In the late nineteen eighties, the overtly socialist comedian, Jeremy Hardy, whilst appearing on Question Time when it was hosted by the late Robin Day, famously compared voting for the Labour Party to wiping one’s arse – nobody likes doing it but it has to be done.
This was a very popular view at the time because of the general misery of working class people in Thatcher’s Britain, as a result of an all out war against their fiercely loyal, proudly free-thinking and traditionally self-sufficient communities, each of which was built within walking distance of the industry it sustained, with the blood, sweat and tears of ten generations.
Its therefore not surprising that Jeremy’s genuinely-held position provoked both laughter and applause from the live studio audience, following the closure and sale of the mines, shipyards, docks, ports, steelworks, farmland, power stations and water treatment plants, upon which the relative self-sufficiency, and ultimately, the survival, of millions of the British working class was almost entirely dependent.
A little over a decade after Jeremy’s half-serious comment, Blair’s New Labour commissars replaced the despised Tory regime with an incessant fanfare of ‘Things Can Only Get Better’, then proceeded to launch three wars of aggression against the peoples of the former Yugoslavia, Afghanistan and Iraq; indiscriminately slaughtering millions of civilian men, women and children, displacing millions of others and pillaging their lands and resources for private gain.
By which time every public utility and manufacturing industry had been carved up and sold off, whilst millions of previously hard-working people, who had been forced to sign on and claim state benefits since the mid-eighties, just to sustain the most meager existence for themselves and their families, were betrayed by the very political party which many of them had tirelessly campaigned to elect for the best part of two decades. The same party that had sustained itself since it was formed, largely through the trade union subscriptions of working class people.
And yet, what saddens my heart more than anything else, as I look back over that period of my life, is not merely witnessing the poverty, hardship and grief experienced by so many people, for no good reason; what saddens me the most is having witnessed so many good men, with advanced skills, extensive knowledge, vast experience and hearts like lions, being thrown on the scrapheap of life, on a puppet politician’s whim, to live out the rest of their days being dependent upon government handouts, which they were forced to exchange for the jobs they were told would be ‘for life’, when they left school early to learn and master their trades, without ever believing they would need to earn money any other way.
Therefore, on the balance of probabilities, the consequences of the majority of voters ratifying their controllers’ selection of Tony Bliar as Prime Zionister were one hell of a lot more unpleasant than wiping my arse has ever been; and what is left in the wake of his criminal administration is nothing more than a codified system of genocide, administered by faceless, unaccountable bureaucrats, whose sworn mission is to ‘save the Earth’ by ‘culling the herd’ to a sustainable number, as per Agenda 21.
It naturally follows that I would describe voting for any political party or candidate in a general democratic election, as more like taking your own shit, giving it to a gang of heavily armed shit-dealers and consenting that they now have to right to force unlimited amounts of voters’ shit down the throats of everybody else, whether they consent to swallow the potentially fatal defecations or not and upon the purported authority of the heavily armed shit-dealers.
Calling for Cameron to resign over allegations he is a generational ‘dodgy fucker’, is akin to demanding that the chairman of a company that specialises in mass murder resigns because he has allegedly benefited from some of his father’s paid killings, in receiving monies taken from the proceeds of them.
Instead of calling for the pig-fecker’s head, preferably on a silver platter with an apple in his gob, why not call for the abolition of the most prolific mass murderer the world has ever known – central government – or accept the fact that the establishment’s utter contempt for you is such that politicians are either ambivalent or opposed to your very existence, as a matter of ‘public policy’, which is how and why the law is applied so selectively, both in and out of the rigged courts.
Should you take exception to my position, try to find one historical example of a democratically elected central government, the operatives of which did not use violence to enforce its social, cultural, foreign and financial policies.
Once one realises that no such government has ever existed, but the common denominator between them all was the mass murder of innocents, mind control and the theft of every subject’s assets, income and resources, refusing to grant your consent to the dictates of the incumbent group of mass murderers becomes a moral obligation, which might well provoke violent retaliation from the illegitimate state in certain circumstances.
However, the only other available alternative is to register yourself as a consenting party to the violence perpetrated against other people in your name, which is no different to conspiring to help other parties rob, molest, rape, kidnap, deceive, incarcerate and murder innocent people.
For the sake of our children and grandchildren, I humbly implore you all to put aside your fears and withdraw your consent to be complicit in the myriad crimes of government; and to take back control of your lives by unilaterally declaring independence and forming voluntary associations to manage and administer commonly held resources and infrastructure in your local community.
This can all be achieved under the terms of the UCT Treaty, which created a government-free jurisdiction and operates under this simple maxim:
My rights end only where yours begin. In other words, do no harm, but take no shit from anybody.
The choice, my friends, is yours to make. Please decide wisely and act accordingly.