September 1997 – The Beginning of The End.

We find ourselves on this day -Tuesday 16th April 2013 – once again drowning in public outpourings of sympathy, grief and – paradoxically – sending ‘our thoughts’ en masse to victims a heavily reported terrorist attack in a Western Country (or rather THE western country, the United States of America). I’ve no objection to sympathy and thoughtfulness when it is sincere and meaningful, but life hasn’t always been like this. To look at why, I will take you back over 15 years.

The Summer of 1997.

I was 23 years old, apolitical and quietly aspirational. I was working in my first full-time job after a period of mixing & matching as much full-time education and part-time work (full-time hours) as I could over the previous seven years. Personally speaking I was young, free and single, hard-working but only just beginning to realise the path I was on was not capable of delivering what I really wanted for my life. I had – and have – no affiliations to any particular political party or movement, but was starting to notice the recently elected Prime Minister Tony Blair was very ‘good’ at spouting empty political soundbites, and becoming rather irritating with it.

It was an enjoyable summer for me – much the same as the three or four previous summers. I was aware of being susceptible to seasonal mood disorder when Autumn sets in, but it was not something that dominated my life. I was still a little short on self-confidence but – aside from my own personal ambition to be ‘free’ – I was fairly content with my social standing, my future and what I could achieve. I wasn’t fearing the future and I wasn’t overly sentimental about the past. As an intelligent young man I felt life was what I made it and the future was in my hands. I was too busy ‘living’ to take much notice of the mainstream, but it wasn’t something I rejected out of hand. If there was a paper at work I would skim through it – but my primary interests then (as now) were music and classic cars, with a smattering of local history and other things. I wasn’t an ignoramus not was I indoctrinated, I was simply – as I guess my ancestors had been immediately before me – reasonably happy but with more of an eye on my future than they perhaps had.

I – along with the rest of the Country – awoke on Sunday morning of August 31st 1997 to the news that Diana, Princess of Wales has died in a car crash in Paris. At this point in my life I had (perhaps wisely) taken my ‘news’ mainly via Spitting Image. I neither cared for nor was ‘against’ Diana at all – from what I had seen she was adept at playing the media to her own benefit, so whilst I did not bear her any ill will nor did I shed any tears. It was a shock, a sad situation and I could understand some people being upset – and even a fairly large number of people being utterly distraught. It was a ‘big deal’ that I knew – but I had failed to reckon in what was going on behind the scenes.

That Sunday I personally managed to avoid the tidal wave of grief by visiting friends who, like myself, had other interests. I imagine it would be harder to do even that these days, such is the power of the media and the need of all and sundry to over-emote at the drop of a hat.

It was the following days leading up to her funeral when they realisation of what was really happening hit me. This new Prime Minister, Tony Blair, had come over all presidential. The ‘grief’ didn’t subside it grew like a endless tidal wave. By the afternoon of the Monday (September 1st) I was beginning to feel more than a little suffocated. It was fast becoming national hysteria, and it was impossible to escape unless one was to withdraw to a place away from other people and from any form of media. That afternoon I felt the sun retreat behind clouds, and I believe in hindsight this represents what was happening in society for real. Diana had meant very little to me, and I knew this was the same for many other people. Why, then, was the hysteria spreading? It is not that this was ‘un-British’ or any else other such balderdash – it’s that wasn’t real, didn’t feel real and people were behaving in a completely unnatural manner – as if practically the whole country had been brainwashed. The reality is it had. Things would never be the same again – not for what Diana symbolised or was, but due to what was really happening to society before my eyes. I knew it was wrong and the start of something bad.

