You are nobody
till you in good grace
acquire a dedicated nonsense's of trolls  and haters
who are so fixated
they go to bed with you on their mindlessness
and wake up with you on their mindlessness
haha....its so funny
but lets spare a little thought for them
tell me, what happy contented, balanced peaceful being
does this, its really that easy to contextualize
the rationale is glaring obvious
the poor poor souls have problems
so lets not laugh
lets send them all good vibes and best wishes
we know things are bothering them
and we wish them future peace and happiness
we're good that way
we are blessed and they are bothered

Actions speak louder than words. And sometimes inaction speaks louder than both of them.
Never wrestle with pigs, you both get ***** and the Pigs like it

The joke of the century
the children of Slave Traders
have found a greedy capitalist parasite
who came from one of their former colonies
and dared to study and work his way to a better life
the greedy ******* daring to tell us to take opportunities
instead of drinking mugging stealing and hating those that do
but then we shouldn't be surprised or confused about all this things
for we know all about greed, exploitation and plundering
we know all about taking and cheating the poor people
and manipulating everything to our advantage
this greedy elitist monster studied with us
in our green and pleasant land so fair
he must have been a good student
for we taught him all he knows
why is he laughing, tell me
hasn't  he not learnt about
kettle calling the ***
black....!

Blowing in the w/c....
If for a second your opining's matters
there are but to yourselves
for do the skies gaze wistfully for shelter
when the sun heats up a storm
ubiquitous minds grazing in echo chambers
but to hear their resounding dins
for in emptiness volume is the usurpers finding homes
and log fires for burdened nonentities
in markets of the unknowns words are cheapest cargoes
raining prodigiously from raw fevered minds
there're trillions of stars in the universe of here and everywhere
but most are too dim to be noticed or viewed
orators talk words but who guarantees that words don't talk orators
here's chin-chin to the unhinged in the gutters of cheap speech

The sorrow is not mine but theirs
the hi-jacked shepple feeding on pasteurized delusions
sterilize away reality and skimmed minds without integrity
carefully stored lives at mitigating temperatures to obey and serve

Yet they do not see or want to see
their chains and mind-cuffs painted in alchemy's gold
nor know that their basement jazz keeps them in basements
and the bee-keeper blows the laden smoky hot air to keep them calm

The sport of Kings come see the horse chase
in your pen on the turf here are the starting prices
forget your fathers and fore-fathers were the shire horses
pulled carts and tilled the land for the gold owned by your masters

Milked you now drink the pasteurized slop
grow tall and sinewy sell your brawn in mitigated lives
do not drink from the wishing well or leave your park all green
look your hovel is your castle and you can join in the sport of Kings

And so sheeple sleeps in powerful calm
the blood of shires rustling in their veins from their ancestors
comforted mirages of power and significance behind chained bars
And The Bee smoker whiffs over drones as they drone in sheepleville

So you know you're weak
and can never win fairly
so you know you're below standard
and can't complete openly
so you know you're not that intelligent
and can't fully utilise your minds
so you know you seriously lack acumen
and can't cut mustard
so you know you're lowscale and crude
and deftly lack finese
so you know you lack cogent talents
and can't be impressive
so you know you're lily-livered cowards
who can't stand toe-to-toe
so you know you're a small tooled ninety second wonders
lacking prowess stamina romance or hot soul
so you're semi-illiterates riddled with impostors syndromes
always frightened of exposure
so you're a bunch of lying backstabbing hypocritical nonentities
unable to confidently own your minds or yourselves
so you know you're narcissists pyschos haters and tin-hatters
condermed to your underground and hidden cabals
So you find yourselves threatened, overshadowed and outshined
by those not like you
And so you spend days looking for weaknesses
or projecting weaknesses on those not like you

