Like original communism, the velvet slurry causing the malaise which threatens to destroy civilisation, is a product of Western 'intellectuals', beavering feverishly away in their openly hidden lairs, using mind-tricks to tell us they can 'move along'.
To what am I referring?
The picture is of a pub near Leeds Market, called the 'Mason's Arms'; it is now a tattoo parlour, hasn't been a pub in years.
Free Masons are in decline. They were anti-communist. They were forced into the shadows, and so became a 'secret society'.
Thence to being a 'menace' was a short step. Their very reticence was their downfall.
So. Secret society eh? Stamped on. No more threat. Communism, eh? That all packed in. Just a ghost.
But the people who threatened to make communism real are still there. They haven't gone away. They were buttoned up by the tantrum society threw in the 80s, but they are just biding their time.
They still hold most of the cards.
What passes for a secret society these days?
No signals. Possibly a little recognition, like a dog smelling something. But even then no overt welcome. Just the quiet snicker of brotherhood, not a feeling of companionship as such, more a faint acknowledgement, an alliance in search of an enemy.
The enemy isn't all that hard to find. Once the brotherhood has honed its instincts in University, it learns to recognise the 'un-ness' of genuine ability.
The genuine ability that creates the things that these second raters spend years learning.
But who can be bothered with that, eh?
Such a drag.
So stop them inventing.
Stop them working.
Stop them...... living.
I am the enemy.
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