... kick that can-can can you ... ?

Game Over.
Bar the shouting.
And a little more fruitless can-can of debt-debt kick-kick.
Can't actually.
Those that have lived off and lorded over countless lives for so long long are finally failing, finally falling, fast and far.
Fkd they are.
Forgive my frustrated and forthright french, my fabulous friends and folks at home.
But what a mess they are making on the way down.
Oh, and and when they hit the solid ground of Reality... well, watch out.

They have been mercilessly, tirelessly wielding the wanton weapon of debt, sucking so successfully for so long on so many.
Along with their weapons of mass destruction and their weapons of mass distraction.
They know nothing else.
Well, they're about to learn.
Such is Life.
Let's forgive them, fully, friends.
Love them.
Then maybe they can finally let the fear finally go-go.

The Truth, is out there, in there and everywhere.
Their desperate, fading, creaking, cracking lies and clever, conniving cons increasingly coming clear.
The can they can-can only continue to kick-kick heavier, heavier, ever ever heavier.
Can't can't-can't kick that can-can can't kick that can-can forever ever-ever ...
Flogging a dead can.

Mr Tripras, and your colluding colleagues almost all of whom who voted for your astonishing about-face,
against the specifically requested and clearly expressed will of the poor, proud, put-upon, people who put you in power for the purpose of expressing said will.
What happened to you?
Treachery?
Traitor?
Compromised, blackmailed, bribed, bullied?
Or just lost and confused in a dark, hard place?
Whatever.
I try not to judge.
Your choices will bite you in the backside, beaten buddy.
Big time, bad time, and quick time.

Mr Farage.
I admire your clear words on independence and sovereignty.
And you mean them, I feel.
But what do you actually offer, sir?
A different subjugation to a different power is all.
You and your pay masters.
Meet the new big bank boss.
Same as the old big bank boss.
You talk only of the differences between us.
Never our Unity.

Politics means People.
But when we hear the word we think of Power.
Parties making their plays.
Playing their partisan games.
Our lives is the ball.
Their personal profit is their primary purpose.
Will we ever get reps who talk of The Love and The Light in us all?
In this system's set-up?
Hmmmm ... ?

Nattering with a neighbour.
He was in Greece on holiday.
Skint the whole time because the ATMs were on holiday too.
Get used to it, I said.
Its the greeks not paying taxes, he said.
Its a lie, I said.
Its the banks, I said.
He couldn't hear that.
The paper got there first.
And the Beeb.
Owned they are.
It was them over there they say, again and again.
Pointing while their pilfering perfidious pals pick our pockets, again and again.
Oldest trick in the book.
Get with it, brother.
At least he had a tan.

Right then.
Those of us that are aware and awake.
What's next?
Press Play for a New Game.

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Sorry sounding so shouty.
Not very discursive of me on this discussion board.
I just started writing and this is what came on out.
Tongue in cheek, dribble on keyboard.
My little temporary relative truth-telling.
I'm saying what I'm feeling from now on.
Can-can you tell-tell?
Oh do tell.

With Love, always, brothers and sisters, Love always.
Rich.