulative effect. Small changes, each justified on their own, can add up to something much larger. Over time, they can reshape how a country functions and how its people experience everyday life.

What makes this process particularly difficult to address is its subtlety. There’s no clear turning point, no single moment where everything changes. Instead, it’s a gradual shift—one that can be hard to notice until its effects are deeply felt.

That’s why open discussion and critical thinking are so important. Questioning outcomes, examining evidence, and considering different perspectives aren’t signs of resistance—they’re essential parts of a healthy society. They help ensure that progress remains balanced, and that resilience isn’t unintentionally traded away.

Ultimately, the strength of a nation lies not just in its policies, but in its ability to adapt without losing its core stability. Maintaining that balance—between progress and self-reliance, between global cooperation and local strength—is one of the defining challenges of our time.

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Your Children Are The New ‘Weapons of Social Warfare’.

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The freedom of childhood, childhood memories, and the state-destruction of the GB childhood.

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They whisper “divide,” while communities fray,
And kindness grows thinner with each passing day.
Yet love is the flame every human heart knows,
The wellspring of warmth from which all goodness flows.

A child enters life like the dawn’s golden ray,
And parents pour love in a boundless display.
No treasure on earth shines brighter above,
Than the innocent power of a young child’s love.

But shadows seek power through fear and control,
By pulling apart every family soul.
The hungry for influence bend knee to the few,
And carry out orders not thinking them through.

They trade away conscience for titles and praise,
Blind servants pursuing their power-drunk ways.
And children become the first target in sight,
As warmth is exchanged for suspicion and fright.

They call it “progress,” “protection,” and “care,”
While stealing the moments that families share.
Too early they usher the young to the state,
Where lessons and doctrines arrive at the gate.

A nursery child, scarcely two years of age,
Already enlisted on a socialist stage.
Removed from the arms where affection belongs,
And taught to find comfort in agenda-filled songs.

Yet love cannot blossom by schedule or chart,
No textbook can nurture the depths of the heart.
A teacher may guide, but they cannot replace
The warmth of a parent’s embracing grace.

The hours grow shorter for laughter and trust,
As family connections are left in the dust.
And children raised distant from tenderness true
May struggle to know what affection can do.

They’re warned to be wary of all they may meet,
To question the stranger they pass on the street.
So fear settles deep in the fabric of days,
And suspicion becomes society’s gaze.

Where once we helped freely when children would cry,
Now hundreds walk past with their heads turned aside.
Afraid that compassion may bring them disgrace,
They silence their conscience and quicken their pace.

The bonds of community weaken and bend,
As neighbour grows distant from neighbour and friend.
Yet still through the darkness one truth rises clear:
Love dies when divided by anger and fear.

So hold to your children with patience and light,
Let kindness and closeness remain in their sight.
For hearts built on trust will endure every storm,
And love shared at home keeps humanity warm.

In an earlier post I spoke of the need of ‘The Few’ to break up communities in any way they can. To ‘Divide and Conquer’ is their ongoing goal and they will stop at nothing to achieve their end.

I’ve also spoken about the awesome POWER that ‘Love’ holds.
How the biological form that is ‘Human’ depends on that precious energy that we exude and require in equal quantities.

Nothing comes close to the amount of ‘Love’ that is generated by our children. From the moment they enter this world of ours they become the ‘focus’ of our out-pouring of the ‘energy’ so important to ‘their’ growth as well as our own. I can’t imagine that anyone reading this who has had the privilege of having a child of their own, could possibly disagree.

‘The Few’ have used this ‘focus’ of our love to cajole and manipulate us in too many ways to list them here. But the most recent ‘abuse’ of our children has not been from paedophile’s or mentally inadequate parents, (Although those are serious problems of course) it has been administered by the ‘architects’ of society.

The ‘Architects’ of society are those individuals who have no real power, but who are power-hungry. They are usually left-of-centre politically who are so eager to please their masters and ‘puppeteers’ that they will do ‘everything’ that is asked of them without question. When ‘The Few’ initiate a dictate for them to enforce, they give them ‘power’ as their reward, and these weak minded ‘power-seekers’ will go into action immediately to do their bidding.

They have no ‘real’ morals or ethics.
They have no conscience or remorse.
They are ‘driven’ by their insatiable appetite for ‘POWER’ which they will strive for at any cost. Even at the cost of our children’s innocence, safety and long term welfare. ‘The Few’ demand, and ‘The Few’ will get whatever that might be. In this case, another nail in the coffin of our communities.

‘The Human Survival Blueprint’ which I hope you’ve read. (After all, it’s free to every reader of this article). Goes into detail about the ‘POWER’ of ‘LOVE’, and how we are all controlled by the fear of ‘losing’ any energy source that provides us with the energy of ‘Love’.

Their is no greater ‘energy source’ for Love than our own children. Even our partners with whom we produce our children can’t compete. (Sad though that truth may be). That being the undeniable TRUTH, it stands to reason that ‘The Few’ would have our children in their sights as the number ONE target in the war to destroy our communities, and therefore give them total power over us as a species.

It’s no coincidence that ‘education’ is one of the ‘Big Guns’ in this war. Our masters deem it necessary to introduce our children into ‘state control’, ie; school/nursery earlier and earlier into our children’s lives. Robbing them of their family ‘bonding’ and their ‘childhood’ in one foul swoop. All in the name of ‘Education’ of course.