And
they cannot put things
in real and rightful context
because they have no measure
of themselves
because they are limited
but I dare say
I have got their measure
what's the worth of the unworthy
who in limited sphere
rages at the brilliance of the sun
and threatens to forever ban daylight
so holds the sun from shinning
and with each new dazzling day
the penance paid every glorious morning
as with pain and sunken hearts
they again return to cast spells  of darkness
sure that daylight will not appear in the morrow
and once again only to reclaim their disappointment
until they became jokers
and then invisible
totally unimpressive
for limited minds
only know limited ways

I dare say
I have got their measure
what's the worth of worthless

The one I gave my heart to
I took it back on the day she left
swore never to see her again ever
I have not set eyes on her ever since
So what will a contrived courtier do to me
is my heart that valueless to be offered like confetti
is my idea of love a kiss-less bride without mutual passions
mind focus and repetitions are mere tools of the trade to journalists
no stress or distress for detachment is necessary to write objectively
scream it loud and over and over again the childish errant are funny
the snide silly antics of face-less cowards, smelly bullies dumb *****
so evident its rendered dismissive, irrelevant as are their complexes
laughing stocks and pathetic under-achievers playing remote control

we're talking a matured confident self assured trained mind not a yob
not softened, not frightened, not broken down or cowered, no, no, no
So do your worst.............

Salient fact is
our values are different
so what good are your values
when in acts, deeds they are devalued
mere sham no longer cogent reflecting you
you all walk as hollowed husks in vacuous parades
hawking the valueless musings of devalued humanoids
in your altered states of beings you hide in hedonistic vibes
posture in belligerent poses mouthing indulgent speeches of vanities
the shams in disguises adorned in superficial coats of alchemy's gold
where are you when the curtain falls and the bands stop playing
who are you when the chrome is peeled and the trappings off
if not a patient in psychiatric wards dribbling at the mouths
you're the ideal nurses to cater to your alter-egos exposed
or the raving narcissists gallivanting in full public throes
pontificating, spilling rancid offering of sick minds
the shams devalued gamboling with the sheep
in stupefying arena of their houses of cards
you keep my secrets and I keep yours
here's the blindfolds we are equals
these are our devalued values
have freedom and liberty
humanoids we are
whose to know
ain't we all
valueless

To faff and **** and sneak and snort
To jive and jib and shove and slime
To drone and discredit and simmer with envy
To parade inadequacy and promote idiocies
To be blinded and witless and rage in inferiority
To be snivelling cowards and trailer trash bullies
To be weak gutless retards in deluded role-change campaign
All swamped twitching and burping in vermillion pond life
reflecting the haze of their dystopian stalking canals

I have the gravitas and charisma to attract your attentions
you have the ignominy and distaste to be but insignificant
I have the integrity and balance to be worthy and sublime
you have the malaise insecurities and ignorance to be unstable
I have the intelligence surety and wisdom to be assured & confident
you are merely narcissistic despoilers in pain & angsts venting
I see inadequate talentless losers crying for notice and relevance
you see the glowing wholesome distinguished man you can never be
and that shames and disturb every fibre in your bodies invoking hate
hate hate hate hate plaguing and stirring you and your poor minds

Blanch Friesian cows gather in droves
on concrete pens
to moo away and insult their intelligence
devoid of the milk of life
from their plastic udders and botox lips
they trod in their turds
and emit methane gases in noxious fumes
and mooing in unison
they declare they are in control of the abattoir
but we have beef with man
and we can insult our intelligence all we like
cause we are full of tripe

where is victory

in a job badly done

is there pride in the nihilism

of sensibilities murdered so wantonly

do we stand by grave of credence to pointlessness

and clap shame handing out Diplomas

to delirium in mass engagements

while duplicity and mendacity

wear Fugazi  crowns

and humanity lies

dagger-ed

Passed down family recipe
from the woebegone
freshly manufactured daily without fail
natural home grown ingredients sourced from accustomed pits
fertilised in envious surroundings
best cesspits and organic muck and manure
by proven certified growers with a lifetime of personal experience
our deranged expert Western manufacturers
the retrograde new age sheep of modern Animal Farm
baying and baba-baaing power to the sheep
a parody of irony lost in a riddle of mystery aligned to delusions
and we see their lamentations
and how they starve from poverty of common sense
and cremate truths to praise ignorance
and see black in black and right in white
and the shame of their guilt leaks their woes
a fertile source of grieves for the woebegone
born into the family businesses
the best and biggest retailer of woes are us
but we give it out for free

