Monday, 10 October 2011

Our Family Holiday- Greece 2011



I’m sitting here at the back of a bar with a swimming pool to my left, tables to my right, the TV ten meters away showing the Ben v’s Man U football match. 1-1 at the moment with fifteen minutes to go.
It’s the second night of our Greek holiday and everything couldn’t be more right.

Getting here was a mighty struggle. Waking everyone at three am was the easy part, taxi to Gatwick, plane to Zante and coach trip to Alykansas were the harder parts. 

Getting of the plane the heat hit us like a sledge hammer, or maybe a glass sliding door, would be a better metaphor?. Which was wonderful in it-self, but a hindrance having to carry six pieces of luggage to the coach and then off again to the apartment.
Within thirty minutes of arriving, we were in the pool and then in the crystal clear surf of the Ionian Sea.

(I got harrassed out of the sea by the hungry fishes nibbling at my dead flakes of skin on my foot. I should try and get used to it, and welcome it was a good way to clear my feet of the unsightly dead skin. But damn, those bites sure do hurt.)

We finished off our first day with an evening meal at Apollo’s Greek restaurant, down the main street. It was a really nice. It had been a long long journey and we were all very tired. 
With-in ten minutes of getting back to our apartment, Lewis and Lizzy were asleep and I was falling in and out of sleep while catching up with BBC world news on TV.

Karina took this opportunity to check out the local bar and get herself some smokes.

The high-light of our second has got to the the horse drawn ride to the Lemon-Tree restaurant. Famous as it is, with the tablets in between the many lemon trees making up the court yard. We (Karina and I), went crazy over the menus and ordered far too much. We ended up taking a salad, a bowl of olives and a bottle of wine back with us.
The journey back on the horse drawn carriage is worthy of mention because the old man at the reins invited Lizzy is join him up front. Karina freaked out with worry that she may fall off, and the old Greek guy just laughed at her concern.
We finished off the second night with Karina checking out the bars and everyone else fast asleep.

It’s a beautiful place. The sea is beautiful, the swimming pools wonderful and the scenery break-taking.

The good news is that we are two days in, twelve days to go. The bad news is the after two days, we’re three hundred pounds down.... But hey, it’s our holiday, isn’t it supposed to be that way? 

We are keeping the kids up later and later with each night. Last night they weren't in bed until after ten, which in itself is a record. 
I’ll tell you one thing though.... Lewie, as I call him affectionally, is one hell of a whinger. He doesn’t stop. He goes way over top. From morning to dusk, he’s whinging with the best. We haven’t had any rest. Especially getting into the water!

We enjoyed the best meal so far at a restaurant which name escapes me but which we will be visiting again. 

Our days are pretty much following a routine now. Karina often refers to British time. So much so that she has a clock on her bedside still showing it.

Lewis wakes us up about seven thirty Greek time, half five Mean-Time, and our day begins. We have a half and hour to forty five minutes rest-bite while Karina pacifies him with an early morning breast feed, but then it’s all systems go. A tea and coffee and breakfast. Lizzy is usually asleep through all this. She’s luckily enough to sleep in for as long as she wants. (Even after my best efforts to wake her up.)

After applying the sun-block and getting the swim suits on, I’m down the pool with the kids. Everyday so far Lewis has screamed like a girl while getting into the water. (Karina is more often than not somewhere else, doing something equally more important), so it’s left to me to deal with a screaming one year old and a demanding five year old. 

(I hope you can hear from my sarcasm that day after day of this wears thin with me.)

