Yes, I've seen the bane of your pitiful existence
I have seen the man, but that's just semantics
yes, I know all about your people's Power
but that's not Democracy its just nothing but crazy
yes, you all scream in buffoonish yell its Revenge
I say look closely and see you're all unhinged
yes, you all say you are playing living Checkmate
the thinkers might just say, look again it's all stale, mate
yes, I've heard you say, the man is a conservative
those in the know say you've been fooled by cons serving thieves
yes, you say you are demonstrating the power of the majority
ganging against one innocent person is just bullying and stupidity
yes, you call yourself civilized human being
all I see is some sad sick beings, being inhumane
yes, you and your sheep call it Solidarity
No, the proper tag is fascists Vulgarity
Go check yourselves mates
           You're just an envious gang of Haters

I will tell them back in Rhodesia
that the wazungus who called themselves Superiors
who barked orders and strode around like Atlas
who took all from us because we didn't know better
who lived on the hills and never came to the shanty
who ate with silver cutlery on silver plates
and drove in cars that shone like gold
that those wazungus are cheap common liars
where I live among in their towns
they are ***** unwashed and miserable
they don't have money, steal like pikins in the shanties
they even envy us who have made it in their town
they are reduce to harassing and hounding us like street dogs
imagine a wazungu now having the time to do this
they are not all educated, infact most don't go to University
they still drink and talk *******
now they are all mostly common lot struggling in buses and queues
wearing jeans all the time, some beg for money on street corners
like the boys from Kakatoya used to do
Remember them wazungu, so principled and incorruptible
it was all a facade, they are liars, cheats, unpleasant, conniving
corrupt-able, indiscipline, unthinking, thuggish, hooliganistic louts
I wish granpa could see them and what they really are like
he used to wash and iron his suit six times to go to see Mr Ponce
the tobacco Merchant at Sanagogo Trading Post.
They're still racist and ignorant but its done underhand now
They will pick on successful conscious blacks and say they are greedy,
can you imagine wazungu who took all from us saying this
and they say its a revolution, that black man is taking from poor
they call it revolution....hahahaha....I know  you are laughing now
Ah, this is serious matter, you won't believe...
Lets talk again soon....Stay away from Federal Palace Hotel
not a good place for a black man...they destroy them there..
even if you are a paid guest....

In cooked and done despair
incognitos egged on staples and cheap
swarm around as professional pokers and prodders
bereft of dignity introspection or shame
they buoy on the empty deeds
of the vacuous vacant

If I did not know the hollows of some minds
feathered in decorative vacuous trimmings
or
the narrowness within that runs like
lovingly tendered English garden paths
or
the shallowness ****** that rivals handsomely
the depth of a penny-farthing not even two
or
the stupefying superficiality of conjured lives
lacking rhythms and hues in sensibilities
or
the daggers drawn envy of little minds inadequacies
that pines writhes and slithers only to hide when faced
with proven talents and telling might
or
the shameless harriers adorned in the selves-loathing mange
of the fraidy-cats who in feral packs ****** ale-houses
and throw stones at the houses on the hills
or even
If I did not know the frustrated offsprings of broken couplings
and broken lives ablaze with angst and unloved in disappointments
lacking positive role-models in absentee maleness
or even
the social houses ferals itching for attention while bug-eyed on
substances brought next door from stolen gains
or even
the dregs and drabs with hopeless tomorrows from yesterdays
spent in pool rooms and the local bookies who played truants
in past learning dis-glories
or even that most are soap dodgers in obligatory tattered Levis
and pilfered trainers who cursed the groomed as poofs and posers
So if I did not know all this and more
I will understand the vernacular of lost minds and illiterates
and their outputs would engage my consciousness and thoughts
Alas as it is hate is not a language I speak
Envy and Jealousy are not avenues I live in or even visit
They rather sadly fear me
They say they are at war
just because I do not
do as them
Yes!
Fear make one do crazy things

Like its my fault
you are amongst the Seventy percent
of the worlds poor and under-privileged mass
but our feral chavs can talk
after-all you're brimming with bacon butties
and full of fish and chips
while you collect welfare money and zoom to
off-licences for *****
be proud you're in the same league table of poors
as Calcutta street beggars
of those from the shantys' in S. Africa or favela
in Brazil or bridge sleepers in Gambia
they don't get welfare or have the hot chippie
or kebab shop round the corner
as for ***** they say we can't even afford food
for belly much less *****
so our western seventy per-centers fighting elites
why not give up the bacon butties
and the pub trips and the weeds and crack smack
and go spend a month in Africa
where the sun will roast you and toughened you up
and street life will learn you to hell
then come back and fight your war against the elites
cos as you are now you're just cannon fodders
with full stomach and useless idles
like all that is my fault, n'est-ce pas ?