That week was very difficult for me because I wasn’t ‘grieving’ – I felt as though something had changed, but couldn’t put my finger on what. I felt like a car travelling down the wrong side of a motorway carriageway, travelling against the direction of traffic but unable – and unwilling – to spin into their direction, a journey I knew was wrong. I think I knew this was the start of an irreversible slide. What I didn’t anticipate was how quickly this

In hindsight this was definitely the beginning of the end for the society I was born into and was comfortable with. The Great British Public would never recover from it’s ‘Diana Hysteria’ and the effects would be widespread and insidious. First and foremost, it is now evident Mr Blair colluded with the mainstream media he was so ‘au fait’ with, and their ‘Cult Of Diana’ gave them the astonishing ability to dictate to the Queen what ‘functions’ (funerals etc) she will and will not attend. Blair’s presidential cap was found to be a comfortable fit for him, and one he would don for every conceivable occasion from then on. He later admitted to having “managed the situation” and “directing public grief” – in fact what he did change Britain forever, and for the worst.

When the events of September 11th 2001 occurred the shock and hysteria all around was familiar, but I personally felt only resignation and cynicism. A conspiracy theorist would perhaps be excused for thinking Diana was slain by foul means as a ‘warm up’ for future ‘disasters’ such has been the choreography of public reaction ever since.

The poisonous legacy of this one moment in time is all around us almost 16 years later in 2013. Every ‘tragedy’ or ‘scandal’ is met with a tidal wave of ‘outpouring’ very little of which has any meaning. People seem to have lost grip of what ‘grief’, ‘sorrow’ and indeed ‘feelings’ are amidst a river of meaningless emoting and insincere tributes. Social networking has only made this worse – you cannot ‘feel’ loss for people you have never met or who have never impacted on your own life in any way. There is no need to state the obvious to all and sundry about how much you ‘love Baby Taylor. Ur my world xxx’ – loving your children is a natural state of being for all parents, not just the halfwits that state such on Facebook. There is no need to write to pay tributes to someone you never met who died in a tragic car accident hundreds of miles away. And you certainly do not need to write to 500 so-called ‘friends’ how much ‘you love Mummy’ at the age of 24.

Ever since President Blair picked his conductors baton up back in 1997, this has been the end product – a nation of emotional retards who look to the state and the media in order to determine what and how they should ‘feel’. Those too young to remember life before 1997 simply do not know any different, and this is made worse by those who do ‘going along with it’ as if their brains have been wiped like the hard-drive of an old computer. They talk and emote about love and about grief like very young children, but the reality is we are unable to love or grieve without explicit instruction. Of course, as everything happens for a reason and the ‘benefit’ to those running society now is that the every ‘disaster’ or ‘scandal’ doesn’t have to be ‘explained’ in logical terms. This is of no benefit to people like me who still possess ethics, morals and an ability to think clearly. After I had written the bulk of this article, reports flooded in to the UK news organisation, horrifying news of a bomb going off in Boston, Massachusetts at the scene of a marathon. Details of 3 dead and many injured came thick and fest – but out-motoring the reports were the “thoughts” of thousands of other Westerners – it didn’t take long for people in the UK to be calling for the ‘old faithful’, the ‘minute’s silence’. “One Minute Silence” used to be the preserve of Remembrance Day to signify the sacrifice of others that was directly responsible for our own liberty, in recent years it has been applied to many ‘tragic events’ – the irony being we are no longer ‘free’ in the sense that we once were prior to Blairism. That 37 Iraqi civilians had also been blown to bits by terrorist bombs on the same day whilst attempting to vote in the new America-endorsed “Democratic Iraq”  barely figured in the UK news reports, so I was confused – should we have a minutes silence for Boston and five minutes silence for Iraq? Spend a day in bed? Divide up our “thoughts” and send a percentage across the Atlantic and a percentage to the Middle East? Maybe we could work out an ‘exchange rate’ on what a life is worth depending on nationality?

Although it took years for the bigger picture to become apparent, that afternoon on 1st September 1997 it was not just the sun disappearing behind the clouds, it was life as I knew it. It was also a sign of the struggle I would face in the future as someone clinging on to my very sense of self and ideals in a society that would disintegrate into a morass of artificial emotion and senseless idiocy. Sixteen years not only do we face empty vessels in terms of retarded young people (not just unwilling but unable to grow up) but in the ‘past’ I refer to – the time of considered intelligent opinion, of restrained and natural love and grief and of a better quality of life – being discredited by the forces that created the present status quo. What the future will bring people like myself I do not know – but I can’t see the artifice of the present being sustainable. Something has got to give, and along with the bombs of terrorism exploding on a daily basis around the globe, I feel the time-bomb of idiocy is not far off detonating. Do we have anything left to lose?