From one pool, we’ll go to another and then end up in the sea. After all of this and with Lewis still screaming at the feel of water coming up further than his knees, we are back to the apartment for Lewis’s late morning sleep. This allows Lizzy and I, to explore further afield, be it a stroll along the beach or out further in the sea. Going out further into sea is a laugh because it never gets deeper than your waist. You can be thirty meters out and the water comes up to your ankles. 
This will take us up to lunch-time, and once Lewis is up and we have changed into dry clothes we go off to the main street or along the beach front to find someone to eat.
A short lunch later, our favourite being humous and pitta bread, Tzatziki (yogurt mixed with cucumber, garlic and olive oil), chips and omelette, we’ll return to the apartment for Lewis’s afternoon nap. We’ll usually stay in doors during this time while the sun is at it’s hottest. Lizzy would watch a DVD on the laptop and I would moan for being in-doors while the sun is shining outside. I’ll more often than not, read or fall asleep. 
The evening is spent getting ready, clearing up and doing what-ever Karina orders me to do.
Then it’s off for the evening meal. In which we go a bit crazy with the menu, ordering more food we can eat and spending between forty to fifty squid...
There’s usually a play area in every restaurant around here and our meals usually involve me eating and Karina supervising the kids in the play ground, and then a turn-around, where I supervise and Karina eats. Karina eventually gets her boobs out to silence Lewis. But to be honest, eating and keeping the kids contained doesn’t mix. In fact it’s a total pain and something we’ve given up on. 
Then the dash back to the relative calmness of the apartment. Everyone has their bath and washes their teeth. Lewis is put to bed and Lizzy stays up late.
Over the weekend’s ’Thompson holidays’ flies in cabaret acts from the UK. The first weekend saw Shane Richie Jnr and Adel Murphy, sing their hearts out for our entertainment. 
This was the perfect opportunity to take Lizzy out while Lewis slept. 

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Lizzy saved my life today. I got into trouble at the deep end of the swimming pool.
“save me, save me somebody”, I said as my head went under the water. I was gasping for breathe and drowning.
Lizzy came to the rescue, not once but four times. 
Lizzy saved me.
She was cool and calm under pressure.
“tilt your head back dad”, she calmly instructed me.
“kick your legs and move your arms”, she said.
Her calm instructions saved me. She never panicked and was always in control.
May we never forget, Lizzy saved me. Lizzy my hero, Lizzy, oh wonderful Lizzy. 
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We managed to go on our first excursion since getting here. The long awaited boat ride to the ’Ship Wreck’ and the ’Blue Caves’.
As expected Lewis was a handful during the whole journey out, but slept like an angel during the journey back.
The ’Ship Wreak’ is a wreaked ship left on a fine stoned white beach, which everyone comes too. I wasn’t impressed, but Karina loved it.
After 50 minutes rest and frolicking in the waves, we all got back on the boat. There were about twenty of us, ranging from fat gorillas like myself, to mature Greek and Japanese women, to young fit American girls and equally gorgeous Italians. Lizzy and Lewis were he only kids aboard.
Next the ’Blue Caves’ where we all got to jump in a swim around. I went first then tagged with Karina for her turn. Karina and Lizzy went in together and were the last one’s out. They explored the caves inside and out.
Further along to another cave, where we all jumped in again and went cave exploring.
The journey began about 2pm and we were the last to be dropped out at 6pm.
A thoroughly enjoyable and satisfying adventure had by all.

It’s exactly a week since we’ve arrived and the heavens have opened, shouting and flashing.
We are sitting through our first Greek storm. I’m outside on the balcony writing this. Lewis is screaming inside having been abandoned to his cot for the late morning nap. No doubt the rumbles of thunder are keeping him awake. Lizzy is watching children’s tv, all about the virtues of living a good Christian life, according to the Bible. And Karina is no doubt fluttering around the apartment making sure everyone is all right.

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Tuesday 20th September 2011, I read Totally Killer by Greg Olear. A paper back book, lasting 274 pages. I give it 7/10 for goodness.
It wasn’t a worthless read, though it also never fulfilled my life in doing so. A book about a killing agency and a heroin called Taylor.
It did linger in my mind for a few days which is always a good sign of a good read.
Yeah sure, whatever.  
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After a week and a day we finally visited the capital of Zante island. Zakynthos. We got there by bus, and i’ve gotta tell yer. It was rough. 
Lizzy puked up on the journey there on the bus, while sitting on my knee. The only thing I had to catch it in was her summer hat. It was gross. Really gross.
Other than that Zakynthos is a wonderful place to visit. The old colonial buildings were mixed with the new 21st century buildings and a way that blended beautifully. Karina didn’t stop taking photographs, and Lewis wasn’t too bad actually.

Nearing the end of our holiday it was time to rent a car and explore at our leisure. 
Low and behold, driving around Zante island couldn’t have been more perilous and stressful as I could ever have imagined. 

The roads were narrow, the sides were nothing and the height was too high to look. It’s fair to say I was petrified. 
“keep your fears to yourself”, Karina would say to me as I yelped in terror as I drove along a dangerous curve, over-looking the island with a steer two hundred foot drop into the sea, only feet from me. 

