Friday, 28 September 2012

The Confederacy of Villainy.



I believe in forgiveness, indeed I am certain we all need it, ‘me’ included.

But forgiveness is something that has boundaries’. For example one can forgive somebody who kills another person in a fit of temper, I know I can forgive somebody who lashes out in a moment of madness and hurts another person. But a recidivist who steals money and kills people over and over and over and over again, and again, and etc, is beyond absolution.

Not only are such people unworthy to receive our clemency, but they would not change their actions even if they were to receive it. For such people, the only thing that will temper their behaviour is death, and as hard as that is to accept, it is the truth.

Now this presents us ordinary folk with a problem does it not? For apart from a very few psychotic individuals the only people who routinely carry out such vile crimes and fit this criteria of ‘recidivist criminal’ are governments and The Elite who run them.

These villains, and they are villainous; sit at the head of a snake like organised crime syndicate that deliberately engineers social dysfunction, mass poverty, mass starvation, grand theft on a global scale, and horrific mass murder in the form of continual warfare, and all this is done in the name of profit for a Super Elite who are without a doubt ‘criminally insane’.

This is the world of true evil for they are clearly Sociopaths, and like all such vermin they will continue to do what they have always done because that is what Sociopaths do. They never, ever, stop.

Sociopaths do not do regret or have compassion for others, they do not know what love is, and morals? Forget it, the only thing that matters to such people is ‘self’. Oh they are skilled at putting on a show for public viewing; they seem charming, intelligent, even warm, but it is all a show.

The underlying truth of this type of human being is that they are not human at all, they are callous unfeeling monsters who care not a whit for those they destroy to secure their positions of power, and the hardest thing for the rest of us to do is accept this FACT as ‘reality’ because of all traits that they posses, Sociopath’s are the greatest of liars with a chameleon like ability to hide in plain sight.

This then is the world we live in. A world in which they have formed a club, a Confederacy of Villainy if you will, and be of no mistaken understanding that this is a tightly knit team, for it is not such.

The Confederacy of Villainy is a dangerous club to be in. If any one of its members threatens the stability of the whole, then the other associates will turn on him and devour him with a viciousness they reserve for such turncoats, for they cannot allow him to expose to the world the true extent of their collective misanthropy.

In many ways they are as enslaved as the rest of the world which they rule, for having no moral code, and possessing no fidelity to each other, they know for absolute certainty that if they break with the others they will be destroyed.

I know I know; you are all thinking ‘another mad conspiracy theorist ‘right?

Wrong.

But I will not tell you why, that is for you to discover for yourselves.

Good luck.

Friday, 7 September 2012

The golden up fields...


They give you just enough
To keep your limbs from failing
So ye can work another shift
And hear your heart a wailing.

Tis murder I tell thee,
Nothing short of a slaughter
To work away yer life
To their ungodly laughter.

And yet they live well fed
In resplendent girth
Residing in shining palaces
While ye in squalid dearth.

Our wails and our bereavements
Are but his stepping stones of plunder
And his boots are covered in the blood
Of the disabled he’s put six feet under.

And children left to fend
For themselves beyond his sight
Live each rotten abandoned day
Questioning his right

To make them pay a poor man’s wage
To sit in places of esteemed learning
While he sits in Westminster
His face fat and sickly gurning.

He clothes himself in righteous fury
If any dare ask where was his heart last seen?
As he burns yet another Paraplegic child
In his tragic ATOS dream.

“You’re fit to work, you’re fit to work
Stop that gnashing of your teeth
You are nothing but lazy scroungers
And you’re all unclean”.

He sighs as though weary...

“God has sought to punish you
And I am but his instrument on Earth
And it is my fate, to rule over you
I am better by my birth.

His ghastly trade is one of hate
And driven by his rancour
The poor are punished by his mates
For being of lowly blood.

“The Poor are all envious” He cries
“And our riches, they do hate
They despise our goodly manners.
And our Godly state”

“WE ARE ENGLAND.
We are the law.
We are the rulers,
And they mere peasant spawn”.

And so they have no darkened nights
Spent in bitter angst; nor tearful regret
For they are the God seed
And we their stupid pets.

Oh how the mighty strut
All cock a hoop they go
When another piece of our England
They sell to carrion crow.

But The Adversary lives in terror
That ye might rise and sunder
His head from his neck
And him the Poor put under.

The echoes of Percy’s rhyme
Ring out across the land,
‘We are not their chattel
We are not their damned’.

Let the horsemen cometh
And let their cloaks be unshed
To reveal the comportment
Of their awful dread.

Of free men and women
Walking upright in the sun
Casting away their shackles
And the Tory world undone.

The golden upfields we was promised
And them we can attain
But first we must put to the sword
Those who’d have us all enchained.

Come now let ye all stand up
And side by side we stride,
Towards our golden futures
And them be cast aside.

We are men of oak
Tempered in our stormy hills
A multiracial kaleidoscope
Not owned by slavers bills.

Fight now then ye men
Against their evil incarnate
And our future is shining golden
Over yonder hills

Heaven waits...


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