Because
I'm worth it

it's a no-brainer
simples does as simples know

They mix and spin
I kid them and prank them
They mix and spin
they watch and wait
I laugh and don't see them
I am a Prince, born a Prince
I can kid them and prank them
They want me to know my subjects
they want civil disobedience and revolution
they say they must rule and wanna put me in jail
I never taxed them, I am a benevolent Prince with no agenda
but if you trouble trouble, trouble will trouble you and you and you
So I kid them and prank them, laugh and watch as the hop around
It's such a boring past-time full of sound and fury signifying nothing

the proven might of the gilded wit
one invalidated their invalidation's
leavings numpties with eggs on their faces
vomiting delusions of laughable posturings
reduced to those nodding heads on dashboards
plastic toys nodding in irrelevant nodding action
just doing for the sake of doing to appear relevant
puppets in revolution calling strings binding them power
Blue blood's simple living joke toys, engaging in self flagellation
sanity begs answers why expend such time effort money on nothing

yes, its because sterling greatness makes you feel so inconsequential
their spin has been made to engulf them and their stupidity exposed
their invalidation's has been invalidated leaving them  anachronistic
a pathetic gaggle of nodding heads doing for doing sake
eggs on their faces, eggs on their faces, eggs on their pale faces

they don't wish its Christmas every day
they cannot afford the liquors
that blunts their angsts and leaves them
in habitual ignorant stupor
whilst satiating their wounds and pains
and temporarily curtailing
their hysterical venting and dutiful frustrations
they sure do not wish its Christmas every day
without hate blaming and delinquencies
what else for mediocre to do

The choirs of the Church of The Latter Day Sinners
in reverent adoration sing songs of preemption's
they sing of praises of what is, what was, what to be
Oh glorious imagination of our devotion
Oh precious lamentations of sacred insinuations
Rejoice all in the wonders of machinations asunder
spread the unholy doctrines of the Lions of Judas
for praise be
for praise be
they still do not see the man in the ring
for praise be
for praise be
they still have not figured the ways and means
and in scant knowledge we worship
and our eyes are opened but yet we know little
of the son of man
of the son of man
Our eyes are directed even before we know
words spoken to guide us where to go
for the son of man is more than the son of man
and less than the message unheard to hear
we shall find him un-found
and yet know him not
we are yet to know

Our ancestors owned plantations
and had owned hundreds
they had ocean cruising vessels
and stocks and liveries
worth millions in city banks and safes
now we are reduced
shamed disgraced and humbled for
reds are not the new black
and fashion has changed from flouncy drills
to distressed pale genes
all stained threadbare torn raggedly and faded
like pages from old history books

And they all kissed frogs
and the frogs stayed frogs, green and slimy
and so they went in search of other frogs and kissed them too
but yet the frogs stayed frogs because frogs are frogs and stay frogs
then they found a prince, shining and bright as day charmingly so
and they stopped and gaped in disbelief realizing princes do exist
regal and fine in robes of light and finesse they've never known at all
they came and took the prince to town, tied him and then killed him
why? one asked, we've spent our lives kissing frogs
hoping they'll turn into our regal prince with all his finery
and now we found the prince and we all tied him up and killed him
why, why why did we do this horrendous act
we had to, they all replied
we were scared, we couldn't dare kiss him
for fear he'll turn into a frog......

A dense fog
hangs overhead in clammy sooty mass
turgid polluted disparaging, insipid cloudy irrelevance
harbinger of hails and storms and those muck seeps in drains

A diamond peers from its granite home
from it emits dazzling rays of pristine brightness
multifaceted hues of amazing colors in lustrous splendor
in quiet dominance its radiates the wonders of a creator divine

Look, says the dense fog hung in languid bleak recess
there's a diamond high on that mountain pinnacle peering through
Diamond, says dense fog, you don't look so well, I can see from here
you are burning, you're ablaze, you have a very high temperature
you look so pale and appear to be changing colours by the seconds
you must be jaundiced as I can now see you turning yellow and green
My, my, you must be in the most awful pain, you really are blazing
you really must go seek help immediately, you are dying!

