Gordon Brown Adviser Says ‘City’ All-important – and ‘Rest of the Country Can be Turned Over to Tourism’
‘A report on defence spending quotes the “influential” official as telling union officials that manufacturing had “no value” but the financial sector had to be “supported at all costs”. “Only high-quality professional services, financial services and the City of London have any real value and they should be supported at all costs. The rest of the country can be turned over to tourism”.’
The Secret Government
‘A small number of extremely wealthy people, descendants of wealthy families in Europe and the U.S, own a major part of the material wealth of the world. This power is concentrated in London which is the centre of the world banking system. The control they exercise is kept within the original families and passed down from generation to generation. They are highly organised, operating in secret through a web of ‘private’ organisations.’
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Credo Mutwa getting death threats over Obama poem
 My great friend Credo Mutwa, the famed Zulu shaman in South Africa, tells me that he is receiving threats to his life from around the world over the poem posted on this Website, which he wrote ‘from spirit’ after seeing Barack Obama speaking on television. It is one thing to be totally scammed by the ludicrous Obama hype, but quite another to make threats to people for the crime of having an opinion that is different from yours. But, then, I guess, naivety and idiocy do often go together.
For those who haven’t seen the poem, here it is. Please circulate far and wide: An actor walks upon the floodlit stage of life wearing a mask of an angel beneath a demon’s gown. Pretence smiles upon the crowded hall of life holding out hope as bright as it is false. Son of a woman in whose veins flows the blood of ancient Ireland and dark Africa’s plains. You are Obama, nick-named the standing king You are Barack, oh, son born to deceive The suffering hoards of Africa look up to you, See a black saviour where nought but a Judas strides. An entrapper of nations, bringer of dismal war Behind the robes and the nylon wings of hope Oh, may those who look upon you, see you as you are. May those who hope in you behold you as you be A prince deceitful to bring down Africa’s shrines A siren who leads Africa’s ships onto rocks of obliteration. Your rule my lord will not be one of peace Your reign my king will not be one of smiles Even as we speak in caves both dark and dank Enraged fanatics plot your dark demise They will put around your head a bloodwet martyr’s crown. Oh black Kennedy following the one before May God forgive thee and thy fiery spouse As you walk in silence from the stage of life Barack Obama, blessed son, Oh standing king. |
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