Dear Tony Blair


14th July 2010.

Went VamaVeche on 8th July in tent which was swiftly swept away by the fiercest lightning storm I can recall, plus torrential rain’
In that comparatively short period a made some quite quick decisions.
First, it was the end of my tenting days.
Second, more profound , more in keeping with my endless surveillance of the creatures which crawl on this Planet, reinforcing all my firm convictions of existence, the sheer “terror” of reality.. the trap.. slavery.. imprisonment of all that which is presented as life.. in another guise. Women, children, love, marriage.. ”happiness” Nothing , no bigger deviation from the truth than that. Governments attempting to alleviate the pain, by “make believe” terror.. global warming.. football, a plethora of mass detraction, any means, cost, to prevent the realization surfacing. But, with instant communication suddenly available of all thoughts, no matter how puerile, a 21st century phenomenon no Government can yet control. The masses, now stirring, able to see the extent of control they are subject too. George Orwell’s theme on the subject, simply a shadow of “what is”. Tony Blair’s 10 years reign of terror unsurpassed in English history, as was his unique weapon of ”mass immigration”, which he used relentlessly to subject the population into cowering fear, afraid to open their mouths in any form of remonstration. All levels of society were exposed to this creatures determination of “control”. Blair and his henchmen formed a web comparable to both Hitler and Stalin . The three had a fixation about the individual and individuality.. it was to be eradicated by every and any means. Blair’s methods did not require concentration camps.. torture.. the crude aspects of totalitarianism. England itself has become a concentration camp, Immigrants quickly, willingly demolishing all the inherent structures of English society to the lowest possible price, the price of “existence…”

There was a twist to Tony and Cherie Blair’s “vision” She, the brains, saw what was coming, had to come, precisely, telling him to simply pack his bags, get the accumulated loot and quietly “leave”. No flags , no fanfare, no goodbye’s. A faint waive to a few “friends” very few. The country remaining in the hands of a unelected Roman Catholic, Scotch, thick head, oblivious, in his ambitious haste, to see he had been left holding the can. He huffed and he puffed frenetically his bleary way into extinction. A simple end for a simple man.


Tony Blair, enigmatic, impervious, flamboyant on the yachts and islands of the rich and oblivious, wakes, hot in the night, a kaleidoscope of thoughts…. a certain Dr Kelly…(post mortem to be kept secret for 70 years). The distractive war, ghosts of women, children and men dead in Afghanistan… the wreckage of England by his hand, strewn with the World’s Unwanted. The price still to be paid.
Blair paid them and is still paying them too come, such is his impetus. As with other men in history, he knows his destiny will have a harsh ending. Little good for him to turn to his “inner thoughts”.
Shakespeare would have demanded not only a pound of his flesh,
…………..but also the blood that went with it.

London .A city without identity.

A lost labyrinth of chaos, crime , corruption and indecision, the compressed population subjected to the most draconian laws since the Middle ages each myriad face surveyed constantly by 21 st century technology…Fear, apprehension and cameras stalk the streets …….the muttering retreats







Sunday, 24 August 2008

Italians welcome army on streets as anti-gipsy sentiment sweeps country

By Nick Meo in Rom
Last Updated: 11:28PM BST 09 Aug 2008 “Telegraph”

When soldiers arrived with submachine guns to fight crime last week outside Rome's Saxa Rubra metro station, residents of the quiet commuter suburb applauded and shouted "bravo".

Judging from the mood in the suburbs, the 3,000 soldiers deployed by Silvio Berlusconi have won the hearts and minds of the commuting classes "

It's great to see the army here," Luigi Cabras, 60, a civil servant, said with enthusiasm. "There used to be lots of petty stealing, but it's much better now. And the gipsies who were camped around here have gone, thank God."

The station is crime-plagued; a littering problem, pickpocketing, and car park break-ins, all blamed on gipsies from the squalid camp which used to be next to the station until bulldozers moved in a fortnight ago. But everybody knows why combat veterans from Afghanistan and Iraq have been deployed, the first time the army has been on the streets of Italy since anti-Mafia operations in the 1990s. Mr Cabras gestured towards a nearby field and shook his head sadly.