Though we didn’t find a beautifully secluded beach. Even though it took a hundred steps down to get to it and a hundred steps up from it, it was well worth the effort. 

The church and restaurant at the top of the hill with it’s breathe taking scenery was also a huge high-light. But alas other than that the rest of the day was spent driving around the northern part of the island. 

It’s our last night and I find myself nursing a pint of the local beer called Mythos, while Karina is back at the apartment putting Lewis to bed having feed him. I’m here at the Dilemma Bar. Lizzy is playing happily with Phebe and i’m writing (or trying too, interrupted constantly by Lizzy and her friend). 
As expected Lizzy made friends with only days of the holiday left. KIA and Phebe.

Our bags are packed and we are ready to go. It’s our last night in sunny Greece. It’s been our first and best family holiday. I wonder where we’ll be next year?

The highlight for me has been the scenery. And of-course the hospitality of the Greek people. They are friendly beyond compare and the country they live reeks of myth, history and awe. It really has been an experience I’ll remember for a very long time. 

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On Tuesday 27th September, I finished reading ’Whiteout’ by James Swallow, a book from the Judge Dredd series. Paper back, 250 pages. 
It’s amazing how the author is able to engross me into the weird and wonderful world of Mega City 1, and make me care about the craziest which goes on. But amazingly, that’s exactly what it did.
I give it a whooping 9/10. And am looking forward to entering the amazing world of MC1 again very soon.  
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The holiday is over. We’re at home. Lizzy has been to school and it’s back to the old routine. 
The good news is that we brought the weather home with us. It’s sunshine all the way today and set to stay for the weekend. 

The camera has been backed up and the photos too. You will be able to see home videos of the holiday on taylorshomevideos YouTube channel.



Friday, 9 September 2011

My 9/11 Diary Entry



On September 11th 2001, I was in prison for a crime I did commit.
I wrote in my diary that day:


It was about 14.30 hrs when Staff Merry opened my cell door and told me something that made my jaw drop in astonishment and disbelief.
Two American Airliners had crashed into the Twin Towers of the World Trade Centres.
After rushing to the television, I was stunned to learn that not only was the hub of America’s financial infrastructure attacked, but the Pentagon too.
Three hijacked American Airline Commercial planes had been flown into the financial and military centres of the most powerful nation history has ever seen.
This was news that made my knees tremble. Never before had the world seen such an audious act of terrorism.
I watched stunned as the Twin Towers and the Pentagon bellowed smoke into the clear bright american sky of 9/11.
Then the second of the Twin Towers to be hit, came smashing to the ground. At first I thought another bomb had gone off at ground level. But all was made clear as the footage was rewound. The building fell in on itself.
The smoke and dust engulfed the surrounding buildings much like a tidal wave flowing through the streets.
Then the second tower joined the first. Two symbols of American's supremacy and might came crashing down to the ground. 110 stories collapsing to a rubble within half and hour of each other.
The Pentagon suffered the same fate. A section of it's pentagram defense wall collapsing to the ground in a blaze of fire.
All hell had broken loose on the streets of New York and Washington. Unconfirmed reports were flooding in that a car bomb had exploded outside a defense building in Washington, that a plane has crashed into Capital Hill, and that another hijacked plane was on route to the White House.
It was later confirmed that another commercial American Airliner had crashed into a Pennsylvanian field. Even now they are speculating as to whether it's just a coincidence or something more sinister. Only tomorrow's news will give us a clearer picture, for tonight America is living through it's second Pearl Harbour.
“A National tragedy,” said President Bush.
“The New Evil in our world today,” said Prime Minister Blair.
“Terrible Tragedies,” echoed President Putin.
“The most audious act of terrorism the world has ever seen,” summed up the world's press.
The blame has been pointed to the Middle East even before the dust settled. The most wanted terrorist has been named as Osama Bin Laden, leader of the Al Qaeda network based in the Taliban stronghold of Afghanistan.
Hamas denied any connection by saying “Our battle is on Palestinian ground, we aren't ready to take that battle further.”
Arafat the PLO Leader condemned the attacks and showed genuine sorrow to the American people, not that his own people shared his sentiments.
Jubilation was felt throughout the Islamic strongholds. Free sweets were being thrown to the kids in the streets of the Gaza strip.
The repercussions were swiftly felt in Europe. Prime Minister Tony Blair had to stop mid-flow through his speech at the TUC conference in Brighton and rushed to a hastily arranged emergency cabinet meeting [coded named COBRA] in London.
All transatlantic flights were cancelled. The European Parliament in Brussels was evaluated, world-wide stock markets closed, oil and gold price surged, airline and insurance prices plunged.
As expected America saw the worst repercussions. The White House, federal and other public buildings evacuated. All American and Canadian flights grounded, Manhattan cut off. Never before has America endured anything like it and that was only in response to the initial shock. Only tomorrow and the coming months would reveal the true repercussions to the world.
But for today it is safe to presume that nothing will be the same again.
A new world order is in the making, a united front of democratic nations against he states of Terrorism, (whoever they may be.)
A self-fulfilling prophecy of President Bush's making. Was it not mere months ago that he was warning the world a new kind of terrorism was threatening the peace of the free and democratic world? That we should be concerned enough to back his stance of reneging against the Nuclear Proliferation Treaty and Chemical & Biological Treaty and join with America in making a National Defense Mechanism regardless of the protests from China and Russia?
His dire warnings have come to fruition. The world is shocked, and will now stand up and take notice.
With the death toll yet to be determined, the consequences yet known, all we can do now is wait. Wait for the full story to be told, safe in the knowledge the end is far from over.
Only one thing is for sure, as Prime Minister Blair made clear, “We will eradicate this evil [Terrorism] from this world.” (Though who, what and how isn't clear.)
For this day will go down in history as the day it all started.

