When Food Becomes A Weapon To Control The Population’s Mind, Body And Soul For Monetary Gain! You Have To Wonder? – Are We Merely ‘Worker-Drones’ For The Globalist Elite!?
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Screens glow bright in evening light, their colors slick and grand,
They whisper low of dough and doughnuts shaped by hidden hand.
A thousand ads with frying pans parade in hungry streams,
To seed desire and stoke the fire that simmers in our dreams.
The burgers gleam, the cheeses steam, the sauces drip and shine,
A symphony of recipes designed to blur the line.
Between a need and greedy feed, between a meal and more,
Till appetites ignite like kites that tug forevermore.
The shows appear with smiling cheer and judges bold and loud,
They cook, compete, present the treat to captivate the crowd.
Week by week the flavors speak and lure the watchers near,
A ritual feast through glowing beast the living rooms revere.
The ovens roar, the ratings soar, the sponsors line the stage,
Each plated bite becomes a sight to anchor every age.
From couch to phone the orders flown through apps that swiftly glide,
A rider near with takeaway to place it by your side.
The wrappers tear, the scented air awakens deeper need,
The sugar sings, temptation clings like ivy to the seed.
A midnight snack becomes a stack of habits tightly wound,
Where quiet gain becomes a chain of pounds that gather round.
Meanwhile halls of sterile walls count profits tall and wide,
Where pills await each rising weight the adverts helped to guide.
Insurance tallies hidden valleys carved by modern taste,
Where claims arise from sugared skies and years of dietary waste.
The cycle spins on greased-up pins through markets vast and grand,
A tidy scheme behind the screen devised by subtle hand.
For where there’s ill there’s profit still to harvest from the pain,
And medicine will welcome in the swelling health-care chain.
The watchers sit, convinced a bit this hunger’s simply theirs,
Unaware of crafted snares that linger in the airs.
The laughter bright on cooking night distracts the quiet clue,
That every cheer draws viewers near to crave another chew.
And far beyond the studio’s glow where quiet ledgers lie,
The engines hum of markets numb beneath a profit sky.
From farm to fork the pathways cork with deals both dark and deep,
While watchers chew what they once knew was merely harmless treat.
So salivate at every plate the networks proudly show,
Where recipes and rivalries ensure the cravings grow.
A gentle spell through sight and smell that keeps the viewers fed,
Until the cost appears embossed on body, mind, and bread.
Thus glows the screen with silver sheen each hungry evening hour,
A banquet staged upon the page of profit, praise, and power.
And in that light the bites seem right, the story neatly spread,
Till health and wealth reveal the stealth that quietly was bred.
Why would any government or globalist body feel the need to instigate a ‘food-junkie’ pandemic?
Consider that the most profitable industries in the world are Big Pharma – Insurance – Health & The War Machine and You’ll have the answer staring you in the face.
But How? …. Maybe finance the global TV advertising networks to continuously promote and feature food products during peak viewing times? So that viewers will salivate and order a takeaway to be delivered by the numerous ‘delivery companies’, usually using the services of the ‘black economy’ (AKA; CHEAP!)
Maybe sponsor numerous Foodie Programmes to be shown at Peak Viewing Times to keep those mouths salivating even more!
Then why not introduce the ‘competition element’ to these programmes to make doubly sure that the viewers come back for MORE! week-after-week?
Sounds like a ‘plan-demic’ to me .. A plan to cause an obesity pandemic .. Where health will certainly deteriorate. Where Big Pharma see’s profits SOAR! As folk start claiming on their ‘Health Insurances’ to try to recover from their health issues caused by their ‘now’ food addiction.
Seems like the perfect scenario EH? … Social Hypnosis through ‘Agent TV1’ as found in ‘The Human Survival Blueprint‘ by Ven Bunce.
The Globalists, Private Billionaires, Political Figures, Big Pharma, Insurance Co’s, Health Services, All raking in the Dollars/Pounds from the unsuspecting populations of the world who just ‘think’ they like food.
OH! Did I forget the ‘War Machine’?? … WELL! They have to get their Cannon-Fodder from somewhere. Doesn’t matter if they’re fit or not, just numbers of disposable human flesh is ALL that’s required as in ‘The Universal Soldier‘ by Ven Bunce.