A born leader
in qualified certificated status
so you recognized that
and put me apart
acknowledging my superiority
though in my
leadership role
I gracefully decline
so please tell me
why should I give a ****
about you

Not your minority
how can I be in my nobility
so you recognized that
you try isolation
you want me to have siege mentality
to feel oppressed
to feel embattled
sad and forlorn
but please tell me
why your problem should be my
problem

In my sublimity
proven and recognized in graciousness
that which maddens you
in agitated recognition
you say do my head in
because my superior mind threatens you
and you feel small
with your small minds
your churlish crudeness
your demonstrable bigotry and pathetic shame
your inferiority

Its all your problem
your inadequacy makes you defensive
your narrow minds curses you
it rings in your heads
and you hallucinate
seeing slights and jibs
your superficiality has become your paranoia
your miseries and instability
crazily seeks company
in your vacuous heads
I become your behemoth
the shinning Light you all cannot abide
your fantasy lover

He's broken, he's in pieces, he's trapped, in a black hole
He's crying, he's heartbroken, he's dying of loneliness
He's confused, his mind is overloaded, his todger is dropping off
He's this and that and that and this
projecting your ******* fears and insecurities on him
Hahaha...hahaha...hahaha...hahaha...hahaha

You know what....He's NOT....he's laughing at you
He's happy that you now realize there are still men out there
who transcend your ******* stereotyping and imbecilic assumptions .

He's still laughing because he now sees for ******* real
how immature and mentally underdeveloped a lot of you are
and how so petty, mediocre and easy to manipulate you are
Not to mention how weak, spineless and unable to handle pressure
so many of you are.

He laughing because you just act without fully thinking
You are a shallow lot, cowardly, infantile and narrow minded
You lack sound reasoning capacity and a lot of you are neurotic

He's laughing because most believe anything they are told
Unquestioning drones like a Labrador thrown a stick
Go fetch, off he runs, retrieve stick, pat on the head, good boy
Just simple minded followers.

He laughing because he's attained all he wanted
Got a good education, good self understanding, good morality
sensitivity, compassion, empathy, confidence and honesty
A well drilled man, adaptable, flexible, courageous and brave
A MODERN DAY SPARTAN.

He's laughing because you can't ******* take that away
He's laughing because he's shown you how a proper man is
He's laughing because he's invalidated your stereotypical
assumptions, your prejudices, your bigotry and your ignorance

He's laughing because you have confirmed your inferiority
exposed your fears and inadequacies and make others see how
damaged and vindictive you are

He's laughing because out of all only one woman has shown
magnanimity and she didn't belong to the class of the mediocres
Which proves the point that mediocrity goes hand in hand
with ignorance, fear and lack of Dignity and Integrity.

And he's laughing because he's got chutzpah
a big package
and a hell of "tener cojones"

hahaha...hahaha...hahaha...hahaha



Copyright@Laurence­A.7th Sept 2018,Allrightsreserved.

The cannon fodders sing for their suppers
and pay for mine
they have the freedom to do this
their chains are just accessories
and they have been trained to stop thinking
we will do that for them
and take their minds money and time
and tell them they are urban warriors
and mobbing is their final solution

wow!...this is hilarious

far from the madding crowd
pigs, sheeps cattles and goats
herd mentality, herd hysteria
deliciously deluded, seriously afflicted
total loss of contact with reality
poor pathetic crippled brains

grapevine buzzing, he's got fizz
hysteria occurs, quick, she's coming over,
attention all stations, deluded comprehension
deluded conclusion, deluded opposing actions
opposing actions, deluded pitiful commoners
they've got the jungle fever real bad

