Material Worth
Fooled you all again.Material “Worth”, Treacherous Trade Unions, and the Public’s licking of the Boots that Kick Them.
We are in the rudiments of a recession. Perfect timing, if you ask me. Let us now see how the materialistic public react when their I-pods and other gadgets need to be sold; when football matches, alcohol and drugs need to be sacrificed; and those 'heavenly' shopping trips for unneeded possessions are forced to a halt.
Let us see the reaction of the pitiful public when they lose their jobs but see foreigners still in work; let us see it finally register in their minds that, even though we are in a recession, politicians and their secretaries in the BBC are still claiming inflated wages; let us see their reaction to the millions of pounds being given to the sub-continent, Africa, and the E.U. while we struggle to pay doctors and nurses...
I could go on, but you get the point. I personally can't wait until those who have kept in power the corrupt and decadent Lib-Lab-Con regime finally reap what they have sown and are completely out of a job, out of pocket, desperate and afraid. The men who voted these idiotic mainstream parties will, after the economy crumbles, be sat at home, the baby crying, the wife terrified, and they'll be left with nothing to do apart from THINK.
He will sit there and muse. With the benefit of hindsight he will draw the conclusion that for the last decade or so he has been constantly and consistently lied to by the state and their scribes in the media. The thought at this stage will be terrifying: how, amidst the dream of capitalism, did it get so bad? How –and why– has the glorious state mistreated him and its people –the very people it is charged to represent and protect? Why, as the world’s fifth richest country, can we not feed, house and clothe our people properly? Why, with so much money in the country, are we cancelling major operations, employing superfluous NHS management staff, but our wards and hospitals are filthy and mismanaged?
He will think of all these things, but more forcefully he will think of their own position and of how foolish he has been in supporting a union and political party that holds him in contempt. Now he is out of a job he will realise the fundamental cause of immigration: to undercut the native workforce, thus enforcing down wages, curtailing the strength of the workforce, and setting man against man in the twisted system that needs well-oiled cogs in its machine; cheap but well-oiled –by the master (the state)– cogs that continually turn and never stop when something (exploitation of the workforce) is amiss in the engine. He will look to his union and ask himself the following uncomfortable and difficult questions:
Did my union voice its opposition to the invasion of foreign workers that are brought here to undercut MY wages?
NO.
Did it oppose the outsourcing of British jobs to the Sub-continent?
No.
Did my union ever redistribute MY membership money to the upkeep of British farming or any other British industry?
No.
Will my union ever stop using MY money to fund and enrich its political masters in the perverse Labour Party?
No.
Is my union (like them all) controlled by thuggish Communist agitators who use MY hard-earned cash to fund anti-British organisations yet will not fight for MY jobs? YES, unfortunately that is the case.
This man might then do well to make a strong and admirable decision to leave his union and join Solidarity –the ONLY pro-British union.
These thoughts will abound his mind and eat the man alive, crush him, and reduce him to confusion and desperation. But out of this ruin there is saving grace. Like the phoenix rising from the ashes the state will lose its grip on the people, and the people will again be free –free of mind and free action. No longer will they –as the realisation dawns on them– follow blindly those who have used, abused and mistreated them like master would his slave.
I could go on but I, like the GA, actively work to defend and save Britain, and I have consequently much to do.
I’ll leave you all with this thought that has brightened my day: your capitalist dream is almost over. Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice in its ruin for only now will you be truly free.
Fyrdist
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