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Selling David A Pup.

It’s been so long for me since I began the stressful and lonely path of ‘thinking outside of the box’ in terms of digesting the information I was being fed (and, of course, I often forget how blissful it must be to have faith in the media and the other ‘forces of good’). To give it a name I suppose I’d call it ‘personal empowerment’. I’m driven by a desire to get the most out of life, but I do not confuse this – as so many seem to – with ‘power over others’ and using people to further my own personal agenda.

In these 18 years since I started to really ‘open my eyes’ – the whole of my adult life – I have seen and experienced things I wouldn’t have otherwise noticed or encountered, or that I would have otherwise have put down to ‘luck’ or taken as written. In this time I have seen society and life in the UK descend to levels of banality even I didn’t foresee in such a short period of time. Or maybe I did (see my next article) I just hoped things wouldn’t happen so quickly?

The path of this self-education has taken in many authors and scholars – from the better self-help books, psychology and occasionally fiction; authors as varied Ayn Rand, Tony Robbins, M.Scott Peck, Stuart Goldsmith and David Icke. Taking no individual word as ‘gospel’ but going with my own sense takes self-belief I learned as an adult, not something I was spoon-fed as a child. For instance, although ‘life-coach’ and motivational guru Anthony Robbins has that cringeworthy kind of Whitehouse-endorsed corporate-friendly ‘your life is amazing’ Americanisms, there is no doubt that his love and self-belief based philosophy offers the open-minded a ‘yin’ to the ‘yang’ of the necessary but somewhat negative realisations of the Ickes and Goldsmiths.

Particularly in the area of ‘finding closure’ when someone is harbouring their own emotional damage, Robbins offers a valuable ‘forgiveness’ based antidote to the hate-based lawyer-assisted ‘closure’ proffered by the police and media which actually discourages forgiveness, encourages the damaged to wallow in hate and self-pity to their own detriment, and continues their own destruction in the name of being a ‘victim’. The only way to ‘get over’ abuse or emotional damage in the past is to empower oneself today – that doesn’t garner many column inches though, alas.

I would have thought this is the message the Mark Williams-Thomas’ of this society should be sending these all-important ‘victims’ but it is not. The sheer amount of real-life ‘monsters’ created by this culture of greed and hypocrisy seems to be never-ending – but the Mick Philpott’s & Karen Matthews’ did what they did because of aspects of the media actively encourage such mindless attention-seeking and narcissism. As Stevie Wonder said nearly forty years ago, ‘Love’s In Need Of Love Today’.

It’s true – love is in need of love today. What we are subjected to is a daily bombardment of hatred and contempt, seemingly now balanced out by the phasing out of the natural process of questioning and weighing up what we are being told. We are expected to believe everything we are told by agents of the media, and the reactions if we don’t tend toward finger-pointing counter-accusations and attempts at ridicule – or, worse.

Education – in the true sense of the word – has been replaced by the promotion of ignorance and hate, philosophy replaced by soundbites. It cannot be accidental that the secondary school education system in the UK produces amazing exam results and very little in the way of ‘knowledge’, and that a huge ‘Generation Gap’ has opened up between those born circa 1989, and those born before. To have an understanding of anything you need to apply an understanding of ‘context’, particularly in historical situations. For instance, you wouldn’t have a monarch beheading his wives in the 20th Century Britain.