Turn off the hot water, everybody suffers
Don't make a sound, listen to all his actions
remember we are sabotaging, action stations
A man that went of his Mrs when faint moustache grew
Is now a man that like men, greatest absurdity in the world
Never mind, put men in his face, wow! ridiculous nonsense

Get the witless wordsmith on online
reel out usual mix of deluded fantasies
The confused confusing, dribbling and frothing writes
By drooling boneheads and mental patients incorps
We are opposing, sabotaging, obstructing and **** blocking
It's all in their heads, they've lost their minds and reasoning

Oh my God, the world has gone madest from mindless-tation
That old lady explains "they're more out than in" the asylum
The joke is, they have eggs on their faces again looking stupid
but they'll do it again, too deluded, too poisoned, too far gone
Peeping toms, watchers, listeners, street actors, all raving fools
I'll keep them on their toes and play with their stupidity

What a laugh, what a right carry-on, dingos at play
Somebody please restore their minds, this jokers are ridiculous
The truth is right before you, stated clearly not even in poetic terms
I ain't got no lover, ain't playing no games and I am as straight as a ****** spirit level.
Even a hint of moustache will put me off the prettiest woman
Man to man, god forbid never ever worth my consideration

Now you all go take your medication and get help with your ridiculous delusions. Honestly your behaviours are pathetic
even by common standards for mindless morons
Where's some dignity, when you all behave so stupidly
If your assessment is correct and real, you'll know if I want
to court a lady, I'll do it regardless and **** the consequences
You psychos mean nothing to me, you're cheap dull cowards

In their igloo Station
Eskimo Police Service
operate with dire efficiency
known for their frozen brains and tenacity
they have apprehended their culprit for wanting tuna
In the frozen wastes of their cold minds comes a frozen idea
ere' says Witno to Nowito
you be the Good cop and I'll be the Bad cop, that's what to do
we are clever you see, there's still life in our frozen brains too
I was trained in London England Scotland yard
everyday in Training we must tell lies always
that's what they do down there, lie and lie
but why ask Nowito puzzled as ice
well, replied Witno, everybody lies
so it's better to learn to lie
because if the tuna man
says he not lying
we know right
away, he is
lying

Just bland insipid opaque walling

uninspiring without toned definitions

soft spongy frothy carrying anemic lustre

layers easily bruised and prone to blemishes and sagging

glassed visors in various hues incisively ablaze with wants

and inside its not much different from external

furnishings spare and mostly structurally unsound

temperamental ambiance cold-cool yet warm to touch

craving notoriety and attention, loudly challenging in compensation

as foundations are inherently weak yet stands in malleable grandiosity

adverse to too much heat yet resplendent in enough sunshine

vacuous and airy with amplified audio and echoing facilities

though content and range always lacking in real truth substance

Bungalows short of a brick, built on mud, foundation not strong

Readily prone to quakes, husky, hollow, flaky, generally unsound

homogenized, common, unsubstantiated and extremely deceiving

Never good investments, these properties will rob you and ruin you

Excuse me
I really don't know
where you're coming from
or what your motives or intentions are

You see
my father was the only man
that I'd ever been pre-occupied with
none other gets to me to the point of fanaticism

So please excuse me
when I tell you there's really
something missing in your life
and concentrating on me won't fill that void

You don't know me
from Adam nor do I know you
so your excessive interest in me is
pathological to say the least without being rude

May I suggest Therapy
a look within to find the cause of
your illness and get some relief for your pains
perhaps some cognitive therapy or medication

Do not feel bad
or hide your shame with distraction
lots of ill people have this obsession with Royalty
last week a lady turned up at Royal Lodge saying she
was engage to Prince Andrew and had been invited to lunch

We all know modern life is stressful
people seek diversions when they feel unfulfilled
and sometimes fantasies and delusions takes over their minds
so please seek the treatments you need which you won't find here
I am just another human being and definitely not Prince Andrew

The drama of nonentities
vapid scripts from frustrated inmates
meaningless twaddles from infantile minds
concert in mirages rapping white noises in dullards echoes
the dud epic of eggs on faces with producers on stage vomiting trash
they are all stripped naked now exposed with petty things
and petty minds in sham inferior carriages
the drama by fools for bigger fools
owning its san stupidities

