Problem Reaction Solution: Manufactured Emergencies Rolled Out to Scare You

NHS poised to collapse! No travel allowed! No beer for the Unvaccinated! No petrol at the pumps! No cash in the ATM machines! Energy companies collapse! Vaccines losing their magical power! Facebook down! Banking system crashes in Venezuela! Prices rising, statues falling! M25 closed, testing centres open! A winter of power-cuts will kill the poor and aged! 

Enjoying your internet? Frolic online while you may, citizens, because here comes the easiest prediction of 2021 so far. The next Big Thing in the neverending sequence of power-grabs will be the arrival of your compulsory license to access the web. Think your online activity is your own business? Think again. When the price of a beer is a jab in the blood, the road to the net will soon go straight through Checkpoint Google and you'd better have your very personal ID ready or it's game over for your online existence (sob, weep). Goodbye online anonymity, hello prosecution and/or exclusion for the slightest hint of non-conformist attitude. It's a no-brainer this is coming but at least we can enjoy watching the excuses they invent for placing every last one of us under official 24/7 online surveillance. Hot favourite is "your safety" with "your protection" hard on its heels. For those of us already on enough watch-lists to fill a bookshelf it'll be a bit of a non-event, but if you've got anything happening for you on the net that you'd rather hide, better hide it somewhere else and fast. Under the bed used to be a popular choice, I gather.

Meanwhile, turning our attention to the Holy House of Health, a variety of voices are loudly bemoaning the difficulties confronting the average citizen seeking any meaningful input from the NHS medical professionals on whom the government lavishes our tax billions. You've got more chance of getting a face-to-face consultation with the tooth fairy than a dentist, and GP sightings are so rare the inhabitants of rural areas are considering hunting doctors with hounds. 

But with queues at the average British A&E now resembling the World cup final in Bangladesh, the savvy are practicing their own brand of medicinal aid, pulling their own teeth, diagnosing their own tumors etc. After all, how can we possibly save the NHS every winter if we keep turning up asking for their help? 

         THIS IS NOT A REAL SIGN. BUT IT'S A VERY REAL POSSIBILITY

By economically hacking off all our arms and legs, we might save the NHS but alas, the NHS may well fail to save us. With Mr Javid, the jet-setting bankster-boy turned Health-secretary, sacking thousands of care staff for refusing Covid shots, what could possibly go wrong at your local hospice / hospital? 

A PANIC EVERY DAY

It's becoming axiomatic in our post-political oligarchy that whatever thing is officially announced should encourage everyone to expect the exact opposite. Thus, even as we hear the dumb chant of "Build Back Better" we can be sure that anything  still working will soon be destroyed in order to make things worse. 

On being told "not to worry" about winter power cuts, any sensible person realises power cuts are being guaranteed by the statement itself. As in: there's no point in worrying because that won't stop the power cuts.  Below is a screenshot of four things AOL deemed to be "major news" on Sunday. A lot of "urging" was going on. And three distinct kinds of humans were exhorted here: sick workers, consumers and finally people.

The only exception to this chorus of urging headlines is an unnamed politician "defending" (urging us not to criticise) his boss. I wish this was a joke but these four stories appeared on the AOL homepage exactly as illustrated. What kind of person would, I wonder, embrace the AOL view of life in Britain, where a herd of presumably witless public sheep unable to make a single decision for themselves are prodded with slogans and needles to please their masters at every turn?

To summarise, the loyal servants of AOL are invited to stay off work (like the Prime Minister) get stabbed with yet another needleful of NHS love-juice and prepare to sit calmly in the dark when the power goes off. This, presumably, is "levelling up"? And when, exactly, do we see the "better" bit?

