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I think you’ll find you ‘sink’ ships  not shoot them down 

The Daily Mail  naturally ,  do they actually pay these people?

They’d have tried to hang it

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Was the answer to the old joke ‘What’s Pink and Hard?’

But ladies and gentlemen, something harder

An Eagle With a Sheath Knife

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Don’t say you weren’t warned, because I told you so,  forget about the bovines, when apex predators are going about tooled up, it’s all over. 

Story: Orn la beslag – på morakniv

via www.buzzfeed.com

Boy made honorary Marine before death

"They decided Cody, with the strength and honour and courage he showed through the whole thing, he should be a Marine," said Cody's father David Snowberger.

Cody was given Marine navigator wings and was made an honorary member of the United States Marine Corps.

For one Marine, that wasn't enough, so he did even more. "The night before Cody passed, he stood guard at Cody's door at the hospital all night long for eight hours straight,"

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Semper Fi

Had a nice letter waiting for me when I got home today.

I have now passed my six month probation at the new company.

So, whilst not entirely unexpected as I passed all my assessments , not caused any problems and as you know kept my head down and worked diligently, it is still something of a relief to have it confirmed.  

Add to that the company and more importantly my role in it looks secure for the next couple of years at least.

Bit of a shame it arrived today and not the weekend or I’d crack open a tin or three, but it will have to wait for the next weekend now.( as it involves driving most days, I am now teetotal Sunday to Thursday , it’s not worth the risk )

So hopefully I’ll be able to spend a bit more time here now. Thanks to all who’ve dropped by in the slow down , much love to you all

Peace

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I took a stroll down Bexleyheath Broadway today, not something I normally do as I have enough ‘stuff’ and my clothes are OK for the moment, I do my shopping at the local Co-op  or at any Asda or other chain that I happen to pass as I drive about.

But I needed Zippo flints & petrol and as you can only buy them in one place round here and as my watch needed a new battery I thought I’d catch a bus and get it done.

What first surprised me was that it is now £2.35 for a single fare on a bus (£1.35 with Oyster) Now I admit I haven’t kept abreast of fares, I have an Oyster,  I put money on it, I swipe, I top it up when it runs low.  But £2.35 for a bus ride FFS, how on earth can they justify that?  In 1975  a single adult bus fare was 10p  using the Bank of England's own calculator with just inflation that should now be 68p .

I’m sure people more versed in economics (I’m looking at you Mr W) will tell me ‘Ah but Mr Pavlov’s Cat you’ve not taken into account dah-di-dit-dit-dah etc.” and this is the ‘real’ cost.  Still seems like a stitch up to me. 

So I took a stroll down The Broadway and I was shocked, shocked I tell you. I counted no less than seven pawnbrokers or pawnbroker type businesses (cheques cashing, money for gold, payday loans etc.) If you include CEX who buy used electrical’s, phones and so on for cash, eight. (we haven’t got a Cash Converters yet, that’s in Sidcup)

They now outnumber estate agents and charity shops (not combined).

Don’t get me wrong, there was always an ‘Uncle’s’ in Bexleyheath, but it was in a jewellers that has been there for donkeys years even before the street was ‘pedestrianised’ and it was strictly for  valuables, watches, rings, jewellery and so on. If you wanted to pawn your overcoat or anything else you had to go to Woolwich and back in the day they still had the brass balls outside.

Now I know, if you don’t live beyond your means, you’ll never have to resort to these places and for those that bought everything on easy credit prior to the collapse I have very little sympathy.

But the collapse happened a while ago now. Now it’s ordinary people, real people, sensible people,

People who’s savings have now run out and can’t find another job since they got made redundant, because it’s better to fire people and pay the dividend than see the share price go down when you have to reduce the dividend as if that’s where a company’s profits are made.

People working the same 9-5 day in, day out, who’ve not seen a pay rise in 5 years, yet seen inflation go up and up, so what they were earning 5 years ago now barely covers the bills.

Utility companies providing the so-called ‘basics’ now owned by foreign companies, ramping prices, milking the UK to keep their own countrymen's prices lower

The list goes on Ad-Infinitum and yet I see George/Gideon  has pledged £10bio to the IMF in the latest attempt to prop up the vain glorious federalist enterprise that is the Euro

And then I read something like this

Dawn of the charity SUPERSTORE: Hard up families flock to 3,000ft out-of-town warehouses for second-hand deals

But you have no money George

Where’s the money coming from George? You have none but what you extort from the people by threat of imprisonment or violence and we’re all living on nothing. If I could opt-out of  PAYE tomorrow I would, come whistle for your tax, but I can’t, I’m not a ‘self-employed’ type person and I can’t demand that the company I work for pays me my entire salary in cash per month and I will pay a Tax Bill at the end of the year because you and your ilk have made it so we can’t.