I appointed him
it was not his choice
Its by Divine Ordination
its by Gracious Divine Appointment
So
If you have any complaints however
or
Its bothers you to maddening extent
please
send your emails and complaints
to the Greatest Man Above
please mind your language
your grammar and spelling mistakes
are excusable
but those with English as your first
language
will not be pardoned
cause we are fed up with your ignorance
and stupidity
Even The Greatest Man says something's
are unforgivable
And He's marked you down as habitual
trouble makers
Always acting above your station
thinking you're gods and goddesses
The pandemic has taught you nothing
the rest of Europe has now locked their doors
to you
forty Nations know you're slimy disease carriers
Retribution is coming
Winter is coming
Your heartless cold blood will run colder
Its by Divine ordination

I do not know
why they think
Organised isolation
Organised non-relationship
Organised disrespect and bullying
organised negative projections and delusions
that has got
no input from me
what so ever
will bother me

They say its attacking my psyche
they say its physiological warfare
but all I see are dopes being manipulated
to constantly harass to create a siege mentality
which is not happening anyway
they say they are re-opening wounds
I do not see any wounds
they say they make me remember
so as to taunt and torment me
but I have always retained the right
to that I allow to influence my mind and soul
and the malicious antics of damaged and malicious people
are not things I have any respect or interest for
They have and will continue to have
my utter and resounding contempt......

in criminal's hock

slaving restless ghosts

reverberating themed dirges

from floored mutiny of flawed pocus

shackled in the dire mire of  vapid witlessness

in their majority of woes they find their majority of woes

fickle feeble nonentities wallowing in the obscenities of puerile haze

scatter-brains find futile guiles in hicks' dud armouries

our graceless ephemerals twist in hyperboles

indentured Sisyphus' controlled

toiling at replicating alike

blinded by jealousies

in prisoned minds

The slave Traders now write poetry
to the nobility
that ram their chains up their *******
and told them
what to do with their evolved plantations
tis the age of woke
dear chums
slave traders are rigid with quotas and diversity
irrelevant et frustrated
what to do but hide and take up sonnets and poetry
tormented by the spectre
the horrifying  incredulous  and agonising nightmare
of the black nobility
resplendent in shining wit grace and splendour in their midst
oh! hear the pillocks squirm and cry
'quick hide and write a poem for this is psyche warfare to boot haha!'

Nefarious slinks in resplendent in brazen Tuxedo
Gleaming white cuffs with toxic diamond links
Tanned suave he breezes in from Hades via Montenegro
Listen People I speak with  pernicious honesty methinks
When I say life is cool and pleasurable in a volcano

You wear different masks alas you don't even know this
The grave digger forgets there's also a digger for him too
Your speech of love comes from hateful hearts in opaque fix
Fiction of your truths holds the truth of the fictions that's you
Question your whys and see the sorrows hurling you licks

Compere Nefarious flicks his baton of fantasy filled control
Mass special invitees in adoration offers obeisance to whimsicals
Fake truthful news for herds to regurgitate and chew in patrols
Soap opera in haze by the twenty masks haunted by afterimages
Hijack lives to dehumanize as Compere Nefarious his vacuoles

It was a wasn't to what was wasn't
it's a isn't to what is isn't
isn't it a wasn't to what isn't
or an isn't to wasn't that wasn't
in crimson malaise wasn't isn't
so isn't wasn't even cannot be
so just do as you're told
we are your leaders
isn't the plan
clear enough

In the piercing glare
of the illuminating force of Nature
the effacing Colossus
in graceful nuance to stupify them
and the gilded power
to further pulverize only anodyne
negativity out of them
for in odious lacklustre limitations
the swamp dwellers
know nothing but muck and mud
spewers of sewage
now subjugated in toxin diarrhoea
afflicted naysayers
the unworthies in worthless pursuits
pathetically laxating
bereft before the greatness of nobility
they're tossed 'n turned
and dazed into twisted Apparitions
whipped into contrary

Woof.....woof.....woof...woof....woof....wooof

Some Red setters dogs are eating Jewish people
in England
But why, do call them off, they are british people,
The are hard working, Industrious, Entrepreneurs,
Professors, Doctors, Lawyers, Bankers, Entertainers
Scientists, Writers, eminent Surgeons, Artists, these
are nice Britons....stop the dogs, stop the dogs.....

