Rule, Britannia! It’s Independence Day!
Never had to fight for one, ‘cos never shall be slaves.
Rule, Britannia! It’s Independence Day!
Wouldn’t know how to fight for one, ‘cos wouldn’t know how to pray.
The Dictatorship Of The Deprivation Of Natural Consciousness is not merely a 21st Century programme involving the digitalisation of society, but in many ways an historic issue also.
Of course governments have always desired to “control” the masses, or part of the masses, in some form or another since the beginning of time. For whilst government is a rational inevitability, so is the understanding that such corruption will also, inevitably, attempt to infiltrate.
The Amulet theatre building in the market town of Shepton Mallet was built in the early 1970’s by Babysham founder Francis Showering. Originally called “The Centre”, its purpose, apparently, was to be a central “hub” for entertainment, culture and the arts, in a backward attempt to ignite outside investment into the town.
Some “newspapers” will tell you The Amulet was built as part of an extensive modelling of the whole town. Yet in truth, this “extensive modelling” is merely thus… one pile of redundant concrete sitting directly on top of a sacred Christian dwelling.
Oh make no mistake, in terms of the extensive modelling and I quote, “of the whole town”, this three story megalithic lump of concrete is literally… IT.
Ironic then isn’t it, how the ancient Roman Amulet artefact discovered nearby actually turned out to be a FAKE.
I thought it prudent to create a compilation of video footage from the 20th Century World Trade Center, in memorial of civilisation and of those who lost their lives.
Click this on screen icon for video list.
This playlist is intended to be an accompaniment to my article, World Trade Center, and therefore in respect of this cause, you will not find any footage here from the new millennium.
You will however find here not only authentic 20th Century video footage of the Twin Towers, but various documentaries including of course, Philippe Petit, the gentleman who famously tightrope walked between the two towers in 1974.
Tall and poetic they stood together, like as a man and woman, a partnership of understanding, a welcoming of collaboration, a marriage of 20th century western civilisation.
That is how I saw them. That is how they will always be remembered in my heart.
I was born in 1978 and am wholeheartedly a 20th century time lord. That is to say I craft my entire livelihood about an atmosphere of past century curiosity and freedom of thought.
I love Gandhi, very much India, I adore incense and Chess, I have more paper and pens than anything remotely black and square. In fact the biggest screen in my flat is only a 7″ DVD player and the other which I am typing on now, likewise.
Aye, you probably won’t find many post millennium movies in my DVD collection. In fact I know you won’t, because I believe civilisation itself died out, on September 11th 2001.
Here is an interesting supplementary on the topic of Celtic independence: Cornwallland.
Yes, with three L‘s.
Of course, at first mention it sounds somewhat flippant, especially with three L‘s in its spelling.
But there is a reason it has stuck by me all these years and only continued to strengthen its appeal to me.
That reason is love.
You want my advice? Don’t open the letter.
Why can’t they just publish it online? Who is handling the mail? Nobody ELSE is opening or receiving mail and so NEITHER SHOULD YOU.
Mr. Johnson has managed to communicate with us through the other mediums quite suitably so far.
Therefore, we the people of “Britain” demand to know why we are being sent unnecessary mail during a pandemic lockdown.
Is it because the government is retarded when it comes to using email? We understand vital EU life support ventilator correspondence recently went “unnoticed” in your spam folder.
Are you really sending EVERYBODY this letter, or is it only proEuropeans?
You see, Mr. “prime minister”, if that letter does happen to be infected, a very close friend of mine will die.
You have the virus yourself, don’t you? And you are going to send us this “item” at a cost of £5.8m?
I suggest you find a new job.
Without further ado, it is time to put an end to the draconian English Tory philosophy of austerity through oppression, by supporting Celtic independence.
The collective will of all Celtic people is to live in peace and harmony with one another and to look after our neighbours, with charity and kindness. It is not to take away their livelihoods through oppression, bribery, bullying and murder.
The following articles are not even one millionth percent of the greater picture regarding the heartless and systematic disregard for human life by a Tory government.
Yet let this blog entry serve as a reminder to all those smirking behind their overpaid fascist faces, that crimes against humanity, which are still being committed by our government to this day… will not go ignored.
The butcher’s blood is of a red sea’s winter, his heart replaced by a pepper. Oh, why should some sing the hymn of hate, while others are crossed in love?
The sword in hand art only of stale minds, its name forever bluntened by God’s tears. Oh, rootless, you may seem, but the stakes you gamble are the lives of the pure.
~ Simon Jepps
A long time ago, wars were cast only whence good people proclaim witness to evil deeds. Thence we would fight together and with righteous power.
Today, wars are cast whence dictators proclaim witness to futures yet unmade. Thence strike a land in secret and with unrighteous power.
Ahura Mazda, peace be with thee.
You won’t find me dropping dead in a Jobcentre after being declared “fit for work”, or lying on a hospital floor because Tories can’t afford to buy beds. You won’t find me polishing the shoes of a racist lunatic who refuses to acknowledge the Celtic right to self determination and independence. You won’t find me saluting a paedophile establishment that has covered up its crimes for as long as we can remember, while today, rape is effectively decriminalized because… you guessed it, Tories can’t afford to pay cops. You won’t find me bowing to an unelected monarch who wants to claim a poverty grant and buy herself a $7.9m apartment in New York, all the while laughing off her daughter in law’s death with the words, “Someone must have greased the brakes”. You won’t find me singing the national anthem of a country whom’s self proclaimed “greatness” is founded upon the colonisation and persecution of innocent and defenceless indigenous people across the world. You won’t find me looking up the word “stupid” in an English dictionary because everyday a fascist looks at me that way. You won’t find me walking amongst a society which has not a single Holy Nun to its name and whom’s definition of religious culture is giving lip service to a smart phone. You won’t find me in “great” Britain. This is Panceltainia. This is The United Sovereign States Of Europe.