A similar note was struck by the "former UK finance chief" Lord Adair Turner, quoted this weekend as saying "reduce population to save the planet". I will quietly observe -through gritted teeth- that in the last decade the UK's indigenous population has crashed the birth rate quite dramatically, entirely of its own accord. Unfortunately, during the same period, several million international benefit tourists have been ushered in, all of whom have a seemingly unlimited enthusiasm for reproduction, to the point where 30,000 new homes a year are now apparently required to cope with Britain's desperate lack of affordable  housing. Perhaps Lord Turner's population reduction plan only involves certain specific populations. Like the millions of well-educated, hard-working, middle-class pale-faces who watched their careers, jobs, shops and futures smashed to smithereens by the Coronapantomime, while tomorrow's 'diverse' super-breeders flocked to our island in their weekly thousands.  

In other words, this terribly important population reduction is not for Britain, stoopid. Just for the British, geddit? The new guys 'n gals, you see, will be much more cooperative with (or blind to) those magnificent, over-arching globalist agendas. The 'replacement' migrants will be more than happy to squat in the December dark in the council bedsit you'll never have, munching Frankenfood in between trips to the vaccination truck. Beats life in Somalia, one presumes. 

To summarise, Turner's "population reduction" actually means less white people but a whole bundle more of 'diversity'. Meaning it does the opposite of what it says on the tin. As in : reduction equals multiplication. 

Well gee, thanks, Lord. Let me know if you're dropping by my local pub anytime soon. We can have a frank exchange of views, and indeed blows, if you're in the market for behaviour modification. And for the record, what -in 2021-  is a "Lord", anyway, if not a public-school bullshitter with bum-chums in the mob?

Here's another classic piece of "means the opposite" from Sunday's headlines :

Rishi Sunak to save billions by counting IMF cash as aid for poor... (Guardian)

This hilarious commentary is -naturally- crafted to imply that evil right-wing party politics is in play : naughty Rishi Tory has done a bad thing with 'good' money. While Sunak certainly deserves any amount of derision and scorn (really, any amount is ok) this is theatre-of politics BS on steroids. All that happened is, Richi's chums at the IMF (his father-in-law is a super-rich billionaire) have green-lighted a £27 billion 'gift' to Richi's 'UK budget' piggy-bank, so he can go on pretending that Britain isn't already colossally bankrupt and poised for complete economic collapse. 

 

Public fiance is such utter bollocks. The IMF money itself is, in any case, imaginary, like Richi's fantasy 'budget'. The central banks people imagine money into existence, whenever it suits them, and then charge you the earth for the service. To desribe this as "saving money" is inane. When a pickpocket empties your wallet, he is not "saving money". 

But who could blame a loathesome, soulless thing like Sunak? A scorpion remains a scorpion even if it's wearing a suit and tie. Those billions (because the IMF "cares") were (the story goes) supposed to go to "deserving poor states". Yeah, as if. As if Tony Blair hadn't chucked IMF cash into bunker-busting bombs to free Iraq for democracy and graft and the globalist Borg. 

 

It's par for the course, the way things work. This is the rapist coming back for a knifepoint blowjob; the burglar pausing to crap on your sofa. It's a winners game and you don't get to play. The money goes where and when the elite wants; period. And it's going fast, by the way. Courtesy of the Great Reset, and its allies in our puppet government, by around 2030 the British public will be digging for victory at 1950's post-war subsistence level - hungry, poor, cold, trapped, hobbled- and possibly quite angry. 

 

But Rishi's up for that, he's all in. Daddy billions-in-law has explained the marvellous future in store if he just keeps grinning like a hyena and sticks with the ecomic meltdown programme. And Rishi will, believe me. Nothing talks louder than the mega-money megaphone, and slippery Sunak is all ears. What lovely leaders we have, what paragons of selfless virtue. The near-musical cadence of their names tells you where the real money is. Javid, Sunak, Patel. Yeah - the 21st century plutocrats of Once Great Britain- an island of the newly bewildered, a gelded colony of young dumb and exhausted seniors, scuttling in the shadows of a smirking tribe of globalist billionaire scum.

 

Ian Andrew-Patrick

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