And Then, Is This It...

   Is wot it, I hear you ask. This is wot I’m wondering wot with everything wot’s going on right now.
   So wot’ve we got? Nut Zero, word that one of they global control cabals is looking at the possibility of making the  ownership of private cars, petrol, diesel or lekky illegal by 2050, the end of all commercial flights and the invasion of our shores progressing a-pace to name but a phew and yet our streets are empty of protest and/or rebellion. Why? Could it be this?

   Picture taken two evenings ago of planes having pumping fun. Who knows wot they be pumping out?
   You know wot? I’m betting it’s some sort of gaseous pacifying product pumped-out to keep us underlings under quiet control. 
   Feeling the anger rising against those that would rule over us? Feel the need to hit the streets and vent your anger? Step outside and, whoa! Look at they contrails! You know wot? I feel calmer already.
   Think I’ll just watch Sponge Bob Square Pants on the televisual receiving device and have happy dreams of being electro-chipped, living in my allowed fifteen minute walking area and popping out to get some bugs for breakfast on my state controlled debit card. Happy daze a-coming.
   That is all from this old conspiracy nutter for today; bu-by.

Quote;  Ripper.

“Give a man a fish, and he can eat for a day.
Teach a man to fish, and he can feed himself for life.
Give the man someone else's fish, and he will vote for you.”