There has also been what I’d describe as an annexing of children from adults in the past 15 years or so which has resulted in a massive cultural gap (something that very much extends into shared knowledge and attitude). I pretty much got on with people 10 years older than myself as I did people 10 years younger by the time I was in my early 20s, and vice versa. Teenagers embraced the assent of adulthood generally by wanting to appear like adults themselves – it was essential to ‘grow up’ if you wanted to be accepted in adult environments such as pubs, clubs and workplaces, and it was a gradual and natural process. Youth-based movements have existed in the past, but they were always founded upon ideals, there is something rather transparent about drives to “get young people interested in policing” or politics etc when they appear to lack the general knowledge or interest to apply context or ideology. They exist to become puppets.

Which brings me round to the main point of this article – the spread of misinformation created to brainwash people with no actual interest or knowledge of recent history – and specifically designed to befuddle a major irritant to the ‘New Work Order’ controllers of ‘information’. David Icke is a man who, against all odds and in the face of considerable ridicule, has managed to identify and articulate matters of great importance in both our wider society and attacks on real knowledge over the past twenty years or so. Information – and I mean actual factual information – has come to light which suggests shards of the ‘truth’ Mr Icke and his followers have been seeking to  expose for all these years have been deliberately contaminated with misinformation as a planned distraction in the case of future ‘Exposure’.

There is no doubt that most of what Mr Icke – and others, sneeringly referred to as ‘conspiracy theorists’ by the mainstream media – have been writing about is founded in truth. The existence and aims of The Bilderberg Group (and it’s membership), the 9/11 controlled demolition, The New World Order – all sadly true, and – more importantly – backed up by evidence. Even the much-ridiculed ‘shape-shifting lizards’ seem to be not so ridiculous when faced with the reality of odious teflon politicians such as Tony Blair and Peter Mandelson.

Some people who pose a threat to the powers that be meet sticky ends in ‘accidents’, ‘suicide’ or ‘heart attacks’ – some are dealt with by other means. The way of dealing with David Icke has been to create the fact he is a misguided nutcase and his theories are the ranting of a madman – and in mainstream terms this has worked. After all, if he were to meet his maker via a plane crash or assassination, this would be seized upon by his loyal students as ‘proof’ of a conspiracy. Recently though, Mr Icke has fallen hook, line and sinker for a media conspiracy that has no evidence and no credibility – other than the kudos given it by Icke himself. In fact Mr Icke has fallen so deeply into these morally choppy waters I find myself wondering if he has been ‘bought off’.

I don’t think the ‘conspiracies’ I have suggested above are at all unlikely – my personal belief system is based on logic, if there is a logical reason for something to be happening I will err on the side of logic. For instance, the consequences of 9/11 (social and fiscal) have outweighed the supposed ‘cost’ have they not? If I am to buy into the subject of “institutionalised paedophilia” high up in ‘the system’ I would also suggest that the perpetrators of such evil practices would have cover and distractions ready for dispatch in the event these matters being leaked and thus become a matter of record. Indeed – if this level of systematic evil does exist there it would be utterly stupid not to plant various fairytales to distract those brave enough to venture down the path of uncovering those deadly deeds.

In my humble opinion, it is also astonishingly naive to not consider that the keenness of politicians and others woven into the fabric of the UK Government to attach themselves to popular entertainers and popular culture was to court popularity with the view of increasing their appeal to the young, to the baby boomers. If this theory wants testing it is something that is still going on today! If there are powerful paedophile networks at play, it would seem – to me, at least – that there would be a history of ‘misinformation’ scattered around regarding these matters, perhaps with unprovable tales of modern-day court jesters being involved? This is what I assume would go on, and as I have said I consider myself a logical sort of person.

Call me an idiot – I’m sure there are Ickesters who will do – but I do not see the correlation they do in the present posthumous demonisation of Jimmy Savile as a supposed ‘paedophile’ and their supposed cause of ‘exposing the dream world we believe to be real’.

When a supposed conspiracy is presented to the country as a ‘fait accompli’ on prime-time ITV (which is now far more in the idiom of ‘state television’ than the BBC ever could be) using the methods synonymous with state propaganda, is it not naive to expect leading conspiracy theorists to address the concerns immediately apparent to me (and, it turns out, many others)?

