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The truth can’t compete with old books

What’s the best way to inject a theory or a fact or information into the system?

Let me expand.  Supposing you want to very swiftly make a lot of people believe something.  It doesn’t have to be untrue, unusually for this day and age, it could be actually be true.  However, you want to place this idea or information into society and to get it believed or supported.  What medium should you use?

Probably your first thought is television.  Wrong.  Radio?  Nope, but that comes second.  Internet News services?  Nope.  Social networks?  Nope.  You need to be in print.

The main print media that people believe is a book.  Next comes a newspaper.

Ok, here’s how it all works:  It’s important to target the chattering middle classes.   They are the ones who help shape consensus thinking.  They always have been and always will be.  What they think matters, regardless of whether millions of the lower and more gullible classes have opinions about anything beyond who should be voted out of the Big Brother house, or who should win the X Factor.  The lower classes can’t actually do anything with real information, which is why they are given so much pointless information to fill their mainly vacant minds with, to keep them occupied and to stop them annoying the chattering classes.

It is the chattering classes that network and control and shape and decide what’s what.  It is the chattering classes we must target with our information or ‘truth’.

Now, apart from obscure programmes on obscure TV channels like BBC4, the chattering classes don’t really watch TV.  Well, they might watch Newsnight if they feel a bit of very light trivial entertainment is in order.  They do also listen to the serious programmes on Radio 4, but they only trust people they hear on Radio 4 who’ve written books.

You may be able to Twitter or use the blogosphere to reach them, as a lot of them are sold on the non-Facebook aspects of social media, but like with TV’s Newsnight, they won’t think of your information as anything but trivia because the words you’ve written are not on paper.

The reason the chattering classes are only programmed to accepted the printed word as having any value originates at University.  Institutions of learning are not ever at the forefront of knowledge or forward radical thinking.  They tend instead to be bastions of tradition and ancient stability.  Knowledge to these institutions means books, especially old books.  Traditionally books were the tools of the intellectuals and scientists, hence why book burning was common in ancient times when the lower class peasants revolted and destroyed these things they’d not learned to read or to use, but instead feared because they appeared to give the gentry power over them.

Universities may well have embraced technology and tomes of information may well be stored electronically, but the server rooms are not as fiercely guarded and protected as their libraries.  Books even in this modern age still hold the power and ultimate knowledge.  The older the book, the more power it commands. That’s what is taught even if it not actually said.

It doesn’t even matter if what’s written in the book is proven to be completely wrong or in need of a rethink, it will still have power to smite even the most highly researched and presented tv documentary, because the chattering classes will favour its printed words over the words of a human speaking in front of them via a television.  Again, the older the book, the more power it has to smite the televisual presentation.

Remember, the chattering classes have been trained to think and believe this whilst they were at University, and they know no other reaction or ability to reason, and have motivation to question their programming.

Indeed, the printed word is so important at University level that in order to prove themselves worthy of being labelled a Degree or above holder, the University attendee even has to produce their own printed words.  Failure to do so means, well, failure.

The book is never questioned.  It is the conch shell.

In other words, this entire article that I’ve written has been a waste of time, yet at the same time it will prove my point perfectly.  The chattering classes will neither consume nor consider these words even if they stumble upon them.

These words can’t and won’t be taken seriously by the chattering classes because these words are not printed words in an old book, so there is no way I can actually inject a new idea into their chatter is there?

What is the secret beneath Liverpool?

What secret lurks beneath Liverpool?  What power nestles below?  What has been built there that the normal people are not allowed to see?

There is obviously a much larger conspiracy to hide something from the citizens of Liverpool and the great British public at large, but there must be a tiny local elite that do know about it but won’t say anything.

It’s time we knew the truth.  What’s beneath us could pose a danger to us.  We need to know.

To try to understand a few things we have to first step back 200 years to the early 1800s.  A retired but extremely wealthy local man had teams of workers constantly building tunnels under Liverpool.  Dozens of tunnels, we are told, but it was maybe hundreds.  Known today as the Williamson Tunnels, nobody knows why Joseph Williamson set about having them built.  Indeed, there are various rumours and thoughts, but nobody actually offers a truly rational explanation.  A very tiny few of the tunnels are open to the those who wish to pay to investigate, with many more known about but carefully kept closed to the public gaze.  It is said that there are others that are classified as ‘lost’.  But are they?

