Angelos Agathangelou: Idiocracy is here and now in 2026. It's way past time for real democracy and the disbanding of the failed experiment known as the political class.
They put ethanol in our petrol that's not only much less efficient than pure petrol, it melts our fuel lines and destroys our engines prematurely.
They feed us faeces, when they're not shoving forever chemicals sprayed plants down us and they're quietly replacing our minced meat with insects, while they sell us, "you'll own nothing and be happy about it."
They do all that nonsense in the name of saving the planet from an element that our life on this planet is based on and plants flourish on.
And that's just the mild stuff.
They print money out of thin air and charge us interest on that, then call it economics. They've conned us into thinking we live in a democracy, when foreign interests, having paid for the 'jobs for the girls' main political teams' leafleting for pennies, can then divert the lion's share of our taxes to foreign wars that benefit them, while our streets, our infrastructure crumbles and our elderly freeze.
A global scamdemic here, a global bankster shakedown there, a genocide here, a regime change war there.
Give me a benevolent tyrant dictator like Gaddafi any day over this shit-show...
This isn't kicking the can down the road, this is stumbling around like a drunken fool, robbed and half beaten to death.
Our society is weak because it is controlled via the 20% that you can fool all of the time. Only open direct government, only real democracy, or benevolent tyrany can save us now.
What was our last sane decision? The referendum that brought us BREXIT. As that lovely tyrant Gaddafi wrote in his little green book, 'in a group larger than 150 people there is no democracy, the individual is lost.' That is why allowing ourselves to become even more disenfranchised from our government as with the EU was folly.
I say it is also folly to relinquish our civic duty to middle women [MPs] who can be easily bribed by foreign interests and we should all do our civic duty and consider and vote on every issue ourselves.
Do you want to support a genocidal regime? Do you want to bail out the banksters? Do you want the banksters to have licence to print money out of thin air and charge you interest while they sit on their fat arses and live it up on the sweat of your brow?
Do you want to relinquish your free speech, be told what you can do, even when it doesn't harm anyone else?
That is how all our affairs should be run. Cut out the middle women, cut out the foliticians. One citizen, one vote on every national issue. If they want to bribe somenone, let them try to bribe the entire nation of voters.
Do you want to go to war? I don't. Do you want to police our borders? I do. Do you want to live in a 15 minute town, or city? I don't. Do you want to be dictated to by technocrats? Not me. Do you want to be forced to pay for the BBC so that the foreign interests who buy our foliticians can have the perfect tool to brainwash you, do you want to pay for your own brain-rinsing?

The Jam - Funeral Pyre:
ReplyDeleteDown in amongst the streets tonight
Books will burn, people laugh and cry in their turmoil
(Turmoil turns rejoiceful)
Shed your fears and lose your guilt
Tonight we burn responsibility in the fire
We'll watch the flames grow higher
But if you get too burnt, you can't come back home
And as I was standing by the edge
I could see the faces of those who led
Pissing theirselves laughing (and the flames grew)
Their mad eyes bulged, their flushed faces said
The weak get crushed as the strong grow stronger
We feast on flesh and drink on blood
Live by fear and despise love in a crisis
(What with today's high prices)
Bring some paper and bring some wood
Bring what's left of all your love for the fire
We'll watch the flames grow higher
But if you get too burnt, you can't come back home
And as I was standing by the edge
I could see the faces of those who led
Pissing theirselves laughing (and the flames grew)
Their mad eyes bulged, their flushed faces said
The weak get crushed as the strong grow stronger
In the funeral pyre
We'll watch the flames grow higher
But if you get too burnt, you can't come back home
In the funeral pyre
We'll watch the flames grow higher
But if you get too burnt, you can't come back home
In the funeral pyre
(Well I feel so old, when I feel so young
Well, I just can't grow up to meet the demands)
We'll watch the flames grow higher
But if you get too burnt, you can't come back home
(Well I feel so old, when I feel so young
Well, I just can't grow up to meet the demands)
(Well I feel so old, when I feel so young
Well, I just can't grow up to meet the demands)
UB40 - Folitician:
Hey Folitician, me seh hey folitician
Me seh hey folitician
Mek you go long so.
Hey folitician, me seh hey folitician
Me seh hey folitician
Mek you go long so.
You come chatty chatty chatty run up you' mouth,
You come chatty chatty chatty run up you' mouth,
One man, one vote you hear from the shout.
One man, one vote you hear from the shout.
You full of pure promise but you tell damn' lies;
You full of pure promise but you tell damn' lies;
You make a mistake And then somebody dies.
You make a mistake And then somebody dies.
Hey folitician, me seh hey folitician
Me seh hey folitician
What you doin 'bout the slums?
You sit around all day, jus' a twiddle your thumbs;
You have a strange expression
Mek you look like you' dumb.
Mek you look like you' dumb.
You worry everybody 'til you put them in a box.
You worry everybody 'til you put them in a box.
Dub freak gone
Gone go check him record shop,
Gone go check him record stock.
Him climb upon the box
Him said him got to reach the top;
Him climb upon the shelf
Him seh you take care yourself.
Him dance upon the floor
Him said a music galore
Him said a music galore.
Dub freak, dub freak
Deh 'pon the go;
Say you never know
Because I told you so.
Sippa, sippa, sippa, sippa, lightning crash;
Sippa, sippa, sippa, sippa, lightning crash;
Drummer 'pon him drum, him jus' a play mish-mash.
Drummer 'pon him drum, him jus' a play mish-mash.
Keyboards in the middle jus'a jump and twiddle.
Keyboards in the middle jus'a jump and twiddle.
Rhythm over here an' me seh rhythm over there,
Don't stop and stare because the rhythm gone clear.
Dub freak, dub freak, in a dub freak style
Dub freak, dub freak, still a running wild.
Him start from the bottom 'til him reach up the top
Him keep on rocking and him never stop.
Wow and flutter, music jus'
a run like butter.
a run like butter.
Dub a slip an' slide
Dub a slip an' slide
Dub a slip an' slide,
He can't find nowhere to hide.