Your displeasure is yours alone
I take no pleasure in reminding you
you do that by yourselves
but I do have the pleasure of knowing this

A Direct Descendant of
My Father, My fathers Father, My father's Father Father
My Father#s father's Father's father
I am just a direct descendant
a direct descendant that continues
to make History

“To become stronger than your opponents,
learn more than them.
To become happier than your opponents,
love more than them.
To become greater than your opponents,
learn and love more than them.
If you are smarter than your enemies,
you are steps ahead of them.
If you are wiser than your enemies,
you are miles ahead of them.”

It was in the age of wonders unseen
a moment in time years gone
free radicals in plasma vision
high definitions in pixels hues

A quantum leap far from my diaspora
frequencies blare in statics
sights seen not deciphered
icons flicker in transmission

It was in the age of sight and unsounds
graphic audios  stricken tones
inputs and outputs in staccato
remote controlled hit replays

A million light years from my Antenna
and I see zigzag lines in frame
saw buzzing from mast to mast
and a broken conduit plugged in

It was plain from the get-go not my scene
alien signals defo incompatible
pathways divergence defaults
end of the drama of disengaged

And gladly fade to black and switched off
it is their age of delusions
and their world of illusion
their escapism n distractions
a million repeats of a non-experience is nada

When you seek to hijack a royal brain

make sure you know the size of the royal crown

if you do not know the size you will not have the Royal brain

and then you will will discover  a very important secret

there is no size to a royal crown

Gamboling little sheep skip and hop in mindless animation
paint lives and deeds in vivid invisible sobriety
a heady brew of manufactured artificiality
where they play hide and seek of the low mentality
In the village of ignorance where post truth reigns

I do not live in your village of make believe and shadow dancing
did not come with strings attached and legs with bells on
conjure up your phantoms deeds and notions
post scripts from mad authors and demented conductors
its your world not mine and I haven't sold my mind
because I am exclusive, not one of a pack of sheep

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

their forecasting is as blanched as they are
its heads in the clouds
blue sky forecasts
white noise and white blindness
snowflakes in drippy wet mirages
forecasting snow in summer
singing carols at Easter

so we have the zebra
in raucous tones addressing the lion
you are nothing but a hairy big head
a beast and a **** blood sucker to boot
you sit there thinking you are better than all of us
you think you're the real deal, look I've got my mates here

well I as you, know
what else can the zebra do
its not like someone had pointed out to it
that it looked like an imitation donkey with delusions
who decided the height of fashion is black and white stripes
and a pretty cool suit to wear at the watering hole in the Maasai Mara
and all over the green dusty plains of the grass lands
most of the other animals knows zebra are partial to eating Hemp
perhaps that explains their fashion sense and outlandish behaviour
they mused that, at least its other dandy friend, the Peacock
has the good sense to parade itself at a more sedate hangout

our dear zebra
is suffering from an inferiority complex
and too much indulgence of grassy substances
among its gangs, it mouths off, its really just posing
showing off to its mate is our psychedelic little imitation donkey
much like some we know who hide away and mouth off *******
the lion preened its mane and flicked flies away nonchalantly
he barely acknowledged that thing in black and white coating
he was thinking
lunch today will be red juicy steak in coloured wrappings

The creation of nonsense exists from the greed of stupidity....

Emoji crowds
emoji brains from state welfare
they think and write in emojis
no critical faculties to discern or reason
with the attention span of ants they see the world in emoji
laughable semi-illiterates trashed un education
by asians and foreigners who fill all the unis
and now take all the top posts
earning mega salaries
while our dunces play computers games and think and write
emojis
and the dweebs think others are like them
mass produced cannon fodders
relevant in their irrelevances
sound bites and emojis drunkards
planting stupidity
does anybody remembers 'Planters Nuts' yes, off course the're nuts

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!!!

Racists

Do your worst
We know you don't have a god
   For you believe you know more than The Creator

You chose me because of my Light
   It will continue to dazzle and blind you

You are ****** and doomed
      You cross swords with The Holy Ghost and
            ArchAngel Michael
       You are vanquished, you are losers in Life and in the Higher
  realms