Tuesday, 6 September 2011

Are we as bad as our enemies?


We are all familiar with such well known lines as “Let he who is without sin, cast the first stone” and “Don’t throw stones at your neighbours, if your own windows are glass.”

It’s with these lines in mind, that I worry about Great Britain’s role in the world today.

Should we really be invading other sovereign nations by taking the higher moral line? I think not, considering our own moral record.

Of-course, the Libyan War is still fresh in every bodies mind. This is a perfect example of the point I want to make.

Western media have painted us a picture of Colonel Gaddafi as a mad-man. But how much is propaganda and how much is fact?

Let’s not forget, propaganda is as old as people, politics and religion. People with ideas will always want to persuade others about them and, if they have the power, they will pull every string they have to persuade everyone that their idea is the best idea.

So I put it to you, could a propaganda officer from an enemy state, paint as bad a picture of the British Establishment, as the British Establishment paints of them?

Or in other words, could our enemies convince the world that the dictatorial powers of the British Establishment and it’s suppression of it’s people, warrant an invasion of the British shores?

’Regime Change’ as it’s commonly called.

They only need bring up examples of what makes Great Britain a bad place to live, the abuses of power and it’s track record of human right infringements.

I expect the first example they’ll use against us, would be the miscarriages of justice dished out by London’s Metropolitan Police. The Guildford Four and the Birmingham Six, spring immediately to mind, two of many many more.

Our record in war would be seized upon. In the same way the British media paint our enemies as rapists, so too, will our enemies do the same.

With the British armies record of torture, murder and manslaughter, they could make a very good case against us.

As the West refers to Syria, Libya and Iran, amongst many, as state sponsors of terrorism. So too, those same nations refer to American and Great Britain as state sponsors of Israeli terrorism.

The war record of Israel is criminal. It’s a war crime against the Palestine people, reminiscent of Nazi’s war crimes against the Jews in the Second World War. The Gaza Stripe is nothing more than a huge concentrate camp. It’s treatment of the Palestine people is intolerable, and condemned across the world. The only reason it’s allowed to continue, is due to America’s support and it’s vetoes in the U.N.

Remember the story of the young Brazilian electrician, Jean Charles de Menezes, who was murdered in cold blood, on the London subway?

Immediately afterwards, the then Metropolitan Commissioner Sir Ian Blair, told a press conference, he fled from police, ignored police warnings and was about to trigger an explosive device. His version of events couldn’t be further from the truth.

Our enemies could argue that Jean Charles de Menezes was publicly executed in full view of the British public as a warning that discontent will not be tolerated.

(Conspiracy theorists speculate he was part of the 7/7 false flag terrorist attack and was about to tell his story to the media).

Far-fetched I know, but truth is often stranger than fiction. We have to remind ourselves that our police and intelligence services aren’t stupid. They are intelligent and well trained individuals, recruited from the brightest and most competent people in society. Someone doesn’t get shot seven times in the head, in full public view over a mistake.

