Bellingcat? Just a doing what’s right. Apparently.

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Mr Belllingcat, who seems, for a hobby to have created a world-class intelligence agency from his bedroom, claims the Roooooooskies are up to no good because he and his flock of web Angels have, through their own efforts, discovered an ongoing, broad and officially sanctioned “Russian Espionage Plot” to destabilise the West, particularly Great Britain.

Yes, really.

What, normally, only a State-funded secret service organisation, with a highly intelligent and trained workforce, operating multimillion pound highly sophisticated equipment, with a web of globally based agents working undercover, could discover, Mr Bellingcat has managed with the help of his gang of fellow geeks, a three-year-old laptop bought from Cashconverters,  with a budget for his group of 50p.

What a clever chap.

There has been no assistance from any Secret Service or Intelligence agency, no funding from George Soros or other elite NWO globalists.

Nope, nada, nil, nothing, not one iota or jot or indeed the tiniest tittle.

The Tory government, desperate to cling to power without a shred of ideology or policy has not and would never cook up a whole series of false flags to cook up a nice Cold War with Russia to keep YOU from thinking about the BREXIT, or the Transgender lunacy, or the crime sweeping our streets, or ongoing Pakistani Rape Gangs, or the poverty stalking many cities and towns of Great Britain. To suggest so would be a low thing to accuse the peace loving government of the British Isles of.

Yes, really.

However, it’s worth pointing out that anyone who claims to have done something similar to Mr Bellingcat, without anything than their own time and resources,  with reference to say the attacks on the World Trade Centre on 9/11, or perhaps the 7/7 London bombings, are described as lunatics, fantasists, and always seen by the Powers that Be as sinister/dangerous types. Keep that in mind, eh? 

Remember: we live in a time of Perpetual War for Perpetual Peace.

george“The war, therefore if we judge it by the standards of previous wars, is merely an imposture. It is like the battles between certain ruminant animals whose horns are incapable of hurting one another. But though it is unreal it is not meaningless. It eats up the surplus of consumable goods, and it helps to preserve the special mental atmosphere that the hierarchical society needs. War, it will be seen, is now a purely internal affair. In the past, the ruling groups of all countries, although they might recognize their common interest and therefore limit the destructiveness of war, did fight against one another, and the victor always plundered the vanquished. In our own day, they are not fighting against one another at all. The war is waged by each ruling group against its own subjects, and the object of the war is not to make or prevent conquests of territory, but to keep the structure of society intact. The very word “war,” therefore, has become misleading. It would probably be accurate to say that by becoming continuous war has ceased to exist. The peculiar pressure that is exerted on human beings between the Neolithic Age and the early twentieth century has disappeared and has been replaced by something quite different. The effect would be much the same if the three superstates, instead of fighting one another, should agree to live in perpetual peace, each inviolate within its own boundaries. For, in that case, each would still be a self-contained universe, freed forever from the sobering influence of external danger. A peace that was truly permanent would be the same as a permanent war. This–although the vast majority of Party members understand it only in a shallower sense–is the inner meaning of the Party slogan: WAR IS PEACE.”―

George Orwell, 1984

There is no real Conservative Party in the British Isles.

To the ordinary working man, the sort you would meet in any pub on Saturday night, Socialism does not mean much more than better wages and shorter hours and nobody bossing you about. To the more revolutionary type, the type who is a hunger-marcher and is blacklisted by employers, the word is a sort of rallying-cry against the forces of oppression, a vague threat of future violence.

George Orwell, The Road to Wigan Pier, 1937

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Tory Party official policy, apparently.

 

There is no opposition to Jeremy Corbyn and his Commissars of NuLab Momentum. They are going to roll into power, and it is going to become a literal hell on earth. If you can afford to get out – do so. If you can’t you’ll need to prepare, not only financially, but in stocks of necessary items, foodstuffs and things which, if one studies the ongoing socialist basket case nation, Venezuela, seem first to disappear off the shelves.

The winning of the war in Europe, May 1945, destroyed the formerly held ideology of the Conservative Party. The failure to win the Peace by Churchill – with a Landslide to the Atlee Labour Party – didn’t just wind the Tories, it crippled them.

They lost their nerve – only really fighting over a few tidbits about NHS organisation (such as the ongoing independence of General Practitioners for example). On none of the major issues was anything really fought.

Then – after four years of stagnation under a Churchill government in the first half of the fifties, the Tories rebranded themselves as a new party, forget all that terrible old past history. The Tories filled their ranks with technocrats, intellectuals, social critics, and liberal planners.