In more recent times two much larger tunnels, the more modern Kingsway and the older Queensway, were built to carry traffic under the River Mersey.

Inexplicably and somewhat illogically the tunnels are less than a mile from each other.  Logic says that if there really was a need for two tunnels under the river connecting Liverpool to the other side of the Mersey, then they should have been placed much further apart.  They weren’t.  They were deliberately built almost next to each other.

Most locals’ attention to what’s really going on is not drawn to the tunnels because they are so close to each other.  This means that when one tunnel is mysteriously closed, it’s no big bother to drive to the other.  Obviously had the tunnels been more properly situated much further apart, this would have been far more annoying and caused more interest and questions when one or the other is regularly closed to the public, especially at night.  Indeed, the tunnels, especially the Kingsway, are closed far more often than tunnels elsewhere in the country.

Yet, whilst they are closed, locals complain of the fact that their closure will usually proceed a lot of vehicular activity either going into or coming out of the tunnel.  Strange tinted windowed unmarked cars, vans and sometimes huge lorries will speed in or out despite the signs flashing that the tunnel is closed and advising to use the other.

It has been suggested that at approximately a mile in, parts of the tunnel walls are actually false, hiding spur roads deep underground. When the tunnels are officially closed, these unidentified vehicles are using these underground spur roads towards a destination that is still unclear.  Regular users have noted that at certain points, tyre marks appear to veer off the road and head into the wall.  These are most probably the points where the spur roads are and the wall is false, being drawn back out of the way for use when the public are not able to see what’s really going on.

Similar oddities can be seen by rail travellers once in the rail tunnel under the Mersey.  Careful observers looking out of the windows into the darkness will see additional points and spur lines apparently leading nowhere.  But are they truly leading nowhere?  Why would spur lines be needed inside a tunnel?

There are reasons why this was one of the first electrified railway tunnels in the country.  It’s because of the huge amount of extra trains that run through the night after the railway is closed to the public.

In the early 2000s questions were asked about the building work that appeared to be going on inside the Queensway Tunnel.  Some bright members of the public had observed the vehicles coming and going during the periods when the tunnel was supposed to be closed.  A cover story about how they were constructing seven large refuges within the tunnel was issued and temporarily satisfied and silenced the curious.

However, the evidence is unequivocal that something much much bigger and top secret is going on.  It’s something the public are not part of.  Something known about by only the elite and maybe the higher parts of inner Government or the military.

What is the secret beneath Liverpool?  It’s time we were told the truth.

Words are taking control

Words. Everywhere. They are trying to get us. To overwhelm us. To make us never forget them. Are we in danger? Yes we are.

See, ages ago words were trapped in books. We were safe. In fact, only a few people knew how to understand what the shapes that were words actually meant. Indeed, knowing the danger that words posed some with foresight collected books into piles and burned them. The words were destroyed; we were safe. What books there were were very small in number and the vast majority of the population were safe from their influence.

However, words took control and forced those whose minds were influenced to make sure that more and more generations would be able to read the words. Schools were invented and forced words down the throat of the innocents attending. As time moved on it became compulsory to learn how to read words. It still is today.

Poor schoolchildren just couldn’t escape the torment of words. Cruel tutors would force them to learn them and score them on how much they knew and understood. Society would begin to judge a person’s worth not on who they were or what they could do or say, but on their ability to read words.

Soon the words would seep into every home, delivered by newspapers. Relentlessly day after day they would appear. Next were billboards and street signs. Words everywhere. Television not content with delivering pictures and sounds would also have words.

Words leapt onto clothing, first discretely hiding on the inside, then working their way onto the outside. Words dominated clothing until no longer would people buy clothing with words on, they’d buy words with clothing attached.

Words would smother boxes containing food. Words everywhere. More and more words on the street, disguised as instructions, warnings, information, adverts. But, words nevertheless. It wasn’t long before the words took control. Clothing without words on it was rejected. Products without words would not be bought.

Words looked enviously at mobile phone technology. Pretty soon they made the leap, stifling and replacing the speaking that phones were designed for by becoming the norm but called ‘text’. Whatever the name, they were still words. Taking control. Taking over.

The ultimate success in the campaign from words is the internet. As you take in what I’m saying now, you must realise that the words have taken control. They are here. Going through your eyes. Into your brain. Overwhelming you. Taking control. Stopping you thinking. Making you a drone. No longer a free thinker. Too busy thinking about what the words have made you think. That’s why you won’t stop. You’ll take in more and more words but understand nothing and have no thoughts of your own.

