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Those who actually control the country.. responsible for
manipulating the proliferating masses down the road of
mirages.. those faces are afraid.. quite evidently afraid, afraid
their wealth, their power, accrued rigorously over centuries, will
be snatched from them, their myriad armies of so heavily
armed, uniformed robots, their cameras, constantly alert,
constantly looking out.. to instantly apprehend, crush, another
Lenin ..or more distinctly, another Hitler.
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As said in book two, none of this tension, fear, if you
like, pervade the atmosphere of Romania.. Bucuresti is rather
tension free. Children play in the streets unmolested, old ladies
are able to walk their dogs any time, day or night, not forced to
be imprisoned in their own homes locked, barred and bolted.
Young women do not have to be escorted everywhere.
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Heard said “Little more than a deflection on Mr.
Clinton”s part of the Lewinsky affair”.. not quite “Helen of Troy”,
not up to such a standard, culture spelt with a K, how else?
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Obviously, the Romanian people, struggling from
beneath the clutches of one regime, have in all innocence,
fallen under another, believing the encouraging words,
promises and beatific, gentle smiles of Madeline Albright,
Robin Cook and a few other faces of the West… all bleating
out in unison ..
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In View of the Kosovo debacle, Hungary, now a
member of the much trumpeted, nevertheless, crooked
European Community, it would be reasonable to conclude
Romania will be bombed by NATO in the name of
democracy, unless she willingly gives up land the
Hungarians covet.
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It should be perhaps pointed out, now the smoke has
cleared.. Mr Milosevich attempted to stop the proliferation of
Muslims, breeding to the extent of not only destabilizing
Kosovo, but the Balkans.. He is too late.
The Balkans have been the tinder box on many
occasions, my exaggerated scenario being.. the Muslims and
the West fight it out. Russia, who has slept so far
apparently, (then the German’s fell for that one) waits the
opportune moment and strikes whoever remains standing.
Thirty years previous, Mr Enoch Powell voiced the
idea parallel to Mr Milosevich when England had been thrown
open to all who wished to go there, no Visa’s, no questions . At
the time the indigenous working population had control of their
own destiny, they were in a strong position to negotiate a high
living standard, almost independent… much to the extreme
annoyance, displeasure and anxiety of those in control of
Capital who decided to break this powerful labour market by
throwing the country open to mass immigration, smashing the
private labour sector, Mrs. Thatcher, the culmination of this
process, dealing the final, fatal blow by destroying all “State
Industries” ( industries which belong to the people ) last
bastions of organized labour.
First the striking miners obliterated with troops,
violence and humiliation. Then ! with slight sleight of hand and
a poker face, giving away to her friends and acquaintances,
the coal mines, transport, railways, gas, electricity and
anything else she could think of, effectively ending, the era of
Trade Unions and organized labour, attempting to conceal her
remarkable actions with the respectable, nevertheless quite
deceptive word “privatization”. Mrs. Thatcher, now in full swing,
unstoppable, irrepressible, became the founder of Global
Labour Exploitation and in a rare, quiet moment, over a bottle
of scotch, gave nodding assent to the Channel Tunnel. A
most remarkable, ruthless woman.
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Her final blow to those unfortunate enough to be poor,
to be diseducated was the selling off of Council Housing, a
faint chance of a home, a legacy from more enlightened days..
selling to anyone who wanted to buy, heavily discounted to
sitting tenants. Those clever enough capitalized. Thank her for
quite inadvertently getting Peter off the hook, would most
certainly not be sitting here saying my piece without that
legislation. No, not going back, don’t get excited.. a Romanian
Citizen, thank God. Quite possibly be dead now, London a
very dangerous place for old people, young, come to that.
Council House sales, most controversial, a strange
condescension to the poor, the only substantial piece of the
cake they ever had or ever will eat. End result is no chance
of a secure home, only the .. “select”. In the case of
Hounslow, which holds Heathrow airport, any such person
who gets off a plane without anywhere to live, must be given a
house “immediately” without regard to the homeless
indigenous population, a reward from the revolting rich, who
conspired to divide England, punish the proletariat, save
themselves, a conspiracy indeed…
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Hackney Borough Council have a further
implementation. A man with two wives must be given a house
with two kitchens…then Hackney is Middle England for Blacks.
Hackney, the poorest borough in Europe and having the
greatest race mix.