" I am fine " says the Diamond quietly.............

The East-end Thief Christine Macfatty
she said " We'll use a sledge-hammer to crack a nut"
We have taken a proxy contract out on you
with our mates from the Socialist Left, you're a goner!

So the Red Devils starts their Criminal gangstalking
An insidious campaign of harassment and intimidation
smears, slander, defamation, hounding, provocation,
vilification, obstruction, invasion of privacy, theft,
framing, mobbing, bullying, humiliation  everything possible
that could drive a person insane or to suicide.

These scums were protecting their Crookish mates
They had to ruin and discredit me to cover the guilt
the shame and crime of their fellow scums and guttersnipes.
they gloated ' the best form of defence is attack'
And attack and attack and attack they did, relentlessly.
I have done nothing wrong, I did not steal from no-one
I will not be intimidated by Criminals and lying scums

People they have lied to and fooled are beginning to see
A lot have realize the truth and they are losing mass support
The Red Scums are now bribing people to do their harassment,
be involved in their street theater skits, to join in public mobbing.
They have become desperate because people now know the truth
They don't want you to know, they have lied and hoodwinked

They have pedalled fake news, to rope fooled people into mobbing
and their stupid deluded street theater harassment nuisances.
I don't have a complex about my profile, I have a high forehead
so what, go look Ant of Ant and Dec, go look Christian Benteke,
go look Denzel Washington and thousand other males.
I don't have a complex about break-ins, so leave as many doors
open as you like.
I know I have excellent personal hygiene, so vilify about **** on me
as much as you like and my feet don't smell, so keep that up too.
Yes I am overweight, I am not going to **** myself for that
And I know 100% I am not Gay, if I was I am brave enough to own
and admit it.
You Scums don't intimidate or frighten me one tiny bit, I am not some trembling anxious victim. I will keep on airing the TRUTH.
You are thieves, ******, low life scums, People are seeing it now.
You are the desperate frightened low-life scums.

You now want to drive me away from this site by using your
Cyber-stalkers and asinine Haters to stop my poetry.
Lets see how that goes.....

Your psychotic Sledgehammer still swings as crazy as you all are!
Christine Macafatty and her Gangster Family are THIEVES.
TOM,  JOAN, KELLY are thieves as all their Criminal mates and the Red Socialist militants, helping them.  

You are ALL CONTEMPTIBLE LOWLIFES and CRIMINALS.

Them afflicted psychologists from La Mancha
in white stolen designer overalls from Prada
struck by sick voyeurism and in obsessive gala
spend morning, noon and night in frenzied plasma
leaving their rotted brains only able to produce miasma

These afflicted shamologists from La Mancha
deluded terrorists of psychological warfare schema
they plant seeds and sow doubts in continuous mantra
totally consumed by a man that riles their minds with rancor
and mocks their juvenile ignorance showing their pathetic strata

No its not justin you wuss
small
small
small
micro
micro
micro
don't feel a thing
no grip
no grip
no grip
finish
finish
finish
over in a flash
useless
useless
useless
back story of the bully

and they huffed and puffed
and sang sad songs
and it was all in their heads
for they are sad people
with sad things and sad lives

Oh come help us Slave-traders children
do please come help us do
a bad black man has taken our house
and living in our land he is
our young are starving and we're stealing
cause we're too poor to work
we can't cast the bad black man in chains
or just throw him over board
so we just have to do his head in from afar
we call it psyche warfare
he's taking our money and eating our food
and swaggering about
please come and help us one and all
afore he eats our fish an chips

