EyesOpen Posted October 9, 2012 Share Posted October 9, 2012 OK, if X-Factor is your main objective on an evening, or your primary discussion in the pub is who won the footie just leave, you lot are no use to society's future anymore, just enjoy the little creature comforts you have left while they last. Has anyone seen the footage of the protests in Spain? no? well here you go. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hzP8znpQI9I You see that? that is coming to Briton very soon, the ugly truth is, is that Euorpe has become a dictatorship, you have a bunch of rule making lunatics in Brussels that have not been elected by anyone running Europe. It is collapsing around us while people are in a zombie like state staring at the T.V. But everyday people are waking up to this corrupt and seriously sick country we call the UK and the answer to this awakening is some good old police brutality to keep the voices low. Europe and this country It is being run be Sociopaths, narcissists and psychopaths and when I use those terms I am not joking., these "people" are anti-Human. There is no difference between the corporate sate and the Government here in the UK, the Multi national corporation rule the day and the Government are nothing but puppets to syphon off your labour and money to them, we are losing chunks of the NHS every day for Corporate profit and people say nothing, nothing while these criminals sell of your country. What the hell happened to the spine of the British people? how did we get into this drone like state of mind? how much more can we take before enough is enough? people need to turn the T.V off! and when I mean off I mean off! I stopped watching T.V many years ago and I have never seen things so clear, just switch it off and do your brain a favor, we have been asleep too long now. Just stop! look around you, everyone can feel it, deep down I know everyone with any Humanity left in this self important, me me me, Facebook, narcissistic society can feel something is very wrong. Where have our communities gone? where have our local pubs gone? our fruit and veg stalls, our butchers and bakers? just think how dependent you have become on supermarkets, is that normal? ask yourself, is it? how have we given so much power to these greedy corporations? How have we become a country that votes labour, get screwed over, then vote Tory, get screwed over then vote Labour again, and the cycle continues, it's like watching apes throw crap around. Stop voting, that is the only true vote left, stop playing the rigged game, you cannot win, they are all the same. Look at this artical, and if it's easier for you or don't have the time just look at the pictures. http://www.bilderberg.org/nwo2007.htm There is your Mayor of London and the Prime Minister, Gerorge Osborne was also part of that "club" these lot have been mates since youths and now run the country, they were bullies and criminals that could get away with anything because they had rich parent that got them out of any trouble with money. they don't care about you. this country is nothing more but the playground that they all mingled in as children. Gerorge Osborne claimed £40 for a bar of God damn sope! that is yours and my money, that is someone shopping for a week. he claimed up to £900,000 on two homes through MP's expenses which he sold and pocketed, again your money, this is not even a loop hole, it's plain breaking the law, if me or you did this we would be in jail for life! I speak to people on this stuff and people call me a nutter, or some kind of conspiracy crack pot but these are facts, is there anyone out there who can see what I see? There is so much more to this as well, this is the edge of the rabbit hole at how deep this goes yet nobody is speaking about it? why? If we do not rise up to this we are all seriously in trouble, we cannot last another 2 years of this, our country is falling apart, how much more money is going to be given to the banks? over 1.3 TRILLION pounds since 2008, the Human mind finds it hard to even fathom such a number. Sigh...the question is what can we do to stop this before it is too late? because we are on the edge of no return. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Drone Posted October 9, 2012 Share Posted October 9, 2012 They need replacing tonight, really they do Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rupert_Baehr Posted October 9, 2012 Share Posted October 9, 2012 Well, you certainly drew my attention to an alarming scenario! ...Gerorge Osborne claimed £40 for a bar of God damn sope! How the hell are we supposed to trust somebody who can't even spell a 4-letter word? If you want to attract people to your cause, then first you need to be able to spell 'cause'. That's 5 letters. Soap has 4. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
EyesOpen Posted October 9, 2012 Author Share Posted October 9, 2012 Well, you certainly drew my attention to an alarming scenario! How the hell are we supposed to trust somebody who can't even spell a 4-letter word? If you want to attract people to your cause, then first you need to be able to spell 'cause'. That's 5 letters. Soap has 4. Are you seriously this idiotic? Europe is turning into a dictatorship and your hang up is on a spelling mistake? Sigh... As for the word "trust" don't trust anything I say, go and do some research and use your own brain, people need to stop trusting anything. Maybe you would "trust" that Osbornes claim was just, you know, seems he spelt it correctly and all. Please just go away. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
I1L2T3 Posted October 9, 2012 Share Posted October 9, 2012 Well, you certainly drew my attention to an alarming scenario! How the hell are we supposed to trust somebody who can't even spell a 4-letter word? If you want to attract people to your cause, then first you need to be able to spell 'cause'. That's 5 letters. Soap has 4. That's a touch puerile. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
wednesday1 Posted October 9, 2012 Share Posted October 9, 2012 That's a touch puerile. T'owd lads getting more desperate by the day! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Drone Posted October 9, 2012 Share Posted October 9, 2012 police run by catholics ( not all, just the very top ) BBC run by catholics ( not the news readers, their innocent ) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
