Killing people is a very serious business, and it is something that must never be taken lightly.
Killing people demands serious people. The decision to kill people demands serious people, and the people who actually kill people are very serious people indeed.
Or at least it used to be! These days’ people don’t take the issue of killing people seriously at all.
For all too many of you out there, killing people is a video game, a news item, a random story which passes through social media, across MSM [if it passes through there at all and if it suits the agenda of the rich] and thence out the other side, to be forgotten, as though the killing of people is nothing at all.
You see it exemplified across the world in carefully selected News items designed to feed your prejudice and hate. You see big brave men killing unarmed, defenceless men women and children to slake their blood lust. And everybody knows instinctively, that the killing of people isn’t serious to such creatures, it is nothing but perverted pleasure. That is understood, and it is right that their villainy should be exposed for what it is, for they are immoral, cruel, ugly, and yes – evil.
Unfortunately our TV screens shield our eyes from the reality of our own immoral, cruel, ugly, and yes – evil, actions.
And people will never believe that we act thusly because after all is said and done, we are the good guys right? We only kill people after serious people have taken the time to think seriously about killing people. And only when it is absolutely necessary do we then release our dogs of war and set to the serious business of killing people, because we are moral, just, ‘Serious’.
Right?
Wrong!
In our modern world, our morals have returned once more, or should I say degenerated to those of Ancient Rome. Where the killing of Christians was akin to a video game, but with extra, added sensorama. Hell they even have the odd voyeuristic slaughter of wild beasts as an act of entertainment for the pleasure of rich Patricians. Things change not at all eh?
So no, killing people is no longer seen as a ‘Very Serious Business’ which demands very serious people taking the time to consider seriously the issue of killing people. Now it has become corporatized, a decision made by bean counters who snort cocaine at a thousand pounds a line and live far above the concerns of the rest of mankind.
In short the business of ‘Killing People’ is not considered at all. Instead it is merely just another block to profit. Or in the cases of some, an act of ‘Savage Gratification’ to slake their lust for pain and blood.
It is these latter types who are placed into faux power by the Patricians who rule us from their obtrusive, and ghastly glass towers. Their presence, looming over our cities like a colossus, are a constant reminder to the intelligent amongst us, of just who is really in charge. These glass citadels radiate hate across the landscapes of our cities like the evil tower of Sauron, they are data nodes of the Patrician Class, they are the modern day castles. This is the real reason we went to war in Iraq.
They place in power weak and easily corruptible men. Men without honour. Men without a soul. Men who have had all compassion burned out of them in their greed filled, cocaine fuelled rituals of hate.
Killing people is a very serious business Ladies and Gentlemen. And it is absolutely true that there are people who need to be killed. But, and this is a very big ‘BUT’ – none of the people who need to be killed are children, here in our western world, or in Yemen, or Syria, or Libya, or in a myriad list of other countries in which our patricians rage secret wars, and fuel terror and despair for profit!
In their glass towers our Patricians act as Necromancers. They deal out death without any care or thought for their victims. They pollute the world for profit. They burn the world for profit. They ethnically cleanse for profit. They steal trillions and plunge the people of the world into a downwards spiral of ever increasing poverty for their own personal profit. They rape children, they kill, they maim, they infect the body politic, and they do all these things and call us plebs as they get fat off the pain of mankind.
Which brings me to David Cameron and a pig called ‘Charlie’.
Across Great Britain the far right extremists [for there no longer remains a political right who are not Extremists] have desperately been trying to defend David Cameron’s dalliance with a pig that I shall henceforth call ‘Charlie’.
Toby Young say’s “Fucking a pig does not reflect badly on our Prime-Minister at all” [I paraphrase here as attempting to explicate his rambling article about why it isn’t a bad thing would take up most of the page otherwise].
Indeed at first glance most of us [including me] laughed and trolled the PM for his porky fetish. It’s funny right?
Well, yes. At least up until you remember the Daily Mail, The Mirror, The Sun, and other MSM outlets vilified just the other month a number of ‘cough’ ordinary citizens caught having sex with horses, chickens, sheep, and very, very, very way down, right at the bottom of this horrible list of miscreants, there was even one who had been bonking a snake.
The scorn and outrage poured upon these individuals [and rightly] was almost too unbearable to print, but print it they did because it sold newspapers. Hell it even made local news channels, and you know what, most of us thought to ourselves when we saw it ‘What the f***”?
So put into that context, the Prime-Minister’s possible proclivity for having sex with animals isn’t quite so funny. I mean to say, ‘Who Does That’?
So by now you’re sat there thinking ‘Just Another Scumbag’. But then you think some more and you remember that actually that is not the only thing David Cameron did.
He and his rich mates [George Osborne and presumably the aforementioned Toby Young; who openly lays claim to the fact that he was a contemporary of David Cameron at University [though how contemporary should perhaps be best looked into by a honest investigative journalist, if we can find one] but I digress. Cameron and chums regularly it is reported snorted cocaine got pissed on champers and then stood on tables pointed at the plebs serving them and screamed out a chant of “We Hate the Poor, We Hate the Poor, We Hate the Poor, We Hate the Poor, We Hate the Poor, We Hate the Poor, We Hate the Poor, We Hate the Poor, We Hate the Poor, We Hate the Poor” etcetera and so on, ad infinitum. [Not often you see three variants of the same meaning in a single piece of prose back to back is it?]
Anyway, by this time your thinking “These fuckers hate British Citizens and they are in charge of the Benefits which we set up to aid our poor fellows? What the f***”?
But then you think about him fucking the pig a bit more deeply and then you realise, err hang about, this is the guy who helped successive Tory Leaders cover up the mass raping and probably murders of British Children, who aided and abetted Margaret Thatcher in the cover up of Jimmy Savile’s nefarious activities. Some of which involved having sex with the dead.
Then you it dawns on you that not only is having sex with a pig, which is called ‘Bestiality’ by the way and is a Crime under British Law. But also that Charlie the Pig was a dead little porker which makes it doubly gross because that technically also constitutes an act of Necrophilia [which is also a Crime under British Law]
So by now and many What the F*** moments later you sit there on your couch and think, this is the man who is the Ultimate Arbiter of life and death here in the United Kingdom. To him is the charge of thinking very seriously about when and if we should send our young men off to kill people, but instead he looks at the world through hazy cocaine fuelled eyes and also has a fetish for fucking dead things?
ERR WHAT THE FUCK?
Killing people is a very serious business, and it is something that must never be taken lightly. Killing people demands serious people. The decision to kill people demands serious people, who take the time to think seriously about the implications, the ramifications, the morality, the need and necessity, the human cost, the risks.
Killing people is a very serious business Ladies and Gentlemen. And it is absolutely true that there are people who need to be killed, but none of the people who need to be killed are children. And I want, no I demand, that the person who orders the deaths of people to be serious people, incorruptible people. Men and Women who cannot be blackmailed because of their cocaine habits and their proclivity for fucking dead animals.
No wonder The Warmongers in their glass Citadels are in charge, they talk to the dead, they are ‘The Necromancers’ and these creatures in Westminster, looking down at us through cocaine addled eyes are their Zombies.
Putting David Cameron’s dalliance with Charlie the Pig into that context, makes ‘Pig fucking the least of our worries’.
Welcome to the underworld, the world of the undead.
