Thursday, 29 October 2009

I love the New World Order.

I cannot wait for it to turn up.

No more fucking around with fiat money, no more restrictions on where you can go, who you can see, what you can think, what’s on your kebab, who you skewer.

No more wrinkled mental cases that seek to restrict your every move, seek every impediment to your peaceful existence, and seek to kill every beautiful thought you have or may have.

The end to the division of the whole of humanity.

I cannot wait to book myself onto a supra light ship and visit the stars, start my own off-world ferret run and dance in the galactic hot spots.

However I will not have any part of this clown’s NWO, no way, no how.

He can get to fuck, and if we just stop giving money to the organisations that he fronts for we’ll soon be rid of our parasite class of MPs, MEPs, Lords and Ladies, assorted Royal hangers on and the funny farm filling barph boaking waste of gametes that clog up our existence.

Starve them of our money and attention; make them obsolete to you and your loved one’s existence.

We’ve no money so stop spending it anywhere near a shop or enterprise that you do not personally know the owner of. Indeed start your own business the local poor, just like you, will flood to your door.

Boycott all banks, retailers, purveyors of distraction and deceit and get a life.

If eventually it comes to it, remember it will be their blood on our streets.

Keep the lists up to date.

Heads up.