There Is No Cure For The Plague of Sociopaths

Optimism is breaking out all over and believe me it's a wonderful thing to see. There is no doubt the wind has left the sails of the Plague Ship, and the windbags themselves have been punctured. Soon, no doubt, we can dance a merry jig on the grave of Boris Johnson's stint as Britain's Senior Vax Salesman. But even as he ponders his return to the mediochrity waste-bin whence he came, the next super-connected  scumworm is slithering into place. That's how the Uniparty works. A modern political front-man/woman is not built to last, but designed to implode, like a suicide bomber.

It's worth taking a quick trot around the when, how and why of the departing Prime Puppet's career path. As the stranglehold of SAGE's terror-war on the public begins to loosen, Johnson, we see, has served his masters well. The tasks this little piggy accepted in return for the title of PM -and his precious footnote in history-  were to (1) ensure the Brexit vote was rendered meaningless (2) push plandemic hysteria to the max (3) transfer 50 million jabsworth (of our money) to his friends in the 'right' industries and (4) prime the national economy for controlled demolition, as required by the World Economic Forum. 

Job done, you'd have to say. The Etonian ponce will be well rewarded, and waddle to his outsize grave thinking it was all worthwhile because for a few grim years he got to be on the front pages and the TV every day. Like every true sociopath, Johnson is easily pleased (by himself) and utterly guilt-free. Conscious that his glory days are numbered, he is held upright by impulse power alone, stoically deaf to the endless recitals of his shortcomings because in that hollow, soulless skull the only voice heard is his own. Be thankful you were never possessed by the compulsions driving such a creature.   

Looking forward to never seeing Johnson's face again, I checked out the  previous half-dozen arseholes to decorate the hot seat in number 10 Downing Street. And I realised how perfectly this unkempt lard-barrel slots into the post-Thatcher rogues gallery of Wikipedia. 

John Major looked as surprised as everyone else to find himself so high up the greasy pole. In fact, none of the others who wanted the job in 1990 could be trusted to keep schtum and follow orders. Rewarded with 6 years, his main achievement was emptying the contents of the Bank of England into George Soros's swagbag on Black Friday.  

Tony Blair was such a fine globalist tool  they kept him in situ for a decade. Young  psychopaths tend to burn out fast but Blair had clearly sold his soul in return for an eternity of living death. Surrounded by bullet-proof glass and armed guards, he sleeps with the light on to deter the ghost of Dr David Kelly from scribbling in blood on the bedroom mirror.

Gordon Brown made a half-hearted bid for elite patronage by quacking the phrase "Noo  World Ordurr!" at every opportunity. Nobody was fooled, however, as he was so obviously being worked from behind by his Satanic Majesty (Blair) and served a mere 2 years.

David Cameron. So thick he needed another nonentity (Jesse Norman) to write his homework manifesto for him, Cam had all the charm of a carboard box. Stunned his masters by arranging a Brexit referendum and neglecting to fix the vote. Given his marching orders 20 seconds after the result.

Theresa May was a 'safe pair of hands'. (Johnson was still being taught how to STFU and follow orders).Trained at the Bank of England and snout-deep in the trough of international finance, May managed to stall  Brexit for 3 whole years while pretending to negotiate. (DETAILS HERE)

Boris Johnson had no qualities whatsoever to recommend him except his monumental immorality and a willingess to say or do absolutely anything in return for being  photographed in a different outfit every morning. Destined for a place on the bottom bunk of Hell, directly underneath Blair. 

Regarding the identity of the next slimeball up, it's hard to look beyond the mincing parasite that is Chancellor, Rishi  Sunak. (DETAILS HERE). Johnson is so unpopular now, the combined efforts of Bill Gates, Klaus Schwab and God Almighty couldn't keep him in place until the 2024 election. Sunak has played a blinder by getting his paws on the Exchequer -because that's the job where his sworn enemy, the unloveable bankster Sajid Javid, belongs by right. 

You could see Sunak's fingerprints all over that 'surprise'  video recording of Health Ignoramus Javid getting flattened by a junior doctor in a 'spontaneous' exchange of views about vaccine mandates. Having witnessed a few set-ups in my time, trust me, that exchange was about as unplanned as a Pfizer jab rollout. In any case, among the cabinet, only Sunak has a bona fide billionaire in the family (his father in law) and that should be enough to get him a year or two in the hot seat. 

If the Labour Party are handed a turn at the wheel in 2024 (or before) expect the voting age to be slashed to 16 and a descent into Communism so fast it will make the Long March look like a short hop. What happens in London -financial London- during the next two years will be pivotal. The Mother of All Crashes is coming, beyond doubt, the only question is when?      

London is still -through the City of London and the Stock Exchange- a central hub in the global money-go round. For this reason, the pronouncements and policies of British Premiers are still given disporoportionate coverage on the world stage. It's not that the welfare of Britain and its population are of much concern to the global elite -they could not care less. But the fiction that the UK is a meaningful international power has a useful part to play in the democracy theatre which holds the peoples of Europe and America spellbound. 

I doubt that the legendary muscle-power of the Square Mile and its smooth operators will survive the Great Reset, however. Considering what London is fast becoming -a monstrous black hole that sucks the life from the entire country- it's easy to see the last of the smart money moving elsewhere. Using the schedule the globalists have been kind enough to announce, the show will likely go on for about another eight years, while Klaus Schwab's WEF cronies monopolise control of the earth's exploitable resources. 

Unfortunately, I can't imagine we'll get to Net Zero without enduring a few more fantastical terror spectaculars, as there are two "election cycles" to complete between here and 2030. With that in mind, I've made a short-list of possible hoaxes, and a brace of big ones seem to stand out. So be prepared  to to run for the shelters when they launch Alien Invasion 2025. With luck, the Mutant Space Vampires should be defeated in time for Greta Thunberg to marry into the Royal family, and by 2029 Pfizer will have pre-prepared 300 billion jabs guaranteed to stop the spread of the Kangaroo Pox from Leprosy Island. I expect after that lot we'll all be grateful to get Universal Basic Income and a happy-chip in the brain.   

 Ian Andrew-Patrick

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