Oh my god, they’ve killed Lidl!

Why do things change in such a confusing manner whilst staying the same?  WTF has happened to Lidl?  It’s done a Nestles.

Many years ago, Nestles was famously pronounced “Ness-ells”.  Millions of children knew the jingle especially when associated with the Milky Bar Kid. “The Milky Bars are on me” he’d declare ahead of the invisible choir singing the jolly phrase “Ness-ells Milky Bar”.

Suddenly and for no readily apparent reason “Ness-ells” became “Nezz-lay”.

Why?

Well, I suppose it was the French company (properly called “Nezz-lay” because they’re or were, erm, French?) finally dragging the Brits into the modern world where things can have a French accent without being scary.  Children, however, were traumatised and sales of Milky Bars dropped immediately in favour of Cadbury products.

Now, skipping through the era when strange things happened like the cleaning product ‘Jif’ inexplicably swapped the ‘J’ for a ‘C’ to become ‘Cif’, a bunch of Germans brought to Britain a strange and yet compelling down market grocery chain called ‘Lidl’.  This is the chain normally used by white people who live here but are not of English origin, or people who have little to no money.  It provides strangely named products, and packs of deliciously tasting reformatted cheese or is it ham or is it cheese or is it ham or is it the same product just randomly labelled cheese or ham depending on how the person sticking the labels on felt that day?  It’s very cheap and addictive.

Excitingly, amongst all the cheap groceries are strange and previously unseen electrical and other hardware type products, man-toys.  These are very cheap products too.  These products have man-magnets attached to them forcing men to buy them and forget about buying groceries.  I have dozens of LCD ‘weather stations’ listening to temperature probes outside in the garden but have never successfully returned with a bottle of milk.

Anyway, apart from not giving you carrier-bags for free, I’d never seen Lidl advertised on TV.  I’d assumed this too was part of the plan to keep the prices so low.

Suddenly, Lidl appeared in a string of ads on TV!  Wow!  Nothing wrong with that, it might attract more shoppers to try it.  No mention of the man-magnet toys though.  That would have clinched it for me had I not known of the man-toys already, but maybe it would have dragged thousands of new guys in to browse the man-toys.  A failing on the part of the advertising agency I mused!

The deep brown northern voice of whatshisname provided the voiceover for the commercial telling me how wonderful Lidl is, but, what?  What’s that he just said?

Oh my god!

Forever, ‘Lidl’ has been pronounced “Lid-ull”.  I don’t know anybody who pronounces it in any other way.  The people in the stores pronounce it “Lid-ull”.  There are even UK-Garage songs about Lidl that pronounce it “Lid-ull”.  But.  But.  But.

Whatshisname the voiceover man was calling it “Leed-awl”.

“LEED-AWL”????

“LEED-AWL”????      

When the feck did “Lid-ull” become “Leed-awl”?

Ok, I suppose it’s always been “Leed-awl” in Germany (pronounced “Deutschland”) because “leed” is how they pronounce “Lid” over there.  But why did they leave it for so long before telling us Brits we were saying it so wrongly?

I feel so very violated.

The only way I can get over this is to go into Lidl right now and…and…and buy a man-toy!

A Free Radio Voice ? The Dream And The Reality

(A guest article penned by Peter Moore)

Hi,

Chris raised the possibility some time ago when we were talking about the Global Warming con, of a network of illicit radio stations all fed from a central point. It certainly is a wonderful concept.

Both Chris and I had dabblings in unlicensed radio many years ago. Sadly, in most cases, the operators spent much time squabbling with each other, making it easy for the authorities to pick them off one by one. I always wondered what may have happened if all the operators had got together and structured a system where each one would go on air for a short while and then hand over to the next operator etc. The broadcasts would have lasted longer and detection would have been more difficult. But, it never happened.

Now we have much more technology, so let us see the dream scenario.

In all the major cities in the UK a transmitter is installed, tuned to a good clear AM channel. At a certain point, fed from a web stream, all these transmitters go on air.

The programmes consist of notable speakers talking about the issues of the day that the Government ignores, suppresses or skirts around. Issues such as Law and Order, Crime and Punishment, the collapse of our manufacturing, mining and fishing industries, health and safety madness, political correctness, immigration, overseas crime consortiums, health care, the creeping absorption of the UK in to Europe.

