Friday 15 June 2018

Let Her Go





Lyrics


Well, you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go

Only know you've been high when you're feeling low

Only hate the road when you're missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go
And you let her go

Only in the play when you've got a role.

Only miss your ladder when you're in a hole.
Only miss your calm when you lose control.

Only miss a shot when you go for goal.

Only need the dice when you want to roll.
Only miss your job when you're on the dole.
And you're on the dole.

Only need to stand when you are a foal. 

Only leave shit comments when you are a troll.
Only swim with fishes when you're in a shoal.

Only miss small coins when you pay the toll.

Only doubt life choices when you're on the pole. 
Only miss Nirvana when you are Dave Grohl.
But you're not Dave Grohl.

Only crave for soup when you lose your bowl.
Only miss the heat when you're burning coal.
Only thirst for Irish when they say ''ag ól"

Only spy on people when you are a mole.

Only keep on playing when you're on a roll.
Only want opinions when you take a poll.
"You like profiteroles?"

Only miss Gołąbki when you are a Pole.
Only miss a student when you call the roll.
Only scored 5 goals 'cause you're Andy Cole. 

Only need new shoes when you have no sole.

Only think of Motown when you want some soul.
Only miss the cod when you're eating sole.
Farmed fishing takes its toll.

Only like a mouse when you are a vole.

Only miss the things that the robbers stole.
Only missing Riga when you're playing zole.

Only miss your own shoes when you go to bowl.

Only buying books from a bibliopole.
Only joining Greenpeace 'cause you hug the bole. 
Even when it's cold 

Only New Orleans if it is creole.

Only being good 'cause you're on parole.
Only getting angry at this rigmarole. 

Only won the game with a trick bricole.

Only won the case with a loophole. 
Only getting heat from the fumarole. 
A dangerous fumarole...


Though it is not widely acknowledged, Passenger were greatly inspired by the poetry of my uncle.

Friday 8 June 2018

I put down the books and learned to depend on my historical compass. Here is why you should too.

Deny the Holocaust, you say? You foolish sheep! You'll eat anything they feed you, won't you? You know why the Thought Police have never come to arrest you? Because you never broke any of their laws. What I tell you next must be read as a whisper. Listen carefully; dangerous knowledge, no matter how true, must be communicated quietly and discreetly. Huddle in and listen closely to the disturbing truth: World War II never happened. 

That's right, Hitler's march across Europe, the millions slaughtered, the bombings, the Blitzkrieg, the rantings, the alliances struck, the arms manufactured, the invasions, and the counter invasions are all works of fiction. The mushroom cloud of Hiroshima had as much impact on history as an actual mushroom. The post-war iron curtain pulled over Eastern Europe was as big a happening as Winston Churchill pulling his curtains closed one evening. That's assuming he even existed, which is quite doubtful. He was certainly never Prime Minister. The man embarrassed himself in World War I, fell out of politics in the late 1920s, and then — somehow — pops up again in the late 1930s to become Britain's saviour. A little implausible, surely? And he then wins the Nobel Prize for Literature. Ask them what he won it for and they tell you that he got it for no particular book. What a story. 

And what about the American President, Franklin D. Roosevelt? He also returned from the wilderness to play the hero in both the Great Depression and the war. He served four terms, despite the American constitution specifying a two-term maximum. Even the progenitor of the office, George Washington himself, only served eight years. Roosevelt couldn't stand up — apparently — yet he is pictured upright on two legs at every speech he gave. Pull the other one.

Let's talk about the Blitz and the allied bombings. For such destructive acts, they seem to have left surprisingly few scars. London's old buildings still stand, as do all the splendours of Paris. Even the Berliner Dom and the Brandenburg Tor are still standing, as indubitable as they are irksome to Second World War theorists. Apparently, Dresden and Coventry were very badly bombed during the war, a very convenient fact given that few people visit them to witness the signs of conflict.

And, of course, those who bore witness to the war are now at an age where their memory is less reliable. In any case, they were children when it happened. I believed that Santa Claus brought me Christmas presents when I was a child, and look how true that turned out to be. 

Countless books have been written on the subject. They emphasise different causes for the war, different reasons why the Allies won, and different evaluations of the big players. There are artefacts, or so we are told, and statistics too, but they diverge on precise numbers. (How hard is it to just go out and count everything from an event that only happened 70-80 years ago?) All well and good, but demonstrative of nothing. I have Star Trek merchandise, memorabilia, fact files, and boxsets for each series, but I don't see the formation of the United Federation of Planets being taught in schools. You might counter that Star Trek occurs in the far future, but I would remind you that Khan Noonien Singh didn't conquer a quarter of the globe back in 1996, as Star Trek predicted. Well, unless you're one of those conspiracy nuts who believes that nonsense theory that 1996 was wiped from everyone's memory. (It's so obviously bullshit. HOW DO I REMEMBER SEASON 2 OF VOYAGER THEN??!) 

And who profits from all these lies and smoke screens? I'll tell you: the establishment. And who is that? Those who wield the real power, those who make the real decisions. And who is that? Those who undermine democracy by making self-interested decisions in the dark. And who is that? That is somewhat hard to say, as you would expect from a shadowy group. My best guess is that we are looking at the mad bureaucrats of the European Union. And who, specifically, is that? Who knows? The European Union is a gigantic, nebulous bureaucracy that nobody really understands. The heart of the decision making process lies somewhere between the commissioners, the parliament, the central bank, the various sovereign governments, the Common Agricultural Policy, the Euro, "Brussels", and the Greek bailout . So, really, it's impossible to tell. One might postulate that the bureaucracy has itself taken on a life of its own, lumbering on towards its inhuman goals. And who can say what bureaucracy actually means? It is difficult to define. Unless you speak French, it's hard enough to spell never mind understand. 

Anyway, the European Union is the prime suspect, as it benefited from the fabrication of the World War II story. The union emerged from post-war circumstances, supposedly as a means of ensuring war never broke out again in Europe. A simple trade agreement supposedly lost all control, but I believe it was by design. What is also certain is that these people want to regulate everything, from the shape of bananas to what currency is in your pocket. They make you comply with privacy directives and agricultural policies. They standardise products, try to harmonise tax bands, and ask for agreed immigration policy. They invade your very thoughts and feelings by disallowing racial and sexual discrimination against others. You can't say anything anymore; we're trapped in the oppressive bars of a plural society and protecting people's rights. Let me tell you, this clamping down of dissident thoughts through the mechanism of multicultural tolerance is nothing more than the Islamification of Europe. The liberal acceptance of others' thoughts and beliefs is surely a masterplan to allow immigrants from countries that have succumbed to at least two centuries of western innovation to come here and force us all into a caliphate. And when I finally get around to reading the Wikipedia page on Islam, I will then be able to tell you exactly what a caliphate is. That might take a while; using Wikipedia as a guide to a completely foreign subject is an arduous journey of link clicking, so I'm hesitant to get started.

In the meantime, I will continue to risk my life and freedom by freely publishing blogs and videos, and disseminating them unimpeded on an array of open, barely regulated mediums.   


Postscript: Other events in history that never occurred 



Mark Anthony was a real person (the English name gives it away)



The Ottomans had a powerful empire (I mean look at those hats) 


The Sputnik Project (the Commies couldn't get past the restrictions of their centralised bureaucracy, never mind the stratosphere of the planet)


The Scramble for Africa (Europeans knew about Africa for ages, why did they suddenly just decide to grab all of it at once?)


Richard Nixon was who he said he was (it's clearly a man with a mask)


The Egyptians built the pyramids (it's a pile of rubble)


Uncle Ben was an uncle (he had neither nieces nor nephews)