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Great Britain has been sent into Free-Fall! – First! By The Tony Blair Socialist Uni-party Establishment in 1997 – Continued by the “Tory” party masquerading as ‘Conservatives’ under David Cameron & Co – Now! – By Keir Starmer’s Labour/Socialist/Uni-Party – It’s Feared by MANY that we’ve fallen too FAR into the Hell! Called Socialism to climb back out of .. You listen, read & Decide for Yourself.

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It’s Christmas 2025
Not feeling it this year.
A Socialist UK Government
Makes everything so dear.

Pubs all closing one by one
No more laughing, no more fun.
Just Foodie Houses, cold and Baron,
no laughter there, just food, no manners.

No driving to see our friends and family,
Roadworks now make it an impossibility.
Spending hours untold on a gridlocked road
Makes any journey a heavy load.

‘The War On Motorists’
Folks all smile.
Don’t be so stupid….
Hmmm?? – Not smiled in a while!

Freedom to travel now curtailed,
As the ‘Socialist Crowd’ have us trailed.
Watching with cameras high on poles,
To see just HOW! We’re being ‘Controlled!’

Now Social Media comes to our aid,
As we chat with each other unafraid.
But WAIT! – What’s THAT!? – A Knock on the door?
We’ve said something WRONG! – That’s for SURE!

Police, once servants, to protect and uphold,
Our Justice, Our Freedom, Our Safety we’re told.
But nothing now could be further from Gospel!
As this Socialist Cult! Is no longer ‘Social!’

In days gone by, justice was weak.
But the UK delivered, and the world did seek.
But NOW it’s gone backwards, to days of Yore.
Justice? – Not Here! – Not Any More!

So See How We Suffer on this Sceptic Isle.
Once known as ‘The Greatest!’ for a very long while.
But now viewed worldwide as Weak, with no freedom,
Great Britain has slipped into SATAN’s Kingdom!

So Christmas now has LOST all of it’s Cheer!
No Laughter, Joking with friends and some Beer.
Now checking each morning, through the day too!
On Twitter, to see what Hell has brought NEW!

Copyright © Peter Moring 2025

Christmas has always been a time of warmth in the UK — a season of laughter in pubs, long drives to see family, spirited debates over a pint, and the comforting sense that, whatever our differences, we were free to live our lives largely as we chose. But for many people, Christmas 2025 feels very different.

There’s a growing sense that the joy has been drained from everyday life. The cost of living continues to bite, and what once felt like small pleasures now feel out of reach. Pubs that were once the heartbeat of local communities are closing at an alarming rate, replaced by sterile, characterless venues where connection feels transactional rather than human. The laughter, the banter, the shared stories — they’re becoming memories rather than experiences.

Even travelling, something most of us take for granted, has become a source of frustration. Endless roadworks, traffic schemes, and restrictions mean that visiting friends or family can feel like a test of endurance. Journeys that once took an hour now consume entire afternoons, turning what should be moments of togetherness into exercises in patience and stress. The so-called “war on motorists” might be laughed off by some, but for many it feels very real.

Underlying all of this is a deeper unease: the sense that freedom itself is slowly being eroded. Cameras watch from poles, data is collected constantly, and the feeling of being monitored has crept into everyday life. The freedom to move, to speak, and to live without scrutiny no longer feels guaranteed.

Social media was once an escape — a place to share opinions, frustrations, and humour with like-minded people. But even that space now feels precarious. Say the wrong thing, question the wrong policy, or voice the wrong opinion, and suddenly the knock on the door doesn’t feel so far-fetched. Whether real or perceived, fear has a way of silencing voices.

Perhaps most troubling of all is the loss of trust in institutions that were once held sacred. The police, the justice system, and the rule of law were long seen as pillars of British society. Today, many feel those pillars are cracking. Justice seems inconsistent, accountability feels selective, and the values that once defined the nation appear blurred.

This Christmas, for some, the decorations are still up and the lights still shine — but the cheer feels forced. Instead of anticipation, people wake up checking the news or social feeds, bracing themselves for the next announcement, restriction, or controversy.

The UK was once admired around the world as a symbol of freedom, resilience, and fairness. Whether that reputation can be reclaimed remains to be seen. For now, Christmas 2025 serves as a moment of reflection — not just on what has been lost, but on what many still hope can be restored……..