When hate gives oxygen to publicity
you surprisingly realize
that obscurity is the killer
for obscurity is bland, unworthy, pedestrian, not notable
just another one in ten, fifty, six hundred,
just a ***, actually *** is very appropriate
wild, uncouth, mindless bellicose nothing itching to rumble and vent
that's the place the asinine bully originates
so sit back and dissect the nonentities bullies

obscure, insignificant...defo not please with their lives
Defo not a professional..in fulfilling rewarding work leaves no time
to mess around looking for attention or validation
Immature, not well read or intelligent...OBVIOUSLY!. intelligence
at least real intelligence offers confidence, balance, self assurance
Talent-less and unexceptional...OBVIOUSLY...creative talented people find better and right outlets  than trolling or venting or hating
Most likely ugly with no  personality...YES!...most bullies are exactly that, the fat ugly ******* at checkouts, the long nosed hag at the store the weedy fellows, the unkempt, yeah, mostly they are not visually nice in appearance
No strength of Character...OBVIOUSLY, bullies are alway weak, insecure, inadequate cowards.
Confident secure people in a good place emotionally would never dream of bullying
Juvenile mentality, feral, unsociable, dorkish...that almost a staple for bullies, just some no mark simpleton looking for attention, they think it booster them amongst others

Imagine the thoughts of all these hapless nonentities
making one the target of their neurosis or sad happenstance
actually taking the time and making the effort to troll and do ****
Man..that's some serious ****, can make a lesser person big-headed
I don't even write Fan letters to Artists I appreciate
( I should really write and praise Stormzy for his Charitable work )
much less sit and bother some other human with hate and bullying
that to me is as low as you can get.
If you're good I try to learn from you not Hate you...wow!
YES, OBSCURITY IS THE KILLER
Its really sad to be insignificant, no mark, pathetic drones
worst still, appears the only distractions to their pained obscurities
is Bullying...and look what bullies are, little wonder they talk of going in vicious circles.....

Dear Mrs Paradox where is your ladle
come rain at the parade we need a mixing deck
bring your frustrated angst and your miseries too
come project your fears, insecurities and inadequacies
we can't cure your neurosis but escapism is the outlet or you

Dear Mrs Paradox come out with your toxic mind
don't hide in the shadows for you're already a vain shadow
are your Para doxing or your Doxing paraing on Valentines day
come do some twirling and lets roll in circles like a big wheel dipper
or perhaps go to Italy and work for the Mafia where vendettas reign

You don't appear to have talked yet
wow! no repeat heard, no mimic convo dropped
I'm amazed
yes, it was a short call, but thanks
I,m laughing my head off her
I've got the soldiers on watch
all hyper, over nothing...hahaha
the war scribes are doing their nuts in
buzzing from all sides, its so easy to play them
lets keep them
busy teaching their grannies to **** eggs
serves them right, I do know how to ruffle them
nothing to occupy their inane senses
little fanatical minds require little to excite them
I sit and laugh, feel like Prince Charles
the masses chattering, giving their half-a-penny's worth ...
thinking they are effective somehow, its such a riotous joke
make a difference, go join the Extinction whats not
not waste your time and energy chasing delusions
don't tell them that, let fools be fools, they're used to it.
Still waiting to see when they make you reveal
calling me in the toilet??...oh dear.....!!

Probably
one in ten million
likely
one of a kind
incamparable
and what does that invite
everything
good and bad
that's just the standard formula
natural equation
but the blessing here is
he could still be a  face in the crowd
sit on the next seat in a bus
and budget like any other working man
and that glow
tells of inner grace and peace
a good heart
and a constant reminder of God's Love
Its what's inside that counts

No! off course they can't get over themselves!
It's an injury worse than death
Can't you see
Life has already humiliated them
and then
you go and tell them
how life has humiliated them
that my son, is a great mistake

You see, us in know all fool them
the Politicians do it all the time
they never tell them the truth
they offer platitudes, tell them they have power
make them think they are in control
they are sheep, you sing them nursery Rhymes
and read them bed-time stories
give them enough to buy their toys, food and drinks
lots of drinks keeps them happy and quiet, then pat them on the head

But son, you went and told them the un-hearable
you went and told them the unbearable truth
you informed them of their station
remind them of how life had humiliated them
and humiliated them telling them this
what they refuse to see or accept,
You bluntly told them and that coming from you
Christ, that's like triple whammy

Yes you have bothered the bee hive
they are swarming all over you
they did not need the truth, never want the truth
now they can't rest or maintain their blind slumber
Son, just pray the courage of Heraldry upholds you
and start believing in Divine Ordination
You have committed sacrilege
You have made them see themselves
and how life humiliates them

Discussions in profanities
was never my thing

I'd always taken the splinters out of my eyes
it allows me to see clearly
that I should leave others to take the logs out of theirs...