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‘The Kling-On-PM’ – He Has No Power – No Morals – No Ethics – No Integrity – No Honesty – No Loyalty – No Faith – But is intent on dragging his Nation to the ‘Pit-Of-Hell’ To hand over his Nation to the highest Socialist Bidder, Lock-Stock-And Barrel – With no conscience to bother him because of his psychotic disability
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In marble halls he wears a borrowed crown,
A paper king in tattered, thin renown.
He thunders loud yet stands on hollow ground,
Where truth is lost and conscience can’t be found.
No power in the pulse behind his hand,
No moral compass pointing through the land.
No ethics lighting lanterns in the night,
No integrity to guard the right.
No honesty to steady what he swore,
No loyalty to those he led before.
No faith in roots that held the nation fast,
Just shifting shadows from a broken past.
He chants of progress, painted bold and bright,
While dimming every steadfast, guiding light.
He bargains futures, lock and stock and steel,
And signs away His Nation’s ideal.
He courts the bidder with the fattest purse,
And calls the bargain anything but curse.
The highest hand becomes his chosen guide,
As heritage is quietly set aside.
He trims the sails to any passing gale,
And calls retreat a visionary tale.
The pit he digs is lined with gilded lies,
A velvet drop beneath unwatchful eyes.
He speaks of dawn while drawing down the sun,
Proclaims the race is lost before begun.
A nation’s trust becomes a traded coin,
Its fractured voice too scattered to rejoin.
No conscience knocks upon his guarded door,
No shame seeps through the polished palace floor.
If madness whispers, he mistakes it crown,
And wears delusion like a sacred gown.
He brands dissent as treachery and sin,
Yet hears no riot raging from within.
The people watch the pageant and the flame,
And slowly learn the cost of gilded shame.
For kingdoms fall when leaders lose their core,
And empty hearts demand a little more.
When power masks a void too dark to tell,
The road descends, stone by stone, toward hell.
Please ponder on the following story. As if it’s a continuation of the poem above.
**The Chancellor of Purgatory **
In the neon-lit capital of Purgatory, beneath a sky webbed with surveillance drones and flickering propaganda streams, our Chancellor assures us that everything is under control.
He says it often.
The banners hanging from the spires of the Ministry glow with slogans about unity, progress, and collective destiny. Holographic choirs recite the virtues of compliance. Meanwhile, the grid falters, the outer districts ration oxygen, and the old Constitution – once etched in titanium beneath the Westminster floor – has been quietly sealed behind bio-metric locks “for preservation.”
The Chancellor did not seize power in a blaze of conquest. He drifted into it – buoyed by spectacle, outrage cycles, and algorithmic applause. In the early days, he promised to stabilize the fractured union. He spoke of healing the rifts between global elites and surface labourers. He promised fairness, redistribution, and a new dawn calibrated by data.
But power, as we are re-learning, is not the same as authority.
Authority rests on trust. On moral ballast. On a willingness to be constrained by something greater than oneself.
Our Chancellor governs as though such constraints are relics of a primitive age.
His cabinet is a revolving door of ‘loyal ideological bidders’. Entire sectors of the economy have been nationalised under the banner of ‘strategic solidarity’ only to be handed off to favoured consortiums whose pledges align neatly with the Ministry’s doctrine. Lock, stock, and whole industries that generations built are now absorbed into a centralized apparatus that answers not to citizens, but to a tightening circle of ‘apparatchiks’.
He calls it optimization.
Critics call it liquidation.
The free press – what remains of it – has been reclassified as ‘destabilising infrastructure’ Independent guilds are audited into submission. Regional mayors who resist policy directives find their security clearances revoked and their reputations shredded by coordinated disinformation swarms.
Through it all, the Chancellor smiles in augmented broadcasts, his voice soulless, his gaze steady. He frames dissent as sabotage. He frames consolidation as compassion. He frames surrender as strategy.
There is something unnerving about the absence behind his rhetoric. No moral hesitation. No public grappling with unintended consequences. When a food-distribution AI malfunction left three counties in blackout and famine, he described it as a “necessary recalibration.” When veterans of past Wars protested the dismantling of their pension system, he suggested their expectations were “outdated artifacts.”
It is not merely policy that troubles many of us. It is the vacuum. Where voices are ignored at best – Or Silenced!
