ENRON

ENRON
Monday, October 21, 2002…………

Fourteen months since the September 11th fiasco. .the fall out from that still continues. Capitalism collapsing fast. The rich long ago having taken other people's investments, pension money ….and run. Those who saved all their lives, in all trusting innocence for their old age, now rot in their old age for their naivete… …Nothing changes.

The punishment for those few caught in this great swindle, is at the worst, a couple of years in prison, at the best, some light work in society, or a fine. What is money to these creatures of the dark??? (Ruth will perhaps forgive me for saying this, but 95% of them, Jews) Hardly their money, they never slogged for it, went without for it, starved for it. Jews have always held this position right through the ages. Shakespeare had rather a great deal of comment on their behavior

Bush again conspiring with the Israeli's, his very powerful backers…. This time, he (they) after Iraq's oil… his excuse, the Israeli's excuse being, Iraq poses a "threat.." a cover up also for the out of control, downward spiraling economy. Unfortunately this conspiracy is all falling about his and the Zionists ears. Bush, his cohorts and his puppet Blair are the only people who want this precarious action. The Zionist's belatedly pulling back from their Palestinian occupation, knowing what conceivably is next to come, conceivably, also, with some trepidation.

As one of Bush's men remarked, rather unguardedly:

"If Saddam Hussein grew carrots in his back yard, no one would give a fuck"

Going to war is double edged bonus for Bush, a get out from a downward spiraling dollar and control of the Persian Gulf.. A jewel to be grasped…….His eyes from there can only be on World domination. His brain ostensibly not wishing to see Russia and China, who may conceivably object to his aspirations.

"Clinton went to war, bombing Yugoslavia as a get out for Lewinsky",

…….. Said this many times previously: For his deviousness, his destruction, his disregard for humanity, he has been awarded the Nobel peace prize…….. !! It does not need thinking about. As remarked in the Moscow times 20th Oct; 2002….."a booby prize", and booby's do not come any bigger than Clinton and the two B's. Unlikely the Yugoslavs have forgotten this incident, the treachery, never surprised if New York or London were blown away by these people. Bush rubbished on all fronts... but he, rather myopic and slightly stupid, unable to see from which way the wind is coming, or, indeed, which way it is going.


Today, Tuesday, October 22, 2002, he is starting to make placatory noises "I could consider not going to War…" As if he was Caesar. Not doubt, even a man with such an incredible thick head, has woken to the sheer weight of opposition to his policies and the deviousness of the deeply avaricious friends he keeps, those who put him in power, expensively keeping him there.

From my reasonably comfortable position here in Beller, after my slogging it out in London, feel safer than in the West, if "Safe" has ever been any of my considerations, but why stick your neck out?? Have been through one war and various other rather awkward situations. Why languish in London when quite conceivably, one could be killed for no fault of their own, simply attempting to scrape money to pay the bills, the tax man... and the mortgage… why hang about for that…….!! Or, as is now happening in Washington D. C. being indiscriminately killed by a sniper's bullet in the street. The score so far, is about 9 dead… simply ordinary people, minding their own business…. The only "threat" they ever knew, we ever knew… always constantly aware of, being:
"Where is the next dollar bill coming from?"

G.W. Bush, his intense desire for Iraqi oil, he, backed, up to the hilt by the powerful Zionist factor in American politics, is conceivably the greatest threat to World peace since Hitler.

It could be remarked how Jews always figure boldly in Global conflicts, past and pending. Obviously, he who pays the piper, calls the tune.

There have been some interesting revelations since Enron and the other major American companies who have simply disappeared ... with the money. Excesses far exceeding Roman orgies have been revealed. Only the very tip of that which did occur... enough to stir the masses, for them to lift their heads from the endless grindstone, to actually, momentarily, only momentarily, stop.… To think beyond the blur of striving for a existence, while the few "live" in a manner beyond their comprehension... where parties are held which cost millions of dollars, this in itself, not enough. The "Guests" are jetted and helicoptered to some remote tropical island. A fantasy World where champagne flows endlessly through the penis of a huge stone statue. Each guest given a small bag with a "present", hardly a bag of sweets and a orange … These bags contain jewelry, round the world air tickets and cruises on ocean going liners… Some people have been known, still in the state of "greed." their only motivation, consideration, to take two of these bags… Yet the masses remain sanguine, nothing can stir them sufficiently to rise up, realizing there is little or nothing they can do, however disproportionate their situation, only having to look about to see the reality.