The Milliband brothers inherited over two million
Mr Blair and his family are worth over twenty million
when the old Mr Denis Healey died his estate was five million

former Labour MP Lord Watts attacked  Mr Corbyn’s inner circle as “the London-centric hard left political class who sit around in their £1m mansions eating their croissants at breakfast and seeking to lay the foundations for a socialist revolution.”

According to research produced by the Tories the new £1,000 membership fee would apply to former leader Ed Miliband with a £2.5m house in Dartford Park, London and his ex-deputy Harriet Harman who owns a £2.3m house in Dulwich.

While shadow international development secretary Diane Abbott owns a £1m pad in Hackney and shadow defence secretary Emily Thornberry has a £3m home in Islington.

Wealthy Labour members of Mr Corbyn’s inner circle include his chief aide Seumas Milne who has a £1.5m house in Richmond, shadow foreign secretary Hilary Benn with a £3m house in Chiswick and shadow justice secretary Lord Faulkner with a £17.5m mansion in Westminster.

An African man from a Country where one British pounds equals
N#450.00 is considered an Elitist despite not even having £200

Our great Revolutionary are busy hounding and tormenting Afro-man
Hellbent on ruining his life and driving him to suicide or mad

The Protection Money Racketeers are from the working Classes
they contact their Socialist friends for solidarity when payment
was refused
They all gang up against poor Afro man who has suddenly become
an Elitist, a Leech and a Parasite that deserves to be ruined,

The Leftist and Racketeers launc serious gangstalking Revolution
Character assassination, Public humiliation, harassment, Provocation, hounding, Isolation, Taunts and tormenting is the game

Join in everybody, the Revolution is here, go pick on the Afro man
Go make his life a living Hell, hound him to death

He is an Elitist, a parasite, a Greedy *******, fleecing the poor
His CRIME? Well he is a Native Customary Prince from Africa
Yes, he's unpaid, No state Income, No Castle or Duchy of Cornwall
That doesn't matter, he black but Blue-blood, that will do
REVOLUTION

This is how Politics work in these days of ours, People
We are the MUGS,
It is the era of DISRUPTION and blindsiding the people
VOTE RED EVERYBODY
Help them buy more CHAMPAGNE for the TOP TABLE and leave
more millions for their children.  

Neon...NEON.... where are you, Oh..you're after the Afro Prince
yeah...good job....REVOLUTION!!!

You see dearie
When you want to show imbeciles the moon
and you point a finger upwards
Our imbeciles will look at your finger

So don't bother wasting your time
Let them look at the finger
Let them see their moon on your finger
that's Auntie Mona Kists for you

They say life is full of questions
and idiots are full of answers
So they know the law of Diminishing returns
means anodyne harassments is yielding great rewards
Is thirty years of Blackpool a happy life in Whitehaven
Ask Auntie Mona Kists and our persistent gaggle of imbeciles

Alexandre Dumas says " I prefer rogues to imbeciles,
because they sometimes take a rest"
I forget who said "My very existence seems to offend and upset imbeciles. Which thrills me."…
Imagine the laughter induced to know they where on point
even on Xmas day, talk about dedication of the stupefied

Of all human weakness Obsession is the most dangerous
And the silliest.
East end Criminals and the lunatics fringe in cohorts have
infected vigilante mob and demented Racists.
That's Auntie Mona Kists for you.........

More, more, more please!
Hahaha....Hahaha


Copyright@Kisma Aryse

And they huffed
and they puffed
and turned red in the face
and turned pale in minds
and wondered what else
can we do to frustrate a man
without sin.........

“Social­ism is a phi­los­o­phy of fail­ure,
the creed of igno­rance, and the gospel of envy,
its inher­ent virtue is the equal shar­ing of misery.”

“I do not at all wonder that British youth is in revolt
against the morbid doctrine that nothing matters
but the equal sharing of miseries,
that what used to be called the ‘submerged tenth’
can only be rescued by bringing the other nine-tenths
down to their level…”

Socialism isn’t equality. Why should we be equal anyway? Who thought that up -well St-Juste and Robespierre, who created a tyranny based on terror that furnished the blueprint for communism. You have the ruling elite who control everything and the general public under their thumb so the elite can stay in power. Venezuela is a beautiful example of where socialism leads. Leftists are always hung up on theories and fantasies but never want to look at cold, hard reality.