When the maker of said documentary surrounds himself in inaccurate claims, spends the next six months (and counting) dining out on his wafer-thin supposed ‘Exposure’ and has avoided completely an unscripted interview/questions-and-answers scenario does that not smack of ‘conspiracy’?

Where is the evidence? If I work on the principles promoted by Mr Icke, it is more important than ever that any issues of concern are cleared up to our complete satisfaction – surely? The truth is the posthumous vilification of Sir Jimmy Savile serves to fulfill several long-term agendas, not least the ‘buying off’ of Icke and his barmy vitriolic following. There are several ways ‘the powers that be’ could have dealt with this 20-year thorn in their side, be it the time-honoured ‘bumping off’ or the nouveau method of having some woman claim he brushed her right thigh in 1978 and then trawling him across the nation, but such methods would only serve to promote ‘The Cult Of David’ in the long term. It would appear the method chosen is present him as a crank and feed his sillier claims.

When I see Mr Icke and his fervent followers quoting hateful articles from publications such as The Daily Mail and the various Murdoch press, I despair. Maybe his mind has been well and truly blown – or, realistically, he has been bought off. For a man who’s basic message is ‘remember who you are, don’t believe the illusions’ is it not sheer hypocrisy to promote the agenda of the mainstream media when it suits just one of his more minor (and very shop-soiled) claims?

He has enthusiastically promoted the agenda of a certain Operation Yewtree – a Metropolitan Police operation set up to create a ‘smoke and mirrors’ illusion to distract the brainwashed public Icke claims to want to ‘awaken’ and also – even more threatening to our ‘freedom’ – to prevent others who may well know the Savile ‘allegations’ are garbage – from speaking out and addressing this ‘big lie’. This is not ‘smashing institutionalised paedophilia’ it is promoting the dubious agenda of a vicious mainstream media and encouraging the bullying of individuals by this corporate cluster of organisations.

Does he really think a police force colluding with the corporate press – 30+ ‘reporters’, 7 police vehicles and 20 officers to arrest a 67 year old buffoon for touching a grown woman’s breast in 1978 – is part of his ‘wider truth’? If not, why does he associate himself and his greater message to such injustice on the grounds that he was fed a red herring about Jimmy Savile many years ago – when NOTHING is being done to ‘expose institutionalised paedophilia’ other than the bullying of hapless slightly right-wing light entertainers?

For those of use not blinded by the false lights of ‘Savilegate’, it would seem that David Icke is finished – which can only be the long-term aim of his supposed enemies, and the reason his head has been turned. It’s one thing being swept along by a tidal wave of bullshit on the belief it may reveal a ‘greater truth’ but another thing entirely to submit to a hateful mainstream media whilst instructing people to “Get Off Your Knees”

When David ‘gets off his knees’ and smells the coffee, I might start to pay attention again. Until then, thanks David – for information on 9/11, Monsato, the post-9/11 wars, the infowar, Bilderberg and the NWO hierarchy etc – but no thanks.

I’ve enough to investigate and educate myself with now, without bothering with mainstream media bullying and engaging with a very real national ‘dumbing down’ of the populace. If we are to believe justice is destroying deceased entertainers with lies, trawling hate figures for unprovable historic sex crimes, supporting a corporate media who are embroiled in criminal activity with disgraced police forces and consuming exactly what we are told by dubious figures who will not allow themselves to be questioned that is something I cannot support.

There is a lot of wrongdoing going on the world and there has been for a long time now. In the face of the culture of the past 20 years phasing out intelligence and ‘general knowledge’ to a population more easily pleased and bovine than ever before, I don’t wish to waste my time and resources on individuals pointing their finger at the likes of Top Of The Pops.

David Icke’s transformation over the past few months is akin to Howard Roark becoming a fervent supporter of his arch enemy Ellsworth Toohey in Ayn Rand’s ever-relevant novel The Fountainhead – as beguiling as it is foolish. I hope his new-found support of the police, ITV, The Daily Mail and Rupert Murdoch will provide him with whatever it is he seeking to benefit from – but this is not an agenda I can believe in.