I’ll say this again and again, dark forces are at work in Great Britain.

And while we are on the subject of 7/7, it needs to be acknowledged that a wealth of evidence suggests something more sinister than what we are officially being told, was at play on that fateful day.

(I urge you all to watch the 7/7 Ripple Effect.....)

Our nation’s obsession with CCTV’s should be evidence enough that the British people are under 24-7 surveillance. It’s fact that Britain has the most number of CCTV’s per person, in the world today. We should all be asking the question, why? Our enemies will easily answer, that the people are being spied on by a repressive and paranoid government, intent on stifling discontent and personal freedoms.

The corruption at the highest levels of our police, politics and media over the hacking scandal, demonstrates a complete lack of regard to the privacy of the people. With the resignations and sackings, let alone the untold scandal of the hundreds of thousands of British citizens legally hacked into by government agencies and councils, shows there is something bigger and more sinister, hiding out of sight.

I often thought that the ’something bigger and more sinister, hiding out of sight’ was one Mr. Alastair Campbell. But of-course I wouldn’t imply such a thing, due to the libel laws hovering over us all.

Though the names of David Kelly and Robin Cook, spring to mind when I think of him. David Kelly of-course is at the centre of many conspiracy theories, for calling into doubt the government’s ’45-minute-claim’ for going to war against Iraq. Robin Cook conveniently fell off a top of a mountain, silencing his objections of going to war and the truth behind the Al-Qaeda data-base.

How many other voices have been silenced by dark forces, to allow criminal government policy to prosper? Our enemies will say hundreds, if not thousands.

Just the act of going to war against Iraq, against the wishes of the British people, was based on lies, is testimony enough of their deceit and corruption.

As with Labour and Iraq, the Lib-Con coalition, have done the same with Libya.

The claim of invading Libya on humanitarian grounds, equals the lie of invading Iraq for weapons of mass destruction.

Following the 7000 plus, bombing raids and initial estimates coming in of 50,000 dead, the truth is clear as day: lies and deceit are alive and well at the heart of the British Establishment.

The detention without charge for 42 days, is a clear violation of a person’s human right. This is worthy of any dictatorial power from across the world. Government sanctioned kidnap in Great Britain, who would have believed it?

Do you remember at the 2005 Labour Party Conference at Brighton, when an old man was man-handled out of the auditorium for shouting "nonsense" as Foreign Secretary Jack Straw defended the Iraq policy. A fine example of squashing political discontent amongst the populace. Again, an 82-year-old man, shouting “nonsense” at a party conference, getting arrested under the Terrorism Act. Who would have believed it?

How can we forget the MP’s expenses scandal, robbing the tax-paying from under their noses and showing a total disregard for the public’s purse strings. ’One rule for us and another for them’, mentality is a sure sign of oppression.

And only recently the London riots. The trigger point being another public execution, can be spun as an up-rising of the people, fuelled with agent provocateurs, only to be punished with draconian prison sentences and a further dismantling of civil liberties.

I expect our enemies will spin these riots as ’Race Wars’, further building their case against us.

In 1999, following the death of Stephen Lawrence, (who was stabbed to death at a bus stop for being black), the Macpherson report concluded the Police were ’institutionally racist’.

Ten years on, a black person is 26 times more likely to be stopped and searched in England and Wales. So our enemies can claim; ’nothing has changed’.

As with the ’race divide’ in the UK, so there is a ’class divide’. In itself the British Establishment conjures up an image of Etonian educated toffs. The majority of the 2011 Lib-Con coalition government, are privately educated. The majority are also millionaires. The facts are clear. The ’class of a person’, in 21st century Great Britain, determines your stature in life. It’s a fact of life.

Having mentioned ’Racism’ and ’Classism’ in Great Britain, it’ll be unfair not to mention ’Sexism’ and ’Ageism’.

It’s been reported that it’ll take another 100 years, moving at the rate of the last 100 years, for women to equal the pay of men.

The nation’s old are as far pushed to the edges of society, as our the nation’s youth. Both spectrums have to deal with generalisations, marginalization and boredomization.

On top of all which comes a new development in the suppression of the British people. ’Thought Crime’. Did you know that people are being arrested for the thought of committing a crime, let alone physically committing it?

Remember the people rounded up on the morning of William and Kate’s, Royal Wedding? Carted off in a police van, just in-case they might go on and cause trouble later in the day.