chem1st Posted October 9, 2012 Share Posted October 9, 2012 IN THE Lenin Barracks in Barcelona, the day before I joined the militia, I saw an Italian militiaman standing in front of the officers’ table. He was a tough-looking youth of twenty-five or six, with reddish-yellow hair and powerful shoulders. His peaked leather cap was pulled fiercely over one eye. He was standing in profile to me, his chin on his breast, gazing with a puzzled frown at a map which one of the officers had open on the table. Something in his face deeply moved me. It was the face of a man who would commit murder and throw away his life for a friend—the kind efface you would expect in an Anarchist, though as likely as not he was a Communist. There were both candour and ferocity in it; also the pathetic reverence that illiterate people have for their supposed superiors. Obviously he could not make head or tail of the map; obviously he regarded map-reading as a stupendous intellectual feat. I hardly know why, but I have seldom seen anyone—any man, I mean—to whom I have taken such an immediate liking. While they were talking round the table some remark brought it out that I was a foreigner. The Italian raised his head and said quickly: ‘Italiano?’ I answered in my bad Spanish: ‘No, Inglés. Y tú?’ ‘Italiano.’ As we went out he stepped across the room and gripped my hand very hard. Queer, the affection you can feel for a stranger! It was as though his spirit and mine had momentarily succeeded in bridging the gulf of language and tradition and meeting in utter intimacy. I hoped he liked me as well as I liked him. But I also knew that to retain my first impression of him I must not see him again; and needless to say I never did see him again. One was always making contacts of that kind in Spain. I mention this Italian militiaman because he has stuck vividly in my memory. With his shabby uniform and fierce pathetic face he typifies for me the special atmosphere of that time. He is bound up with all my memories of that period of the war—the red flags in Barcelona, the gaunt trains full of shabby soldiers creeping to the front, the grey war-stricken towns farther up the line, the muddy, ice-cold trenches in the mountains. This was in late December 1936, less than seven months ago as I write, and yet it is a period that has already receded into enormous distance. Later events have obliterated it much more completely than they have obliterated 1935, or 1905, for that matter. I had come to Spain with some notion of writing newspaper articles, but I had joined the militia almost immediately, because at that time and in that atmosphere it seemed the only conceivable thing to do. The Anarchists were still in virtual control of Catalonia and the revolution was still in full swing. To anyone who had been there since the beginning it probably seemed even in December or January that the revolutionary period was ending; but when one came straight from England the aspect of Barcelona was something startling and overwhelming. It was the first time that I had ever been in a town where the working class was in the saddle. Practically every building of any size had been seized by the workers and was draped with red flags or with the red and black flag of the Anarchists; every wall was scrawled with the hammer and sickle and with the initials of the revolutionary parties; almost every church had been gutted and its images burnt. Churches here and there were being systematically demolished by gangs of workmen. Every shop and cafe had an inscription saying that it had been collectivized; even the bootblacks had been collectivized and their boxes painted red and black. Waiters and shop-walkers looked you in the face and treated you as an equal. Servile and even ceremonial forms of speech had temporarily disappeared. Nobody said ‘Señor’ or ‘Don’ or even ‘Usted’; everyone called everyone else ‘Comrade’ and ‘Thou’, and said ‘Salud!’ instead of ‘Buenos dias’. Tipping was forbidden by law; almost my first experience was receiving a lecture from a hotel manager for trying to tip a lift-boy. There were no private motor-cars, they had all been commandeered, and all the trams and taxis and much of the other transport were painted red and black. The revolutionary posters were everywhere, flaming from the walls in clean reds and blues that made the few remaining advertisements look like daubs of mud. Down the Ramblas, the wide central artery of the town where crowds of people streamed constantly to and fro, the loudspeakers were bellowing revolutionary songs all day and far into the night. And it was the aspect of the crowds that was the queerest thing of all. In outward appearance it was a town in which the wealthy classes had practically ceased to exist. Except for a small number of women and foreigners there were no ‘well-dressed’ people at all. Practically everyone wore rough working-class clothes, or blue overalls, or some variant of the militia uniform. All this was queer and moving. There was much in it that I did not understand, in some ways I did not even like it, but I recognized it immediately as a state of affairs worth fighting for. Also I believed that things were as they appeared, that this was really a workers’ State and that the entire bourgeoisie had either fled, been killed, or voluntarily come over to the workers’ side; I did not realize that great numbers of well-to-do bourgeois were simply lying low and disguising themselves as proletarians for the time being. The opening paragraphs of Orwell's Homage to Catalonia. I think you might find it an interesting read EyesOpen. 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acman Posted October 9, 2012 Share Posted October 9, 2012 Eyes Open, sadly you're right, I find it odd that people are addicted to a piece of plastic, glass and a microchip that is permantly glued to their hand, is it really necessary to tell everyone, you're waiting for the bus and you've just bought another pair of jeans? I can't remember a time where a lot of people seem to be looking for themselves as they don't know who they are. Regards, acman. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Drone Posted October 9, 2012 Share Posted October 9, 2012 They need removing now because I'm losing it now Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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