A leader can be wrong and still be grounded in principle. But what happens when principle itself is negotiable? When loyalty flows only upward? When truth bends to expedience? The result is not governance – it is drift – It is an Oligarchy.
And drift, in any space, is dangerous.
Here was once a beacon! – A messy, argumentative, vibrant democracy that spanned continents and colonies. We were imperfect, but anchored. Now, as assets are consolidated and dissent recoded as deviance, the trajectory feels less like reform and more like descent.
No tyrant ever announces a march toward the abyss. They call it renewal. They call it equity. They call it the future.
But if a nation trades its conscience for comfort, its institutions for immediacy, and its liberty for luminous promises projected across the night sky, it should not be surprised to find the ground giving way beneath its feet and Dystopia appearing ever clearly on the horizon.
The question is no longer whether the Chancellor has power.
The question is whether we remember that, ultimately, WE! DO!
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You may or may not remember Kate Bush’s ‘Cloud-Busting’ … The ‘Elite’ have been able to control Rain since 1953 … Do You REALLY THINK! All of the rain being experienced in MANY parts of the world just now (February 2026) is all Coincidence! – Or Climate-Change!?
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You may recall Cloud-busting drifting through the air,
A beating heart, a humming wire, a scientist’s prayer.
A machine to pull the rain from a stubborn sky,
To make the storm clouds gather, to make the dry fields cry.
But since nineteen fifty-three, so whispers the tale,
An ‘Elite!’ learned how to tip the atmospheric scale.
To herd the clouds like cattle across the dome of blue,
And loose the floods – where once clear sunlight grew.
Do you really think the deluge is chance alone?
When rivers burst their banks and the wild winds moan?
When many lands are drowning all at once in rain,
Is it climate-Change, or a calculated chain?
They call it change of climate, a warming sphere,
But some cry ‘geo-engineering’ working in the rear.
Political levers pulling thunder’s rein,
Power wrapped in lightning, influence in rain.
Fields once gold with harvest – now sinking in the mud,
Nutrients leached out by a weaponized flood.
Soil turned sour – where the green shoots fail,
And cattle grow thin – where the farmers wail.
Sheep on the hillside with hunger in their eyes,
Watching as another season dies.
Farming collapses from continent to shore,
Barn doors swinging on a hope no more.
Meanwhile the air feels heavy in the chest,
A tightening breath that will not rest.
Lungs inflamed in the dampened breeze,
Whispers of .C.O.P.D. on the coughing seas.
Fungal phantoms ride in misty air,
Invisible spores settling everywhere.
Debilitating infections, silent and slow,
Bloom where the engineered rainfalls go.
Then comes the warning on every screen,
A new declared crisis, unseen.
Pandemic language rolling like drums,
Lockdowns ordered as the darkness comes.
Masks return like a uniformed tide,
Vaccinations mandated far and wide.
And voices rise from a global throne,
Policies etched in bureaucratic stone.
The W. H. O speaks with urgent tone,
Guidelines cast across each zone.
While socialist governments echo the call,
Claiming it’s safety for one and all.
Coincidence, climate, or hidden hand,
A storm of questions sweeps the land.
Between the thunder and the refrain,
We stand and wonder at the falling rain.
In 1985, Kate Bush released ‘Cloud-Busting’ — a song inspired by the dream of drawing rain from an empty sky. It told the story of invention, belief, and the audacity to imagine that humanity could influence the weather itself. At the time, it felt poetic, even whimsical. Today, for many people around the world watching unprecedented rainfall patterns unfold, the idea no longer feels like fantasy. It feels unsettlingly plausible.
Across multiple continents, communities are experiencing relentless downpours, catastrophic flooding, and unseasonal storms. Governments and major institutions consistently attribute these events to climate change — a complex, long-term shift in global weather patterns driven largely by industrial emissions. Climate science certainly supports the reality of a warming planet and its destabilizing effects. Yet for some observers, the scale, timing, and concentration of certain weather events raise deeper questions.
The concept of geo-engineering — deliberate, large-scale intervention in Earth’s climate systems — is no longer confined to conspiracy forums or speculative fiction. Academic institutions openly research solar radiation management, cloud seeding, and atmospheric aerosol injection as potential tools to counteract warming. Cloud seeding, in particular, has been in experimental use since the mid-20th century. While typically presented as a method to alleviate drought or enhance snowfall, its existence proves one thing clearly: human beings can, at least to some extent, influence precipitation.