Woof....woof....woof.....woof.....woof...woof woof

Some Red Setters dogs are eating and biting some
Labour MPs all over the country

But why, do call off the dogs, No! we have a list and this list,  highlighted the behaviour of a number of Left MPs, including Jess Phillips for telling Corbyn’s ally Diane Abbott to “*******”, John Woodcock for dismissing the party leader as a “******* disaster” and Tristram Hunt for describing Labour as “in the ****”
and all the other hard working Moderate MPs who dared protest at Anti-Semitic stance or supported the Jews .

Woof.....woof....woof....woof.....woof.....woof...woof

Some Red Setters dogs are devouring some minor
Royal from Africa

But why, do call off the dogs. No that ****** has a big ****, he's
Charismatic, intelligent, wholesome, has good work ethics, polite,
wise, charming, generous, witty and a ****** good lover and to top it all he's Royal. Now that's ******* GREEDY, how much can a
******* man have. NO! he's a goner. He is too perfect, he must be hounded and persecuted to death.

Woof....woof....woof.....woof.....woof.....woof.......woof
Grrr­.....woof.....Grrrrr....woof...wooof...Grrrr....wooof

Congratula­tions People, we have got rid of them all
we now have real democracy, we have a real society now
Get in the dogs ... And all you useless ******* people shut up!
And report to the Labor Camps 7:30a.m. tomorrow
You're Working Class and now you ****** have to work!

Our guardians of opaque rule
and with two mouths they speak
hence the reptiles in their ancestries
the bloodlust greed of their ***** history
the swindling chicanery of their past and present
and the magic of their magic fooling none but themselves
but in devils artistry flair they make weapons of mass destruction
in body in minds in all they chose and as they ordain to use
when its jaw jaw its with forked tongues in thin lips
when its praise its praises with backhanders
and when they boost you its to chain you
welcome to Satan's philosophers
know the truth is anything but

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

they cancel each other out
exchanging fear by fear to be
battering wants for wants in the bazaar
of the weak an insecure looking to belong
and they say they are cancelling me
you are the ones with the losses
what  graces you that I lack or hanker
whereas you see so much of my qualities
ways you can never be or achieve
so mired in envy and resentment
you punish each other by denying yourselves
the pleasure and perfect grace that is me
did I grumble, did I lay down and die
go read it again
there's nothing like good breeding
eat your hearts out, Cancelers.....

One Republic
pick and mix, assorted all sorted
wrinkles missing, smooth as glaciers
toils reversing on harbingers like excesses does
walking the trodden alleys learning Sods mathematics
organs pains for non-organics are inherent consequences so
one Republic and the anthropologists utters a myth in passing
all bananas look like all bananas because bananas are bananas alike
sing a song of three pence and a pocket full of fear
Plato's cave a grand auditorium for lames
united disunited ages in anti-virus glares
white noise in white air and masses sigh
the emperor's coat plays invisible chess
ladies think long and hard in minds
for a dolphin swims like none-other
the glides of the sweetest depths
and in those places unseen
expanded vibes of feels
know reasons why so
it's the bigger snap
it's the difference
the forbidden
fruit lures
will not
move
not
go
in

When gullible fools held a party

Wisdom was not invited

that's 'wise' all the fools agreed......



Oh...he's so grumpy, says the snail

as the cheetah  calls 'hurry up please'

for the thousandth time


A gentleman never tell tales

so let's hear the one sided story

And always the teller has not a single hint of guilt


Loyalty is a virtue

But do not expect it to be present

In nine year olds or the blackmailed