” You cannot legislate the poor into prosperity by legislating the wealthy out of prosperity. You cannot multiply wealth by dividing it”

“If a man is 20 and not a Socialist, he has no heart. If a man is 40 and not a Capitalist, he has no head.”

We do not want gangster POLITICS
or
Gangster Politicians
Use your head to vote
let our dear Reds seize the minds of the youths
and make them failures, bullies and street thugs and hooligans
Red Loonies always want us all to suffer together
THEY CALL IT SOLIDARITY, THEY CALL IT PEOPLE'S POWER

What is there to consider about a thousand thugs and hooligans
what do vagabonds and scums with enough problems of their own
have to constructively render to my well-being or otherwise
how can restricted vigilantes with coercive chains on hands and feet
devoid of senses, reasoning choices and free-will impact my emotions
am what I am and I apologize to no one for being me I wish you same
the corrupted will never feel at ease with the un-corrupted fact of life
the dissatisfied discontented will always carry grudges in their bones
deranged and depressed will seek company to project their miseries
the asinine cynics will always look for reasons to blame others for ills
the ignorants and ill-educated look for scapegoats to hang faults on
and the cowards and bullies pick victims to feel powerful and strong
go all and look yourselves in the mirror and let truths talk to you
you may still well find salvation to redeem your ills and make good
your victim is yourselves, find fulfillment and the attentions needed
do not blame me......

What good am I
if my mind sees through
the eyes of thieves and knaves
and my words
are fashioned from malice
so as to say
I lie with vagabonds and sleep
with flea dogs
these are my brothers
tell me do
What good am I



absit invidia

In a feather-fine alcove with muted hymns
a gentle brook rains water over Chrystal rocks
that sways a rippling  flow down to a place unseen
overhead a leafy veil in brilliant emerald canopy loomed
as incandescent rays of sunlight glimpse by in curious peeps
here I sit in favored repose and in deft homage I see the grace
for in a sojourn of a remembrance of past times and days endings
the voice of my soul in reverent hush uttered calmly unflinchingly
Do you know, you have never intentionally harmed a fellow being
neither, I say, have you done a bad deed to another or failed to assist
Do you know I fathom no ill will in you or see the darkness of hate
you smile readily in good disposition, a cheery warmth a light heart
pray do furnish me with a knowledge of where all this breezed from
I laughed quietly in repose as my mind traverse within searchingly
From you, I replied, all from you and the Creator that made you
I am grateful!

"Jada boycotting the Oscars
is like me boycotting Rihanna's *******.
I wasn't invited!"
Rock jokes - on Jada Pinkett Smith boycotting the Oscars.
Now imagine if some sicko fantasists
insists in rampant delusions
that Rock was actually invited
into Rihanna's *******
And then these sicko fantasists
embark on years long campaign
to block Rock from getting into Rihanna's *******
Crazy!...right?
Ridiculous!....right?
Absurd!............­right?
Unimaginable!......right?
Nonsensical!................righ­t?
Delusional!.......................right?
physchotic Fixation.............right?
Not so apparantly in my part of the world
there are things who have lost their heads completely
and are totally engrossed in a campaign to block Rock
from Rihanna's *******
what is so pathetic is one sees them doing actual physical things
all kinds of crazy acts and pointless activities
which in their coo coo delusions
are supposed to stop Rock getting into Rihanna's *******
or having anything to do with Rihanna
it seems they can see events in non-events
talk about losing touch with reality
You couldn't make it up
Hahaha hahaha hahaha hahaha hahaha etc etc etc

He said in blazing truth
" No Viet Cong Ever Called Me ******”
yet in arrogance and hatred they cancelled him for years
for only them knows what's right
He said in just pious light he had a dream
"now is the time to make justice a reality
for all of God's children."
yet in ill wind and oppressive race hate they cancelled him for years
till finally they put a bullet in his head
He said solemnly amidst raging injustices
“No one is born hating another person because of the colour of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.”
yet for demanding what was rightly his they cancelled him
for twenty seven hellish years
All I said was
" We gave to you, we borrowed you money when in need
we never troubled or bothered you, yet you broke into our home
and stole our property then you demanded money with threats.
I will not pay a penny and I shall tell others about your thieving"
In race hate and grievous anger they have cancelled me
ruined my reputation, my career, my marriage and my health
They say this is their democracy
they say this is their justice, their revolution, their people power
For such people power cancelled the lives and future of millions
as they were herded on slave ships never to know homes again
And Economies, resources, treasures and territories were cancelled
out of legitimate owners
for CANCELLING is Might
and the cancellers are gods and goddesses who decides
what is right and what is wrong
Racist bullies **** cowards
the gangs of cancellers

The whole thing is a con trick. But what is interesting is why so few adults exist in our societies willing to stand up to it.