   I HAVE NO FEAR.....DO YOUR WORST.....I HAVE NO FEAR

Go find your mind for refurbishment
in your fathers' compound
look for the type amongst your mothers'
lineages and your kith and kin
for in glowing words and testament we
present open bond of surety
to show there's no mind here for occupation
much less rental under duress
no space for assert stripping or fixtures
removals nor amateur redesign
ours is not built to be gutted and stripped
and fashioned to jejune fit
see its not one made without planning
and put together by State Benefits
no free items or stolen history and lies
were used in construction
you will find no false foundations here
or corrupted workmanship
nor are there short-cuts or inferior materials
used in our constructions
we've seen the minds of you and your tribe
we know the unsound artisans
and the quacks and swindling politicians
deployed in your forming
not to mention all the original heinous sins
of your ancestors and gene pools
spawns of Mephistopheles entangled in hock
for money and all known depravities
you can neither occupy or rent this mind
nor can you pack your junk here
the rent is above your pay grade and God
holds the legacy and the Deeds

typically the vainglorious narcissist
semblance and noxious substance
creeps in loftily to pontificate
see our man of plagiarised letters
the sheep in wolves clothing
uncle Bulgaria womble-ing
his two-fartings' worth
doyen of the play-ground badass
specialist negatron of enlightenment
the sound-bite poet of infamy
see him there with picture to adorn
in misrepresented conceit unfitting
our empty buffoon of little means
beckons us all does our
Mr Exemplified Narcissist
see me in pose
see my verses
I can write
read me and die

hahaha hahaha

I am not a Benefactor
from the legacies of the warped insider-traders
who **** their onyx thumbs as the write with crayons
sharing their chewing gum from mouth to mouth in foaming spittle
the panto-villain has been fingered and the village idiots aroused
see them run around the stage with picture cards and Aide-mémoire
the pillocks of bring down rule and Baldricks ' I have a cunning plan'
why isn't the Guardian on stage when mindful knows Low scale only
not a mediocre buying into the opera of pedestrians' mundanities
the programming of the programmed air-heads in the deluded camp
where the fun is let see how many we can blind and control
I am not a Benefactor from the legacies of nonsensical damp squids

And a lone ******* star
shines luminescent
the expansive white background
layered in exposure
whirling and twirling insipidly
in vain over-exposure
then disintegrating into flakes
soft vacuous drifts
to be blown any which way
the nature of nature's
fluffy flotsams never really real

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

We teach the teachers
as we see the fears
their paradise lost
their nightmare a reality

The cotton fields are gone
clouds vapid power
now pulling rabbits
out of hats in penny arcades

Sick minds need company
malignancy is all they offer
in defence of their evaporation
their days long gone
living in the catacomb of deceits
foam lives in sleight
the ivory towers have changed hands

In those houses of little dreams
where whites steal from ambitions
and party members hail those without creams
declaring underdogs do wrongs in petty revolutions
and its all about 'power' to be wrestled in vacuous teams
some became Lahore marriage arrangers to strangers in evolutions
others ape crazy voodoo doctors exorcising perceive lovers it seems
jiving manically they sputter invisible love incantations
of which appointed lovers are unaware and unseen
then in so magical thinking conjured cessations
yelling they are sowing doubts in streams
for this shows mob power in motion
see nor speak criminal's schemes
dare not mention colonisation
cloud shame and disgrace
to the extremes
to polarizations

And the delusional rule of our subjects
are subjected in subjective
in the democratic tyranny over free wills
their 'power' so underwhelming
in the evident fracas of
matter over minds
the complexities of real power
is beyond the preambles of subjects
subjected in subjective deductions
sheep don't do complexities
they gambol, graze and end as muttons
spinning wool and dying wool are not
subjective art of shorn subjects

Now, here's the thing
so you already know that pill is bitter
so don't place it on your tongue
and then drink to swallow it
that just leaves its bitter taste on your tongue
what you do is
first sip the drink and pool it in your mouth
then pop in the bitter pill
and swallow as quick as you can
the pill goes down leaving no after taste
no memory no presence on your tongue or mind
no concept of bitterness to haunt you
you hear its name or even see the pill a million times
no bitter memory is triggered
for from the get go
you had been wise with how you deal with bitter pills
and when you see or hear about that pill
its just a pill like any other pill
it moves you in no way
it has no power to haunt your emotions
your taste or distaste

The charcoal glows
in soothing warm embers
shinning face in radiant light
out in blistering beyond
vapid snows are tumbling
on the hardened ground
to melt into muddy slush
cold congealed droplets
soft coreless particles
simple vacuous drips
the banality
of Nature