Such style of policing would have been more at home in North Korea, Maoist China and Stalinist Russia.

As the Queen of England, Elizabeth II was alleged to have said to her Butler, “Dark forces are at work in this country,” and the most damning example of this is the ’unlawful killing’ of Princess Diana.

The most important piece of evidence which has never seen the inside of an evidence bag, is a hand written letter by Princess Diana, stating “My husband is planning 'an accident' in my car, brake failure and serious head injury in order to make the path clear for Charles to marry".

So as you can see, our enemies have plenty to use against us, plenty to seek a UN resolution to liberate the British people from the tyranny of the British Establishment.

My point is that it’s easy to paint the British political system in as harsh a light as the British media have painted the likes of Colonel Gaddafi and Saddam Hussain.

Perhaps the British Establishment shouldn’t be so quick to judge others, because one of these days, others will judge us and we will find us wanting.

What goes around comes around. The invasion of Great Britain may not be a matter of ’if’, but rather a matter of 'when'.


Saturday, 27 August 2011

What if the conspiracy theorists are right?

What would happen to the world, if the conspiracy theorists were proved to be right after all?

Right that aliens are real. Right that JFK was killed by the CIA. Right that the moon landings were faked, right that the Earth is hollow and right that the Pyramids were built with alien technology.

Surely, if it’s all true? Nothing would be the same again.

The people of world will wake up the next morning and say to their political leaders, “Come on then, show us the goodies.”

Let’s not forget that after World War Two, our political leaders promised us a brave new world. A world of futuristic cities, flying cars and utopian living. Clean and ever-lasting-energy, house-keeping robots, space travel and immortality.

A whole new world was about to open up to us. We had survived the wars and given our lives to save the world from the tyranny of fascism.

A world of technological wonder was to be our reward for giving our lives to win the wars.

But alas all we got was more war. More wars, death and destruction.

Even after the creation of the United Nation’s (who’s mandate was to ensure world wars never happened again.) We got the Cold War. In effect World War Three, with another name.

But I’m straying from the point.

Wars would cease forth-with if the people of the world knew war is nothing more than a money making scheme for an elite few.

People would take to the streets, converge on mass to Area 51, and other (so called) secret army bases around the world.

“Bring out the aliens, bring out the aliens”, the crowds would chant.

And with no choice but to submit to the people’s will, all the secrets hidden from view would be wheeled out into the bright sunshine of truth.

Interstellar galactic flight would become a reality for each and everyone of us. Groups of school children would visit the outer moons of Jupiter as part of their science projects. Trips to the outer reaches of the galaxy and onto the next, will be a tourist attraction open to all.

Aliens will be overnight sensations. We’ll see them on chat-shows, game-shows and talent-shows. We’ll see their faces on thousands of products, endorsing anything from breakfast cereals to insurance products.

They’ll walk amongst us, live amongst us and breed amongst us. In a stroke our society will intermix with species from the other end of the galaxy. We’ll learn from them and benefit from them. We’ll visit their home worlds and go for a spin in their space-ships.

The Earth’s collective mindset will shift to a new paradigm. No longer will we see ourselves as alone in this universe but instead as part of a galactic family, one of many in an universe of endless possibilities.

Airline’s around the world will go out of business. London to Sydney in two minutes will be a daily occurrence. All traditional forms of transport will be replaced will space-ships. There will be a space-ship on every street corner ready to take you where-ever you want. To the end of the street, the next town, the other end of the country, the other end of the world or far far beyond to the other end of the galaxy.

All traditional types of fuel will be made redundant. Oil, gas, electricity and nuclear power will be replaced with a zero-point-energy source hidden from humanity for so long.

Pharmaceutical companies will go bust, with new remedies and cures released free of charge. Immortality will be a step closer, for us all.

Money markets will collapse because the banking cartels would be exposed for what they really are, namely criminal organisations guilty of raping the worlds resources for their own evils ends.

No one would need money, when Star Trek style atom-materialises are sold in the shops. Say what you want and out it pops.

The Earth’s population will reduce in number. With the opening of a vast new frontier at Mankind’s disposal, millions will opt to travel through the stars to colonise new worlds, far far away.

The secret societies and hidden knowledge of the world will be opened wide for the benefit of all. The ancient wisdoms passed down from the age of King Solomon, will finally be free from the clutches of the few and into the hands of many.