It rejected its belief in private property, self-reliance, or any kind of individual rights. It took the ideas of War Economy (or more properly – Lenin’s War Communism) and applied it to a society at peace with some vague notion of “common good” as it’s paltry excuse for out Marxisting the Marxist communists of the Labour Party.

It oversaw the ludicrous dash for ever-increasing numbers of council homes – the endgame of which were the brutalist tower blocks and low rise lunacy of present-day urban life in all of Great Britain’s major cities and towns from Glasgow to Portsmouth.

It became engrossed in Technocratic Managerialism – that the planners, scientists, professionals and politicians simply know better than you do how to live your life. They tore down what today would be many billions of perfectly good property, in the name of efficiency, to be replaced with endless inner ring roads, roundabouts and grand shopping centres. [see the footnote]

It disgorged the working class en mass from their homes to their newly provided technocratically planned, socially designed barrack estates, devoid of shops, pubs, entertainment, public transport and most importantly work.

The appalling reality is that Jeremy Corbyn is on the brink of power and the Tories have only themselves to blame. They have failed, and disappointed, and failed again. Their party itself is a dysfunctional shell. Few understand what it stands for. Many of its own voters don’t trust its motivations; even the Brexit vote, which ought to have been its greatest opportunity for 30 years, happened despite, rather than because of, the Tory machine and establishment.

In the absence of any distinctive philosophy – the days are long gone when its ideology was a fusion of Whiggism and Toryism, a creed capable of inspiring and enthusing – the party is a coalition of convenience, committed to power for the sake of it.

Mayite Tories thus market themselves as slightly better managerialists, mercenaries capable of implementing the fashionable nostrums of the moment – and also, because they have to, some version of Brexit, presumably adulterated beyond recognition. We, too, will cap prices to stop those nasty “profiteers”, the Government promises us, but it will be more sustainable than if Mr Corbyn does it; we, too, will put up taxes, but only because we care about the public finances; we, too, will ban and restrict and chide and scold, because that is what TV celebrities like Jamie Oliver are telling us to do.

Is it any wonder that nobody, but nobody, can muster any enthusiasm for such a sorry show? Fear of a Labour Party that wants to seize private property and cosy up to Iranian mullahs and anti-Semites, yes, there’s plenty of that, which explains why the parties are level‑pegging – but love or excitement for the Tory “vision”?

Nada. 

Daily Telegraph September 12th 2018

 

Thatcher was an aberration in this only for a few years, and not a particularly good one. She failed to recognise the Marxist contagion spreading through all levels of national, county and local government – Education, Health, Social Services – and did thus nothing about it.

And where has all of this stupidity from the Tories got us in the end? We face the reality of a dedicated, red in tooth and claw Communist in the shape of Jeremy Corbyn and his fellow revolutionaries on the very brink of power.

And that is, because, in the end, you cannot out Marxist the Marxists. They are willing to go two steps forward for every one of yours, are willing to arrest, imprison, and judicially execute whoever stands in their way. They are willing – in the end – to do what the NKVD did to the Polish military in 1939 – 40 – they are simply willing to kill on orders from a higher power.

You think these things can’t happen here? Corbyn’s colleagues have made the insanity they suffer from clear if you are willing to listen. If you’re stupid enough not to have heard them, you deserve everything that comes to pass.

They are going to have the opportunity to play out every cranky, idiotic, stupid, dangerous, violent fantasy they’ve ever indulged their mind in. Nothing that has gone before will prepare you for the re-education, the arrests, the book burning, the internet regulation, the property seizures, both individual and commercial, the extra-judicial executions on orders of the Party.  

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VERY IMPORTANT FOOTNOTE: 

There is a lie that what happened in terms of social engineering post WW2 was all necessary. In truth, it was nothing more than a vast redistribution of property from individuals to corporations. The introduction of the Town and Country Planning Act, 1947, amongst a blizzard of laws and regulations, was purposefully designed for this reason.

Until this point, specifically and purposefully, local authorities and central government were unable to speculate in land – meaning that they could not socially engineer either.  They were unable to purchase slum property, demolish it, and sell the land to the highest bidder – or indeed hand it free to private developers to do with as they choose. The former Law was such that, if you demolished a street because it was insanitary, or in a condition that made it dangerous to live in, it along with the houses around it could be bought up and pulled down – but the local authority HAD to replace, unit for unit room for room, the accommodation it has demolished, in exactly the same place.

Virtually every house in this condition – outside of Mining and Shipbuilding areas – had been demolished by 1940. Much of the orgy of destruction that attained after WW2 was for the purposes of social engineering and profit, for land speculators, motor manufacturers, construction companies and the new supermarket and out of town consumer corporations, nothing more. It was a social and economic disaster for the people of Great Britain.