When you  are a shinning Light
in and out
know immediately
you're OUT

but on point
stay blessed

So the hi-jacking of the unionized Dum Dum Chavs
became a fish-bone stuck in cheap teas drenched throats
and their asinine anchors broke and sunk without trace
and their demoralizing dirges become the jokes of the day
and their taunts and tormenting parades the idiocy of fools
and their street theatres demonstrates how stupidity works
and their seed planting shows inferiors are seeded to be inferiors
for they cannot read the lay of the land much less understand
the theories of germination
and our soft cell cowards and nounces in snowflakes rags
hide in their caves of Omni shambles with their small penises' mates
red faced and supremely useless
crying revolutionary song ' they have been overcome '
all these not in a Banana Republic but in the mother of democracy
and we laugh and laugh and laugh
this is the tale of the maladroits' maladjusted and mala-nothings
hahaha hahaha hahaha

what is a knife to a tiger
when paws and brutal canines suffices
not to mention the ferocity of powerful jaws
what are nursery Rhymes to a philosopher
or Anderson Fairy Tales to a Monk in the Abbey
where the contemplation of the high minds
dwells not on the Mundanities of fallen minds
not all songs are love songs
breezes can be hot, cold, dusty, clean, light or heavy
just as not all roads leads to Rome
repetition of the lost minds and certainty of fools
vainglorious performances of the superficiality
charlatans in rendition of vaporous noise
the banalities of hungry beasts aflamed
a gnat will gnaw at a Lions impressive frame
with no visible inkling of its presence to the king
a child will grab at water trying to clutch it in palm
only to see it dribble off leaving empty palms again
such is the fool who sits outside a synagogue daily
and heralds daily worshipers with 'Allahu Akbar'
Yes, "God is [the] greatest", mate !
but you've got your wires crossed

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

“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

And he roped the dopes
and with sense, he watched
and they slugged and punched
and lashed and feigned and jabbed
and he side-stepped and watched and smirked
he said, my name is Mohammed Ali and I'm the greatest
and you are nothing but a dope and you are wasting your strength
and for your information, this is called 'Rope-a-dope and I ain't the dope

Check-MateProtocols
MEMO

FROM:  Mr Phil Indifrence,  Strategy Chess Insurgency  Corps.
Space Headquarters, Castleview Avenue, Dunstable XY10

TO:  Ms Petal  Dontrun,  Crimson Chess Federation.
De la Wigan Headquarters, Wigan, United Kingdom,  SM00

Dear Ms Dontrun,

Please accept my greetings. I write to clarify my stance on our
outstanding matters and hopefully to deter further speculation,
gossips, rumors, distortions, misinformation and sensationalism by the media.

As you are aware I contacted you on the day as arranged only to
be confronted with a response that was astoundingly unethical, un-
professional, rude, inconsiderate and totally uncalled-for. It was
so below expected standard that it raised doubt about your suit-
ability to be seen as a matured adult much less an intelligent being.

Still in the reverberations of this seismic occurrence I called again in
the hope it was a momentary loss of composure and yet again I was
subjected to a deluxe version of the first onslaught. To say I was
flabbergasted is putting things mildly, most especially as it was
totally unwarranted and underserved. It was obvious you lacked
any sense of decorum and had become an affront to common human decency and an embarrassment to your status.

In all fairness you did call some weeks later, but it had become
apparent that the ethos, protocol and cordiality that my Organi-
sation works within may not be relevant to your Organisation,
hence my unavailability to your contact.

I write to primarily reiterate that my position on this matter and
the present status quo is not based on some immature Ego play,
stubbornness, power-play or pride, rather it's in all truthfulness it's a belief in upholding standards in ethical considerations. I do not believe that bad manners, ill-considered behaviour, ill-judgement and a lack of sensitivity and good grace are matured and progressive trends to interact cooperatively within.

In conclusion, this is my stance on this matter and I hope it helps
your understanding. I believe a formal Apology from you and your
Organisation is appropriate in this regard and will instigate a
return to cordiality between our Organisation.

If you however feel this is unnecessary I will respect your decision
and the situation will remain unresolved.

I thank you for your attention.

Regards,

Phil Indifrence. C.E.O.

Hounded by crass

manipulated by bone-heads
              
Spanish Inquisition by subhumans
      
subterranean British democracy
              
Mob and vigilantes in action

people's power




someone, anyone, ....... please tell me a better joke

the worst of humanity
arrived in  unfeathered hues
eyes shimmering like quarry pebbles
snarls carrying teeth brown and broken
with long sticks firing thunders and death

the villagers ran like does
but blood ran and fear froze flights
the mad ghosts plucked them like ripe pawpaw
to chain them as cargoes for export to cotton fields
take the strong and able teach the rest to worship ghosts

fetch us two nubile virgins
one for the bed and the other a foot stool
loot all those gold and bronze artefacts and symbols
bring their rulers and elders to bow and wash our blades
show them that unfettered power and guile has no conscience

we are gods and goddesses
we rule the waves and on land we own it all
and to exploit and brainwash we call on the God of Rome
as we pray to gold silver diamonds and every treasures we see
dare protest or resist the might and power of the soulless slayers

we have plundered and looted
***** despoil incarcerated and divided
now we seize their minds use them as we've always done
our working and serving Punches and Judys on our sunken soil
And God help that one that kept his mind and dared to refuse to represent as a slave