"Before things change, you have to have a dead body," he said. What he pointed at was the spot where an admiral's wife was raped and beaten to death in November, in one of Rome's most shocking murders for years.
Giovanna Reggiani, 47, a housewife and religious education teacher, was walking back to her car along a badly-lit road when she was attacked and murdered by an illegal immigrant from Romania.
The incident provoked a nationwide backlash against Italy's 150,000-strong gipsy community, which has seen them portrayed as one of the biggest threats to the Eternal City since the Barbarian invasions.
Gipsies, also known as Roma, have been in Italy for centuries, ever since their ancestors arrived as metalworkers and merchants from India. Many live in houses rather than itinerant camps and have intermarried with Italians, sending their children to school and integrating into society. But over the past decade, their numbers have almost doubled as poorer, uneducated gipsies arrived from Eastern Europe, some fleeing Balkan wars, others simply in search of a better life, creating additional strains with a host community that has never entirely accepted them. Saxa Rubra's white-collar workers are delighted to see the military fully-armed as they set off for work, without the fear of being raped, robbed.
Fabio Monaci, 25, who has been giving the soldiers discounts at his sandwich shop, feels much safer. "Crime is a real worry in Italy now," he said gravely as he poured an espresso. "But it won't be so bad if we get into a new era of discipline."
That is exactly what is promised by new prime minister Silvio Berlusconi, and Northern League allies on a wave of fear and perception of the problem about crime. Sending 3,000 troops to guard railway stations and tourist spots has been Mr Berlusconi's boldest move yet, and judging from the mood in the suburbs, the soldiers have won the hearts and minds of the commuting classes, after the murder of Mrs Reggiani, most Italians are pleased to see them. The killing was particularly shocking for Romans because their city is considered relatively safe by the standards of other European centres – there is nothing comparable to London's current knife crime epidemic, for example.
Mr Berlusconi declared a "Roma emergency", produced a disputed dossier of alleged immigrant muggings, robberies and murders, and promised to dismantle illegal gipsy camps. So far 700 have been identified. On the streets of northern Rome there are no reservations regarding the Government coming to terms with reality "All our problems come from immigrants getting drunk, smashing windows and stealing," said Anna Maria Mercure, who at 80 is old enough to remember an earlier era of Italian discipline. "Mussolini had his positive side. The streets were safe in his day." We need another man …..Berlusconi”.
The residents of the Rome suburb of Centocelle, a pleasant, tree-lined district of modest apartment blocks, finally lost patience last week with the gipsies in a local camp called Casalina 900, a miniature shanty town where rats and naked children run amid piles of half-burnt rubbish and beer bottles. These, gipsies who left the Balkans, have coexisted uncomfortably with their Italian neighbours for more than a decade, after arriving uninvited, unwanted and unwashed
This nervous, apprehensive, explosive, situation erupted last week when the migrants burnt old tyres instead of taking them to the dump, creating clouds of acrid black smoke. In the current political climate, it became the catalyst for a riot, with Centocelle's residents staging a demonstration in the middle of a major highway.
"I would kill them all," said Virginia Cristell, a mother in her 40s. " send them back from where they came, they are dirty and there are endless problems with burglary and thieving”. Soon her wish will come partly true. Rome's new Right-wing mayor, Gianni Alemanno, promised if they gave up their road protest he would get rid of the camp.
For these creatures of Casalino 900, the bulldozers will be another of life's frequent disasters. Afterwards they will scavenge what possessions they can and move off to some other patch of unoccupied land, hopefully in Bulgaria or Romania whose governments are accustomed to dealing with these people. The camp has been sealed off by police, a relief to civilized human beings. ************************************************************
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Tuesday, January 27, 2009



