Comments by "The Phoenix Saga" (@The_Phoenix_Saga) on "Tousi TV"
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@christineholloway8321 I've done so time and again on the matter with you, Christine. But I'll happily do so again.
Let's just say by some sheer fluke Reform get in - majority government with a whole new collective who have never been in politics or involved with those who have and the leader is made PM. He and the rest of the MPs are then sat down and told the following "Right, you are now officially government, but we're the ones who call the shots and we also decide the direction of the country" this being establishment including the monarchy, business enterprise, media and so on, who all answer to the likes of Klaus and his ilk.
It continues "With this said, we have a set plan of what we're going to do with the country and the rest of the world going forward, so you have a choice. You can either choose to play ball, do as you're told while putting up the facade with the opposition, made up of the same and take your slice.
Or you can choose to try and do things your way and, let's be honest - you saw what we did with Truss and what the Americans did with Trump. We will utterly destroy you in the minds of the people via the media and you will never see a job in anything meaningful ever again."
That's just those who aren't already affiliated with politics, those who are and are part of the main parties and the others including Reform and so forth - already know the score and they know the game is rigged and who their boss is. No matter who the country votes for, the government and opposition answer to the same master and it isn't the people who vote for them.
The vote is an utter con - built to keep people under control, drawn out so as to get as many people to legally sign permission for establishment to act as it pleases in their name - with a tick.
Get it yet, Christine - or does this reality check just not match up with the illusion you want to uphold by crying "Join Reform! Vote Reform!"
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@ASHEN_ONE_GAMES Eddie Barzoon is a fictional character from a film - he'd been nursed through two divorces, a rehab and a pregnant receptionist. Having lived his life in pursuit of his own impulsive direction, he finally died when he was mugged by two homeless men who wanted his watch that he refused even then to surrender.
Now how does that compare with the matter at hand? Because, paraphrasing the speech within that film to pertain to reality at hand - you watch Barzoon bounce around like a game; a wind up toy. Like 250 lbs of preverbrial greed on two feet - his own special creature.
We're in the next thousand years and take a good look at ole Eddie; because HE is the posterchild of this new millennium. People like him, like the majority you see, it's no surprise where they come from.
We live in a point of time where the human mind has been sharpened to the point that we can split the atom with the push of a button via a simple desire, we've built egos the size of cathedrals, fiber optically connected the entirety of mankind to every eager impulse. We take even the dullest and deluded of dreams and we drape them with money coloured fantasies, until each man and woman becomes in their own mind their own Emperor - their own god and where can we go from there?
And as we're each jumping through one delusional hoop to the next - who's keeping their eyes on those in a lazily elected place in power? As their powers expand, our rights traded for privileges that are just so quickly retracted; even the simplest objection to the status quo and narrative is met with stern constanation and mockery - and it just keeps going faster and faster.
You're not given chance to think, no time to prepare: it's "For your safety and the security of the future" when the reality is - there IS no future. We're all on a runaway train and just in the UK alone, we have 70 million plus Eddie Barzoons all towing into their 'future' - every one of them desperate, eager to stab even their near and dearest in the back, wipe their hands clean of the evidence before reaching out to their pristine, fibre optically connected device, to tote up their billable hours and brownie points.
And then it hits home: YOU'VE got to pay your own way Eddie - you're a little too late in the game to buy out now. With a belly too full, a body too sore and eyes bloodshot, you're crying out with what little air you can gather in your lungs for help but guess what? There's no one there!
You're all alone now Eddie - you've become your own "SPECIAL" little creature. And the irony being when the shit hits the fan, they'll blame everyone but themselves for having rolled the dice once too often. In the end we're letting ourselves down.
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