World religions would shudder but will quickly turn the situation to their own advantage. God is universal, after all. Aliens would be reclassified as angels and God as an ancient astronaut. Erich Von Daniken would of-course have been proven right.

Other conspiracy theorists, like David Icke, chief amongst them, would be elevated to modern-day visionaries and prophets. The stigma and ridicule would be wiped clean and conveniently forgotten. They would be the new heroes of the day and be offered positions of world statesmanships.

But still, conspiracy theory would prevail. Millions of people simply wouldn’t believe what they see. Refusing to acknowledge the unfolding events, claiming it all to be fake. ’The water supplies have been contaminated with LSD’, ’It’s all holographic’, ’They are all actors wearing costumes’.

A reversal of mind-sets would happen in which everyone who were conspiracy theorists become mainstream and everyone who didn’t believe in conspiracy theory would become the new conspiracy theorists of the day.

The reputations of politicians and military leaders will be damaged beyond repair. These are the people who will be blamed for keeping the truth hidden for so long. Their roles in society will disappear all together. The people of the world simply won’t forgive and forget.

Their crimes, lies and cover-ups would be too much to bear. Forcing the world to endure pollution, war, poverty and crime, when it could have all been so different, is a crime too far for anyone to stomach.

There will be a world court, tasked with the duty of bringing justice to the persons responsible for the cover up.

The former president of America, George W Bush and Queen Elizabeth II of England, could be the first in the dock. Guilty of being Reptilian aliens as David Icke claims them to be.

Of-course conspiracy theorists aren’t viewed highly in today’s society. More often than not they are deemed as ’fruit-loops’ and ’loony-tunes’. Though I imagine they quite like the label of ’truth-seekers’.

They are commonly accused of being arrogant, relentless and blinkered in their thinking.

That they will always shout ’conspiracy’ even when the vast body of evidence says there isn’t. The conspiracy theorist would pin-point the smallest inconsistencies, blowing them up to discredit the over-whelming evidence that says other-wise.

They are accused of calling anyone who disagrees with their theories as part of the cover-up and unable to answer questions themselves, and incapable of providing the concrete evidence to support their own conspiracy theories.

They’ll simply say the evidence is there under our noses. You only need to scratch at the surface to reveal the cover-up below.

It’s a tough job being a conspiracy theorist in this day and age, but someone has got to do it! The world would certainly be a dull place without them.

In their defence it’s the media who generally demonise them and portray them as freaks. In my experience they are intelligence and clever people with logical and contrary opinions or theories, who represent the minority of people who are not afraid to speak out, defend their rights, and stand up to the injustice prevalent in our world.

The fact is too many people are telling their truths. It’s simply a matter of believing what they say or dismissing them as delusional liars, with no shame.

To believe or not to believe, this is the question or the 21st century.

But what if, just what if, they are right?

The world will never be the same again. It would have been turned up-side down and inside out, the effects of which would be felt in every area of life.

The world will adapt to this new reality. The dark ages, will be remembered with pain and distain. The mind will bury the memories in a room never to be opened again.

A brave new world would have finally dawned. The mind set free and equality for all.

This isn’t as far-fetched as it may seem. ’Disclosure’ as it’s called, could be days away.

Be prepared, don’t be scared. The truth is coming like a stampeding herd of buffalos. It’s going to knock you off your feet and run with you for a while, and once it drops you to the ground, you’ll never quite be the same again.

Nothing will be the same again.


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MAD Politics

MAD politics is a concept not many of us are familiar with, nor comfortable being discussed in mainstream politics. Madness is deemed undesirable by society and anyone who is mad is usually locked up in a padded cell for their own safety.

This is alarming considering one in four of us are reported to suffer from a mental illness once in our life-time. From that statistic alone, you would think there would be an asylum on every street corner, but no. The mad are treated within the community more and more. So, following this, it is only right to presume the mad make up a big percentage of the voters today?

Then there are those who don’t have a mental illness, but instead a difference of opinion to the more established thinking of the day.

“All politicians should be rounded up and shot”, could be a common line, heard up and down the UK, in any pub, on any given day.

“You’re mad mate, that would never happen”, would most probably be the reply.

Immediately, such a crazy thought is dismissed out of hand. And of-course it should be. The cold bloodied murder of 646 individuals should never be condoned.