This reality fuels a more troubling suspicion in some circles — that weather manipulation could be weaponized or politically leveraged. Heavy, sustained rainfall can devastate agriculture. When fields are flooded repeatedly, soil nutrients are washed away. Crops fail. Livestock suffer from malnutrition. Local farming economies collapse. Food scarcity increases dependency on centralized supply chains.
Whether intentional or not, extreme weather has undeniable geopolitical consequences. THINK! Bill Gates War Against Farms and Farmers Worldwide, and The UK Net Zero Madness that is prepared to accept and go along with the ludicrous INTENT by Evil Minds.
Simultaneously, prolonged damp conditions can create fertile environments for respiratory illnesses and fungal growth. Increased humidity and mold exposure are known contributors to lung inflammation and chronic conditions such as COPD. In a world already sensitized by recent global health crises, rising illness rates — whatever their cause — can trigger renewed calls for emergency measures. International bodies like the ‘World Health Organization’ – W.H.O. – carry enormous influence in shaping global responses to public health threats, often working in alignment with national governments.
It is important to be clear: there is no verified evidence that a coordinated global program is deliberately engineering rainfall to destroy farms or induce illness. Extraordinary claims require extraordinary proof. However, the growing openness around geo-engineering research, combined with visible climate instability and heightened political polarization, creates fertile ground for public distrust.
What lies at the heart of these concerns is not merely weather — it is transparency. People want assurance that powerful technologies are not being deployed without public knowledge or consent. They want confidence that all crises — environmental or medical — are addressed proportionately and ethically. They want clarity in an era saturated with information yet starved of trust.
Whether one views extreme rainfall as the accelerating consequence of climate change or fears undisclosed manipulation, the deeper issue is accountability. The sky above us feels less predictable than ever. In times like these, open scientific dialogue, independent oversight, and informed public discourse are not luxuries — they are necessities.
Rain has always carried symbolism: renewal, destruction, cleansing, sorrow. Today it also carries questions….. ????
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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!
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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A Poem, Song and Article explaining just HOW ‘Health & Safety’ has diminished our standard of living in Great Britain and brought Us to Our knees ‘financially’ as a Nation – On Purpose!
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The builders felt it first they say,
A shadow creeping in – one fateful day.
A force that claimed our freedoms – piece by piece,
Called it’s tightening chains “Health and Safety.”
A system born of rules that never end,
A costly maze no wallet can defend.
A cartel crowned with power from above,
Printing its fortune while demanding our love.
From work-sites grim to every home and street,
Its touch makes simple tasks no small feat.
Once one wage fed a family safe and sound,
But now such comfort’s rarely to be found.
Two jobs now pull tired hands apart,
Leaving childcare as the only start.
Parents watching as their newborns go
To places shaped by minds they barely know.
A world the speaker calls woke and bold,
A plan they say was drafted – long foretold.
Since ninety-seven’s shift in uk power’s hall,
A single socialist Party’s echo fills it all.
Through nurseries soft and classrooms wide,
The message flows like an incoming tide.
From junior days to halls of higher lore,
The lessons shape the minds they’re aiming for.
A culture forged in red and restless fire,
Where old beliefs are pushed into the pyre.
Through every stage this river seems to run,
Touching daughters, fathers, mothers, sons.
And “Health & Safety,” in the speaker’s view,
Is but the vessel carrying something new.
A quiet tool of order and control,
Steering the course of Britain’s soul.
So rings the tale – whether feared or true..
Of freedoms lost, and what we’re marching to.
A poem voiced from one who stands to say
The cost of Health and Safety rules grows higher every day.
The Construction Industry seemed to have been the FIRST! to experience the ‘Satanic Control Over Our Freedoms’ Financed by Our-Selves!! .. AKA; ‘Health & Safety’ – They are another Cartel that is basically a ‘Licence To Print Money’ FOR Themselves while doing the ‘UniParties’ WILL! …
H&S has encroached on ALL areas of Life in the UK and beyond, making everything FAR MORE Expensive than should EVER BE! … Before H&S, One Man/Woman could earn enough to FEED, House, and Provide a comfortable Lifestyle on ONE WAGE! …
NOW!?? – It’s virtually impossible for MOST folk .. Two jobs is NOW a necessity! – Meaning Child-Care for MANY families is something they can no longer avoid! .. Many mothers/fathers are having to ‘Give Up’ the care of their ‘One-Year-Old-Baby’ into the care of a predominantly WOKE! Environment ..
