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This Once Great Country And Other Fairy Tales.

The British Coalition Government, finds itself with a desperate choice, whether to make sure that hospital patients, whom are dying of starvation and dehydration, by the thousand, in National Health Service Hospitals, are fed and their thirst quenched, or to take care of the needs of the bankers, whom are demanding that Social spending be cut, to make more money available for the Military, in order to crush the remnants of resistance to their megalomania.

It would be a shame for the Democratically elected Government, to spend a part of the peoples own money on them and to suggest to the bankers, whom are worth trillions of Pounds, that they might think about financing their own wars for a change. Of course, should they choose to fight a totally “private war” the reality of the use of “government’s” as a smokescreen to what has actually been going on for centuries, would be exposed to the voter, as if that would make any difference, the voter would simply shrug his shoulders and go back to his pint of beer.

As I write, the British Emissary, from the Jewish bankers in London, Wild Willy Hague, is meeting with the Jewish controlled French Government in Mali, to make sure that all of the rich resources of that country, are seized and passed into the hands of the Central Banks and multinational mining companies.

I always worry for Wild Willy’s well-being, when he makes these little voyages into the domain of the real men, he must know that he stands the risk of a slightly sharp object being inserted into his slightly gay bum. On the other hand I suppose that at least it would give Hilary something to chuckle about.

The British and French have already raped Africa, from top to bottom, in the Nineteenth Century, murdering millions of Africans in the process and of course, as is the Jewish way, cut the Continent to shreds, making sure that several incompatible tribes were trapped together, within borders which were designed to create hostility.

The Jews even sold the people into slavery, by the million, before realising that  there was more money to be made, by paying them to work and then taking the money in return for shelter and food.

Now, in the “Modern World,” those British slaves, whom believe themselves to be free, are still being robbed by the same families, whom are the richest people in the world, for whom the world is not enough, whom are still taking the food out of the mouths of the hungry, to finance yet more blood sacrifices across Africa and the Middle East.

The Great British Empire, was never any such thing, the Empire was Jewish, the British were simply the cannon fodder. All through the years of Empire, the people of Britain were living in squalor. They saw not one penny of the riches of Empire. They had been herded into Mill Towns, where they were totally dependent on factory bosses for their lodgings and food.

People were being hanged for shop lifting. Deported to Australia for trivial crimes, where they were locked up in the most barbaric prisons on planet earth.

However, despite the way in which they were treated at home, the British Dragoons found enough energy, to slaughter five million Irish people, in an attempt to further the City of London’s aim of Ethnically Cleansing Ireland. They carried on with this agenda, after the end of the Great War, by sending in the Black and Tans, whom were the shell-shocked nut cases from the trenches of Flanders, with instructions to terrorise the Irish people. Ah yes, those were indeed the lazy hazy days of Empire.   See  The Famine That Never Was

The British are now finding themselves back out in the streets, sleeping in shop doorways in cardboard boxes, while ignoring the cost of all of those bankers wars, with that trade mark stiff upper lip, these lugubrious Brits, in a show of national masochism, are praising their torturer and urging them to steal even more of their  Social Security handouts, to make sure that the streets of the UK are kept safe from all of those nasty Taliban.

It is an easy step to believe that these docile people, are asleep and wandering around in a dreaming suburb, where the sun is always shining, where a good old British Bobby, will make sure that everything is in order, waiting for a quarter to seven in the evening, for “The Archers, an everyday story of country folk.”