But the point I want to make is that on BBC Newsnight, politicians may well discuss an invasion of a country, resulting in whole armies being killed and collateral damage on a massive scale.

Cold bloodied murder of thousands of innocent people, but yet madness is never mentioned.

The question the British people have to confront is:
What is mad?


The Monster Raving Looney Party is what people would usually associate with mad politics. I personally see it as more silly politics than mad. 


Ironically one of their policies made it into law. Passports for animals are now a reality.

The 2010 General Election in the UK saw a 65% voter turnout. Leaving a respectable 35% who didn’t bother. 


In our present system we have the choice of left and right. This is how our political choices are divided up and sold to us. The Conservatives take the right and Labour the left, with a collection of smaller parties taking up the rest. 


You get far left and far right. The farthest right you go, you come to the neo-fascists and the religious fundamentalists who believe the ’Rapture’ is imminent.

At the other end, you could come across the hippies who believe in UFO’s, ghosts and fairies.


The point I want to make is that perhaps it is these far spectrums of voters, which should be brought into the fold and given the attention they so obviously deserve.


Millions of people across the globe believe in imminent ’Rapture’ and just as many believe in UFO’s. With these beliefs come different political views and expectations of what society should be doing and how it should be doing it.


This is what mad politics is all about. Giving the mad the microphone, so they can speak loud and proud. Then and only then might we get into the realm of 99% voter turnouts. 


All the time the left, right and centre get their voices heard. But never once have I heard a madman or woman on the panel giving their political point of view. 


The 35% of people who didn’t vote in 2010, must have something to say. And no doubt it’s at logger heads with what the rest are saying.


I myself have a simple rule that seems to sum up my approach to political debate. I’ve found that everything our politicians say ’yes’ to, I say ’no’ to.


Amazingly this approach bears wisdom whenever it's used. You can bet your last pound that if a politician is telling you something is good for you, it really isn’t. And if something is bad for you, it really is good. Deeper research in anything they say, proves this point, time and time again.


For example let’s take a closer look at the perceived sanity of our politicians to date.


The number one waste of money that springs to mind is the billions spent on the nuclear deterrent which no-one has used or wants to use. In fact, the madness of it is spelt out for us all to see.
Mutually Assured Destruction (Em A Dee) is the one thing keeping us alive.


(Bear in mind I’m just picking examples out of the air here). 


Number two, the reason we went to war with Iraqi over weapons of mass destruction, was based on a conspiracy theory that they had weapons of mass destruction. 


Isn’t it madness in itself that governments should send soldiers to their deaths on a theory rather than fact?


Three... Paying people not to work in the form of benefits, often called unemployment benefit. 


No wonder people don’t want to work if the government gives them a benefit not too. Madness, but a bloody good perk if you can get it.


Four, I have to think now... Oh yes. Allowing a private consortium of banks to print the nation’s money supply, and borrowing that money from the banks at interest. This means that the government needs to tax its people to pay back the interest the banks demand, on the money the governments allowed them to print.

According to the UK National Debt figures, £43 Billion was paid in interest to the banks in 2010. Is it not madness that the countries entire income tax is spent on paying back the interest on the money we borrow from the banks, for allowing them to print our money in the first place?

Number five, now let me think....Arhhhh, Easy.

Sending our fitness, brightest and best men and women to war, with the real and present danger of getting them killed. Isn’t it madness to spend billions on death and destruction, when we would get more for our money, if it was rather spent on life and reconstruction?

Isn’t it best to talk to your enemy and become friends, rather than kill your enemy and create more enemies for generations to come?

There you go, five examples plucked from the air, of the madness we presently have to endure under the guise of so called sanity.

Dig deeper and I bet you too can pluck five examples from the air, of the madness our politicians make us bare.

If we are going to call a spade a digging implement or a carrot an orange edible vegetable, then so be it. Our politicians have won the battle of our minds to dictate their will over ours. But if you want to call a spade a spade and a carrot a carrot, then perhaps, just perhaps, we all have to go be a bit more mad, to stand up to the so called sanity we are being force feed every day.

This world really is topsy-turvy and perhaps a dose of madness will turn it the right way round.

So, how about it everyone? Don’t you think it’s time madness gets its chance to voice its political point of view?

You may come to the conclusion that madness is the refreshing change our country needs, as we tackle the 21st century.

I’m MAD, are you?


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