I am long in the tooth enough to remember the whole entry circus into the Common Market. The ways we were pulled and pushed then was a gentlemanly affair suiting the likes of PM Heath’s demeanour.
Today in the final throes of Brexit led by a satanic witch and party of moronic self seekers and would be plutocrats, the circus has the same ragged top with clowns littering its ring. Any semblance of a ‘gentlemanly thing’ went west long ago and before Rees Mogg’s plastic Ealing comedy type making the teens and millennials snigger in their soaked corner of crapulence cultivated selfishly through their latest hand held tech.
The whole idea and implementation of Brexit was formulated pre Thatcher to divert attention from the upcoming (then) master stroke of the greed infested corporate arse licking politicos who had already began placing WD40 into the revolving doors they would in future be using in rapid succession. 2008 was merely a trial run.
The greatest threat came from the hoi poloi, the great unwashed who if they got a sniff of reality and what was being laid down for them would have seriously revolted. Revolution is a strange and to be avoided animal for the British commoner. The soup of bolshy trades unions confronting The Boss was as tepid an attempt as they were mostly prepared to muster.
Ignorance is bliss they would crow feeling terribly well heeled and educated to a philosophy in severe rabies mode. Music, drugs, the benefit system, unique inverted snobbery of too lazy to work the jobs the blacks and Pakis were taking off them suited their monstrously ignorant mentality.
Lest we avoid the class system ladder not knowingly sold cheaper in John Lewis, the middle classes, no less ignorant but in a class of their own could be seen wearing what they took as invisible dunces caps, merely, oh so politely, farted and pretended they did not shit in the same vacuous way as the working class and professed their slaughtering Godmother Mrs T was the best thing to happen to this country since Elizabeth First. Little did they know (and that was fact) how cripplingly and nauseously this modern day Boudicca would turn and savage every last penny from their precious investment folios, English castles and pension funds through her stormtroopers, the Banksters and Asset Stripping Managers.
Fast forward to today, we are told as one of the fun facts that the service industry will be ring fenced from any sort of Brexit. Of course it will as it this very service industry that has been earmarked to be the forward guard of the vain attempts to make a success of an In, Out or round the houses exit from the most undemocratic entity namely the EU.
You see throughout all these years of blindsiding, obfuscation and deliberate confusing of the creative crowd, the sole objective has been to cream off the most amount of gold, silver and ill gotten wealth for the few at the top of the shit pile.
The rest, well do we really care for the rest?
The swift and direct answer is NO! Always has been since time immemorial. However today Brexit gives us an illusion we shall be free and released from the pay the piper principle, be our own boss (really?) and see a whole new ocean of opportunity in new trade partners, deals and an amassing of a 21st century wealth provision as we have never experienced before, save in the days of Empire.
Of course Empire made a very select few humongously wealthy. That carried on for centuries culminating in an Industrial Revolution purporting to serve the masses yet at the same time using them as slave labour. Did I say we were rotten at revolution? Well those that were not were those steering the Industrial Revolution. The few with their fingers in the honey pot and between their East End whores’ legs, professing equality yet abusing as always their serf servicers and authoritarian followers.
Science and discovery made great leaps forward yet merely servicing the great unwashed with toys to keep them calm, subservient and on the production line. Innovators and creative thinkers leaped at opportunities to invent, create and with luck make themselves as rich as their mentors. If their patents and trademarks were not taken down, over and stolen into the rich deep pockets of elite chancers they could be considered lucky until the next tool of control – the manipulated markets created yet another boom bust economic disaster/miracle.
A lie does not consist in the indirect position of words, but in the desire and intention, by false speaking, to deceive and injure your neighbour.
As technology advanced under the now powerful military industrial complex ever more plastic and attractive ‘must haves’ had to be created to keep the masses comatose and seemingly happy with new found freedoms in choice, handhelds and ways of purchase methodologies. The Internet and a furious debt economy package was rolled out at the highest speed possible. It was so fast that people believed their next stop was Dan Dare’s new Sci Fi world or for the Millenials Star Wars and replicant freedom gifting bright futures.
The amount of money creamed off is reflected in the poster child images of Bezos, Suckerberg, Musk, Branson and their lesser sprog football mega millionaires, sport’s golden kinder and wannabe have it alls. The puppet masters like the Waltons, Soros, Clintons and their shady vile Wall Street thugs played their part as their Biggest Boss – the Bank of England owners Rothschild Cartel – ordered them to.
In the greater scheme of things mosquitoes like Brexit would serve beautifully in allowing so many eyes to be kept off the balls in the air, especially when the occasional one was dropped. It benefited the idea of global disorder, division and discord, along with an arbitrary yet significant genocidal culling necessary to create a far smaller slave task force of worker ants.
To anyone having lived through the divisive, hate fuelled and despicable rabble rousing repetitive drone billed as Brexit, i.e. most of us, nothing good will come from this treacle of treachery, this disabusing of good yet simple people.
What will come to pass is an even more solid disillusionment, a hardening of polarities and a field excellently fertilised to seed even greater dissent, growing violence and stupidity in equal portions and exponentially. These will be the foundations for their new world.
This new world will ultimately become a pyrrhic victory for centuries of preparation leading to this singular psychopathic World Order. As in nature where disease, virulent poisoning cycles are necessarily staunched, reprocessed and composted, so the cycle of the East will rise, like the rising sun. Banishing darkness of millennia it will herald in an eon of cooperation, respect for true diversity and an equality and balance not seen since pre-Sumerian days. The wheel turns between reinvention, yet learning from such millennia long experiments is never a given when factoring in the human element. The instantaneous blinding light of a nuclear winter is never far from insanity.
So battle your way through the Brexit Gate, pump up your posture allowing pomp and circumstance to flourish yet realise what you see as a new dawn to be the ever growing glow of your own self destruction. Its blast will become amplified as the EU implodes, the absurdly bankrupt USA will have its plug pulled and that famous reset button will be coloured red
As surely as the West will fall into its own putrid puddle of hubris, sanity will rise and offer its compassionate hand from everywhere that never bought into the bullshit served at a bloated table Hogarth would have chortled at, drawn and cursed and Swift would have remarked insightfully:
“When a true genius appears, you can know him by this sign: that all the dunces are in a confederacy against him”
Your prepping has never before been more needed and imperative!
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Jonathan Trapman, author, journalist and Outsider merely carries on the work of Toto Trapman, researcher, journalist and Public Enemy No 1. to the elite forces ranged against him for his research and uncoverings.
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Toto Trapman: Journalist for The London Telegraph, author of several well received books include The Dog, Man’s Best Friend, The Greeks Triumphant and Straight Tips for Subs and co-founder/creator for the British Army, the Bicycle Battalions. As a researcher and investigative reporter and ex Secret Service operative, he was responsible for uncovering hidden pathways to the Global Deep State following the global financial crash of 1929.