Comments by "The Phoenix Saga" (@The_Phoenix_Saga) on "BBC News Turns White Hand Into Black 🤔" video.

  1.  @anauthor1440  No, people buying into idea that voting someone into power was the worst thing to happen to Wales; as it was everywhere else. Labour and Tory - it doesn't matter; when drinking from the same poisoned water source, does it matter what colour cup you're drinking from?
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  2. As they say "You can't put an old head on young shoulders" as such, the young are easily manipulated through their feelings and when they feel like they know everything. Everything a power crazed lunatic depends on when it comes to convincing numbers to see things their way.
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  3.  @ASHEN_ONE_GAMES  Well with that I take you have no idea what I'm talking about - if you don't then why not just say so?
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  4.  @ASHEN_ONE_GAMES  Eddie Barzoon.
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  5.  @ASHEN_ONE_GAMES  prepare to be surprised.
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  6. It's what will happen to you and the rest of the country if people continue to sit back and do nothing. And if you think the vote will make a difference; think again. The system is rigged in the favor of the establishment and all the parties either adhere to its path or find themselves in obscurity. Worse still, whoever gets in thus then acts out; good or foul with the consent of ALL who voted - be it those who voted for each candidate or not; in favor of the voter or not. There's only one person who can give you your rights: YOU.
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  7.  @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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