When I feel sick or down in the dumps, I try and distract myself with something that is uplifting and cheerful As William Shakespeare said so eloquently in " The Tempest " Misery makes strange bedfellows. "
My old Gran used to tell me that misery loves company - in other words, don't feel sorry for yourself or you will end up surrounded by people and thoughts that make you feel even worse.
Read more: The cure for misery is hope and a generous dose of determination
As our world becomes more corrupt, complicated and seemingly hopeless, we need to use our minds to seek hope from those who have proven, beyond shadow of doubt, that good can triumph.
I saw an image today that struck me as being quite profound. I called it " white privilege. "
It made me wonder how our countries have travelled so far from reality that we are now expected to believe in this myth that we are thinking ourselves superior?
When, on 20th April 1653, Oliver Cromwell blasted the Rump Parliament in Britain, he gave a speech that could well be delivered in Parliaments around the world today. His passionate words were those of a man who had had a gutful of the lying, self serving people who were betraying their country to get a slice of a very corrupt and tainted pie.
When I re read this speech this morning, I could not help but think that it is time for a global cleanout of the cesspits we call Parliament and how our Politicians are over fed vultures feeding on the Carcass of the People they were elected to protect and represent.
Read more: Throughout history, the People reach a tipping point of “ had a gutful. “
I thought long and hard about writing and publishing this article as I realise that the subject matter is disturbing to many people, including myself. It was very difficult to have to confront some of the material and I have tried to write it as sensitively as possible. I can only imagine how Judith Reisman must have felt on a daily basis.
So my apologies in advance if you feel repulsed by the contents ( as do I ) but we cannot pretend that it doesn't exist. In fact, it is getting worse at an alarming rate.
Any serious effort to end the crisis must deal with the problem of the administrative state and the bureaucratic power thereof. Without that focus, no reform effort can get anywhere. That is surely a main takeaway from the trauma of our times.
The solution has to be drastic and it has to work. The reason is simple: a free and functioning society cannot coexist with an undemocratic beast like this on the loose, making its own laws and running roughshod over rights and liberties with zero oversight from elected leaders. Until the administrative state is defanged and disempowered, there will be no representative government and no hope for change.
As many of you know, Redhead and I are mother and daughter. We have been in this relationship for coming up 70 years.
The other day, we had a war of words. I said that she was being short tempered and she accused me of being short tempered.
We, in short, argued.
In 1787, as Benjamin Franklin left the final session of the Constitutional Convention, he was asked what form of government the delegates had given America. “A Republic,” he answered, “if you can keep it.”
Spoiler alert: we didn’t.
In 1963, Leonard Read warned Americans that “our once-upon-a-time Republic” was degenerating into something else; "we are headed into a kakistocracy,” he wrote.
Kakistocracy means "government by the worst." Read particularly liked James Russell Lowell’s definition: “a government… for the benefit of knaves at the cost of fools.”
We now know there is a mass of contradictory information regarding COVID after irreversible damage has been done following the vaccinations. Over 80% of Americans were baited, bullied, badgered, browbeaten, or blackmailed to get the jab without thorough knowledge and thoughtful consideration.
We were assured by “the scientists” and “revered health officials” that the rushed vaccines were “safe and effective,” only to learn they are not safe nor effective.
All over the western world, the United Nations is forcing countries to accept foreigners who claim to be refugees but are nothing more than economic country shoppers looking for a good deal. I don’t know about you, but I am sick of it.
I am sick and tired of woke idiots telling me what to do, what to eat, what to drive and what to think.
I am sick and tired of seeing my country damaged and drained of money and our cultural identity because our so called Leaders are too weak to just say “ No. “
What is wrong with them? Why are they allowing and almost encouraging the theft of our heritage and hard fought for sense of Self?
Read more: I remember when... The Great Divide was a mountain range
Throughout history, assassins would use poison to try and rid themselves of their target. The person in power was vulnerable to attack and one of the easiest ways of ridding their adversary ( their political opponent ) was to poison them.
It was normally administered in their food or drink and, in a few short moments, the opposition was removed.
It became customary to employ an official food taster who had the dubious honour of eating a sample of the meal or sipping from the cup. If the taster failed to die, then the person in power deemed it safe to eat their meal and sup their wine.
Read more: The unofficial food taste testers must be quivering in their boots right now
More than six years ago, World Economic Forum (WEF) founder Klaus Schwab gave an interview in which he promised that an implantable “global health pass” microchip would be unveiled within the next 10 years to track and control all of humanity.
Even though the Wuhan coronavirus (Covid-19) had not yet been unveiled by the medical deep state, Schwab already knew that a catalyst was soon to come that would forever change the landscape of our world.
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