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

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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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You WILL Receive Consequences

Governments Worldwide Are Complying With The Agenda2030 Goals Of ‘Comply Or Receive Consequences’

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Through centuries of fear we’ve grown,
A leash of rules to guide, to own.
Civilization, they softly claim,
A shield of order, a noble name.

No pillage, no rampant fire,
No lust, no theft, no savage desire.
A world of morals we’re told to keep,
Or consequences rise from deep.

Yet behind the curtain, shadows steer,
The Few who whisper, bend, coerce,
Their end game waits, control complete,
Where freedom bends beneath their feet.

We’re shaped as drones, our hours sold,
Our spirit drained, our fire cold.
They harvest energy, thought, and breath,
And bind our will in chains of flesh.

Each rule imposed, each petty line,
Dulls the spark that once was mine.
We’re fed illusions, endless streams,
False foes designed within our dreams.

The films, the games, the flashing screen,
A theatre vast, yet never clean.
Billboards shout, the ads confide,
All to keep us pacified.

Sweeteners gifted, toys of light,
To veil the darkness of their night.
Like children set with games to play,
While parents turn their eyes away.

Big Brother’s house, a cage of glass,
Where baited souls perform and pass.
We cheer, we laugh, we take the test,
Yet miss the chains upon our chest.

The net, their web, both trap and key,
A mirror vast of you and me.
And all the while, the lesson clear:
Consequences—control through fear.

Copyright © Ven Bunce  2025

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The Fabian Society Objective View

 

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In eighteen eighty-four, a vision was born,
A gentle flame in socialism’s dawn.
The Fabian Society, steady, not fast,
Believed in change that would last and last.

Not through revolt, not sudden might,
But gradual progress, steady and right.
A think-tank formed with pen and mind,
Seeking reforms for all mankind.

They write and publish, advise and train,
Through reports, debates, their ideas gain.
Health and education, work and skill,
Policy shaped by reason and will.

Linked to Labour, yet not the state,
Their influence comes through intellect, not fate.
Ministers, MPs, some in their fold,
Carry their ideas, gentle yet bold.

Events and seminars, networks grown,
Young Fabians learning seeds once sown.
A whisper of guidance, a shaping hand,
Ideas ripple through the land.

They do not govern, do not command,
No secret cabal rules the strand.
Power resides in votes and law,
Not in think-tank halls or what they draw.

Yet myths arise of hidden might,
Of shadows steering day and night.
History fuels such tales untamed,
Because their influence is widely framed.

But influence is not the same as reign,
It’s thought, not force, that spreads their gain.
Ideas take root, some ministers see,
How Fabian vision may help set policy free.

So subtle yet real, their role unfolds,
Through intellect’s touch, not iron holds.
A society old, still shaping debate,
Not running Britain, but helping create.

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Catch Ya Later ….

This is the ‘Official’ Objective View – Make of it what You will.

With ‘Hope Not Hate’ Influencing  the Curriculum in the UK Education Systems
… AKA; ‘Woke Indoctrination Hubs’
…. The Future Of Great Britain is now looking very bleak!

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