The rich, the powerful, openly surrounded by myriad masses of men in black, who are ready, eager, paid, to kill anyone who dares to make a gesture of discontent, kill with the most deadly array of weapons known to mankind, chemical, mechanical, brutal and biological.


The prediction of George Orwell has long been in effect. The masses, since the end of the War, have imperceptibly been crushed, watched each moment of every day by Big Brother.. In London a person is photographed six times a day on average… simply going about their business.

Justice, always has been, always will be……….
The will of the stronger.
Call it "Democracy" sounds so much better.

A Twisted World

Regarding writing and books, long given up any thoughts of having this long diatribe “published” ..in the old terms..

When I first started writing, maybe thirty years ago, publishers were people who were treated with respect, as with the police, doctors, so many other institutions, most institutions are now a subject of mockery, when the Metropolitan police pay a black man $800 a day to “Teach” them how to behave towards the so called “minorities: then respect starts to cave in.. Respect…. a word which is no longer in the English heritage, as so many others. ………….Bravery, distinctly out.

Only very recently was a farmer jailed for life for shooting and wounding only, a persistent burglar. Insult to injury, this same criminal sits on the board deciding the farmer’s fate……… Alice in wonderland !!

Consideration, initiative, honor, such words no longer politically correct. Within fifty years, the country has changed beyond recognition, the past swept away faster than the rest of history put together, people themselves have changed.. the people today who attempt to recreate the past .. even just so far back as the war, fail, because they have had no experience, no conception of those times and cannot see that men were men then.. not simply pressurized, plastic, obedient numbers, under intense, constant, photographic surveillance, as they now are. …

A remarkable government achievement through planned manipulation and control…by the most insidious means….

Far exceeding anything George Orwell could have stretched his imagination to.

Hardly feel political with the old fervor, evident even to the biggest fool that whatever government, whatever faces are up front ..it will make not the slightest difference to the individual in the street .. Government now means “control “ whatever the implied political bias may be.
Unlike most , I have been in the position to simply sit and watch , at times with some amazement, some incredulity at the gullibility of people, exploited quite blatantly by those who call themselves politicians, I could give such beings another label, endless labels, starting with, egotists driven by greed.

Regardless, the masses still struggle on, still hounded by sex, money, and the propagation of the species, still toil to a dubious end, those that have work.

People still get “married” , not with the same conviction in the West, as in my time, then, a point between birth and death, now it is one occasion to get married , another occasion to get divorced, the female with one eye on the net gain. A domestic industry , if you like. Somewhere in the middle are the “children” .

Sit here now, alone, listen to the barking dogs, the stringent car alarms, sound of tires bouncing on cobblestones, the frequent squeal of brakes and the occasional bang of metal against metal. Hardly have to go down the winding spiral stair case and step outside to see the shouting, gesticulating, harassed, pressurized, population, going so very hurriedly about its business on this Tuesday morning. Not even have to close my eyes, can see it all quite clearly, the brilliant sunlight, high overhead, concrete just starting to warm up after the cool night air. ..Bucharest , in full swing.

The pressure not quite off Peter, even now. Still make my appearances in London, still chained in the unrelenting, hot steel box, but only very briefly, hardly feel capable of prolonged exposure to that any longer.. hardly wish to simply die at the steering wheel as my friends have done. Very recently one died quietly in a traffic jam on the corner of Piccadilly and Stratton Street, another found dead in his cab at the Royal Oak … thought he was asleep. Endless faces who have slipped away silently, unnoticed.. alone.. Empty chairs at the long tables , or strange, young, perhaps eager, new faces, showing their new, shiny badges.