All Planned Many years ago by ‘The UniParty’ in Britain that has been a Socialist Stronghold since 1997 … That Woke Indoctrination follows that child through Pre-School, Junior School, Secondary Education, College & University so that UK Society is a totally WOKE/Socialist/Communist Stronghold ..
Health & Safety being the conduit that just ‘keeps on giving’ in the CONTROL of British Society ….
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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“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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Explore how Trump’s criticism of Keir Starmer spotlights Britain’s struggle over immigration, national security, and political courage. A sharp, original analysis plus a powerful poem capturing the debate’s core themes.
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In halls of power where decisions loom,
Some speak softly, tiptoeing through the gloom.
Others stride forward, unmoved by fear,
Their voices sharp, their message clear.
A nation watches with uneasy eyes,
As leaders weigh truth against polite disguise.
One calls for strength with a thunderous tone,
Another hesitates on a quieter throne.
Britain is split between China and Islam
With China Holding Financial Ransome
Islam Bullies Our Weak and Meek
Politicians Cower, The Hunters? – They Seek……
Borders tremble where intentions blur,
Where safety and mercy together stir.
A balance fragile as autumn air,
Demanding courage few leaders dare.
Trump speaks loudly, for better or worse,
Turning caution into a public curse.
He mocks the timid and praises the bold,
In language brash, unfiltered, cold.
Starmer stands measured, thoughtful, calm,
Preferring prudence over force or harm.
Yet whispers grow that the careful pace
Leaves Britain doubting his steely face.
Britain is split between China and Islam
With China Holding Financial Ransome
Islam Bullies Our Weak and Meek
Politicians Cower, The Hunters? – They Seek……
For people crave leaders who firmly stand,
Who guard the gates with a steady hand.
Not out of hatred, but duty’s claim—
To shield the innocent from hidden flame.
Humanity calls from distant lands,
From those who once fought at our command.
But chaos brews where records fade,
And shadows move in the refugee’s shade.
Thus rises the question, sharp and clear:
Will decisions be shaped by truth or fear?
Can compassion walk beside control,
Or must one yield to make the other whole?
Britain is split between China and Islam
With China Holding Financial Ransome
Islam Bullies Our Weak and Meek
Politicians Cower, The Hunters? – They Seek……
A nation waits for a sign of will,
For words that echo with iron still.
For strength need not wear a tyrant’s face,
If guided wisely with moral grace.
Whether booming loud or speaking mild,
A leader must guard both land and child.
The choice is Britain’s—to judge who stands
With courage steady in uncertain lands.
And in that choice the truth is found:
A trembling voice will not resound.
For in an age where threats grow near,
The brave must lead—the weak must steer.
Britain is split between China and Islam
With China Holding Financial Ransome
Islam Bullies Our Weak and Meek
Politicians Cower, The Hunters? – They Seek……
“Trump Challenges Starmer: Immigration, Security, and the Battle for Political Courage”
In politics, perception is often as influential as policy. That dynamic was on full display this week as Donald Trump publicly criticised UK Prime Minister Keir Starmer over Britain’s handling of Afghan migrant security concerns. Whether one agrees with Trump or not, the contrast he drew between boldness and timidity is striking—because it touches a nerve that has been exposed across Europe for years: the fear that Western governments are too unsure of themselves to confront the darker realities of modern security.
Trump’s commentary—characteristically blunt—highlighted what many voters across Britain have quietly felt but rarely hear reflected in mainstream political language: the sense that the government’s immigration policy often seems shaped more by anxiety over public backlash than by clear strategic priorities. Trump framed Starmer’s approach as hesitant, even fearful, whereas his own proposals draw from a different political instinct entirely: *projecting strength first, negotiating details later*.