For a colourful “tourist” ride, take the 653 bus from
Tottenham Court road to Aldgate, it bisects Hackney.
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It is not possible to negotiate when there are people
squatting on the floor, waiting at the door… waiting to
take your job, without conditions, people who will eagerly
do it so much cheaper, not necessarily better, people from
Africa, India, Turkey, from anywhere, any conceivable
corner of the Planet, a vast army of the World’s
demanding, , unwanted, disenchanted, who clamored into
the country night and day to the aid, protection and at the
behest of money. No bloodshed, no bombs, , no outcry
which could not be suppressed at this, the greatest
invasion in the Country’s history, only the historic
phrase “Rivers of Blood” made in protest by Mr Powell
who was relentlessly put down by his own party, the
National Press, TV and the leaders of this sea of black
faces, this ragged army of invaders, who raged from the
temples and mosques.. shouting the new word “Racist”
at him and anyone else who opposed them and opposed
giving their own country away without a fight, anyone who
decided they object at being forced to live with other
cultures, sheep’s head, not fish and chips, anyone who
decides that black people, en masse, are intimidating, that
the black levers of power are humiliating by design. To
compound this, laws of silence are enforced with heavy
penalties for anyone who dare speak out….. No one
does… The Ethnic population has, by multiplication, and
infiltration, become very strong, strong enough to be in a
position to destabilize the vote in very many
constituencies, as with Ethnic Albanians, they now wish
for independence.. a Black Parliament on the cards.
White people must be politically correct when they speak
to or about black people.. a touch of subservience in their
“attitude” preferred. The “Race Relations” Tribunal
having huge powers and use them, able to take anyone to
the highest court in the land. England now gripped tight in
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the same turmoil as Kosovo, captured from within by a
writhing Trojan Horse.
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Mostly beyond peoples’ comprehension here as to
what is going on there.. Always the same remarks..
“How can this be? Are the English so stupid ?.. why
don’t they do something ? “
goodnight Elsie, Ta Ta …
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Raluka rang last night.. terrible state.. being the
recipient of one of my famous letters, she being the bird who
stole a flat from me here in Bucuresti.. concluding I would say
“Oh well “ as perhaps some men would.. wipe my mouth and
walk away, she is mistaken. Hardly feel there are so many
people on this Planet who can afford to take a blow such as
that.
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Back to Lambs Conduit street, the night with Glenna, a
situation to wynd its own inevitable course, okay, maybe a
variation..
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Maybe having suited her to keep quiet for so long, to
insist, she should have kept her mouth shut about this fact just
a little longer as I had to fallen into one of my nervous
breakdowns and she to kick me in the bollocks and out.
Nothing unusual, many men know what I am talking about ..
all still counting the cost.
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Remember quite distinctly, quietly laughing to myself,
how it tangled itself up, a bun fight in the snow. Hardly feel
like laughing about anything or anyone anymore.. maybe with
age has come a deeper perception ..maybe.. Hardly feel like
discussing the event, exposing people to the bone, never
really gone deeply into the tight, bare knuckle, bare flesh,
scenario. Never been guilty of that.
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To say I was surprised at this intruding face would be a
understatement, momentarily not recognizing the man
standing half in, half out of the green bedroom door, Had only
seen him once before, introduced to him in the pub. “The
Lamb” in Lambs Conduit street, a considerable time ago, a
very happy, smiling Susan at the time. She had made me
struggle through the throng, disregarding how I dislike pubs,
having spent a great deal of time standing out side every one
in Hackney during my childhood, interminable waiting for my
Mother and Father to come out. Remember quite clearly the
look of satisfaction on her face as she introduced this small
neat man with the goatee beard to me. “Jeffrey this is Peter…”
Her Ex husband, he, no doubt wondering what she had “got
hold of” this time.
Jeffrey stood in the doorway staring at the scene. Big
black Glenna and I tucked up in bed, one of the few occasion
in my life when I had been caught literally with my trousers
down, completely off guard the way Susan had lured him up
into the room. Quite obviously it was a “three in the bed and
the little one said” scenario. Maybe she wanted to punish him,
also one of the few moments in my life when I had been lost
for words, even feeling slightly put out for his sake, me feeling
something for someone other than myself..!?
A very brief visit, he quickly ran out in some disarray,
out down the stairs, heard the deep down street door go bang
behind him.
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