The European union is little more than a ingenious way of those in power allowing the free flow of cheap labour throughout Europe, accompanied by plenty of flag waving, plenty of shouting democracy and freedom. Certainly these laboring creatures are free ... free to work at the lowest subsistence level, undercutting the established work force in which ever country they flee too.. creating unrest and endless opportunities for the establishment to mouth platitudes, make promises while putting the proceeds or this plot into their deep pockets, the money to be flaunted in whichever way of displaying this wealth appeals to them … £1 million houses, a long line of horses, mistresses and Bentleys, anything that shows their personal superiority, all with a permanent, smug, contemptuous look on their public faces; knowing also, with almost undisguised satisfaction, that at any moment of every day there are a large number of alien people creeping into the woodwork legally or illegally. At Calais, there is and always will be a mass of the World’s unwanted, simply waiting for the guards to look the other way, they having been given the nod there is a demand for higher wages in England, which is rectified by simply opening the backs of lorries ….The French smile at the English naivety , doing all that is possible to help these people cross the Channel to claim “asylum” “benefits” and their “Human Rights” The French do not make France alluring for England bound beggars

There is nothing new in this situation. Throughout history, conquering nations have used the indigenous population as slaves. The “abolishment of slavery” was nothing more than a piece of paper. People are no longer flogged, branded to make them work, or used for personal gratification... The 21st century has more circumspect ways of intimidation. Watching people has become the first priority. Cameras concealed in every crevice, the police, a vast quasi military force, armed to the very teeth with the power to arrest anyone simply for looking the wrong way. The Establishment is terrified of the slightest uprising of those toiling for them; the slightest impediment which may hinder the accumulation of their wealth. The top 2% of the population now own 98% of the Worlds assets, which is not enough. They want the lot and will not sleep until they get it.

Orwell never saw this side of humanity, the stark greed... rather he saw people wanting “Control”, as with Blair. He never visualizing the dramatic results of his iron fisted grip on England, the deterioration of everything and everyone to the lowest common denominator, anyone, anyone at all, regardless, was not allowed to speak out, punished heavily in the “Courts of Law” with the threat of the word “racist” or refusing to be “politically correct” or for interfering with a person’s “Human Rights” all of these concepts being the manifestations of his wife, a barrister, who doubtlessly seeing the distinct financial gain to be made from these edicts, she, possibly the most dominant, grasping, vitriolic, vociferous woman in recent political history, without any doubt also being heavily backed by the Bush tentacles for whatever deep, political, financial motives that regime had decided on, which would account for her sheer confidence and her acrimonious contempt of everything and anyone who did not see the “situation” her way.



When she realized the deep depths of despair England had sunk into over the crushing of the individual and clearly seeing the impending financial pandemonium, the bureaucratic bludgeon being used indiscriminately at every level of society, the threats, the deliberately created overpopulation with the resulting reaction of the individual as rats in a trap, only then, struck by the stark realization, did she order the person she was married to, to pack his things and make the most impeccably timed discreet exit of any politician, taking with them their accumulated millions. A faint wave, farewell to a few friends, very few, simply leaving the country, no fluttering flags, no speeches, no anything, leaving England in the hands of a Roman Catholic Scotchman, unelected, unwanted .

The greed aspect has never openly manifested itself as in the 21st century ... Hitler had “cheap labour”... he paid nothing… but he, his party, or any other power throughout history, other than the Romans, did not have the open excesses of society now and the “disgusting excesses” as the lady said, of the West Indian sugar plant owners…which may have been the very seeds of 21st cent acceptance of greed as a God, or simply forget God and go for the money, which is about the way The United State and it’s ancillary, England, has gone.

There is the point that no one could do anything about it ... the working class chained in every conceivable way and always will be. In the “office” of the Adelaide Seaman’s Union there is a large beer stained poster showing a “Capitalist” dressed in black, waving a stick; the caption being an old one but the absolute truth.
“Workers of the World unite: you have nothing to lose but your chains”

Perhaps there is now some creeping unease in the Citadels of Brussels, London, Paris, (President Sarkozy, his current penchant for expensive, dominant females) Rome, all the rich European capitals… that as America has now gone Black ... Europe through it’s greed in letting in countless millions of black and coloured workers into Europe and given them the right to vote, there is now enough of them to vote decisively… vote all the other way... This aspect was never considered; never apparently occurred to the upper echelons; they, too busy dinning their secretaries, or their “personal trainers” buying the very latest extravaganza, the largest properties…..the biggest yachts, at the same time, breathlessly on their mobile telephones doing billions of pounds worth of “deals” which have no substance, no foundation, simply numbers on millions of computers. Enron being the first small tip of this grasp of greed. The repercussions of attempting to get a percentage of nothing has devastated the World.