In the UK the starting age for ‘compulsory’ nursery education will soon be TWO years old. That is not only unbelievable (though true) it’s also ‘SICK’ in the extreme.

Our masters can dress it up to look like a ‘necessity’ for our children’s welfare and future, but it’s all a part of the ‘bigger picture’ which is to ‘separate’ and ‘indoctrinate’ the sources of our most valuable ‘energy source’, the LOVE of our children. Children ‘starved’ of love for long periods of the day are not being equipped to ‘give’ love to those most important in their existence. Their Parents.

The teachers and carers can’t give them Love, or ‘teach’ them how to love their parents, their siblings, or their Grand Parents. They will have that MOST VALUABLE stimulation denied to them. They will grow up devoid of, and incapable of feeling the ‘POWER’ of true love.

The few hours left in the child’s day after their ‘enforced’ indoctrination is not long enough to usurp the ‘energy’ of TRUE LOVE that their family are equipped to give them. They will grow up to find genuine signs of affection as a ‘threat’ to their person. They will become suspicious of even their own family members intentions toward them.

WHY? Because the ‘indoctrination’ also goes so far as to ‘educate’ the child to be ‘wary’ of those who show them affection, or too much attention. In the guise that all adults are dangerous. They are ‘The Bad-Guys’ who are out to harm them, and the very young don’t distinguish exactly WHO are ‘The Bad-Guys’ so become ‘wary’ of everyone.

Already, paranoia is a very real problem in society. The Media can’t and won’t control itself on these issues. Governments are passing privacy laws like there’s no tomorrow. Privacy laws that are inhibiting amateur and professional photographers alike, who are now having to ask themselves very serious questions before they even ‘think’ about taking a picture.

If there’s another persons child in the photograph, dare they take it? If it’s an area where children are known to play, either often, or occasionally, dare they take the photograph?

Thirty years ago, even less, these questions would have been unthinkable. But ‘The Few’ have indoctrinated society through our ‘left-wing’ power-hungry advocates, so that now everyone is totally ‘paranoid’ about being accused, or possibly arrested on a charge that they are in some way a ‘threat’ to our children.

I have just watched a programme on the TV which high-lighted the very real danger that our children are NOW facing, and that is the danger of being totally ignored when they could ‘genuinely’ be in very real danger. All because we in society have been trained very well that if we are seen to show ‘any’ sort of attention to a child that is not our own, let alone take them by the hand to lead them to safety, we are in danger of being accused of being a ‘threat’ to the child.

The programme makers set up two children, a young boy and a young girl apparently having ‘lost’ their parent somewhere in the shopping mall. The children were stood alone in the main area, individually at different times of the day, and were asked to act lost and upset. Each time, more than 100 people walked by, afraid to even make eye contact, before a ‘safety conscious’ member of the public stopped to offer help.

How would you feel if YOUR child got lost in a busy, large shopping mall, and nobody went to their aid? You would have every right to feel disgusted that no-one stopped to help your child out wouldn’t you? But would you have had the ‘courage’ to stop and help another persons child in that situation? It’s a question, that as a member of a so-called CARING society, we should NEVER even have to ‘consider’ answering.

We should ALL be able to feel comfortable approaching ‘any’ child in any form of danger or distress and offering a helping hand. Or, dare I say it; The Hand Of friendship.

But our ‘enlightened’ society has made the question ‘obligatory’. Our community spirit has been knawed away at by the ‘CANCER’ that is; ‘Political Correctness’ Which spawned ‘Child-Line’, a do-gooder charity that is there to ‘protect’ children from the threat of ADULTS!

Children can phone in whenever they haven’t got their own way at home, and accuse Mum, Dad, Sister, Brother, Uncle, Aunt or Mr Jones down the road of almost anything they could dream up. Often splitting families and communities in all directions while ‘investigations’ take place into the ‘allegations’ of an irate child.

YES! I have no doubt that the charity does some ‘sterling’ work, and DOES help to protect ‘many’ genuine cases of abuse. For that it has to be applauded. But at what cost? Because we now have a society that is split in two between ADULTS and MINORS like never before. With both sides suspicious of each other.

One thing though is ABSOLUTELY CERTAIN.
‘The Few’ are rubbing their hands with glee, because their plans are panning out beautifully. Society is being ‘split’ in every direction, and the ‘Number One’ generator of TRUE LOVE is being systematically dismantled in-front of our very own EYES, all in the name of ‘Education’.

When you’re packing ‘your’ TWO year old child off to nursery or school, remember this article well, and appreciate WHY you are abandoning your very own child to be indoctrinated by ‘real’ strangers who have a sub-conscious agenda to deprive YOU of the love you should be sharing with your child in his or her formative years.

Read ; .. ‘‘Visions Of The Future Past’ … (It’s Free)

As well as the other articles in This Blog.
They are a guiding light through the ‘mist of deceit’ that’s being generated all around you.

A thousand rules, each small when standing lone, Together form a structure overthrown, Not built in haste, but crafted piece by piece, A tightening grip that never seems to cease.

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Please Check The Video Below ….

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The freedom of childhood, childhood memories, and the state-destruction of the GB childhood.

A thousand rules, each small when standing lone,
Together form a structure overthrown,
Not built in haste, but crafted piece by piece,
A tightening grip that never seems to cease.