THERE is an ugly intolerance in the air. It is sometimes called “cancel culture”, but that doesn’t quite catch the whole horrible trend.

This trend insists that everyone has to think the same thing. We all have to say the same thing. And this trend has zero tolerance for, let alone delight in, the fact that people think differently from each other.

Instead it insists we all conform to one narrow view of everything. It is a wretched, life-limiting vision. And it must be opposed. By people from every side of the political aisle, and none.

A classic example of the trend emerged this week with the launch of GB News. This new news and current affairs channel includes a host of famous broadcasting names, including former BBC grand inquisitor Andrew Neil.

It has said that it is going to challenge the BBC status quo and give more diversity to UK broadcasting. But it had not broadcast even a minute of programming before the cancel mob came for it.

Activist groups decided to portray the channel as “divisive”. Because some of those on the platform have said that they would like to end “cancel culture”, these groups pretended that the channel was somehow extreme.

The channel has said it won’t follow the boring, left-wing group-think of so much media. So the activists pretended it was “far-right”. Nothing could be further from the truth.

But “truth” is not something  the woke activists care about. As a result, they decided to make the most outrageous claims possible about the channel. And they then decided to pick off the advertisers one at a time. Hoping in the process to destroy the channel’s business model.

It is the same technique that has been tried in recent years on a number of newspapers and other media in this country. Target the revenue and you can hope to close them down completely, or at least change the editorial decisions.

Before you know it, we don’t have a free Press, but a Press dictated by mobs. Mobs carefully directed by sinister and unaccountable groups with a deeply political agenda of their own.

Such people have already chalked up some successes against GB News. Within hours of the channel starting to broadcast, the cancel mob were taking notes. They then started the  campaign against every company that had advertised on the new channel.

Outrageous claims
The Swedish furniture company Ikea was among the first to agree to withdraw its advertising on the channel. The retailer said  the new channel is not in sync with its “humanistic values”.

Who knew, as they were struggling to assemble an Ikea flatpack, that the whole thing was based on “humanistic values”? I’ve felt a lot of things when struggling with their wretched furniture. But “humanism” has never been one of them.

At least Ikea has quickly seen sense. Yesterday it reversed its ad ban, saying it was “too soon to make an informed decision” and adding “it was not our intention to polarise our customers or others. A decision on our future approach will be taken in due course.”

One of the other advertisers to buckle under this stupid pressure is a cider company called Kopparberg. Person- ally I’ve never been able to stomach cider of any kind, so Kopparberg wasn’t on my radar. It  certainly is now, after the company claimed that its adverts had run on GB News “without our knowledge”.

A post on the company’s social media account  said: “Kopparberg is a drink for everyone and we have immediately suspended our ads from this channel pending further review of its content.”

What is this *******? “Kopparberg is a drink for everyone”. Really? Is it a drink for children? Probably. Is it a drink for grown-ups who like a decent pint? Clearly not. But is it a drink exclusively for people who think exactly like whichever woke idiot  put out that statement? Definitely. So not “everyone” then.

Just look at that level of sanctimony. It’s a ***** company, for goodness sake. Yet here it is preaching away about “further reviews” and much more. Who does it think it is?

The truth is that the whole thing is a classic woke mob attack. The mode of operating is now clear. It makes a set of outrageous claims against a political target. It then megaphones those claims and asks anyone at all connected with the target how on earth they can live with themselves.

So people are tarred by association with an imaginary enemy. Normal, mainstream opinion gets repackaged as “far-right” or some similar nonsense  then companies and others are asked how they can bear to be associated with such toxic views.

The whole thing is a con trick. But what is interesting is why so few adults exist in our societies willing to stand up to it

DOUGLAS MURRAY

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