Category: Political

So much as time, Xmas fever and family demands permit, I will start adding some posts to the blog à propos the thoughts which I began to share on Saturday. We are, each of us, fellow soldiers in this Quiet War, and let’s never forget that the enemy is much better prepared than we have been. The first point which needs pressing home is the need for care in what we share and how we share it. Some two years back I heard a piece to camera from an American, Joe Corsi (pronounced Corzi), who seems to be on our page, having received a typically scathing report on ‘Wickedpedia’. (qv). He was telling us in no uncertain terms, that ‘every time we touch our keyboard, be it pc, laptop or smartphone, each action is recorded -‘ harvested ‘ he called it – in some vast subterranean’ barn’ where, he assured us, a digital ‘Doppelgänger’ is being created for every citizen using such devices. You will see on the ‘THREE RED DOTS’ post that I asked for personal contact details to be sent via snail mail: the above surveillance condition is the reason why this may become necessary, as our present ‘government’ is, even now, plotting to keep all the sheep penned in.. The more senior ones among us will recognize the title to this post as a parody from the dark days of WWII. The next quote to which I draw your attention is from Jean Monnet, on 30th April 1952, when, writing to a friend, he said “Europe’s nations should be guided towards a superstate without their citizens realising what is happening. This can be achieved by successive steps, each disguised as having an ‘economic’ benefit, but which will, slowly and irreversibly, lead to federation. ” It was in the following year that Harold Macmillan cheerfully reassured the nation that” we’ve never had it so good! “so, let’s not pretend that our entry, on 1st Jan 1973, by Heath, into the then EEA was merely a coincidence.. I hope that we, as tiny a squad as we presently are, will stay on the ‘qui vive’, and prepare to work under their radar: this will be a marathon, not a sprint, some of us may not see the finishing line, but younger souls must keep up the struggle against those whom I refer to as having hearts blacker than a witch’s hat. More later. Andrew L