Regardless of how one feels about Trump’s tone, his critique lands because the UK is still wrestling with a difficult contradiction. On the one hand, the nation maintains humanitarian commitments—especially toward Afghans who assisted British forces. On the other, security agencies have warned repeatedly about the real risks posed by individuals who may be entering the country with uncertain documentation, murky histories, or affiliations unknown even to themselves. It is not xenophobic to acknowledge this tension. It is realistic.
The problem for Starmer is not that he lacks intelligence or good intentions; it is that he sits atop a political tradition deeply uncomfortable with blunt language about security and immigration. Britain’s political class is trained to speak in cautious qualifiers, endlessly balancing optics against action. The result has been years of policies that appear to move forward and backward at the same time.
Contrast that to Trump’s style. He doesn’t hedge. He doesn’t worry about tone. And whether one sees that as refreshing or reckless, it certainly carries political weight. Many voters in both the US and UK appreciate directness—even if they reject the man delivering it.
This is where Starmer risks losing ground. His government has attempted to signal a more disciplined, more serious approach to border control than his predecessors in Labour. But seriousness must be felt, not simply announced. When security concerns arise—such as questions about Afghan arrivals whose backgrounds cannot be fully verified—the public expects a firm, decisive response. Anything less appears nervous, even weak.
None of this is an argument for shutting down refugee pathways altogether. Britain has a moral responsibility to protect those who stood with its forces, and a practical interest in supporting stability worldwide. But compassion without control is simply chaos. And control requires political courage—something Trump, for all his flaws, is rarely accused of lacking.
Ultimately, the question raised by this political clash is not whether Trump “humiliated” Starmer, but rather whether Starmer is willing to prove that Britain can be both open and strong at the same time. Voters want clarity. They want confidence. And they want to know that their leaders are more afraid of failing the public than of being criticised on social media.
Starmer does not need to imitate Trump to demonstrate resolve. But he does need to shake the lingering perception that Britain’s leaders are too nervous to confront uncomfortable truths about borders, security, and national identity. If he cannot, it will not take an American politician to embarrass him; the British electorate will handle that on its own.
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Inspirational poem on homelessness and poverty, social struggles and resilience, human dignity and support, empowering people and society.
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When people struggle, hope can fade from view,
Yet still a spark survives in me and you.
The homeless carry dreams they long to keep,
Though life grows heavy, and the climb is steep.
In poverty, the spirit may feel worn,
But even then, new strength can be reborn.
A gentle hand, a chance, a guiding light—
Can lift a weary soul back into sight.
A nation rises when its people rise,
When kindness clears the clouds from troubled skies.
Invest in hearts, and brighter days appear;
Plant seeds of hope, and futures grow more clear.
With fairer paths, the willing find their place,
And meet each morning with a steadier face.
Not every road is smooth or trouble-free,
But open doors can change a destiny.
Let those who strive step forward, brave and strong,
To build a world where everyone belongs.
Where work brings purpose, dignity, and grace,
And no one feels they burden or displace.
But still some fear work and society,
Find no path for hope in sobriety.
These folk forced to do what they hate
Place the bill firmly on society’s plate.
Business thrives! when workers are willing!
No pound displaced, no wasted shilling.
Let society fund those who can’t work.
Let those who Can! DO!….
Let those who Can’t Shirk!
Encouragement can spark a brighter flame,
And help a dreamer rise above their shame.
For when a life is given room to grow,
Its gifts return in ways we come to know.
Lift those who falter, help them stand again;
A hopeful heart can carry many men.
And when we rise together, hand in hand,
We shape a kinder, more united land.
If these warm thoughts are ones you choose to share,
May they inspire someone, – somewhere, – to care.
Remember; The Homeless, – they find it almost impossible to find work. Then those living in Poverty are also NOT inclined to put in a good days work either, as more often than not they are ‘clinically depressed’ by the situation they find themselves in.
A ‘Content Society’ is a ‘Productive Society’ so it stands to reason that you HAVE to invest in The People first before you see this once Great Nation – Great Britain – reclaim it’s rightful place on the world stage. We need people to pay Taxes, but they can’t do that on Minimum Wage, Zero-Hours-Contracts or On Benefits, so by priming the pump we actually INCREASE the amount of taxes being paid into the treasury. Governments KNOW this, but their Ideologies and Personal Greed gets in the way.
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 answers 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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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.