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“The Devil’s Whisper: A Poem on Lust, Technology, and the Fall of Love”

A dark poetic reflection on lust, technology, and the devil’s subtle plan to unravel love, family, and society from within.

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I whispered soft in mortal ears, a sly, seductive plan,
To twist the ways of love and birth, and slowly cull out Man.
Not poison’s cup, nor bombs in flight, would serve this wicked art,
But subtler snares of lust and fame would play the greater part.

The youth grow wise to war’s old game, they question every fight,
So I must weave a clever net, concealed beneath the night.
I tried to blur the lines of flesh, with tricks of form and name,
But fleeting was that masquerade—it fizzled into shame.

I’ve long abused both love and lust to get things as I please,
Since Seventies’ sweet, swirling days, I’ve brought you to your knees.
Why fix what’s never broken down, why mend a perfect snare?
I’ll twist the bond of hearts and vows, till none are left to care.

I’ll make your unions sour and cold, your partnerships a chore,
So breeding halts not by decree, but choice you can’t ignore.
Then came the net, my gift to you, and social scrolls divine,
I mixed the two, a wicked brew, a trap by my design.

A stage was built where youth could sell their charms to eager eyes,
“OnlyFans,” I whispered sweet, “where dreams and dollars rise!”
And millions came, with painted lips, to dance before the screen,
Their beauty turned to currency, their virtue wiped clean.

And men—oh men!—what will they shun, when choosing for a bride?
A “loose” delight, a fleeting night—they’ll turn and step aside.
Thus love decays, the cradle’s cold, the birth rate starts to fall,
While I, in shadows, laugh and watch the ruin of it all.

You handed me the keys yourselves, to lock away your fate,
With lust as bait, you sealed the door, your end you helped create.
No battles raged, no poison spread, just hunger and a screen,
The oldest trade reborn anew—oh, devilishly keen.

So when you pose, or when you pay, to sate your fleeting flame,
Remember who first lit the match, who whispered you the game.
It’s I—yes, Satan—grinning wide, as mankind slowly wanes,
For pleasure bought with empty hearts will shatter all your chains.

SO! – Did ‘I’ Fund ‘Only Fans’?

Did I fund ‘Only Fans’? Well I certainly put the idea into the head of one of my many disciples.
You see, I needed to slow down the birth rate of Humanity, so that over the long term, only the Evil Humans would be left on Earth. Then all I had to do was ‘light the flame’ and They would simply ‘increase’ the number of their Own kind than they do right NOW!

SO! How do I manage this without Poison or even More! Wars! Because the younger Generations are getting ‘Sussed’ on the purpose of wars and could shut them down completely by the time the next generation become young adults. So what’s to be done?

I tried the Trans, biological sex trick, but that didn’t last too long, I was found wanting fairly quickly on that one, so I had to think HARD yet again. Now I know you’ve read about how I like to abuse Sex and Love to get My own way, and it’s been super-successful since the 1970’s. So why not use it Yet again? After all, why FIX what ain’t BROKE! EH?

That’s when I realised the safest way to get RID of all you ‘Good people’ out there is to stunt your birth-rate – Permanently! – What better way than to make marriage or partnerships SO distasteful that You would all just voluntarily STOP! Breeding? … Excellent Plan – I’m sure You’ll all agree.

Now previously I told You how I gave You the internet and My Saviour – ‘Social Media’ – So I thought I’d combine the two to give you the perfect ‘divider’ – ‘Only Fans’ .. Where mainly young Girls/Ladies could go and earn some REAL MONEY to fund the Lifestyle-Of-Their-DREAMS! – And SO They Did! – Millions of them 🙂 🙂 🙂

And What! Do the Blokes/Lads/Fella’s NEVER want to marry, or form a lasting relationship with? – Yep! – ‘A Loose Woman’ … So You See! SEX! Does it AGAIN! It’s just SO! Predictable and Easy! You good folk just handed Me the keys to Oblivion – My Natural Habitat! – Where I shall go and Live – Forever More! – After Your Birth Rates have become unsustainable on the back of one of the Simplest Ideas Ever – The Glorified ‘Oldest Trade’ in the book – And all of You Frustrated, sex-hungry blokes are PAYING to rid Yourself! – Of Yourselves.

When You next Preen & Pose for ‘Only Fans’
Or you Login to get Your Daily/Hourly FIX!
Think Of ME! SATAN!! … Love Ya Baby 🙂 🙂 🙂