The messages are interspersed with rousing music. The speakers could be celebrities such as Jeremy Clarkson or columnists such as Richard Littlejohn, Quentin Letts etc etc.

Of course with Ofcom, the radio regulator, being a commercial organisation, the machinery for finding unlicensed stations is already creaking trying to catch the FM tower block pirates. It may take a while to start closing our AM network. Of course the broadcasts could say ’ If we go off air go to www.UKtruthandfreedom

This of course would have to be streamed from Argentina or some such and hidden behind proxy servers. So, it is all exciting stuff.

But….. It is illegal to listen to an unlicensed station and the public are frightened rabbits these days. Have you seen the vicious paperwork that gets sent by the TV Licensing authorities ?

Would the media publicise our Radio Freedom, or would someone have a series of ’ quiet words ’ with Editors and Programmers. The law that threatens ( for instance ) any media who publicise a marine pirate station with two years in jail is still in force. As for the notable broadcasters, how many would look at their employment contracts and decide that they could not take a chance. How many would be warned that they were part of a criminal conspiracy. How many would be reminded that they could be banned from conventional radio/TV for five years.

Then of course, the Government system is to smear the message and the messenger. How long would it be before allegations were made that these dreadful broadcasts were interfering with vital radio communications and that aircraft were crashing to the ground, ambulances were driving round in circles.

Would the legitimate user of our chosen frequency be persuaded to complain even if they were based ten thousand miles away. Would commercial operators either side of our frequency be ’ invited ’ to say that we were interfering with their signal.

Could it be suggested that we were terrorists, could a connection with the BNP be inferred. Could we be infiltrated with a high profile person who would bring the whole thing in to disrepute, like Robert Kilroy Silk in UKIP.

You have to remember the very popular and justified fuel protests of years ago. There was hardly a voice raised against it in spite of the major inconvenience. Devoid of any counter claim, what did the government do ? They decided that the pickets had used ’ intimidation’. They did not say who or where or who had intimidated who. They just let the opinion spread that the protesters were bad people. So nowr our fuel costs 10/15% more than even when the protests started and we just quietly pay up.

Of course if I say these days that I do not want to spend £100 filling up my car, the answer is that I should not be driving the car and that clearly I am a monster who wants to destroy the planet.

So, behind the dream is a depressing reality and I am concerned that I am actually stating why what is basically a good idea will not work. Part of this is experience I have gained over many years, but have I, like most of the population, been conditioned to feel that protest is pointless.

All I have to do is press a button and I can watch pretty girls skating in skimpy clothes. I can check my Lottery ticket, or see what is the latest with Jordan or Cheryl Cole and Ashley. Will Daisy Lowe or Lily Allen accidentally show a nipple on stage. Who will Amy Winehouse throw up over. Oh, there is so much comfortable distraction out there.

I used to wish that I had enough money to buy every house in the country a copy of  George Orwell’s Animal Farm and 1984. Now I fear that I am actually starting to love Big Brother, not the reality show, the one who watches you out of your TV.

When Churchill is a dog that sells insurance, what hope do we really have !

Discuss.

Peter Moore.

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Round and Round … but which way?

If you glance at this spinning lady you’ll at first see she’s a spinning lady going round and round in a continuous circle. However, by reading these words you are being empowered with a special ability that I’m loaning you! Yes, I’m allowing you the ability to make her spin the opposite way. Just look at her again and relax. Maybe focus on different parts of her body. Do whatever makes you comfortable. Then think about her spinning in a different direction. She will. Magic! Christopher England Magic!

Sprinkle when you tinkle

Moan moan moan. I’ve written before about women and their obsession with the toilet seat being up or down, as if they are the only of the sexes with rights over its position.

Some women are so obsessed with men and their use (or supposed mis-use) of toilets that in a work environment I’m aware of, the woman have banned men from what should be a unisex loo.

It’s taken me a good number of years to realise that in addition to their obsession with taking control over the loo, women have a misunderstanding of why men sometimes sprinkle when they tinkle.

Indeed, women don’t even realise that they themselves suffer from the same problem, such is their ignorance of how their wee comes out!