I never thought growing up that we would become like this, a ‘second hand’ society, a nation of Pawn Brokers not shopkeepers.

I don’t blame Dave the Buttered New Potato in toto , he is after all the ‘heir to Blair’ [and Gordon Brown] The mechanism that was put in place by Edward Heath is now coming to it’s fruition. Even Maggie played her part, she sold off the family silver, but then didn’t stop  Water – Germany , Electricity – France and so on.

Now we have – Green Taxes , want to travel , no fuck off , stay on your farm and be happy

You have to ask yourself, was this planned, did they know this was going to happen,  I’ve read papers by many learned academics and given what has happened they predicted the outcome, did the PTB ignore that, because it did not fit into their world view.

Can we trace it back to the Frankfurt School , or is it just a separation of classes , the Political Class vs. The Rest .

The aim however no matter how it is couched is to turn us into medieval serfs, they are the Lords of the Manor and we the peasants constantly indebted to them from the time of our birth.

Whatever it was, the ‘End Game’ is coming, THEY have what they think is ‘control’ THEY think they are ready. THEY have disarmed the populace THEY have converted the ‘Bobby on the Beat’ into a paramilitary thug, THEY have CCTV, PAYE, PCSO’s. DVLA, HMRC, THEY have an Army that is used to fighting insurgents that THEY think will protect them when the shit hits the fan.

What they fail to consider is their toys are also US

Do you know what?  there won’t be enough lamp-posts

*Sorry, I just realised that there may be some people that did not know that ‘Uncle’ was slang for the local pawnbroker

Many years ago now, I was reading the book ‘Legion’ by William Peter Blatty (Who also wrote ‘The Exorcist’). One particular episode in the novel struck me, even at a young age. The main protagonist Detective Kinderman and his protégé, on-the-fly come up with a fictitious bizarre case between them in front of another detective. When the other detective looks disgustedly at them and leaves the room Kinderman turns to Atkins and says. “The man hears no music”.

And so the phrase stuck with me, you could see them every day, those who ‘hear no music’ their faces set against a world that they don’t quite understand and if they don't understand it, it must be changed until they do.

It was only later, that I realised that phrase itself was borrowed from William Shakespeare, in Julius Caesar, Caesar describing Cassius to Mark Anthony says;

“He loves no plays, / As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music. / Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort / As if he mocked himself, and scorned his spirit / That could be moved to smile at anything”

Don't get me wrong I'm not some gleeful Pollyanna who sees the best in everything. In fact most of the time I'm downright sad, a deep down, to the bone sadness. It has been this way for as long as I can remember. But here's the rub, I do ‘hear the music’ I can find pleasure and joy in the big as well as the small things, in fact one of my small pleasures, used to be sitting with a pint of Guinness, Evening Standard and a cigarette, in the pub after work. But somebody didn't like me doing that so it had to stop.

I can also find pleasure and joy in the experiences and achievements of others. If I see people enjoying themselves, do I feel excluded, no.

Which brings me in a roundabout way to my point, the ‘others’ , those that ‘hear no music’. It is often said a distinguishing feature of sociopaths is their lack of empathy. They lack empathy because they do not feel the way we do, they don't take pleasure in a good cup of coffee or the sound of children playing and so on and so on.

And so they feel permanently excluded, everyday people are going on with their lives, their little triumphs and disasters, their joys and sorrows and they feel none of them and they hate it, the only emotion they feel.

So it is us, that they see as wrong, and must be changed at all costs. They did not drink in the pubs, so what matter that they are closing, in fact they do not drink at all, so what matter minimum pricing, they hold no allegiance except to themselves, so what matter the destruction of the country.

I fear in the long run we will separate into two distinct species, us and them. Already we see it happening amongst the political class, they marry and breed amongst themselves, in the not too distant future we will start to see third-generation professional politicians.

Eventually we will become like the Eloi and the Morlocks, although I'm sure some of them already see themselves as Supermen, as they certainly treat us like chattels and serfs already.

All I would say, is remember what used to happen to the Eloi when darkness fell.

What brought me to this rambling discourse? Well I have commented before about how some poets seem to be prescient and I was reading yesterday's poem again and in reading the below verse the images of our current Lords and Masters passed in front of my eyes.

I think GK Chesterton was right, there are aliens amongst us and they have no songs, they ‘hear no music’

They have given us into the hand of new unhappy lords,
Lords without anger or honour, who dare not carry their swords.
They fight by shuffling papers; they have bright dead alien eyes;
They look at our labour and laughter as a tired man looks at flies.
And the load of their loveless pity is worse than the ancient wrongs,
Their doors are shut in the evening; and they know no songs.

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