Applegarth had such big ambitions. But the business model just collapsed when the credit crunch hit. Luckily for Applegarth, he walked away with a wheelbarrow of cash to ease the pain of his failure, and spent the summer playing cricket. (Guardian)
One or two did see a situation coming

The bottom line of this madness for money will culminate with minarets on Buckingham Palace, vast, black masses thronging the Mall, spilling into Trafalgar square, endlessly chanting ‘King Vaz the First” Not even a question mark as to this eventuality, not even as a long term view in the present economic chaos. Perfect time in history for Islam to make the move it has so long waited for, the physical annexation of England.

The Muslim conurbations in the peripheries will simply rise up. The plastic, plodding, beaten, obese, lethargic English will concede to Islam as it is the easy way out of a situation beyond Coronation Street, football and it’s strange moronic “heroes”.

There is no alternative for this fallen, disintegrated nation of once proud people. In the British Isles there is not another Churchill to step forward in this moment of crisis, no other voice to be heard, or more fundamentally, allowed to be heard, other than the painful, pious, platitudes from the supercilious entrenched rich who rule these Isles from their clubs in Mayfair and Pall Mall, not from the corridors of Westminster

The rest of Europe will intercede quite dramatically, the words of Enoch echoing along their inflamed streets “Rivers of Blood“.

As someone said quite recently…

“Time to emigrate”.

George Monbiot The Guardian 27th Jan 09;
It is fitting and unsurprising that the scene of the new scandal is the unelected second chamber, whose proper reform Blair and Brown have spent 12 years avoiding. The deregulation of the banks, the love affair with the neocons, the failure to tax the rich, “Peter Mandelson” ... is there any slithering cop-out that has not now returned to haunt this government?

The premise of Robert Harris's novel “The Ghost” - that Blair's premiership was the creation of a foreign intelligence service - is correct in spirit if not in substance.

For 12 years the British government has acted as an agent of other powers: the US; big business; big money; anything except the electorate.

It is hard now to believe that it was elected in a frenzy of hope very much like the excitement surrounding Barack Obama which will be short lived once it is realized that he too is possibly in the grip of “other forces”.

The English , over the last four decades, managed to have control taken from them by the Scottish people to the point where they control all pinnacles of power, however, while they are stuffing their bags full of loot in readiness to rush back North , knowing full well the English have stopped watching Coronation street and football… woken up rather late maybe and want them out, the situation does not end quite there, rather the reverse. Within the Capital and more emphatically in the periphery, Luton, Nottingham, Sheffield all such conurbations, Islam is deeply entrenched , but constrained, waiting for the moment for their multitudes to rise up, possibly as Gordon Brown hurriedly boards the last Express train 19.00 hrs Kings X to Edinburgh.

Islam, in it's turn, swiftly overpowering the remnants of the plastic, plodding English, but finding itself confronted by knife wielding, vast hordes of underworld thugs of all calibrations, who have no interest, conception, understanding of politics, religion… morality. "Nothing". Their sole purpose, pursuit, is violence for violence sake, a vicious, unnatural, mindless breed of creatures, unknown to these Isle in it's long history. A quite unexpected creation for the virulent left. Nihilism in a extreme never visualized. In effect making all previous imaginative or otherwise horror scenarios as a "bed time story", something once told by parents to their children to lull them peacefully asleep, before such practices were banned politically by dark people in dark places , none so secretive, so obscure, so totally committed to the destruction of England as Jack Straw, the only keyholder to room 102.

The politics of the left have broken England in every way, financially, physically, mentally, morally. The minions of the left, for whatever reason, have successfully conspired to bring all factors down to the lowest common denominator, with devastating results Their weapons were not obviously oppressive, a creeping paralysis of "free speech". Introduction of "Human Rights" and "Politically correct" procedures deviously brought in, with the emphasis being all one way… towards the endless flow of black people flooding into the country... The indigenous population incredibly accepted these dramatic changes, accepted that they were being watched, controlled by big brother night and day.. a strange resignation, despair? collapse, of a once proud people.

Future historians will ask the same question that is being asked at this moment… Why ?