See, commonly women will say, “Can’t you aim straight?” unaware that the aim is completely irrelevant to the path the wee decides to take once leaving the body. As I said, this is true for both ladies and gentlemen. Ladies don’t realise this happens because they don’t watch themselves wee. Yet, their wee sprinkles out into the gap between the seat and the rim of the porcelain of the loo.

Ladies wee-sprinkle leaves this ’strange moisture’ on the underneath of the very seat they expect us men to put our fingers onto in order to lift up out of the way when it’s our turn to wee. Stale lady-wee under the finger-nails is not the nicest thing to have to walk around with, I can tell you.

Anyway, here are the facts that women don’t realise: The urethral orifice moves about and doesn’t always have a clean and circular nozzle to it to direct the wee straight forward. Likewise, there can be obstructions within the urethra itself which cause a swirl which means the wee doesn’t come out straight forward.

When this happens to a sitting woman she just sprinkles all over the place but it’s contained within the bowl and the lower part of her body (apart from the bits that get under the seat ready for a man to put his hand onto), some of it on her thighs and other parts of her ‘under-carriage’.

But, when this happens to a man, it can, to his horror, come out at any angle up to 90 degrees for a few moments. This can be the entire stream or a small sprinkley second stream. Obviously, as he’s standing, this can mean the wee flies off towards any part of the room apart from the toilet receptacle he is standing in front of. Yes, this can mean anywhere. However, it’s most noticed by whinging women when it ends up on the floor in front of the loo, or over the seat or other parts of the toilet. Lordy, they moan about putting their bare feet in our wee, don’t they? Sigh.

Yet, us men are far too polite to make a fuss about the salty fingernail problem they cause us, aren’t we?

The evil desecration of graves in Anfield Cemetery

Anfield Cemetery has some very old graves and gravestones alongside some from the more recently departed.  The older stones, as one might expect when the ground ‘settles’ (ie the coffin finally decays and the earth moves down half a metre or so to fill the space around the body previously occupied by air) are quite often lop-sided or have completely fallen over.  They tend to be left this way because nobody cares.

However, it is unusual in most cemeteries to see the more modern gravestones on their back, but Anfield Cemetery boasts quite a few.  Some even appear to show the signs of vandalism with bits missing or broken off.  This apparent desecration of gravestones appears to be quite acceptable in Anfield Cemetery, with nobody trying to clear things up or put things right.

Anfield, outside of the Cemetrary, is, like most of Liverpool, overrun with ugly dickheads who own ugly attack dogs (nobody owns ‘cute’ or friendly dogs for fear of being labelled ‘gay’).  For some reason these dickheads think it is perfectly acceptable to allow their dogs to foul the pavements.  They’ll even wait patiently watching them do it.  No attempt is ever made to “kerb your dog” as the old saying asked, so dogs will go right in the centre of the path, and the dickheads are certainly far too important to carry ‘pooper-scoopers’ and plastic bags in order to pick up and safely dispose of their dog waste.  The amount of dog shit on the pavements and consequently spreading disease over the shoes and ankles of most school-children is at epidemic proportions, with no journey possible without having to carefully step to avoid the mess.  The dog owners just don’t care, and nobody ever bothers to enforce local by-laws prosecuting the offenders for their anti-social behaviour.

Anfield Cemetery, like any of Anfield’s pavements, is also used as a dog toilet.  Dogs are disrespectfully walked alongside the gravestones and allowed to piss and shit at will.  Nobody cares.

Such is the disgusting level of disrespect and desecration of graves in Anfield Cemetery, that I passed one recently pushed-over fairly modern gravestone which had even had some fresh dog shit added to it.

Assuming the fact that the ‘new’ gravestone had been pushed over and that it had dog shit deposited on it were not both part of a single deliberate desecration, surely the ‘owner’ of the dog must have had some form of feeling that what he/she was allowing was in some way ‘wrong’?  Since no attempt to remove the excrement had been made, obviously not.  The dickhead felt there was nothing wrong with this picture!

What kind of depth have Liverpudlians reached when they think it’s ok to let their dogs foul over the gravestones of the recently departed?  How can these disgusting people just stand there allowing their dogs to do this?  How will the family or those left behind mourning the loss of their loved one feel about finding their last remaining marker to the life and times of their dear departed pushed over and covered in dog shit?

How completely wicked of the dog ‘owner’ to allow such a thing to happen.  These people have no concept of respect, and should be caught and sent to prison for their part in this evil act of desecration.