The Real Truth behind the Fabian Conspiracy

Telling it like it is for all and Sundry

The first thing that leaps to mind is the age old aphorism, that collectively they wish to see everyone riding to work on a Co-op bike with black painted rims (further explanation of this Daykinism, in the not too distant future).

  To modern-day youth postwar realism was lost, on the binge-drinking culture that appears to have developed in recent times, (as the brewers and dispensers of alcoholic boozer sought an ever wider clientele) and probably by-passed this generation, as they seek instant gratification. Though had it not been for what went before such a situation as exists today would never have been possible.

  So a few lines from the speech by the Tribune to Judah Ben Hur might be appropriate at this juncture:-

                ‘Where there is greatness, great government or power, even great feeling or compassion, error is also great. We progress and mature by fault, but Rome has said she is ready to join your life to hers in a great future,’ he told him.

  ‘Do not crucify yourself on shadows, such as old resentments or impossible loyalties. A grown man knows the world he lives in for what it is. For the present that world is Rome, I crossed the floor and spoke in friendship,’ he explained.

  ‘But when I go up those stairs I become the hand of Caesar, ready to crush all who challenge his authority. There are too many small men of envy and ambition, who try to disrupt the government of Rome. You have become a victor and a hero to these people if you stay where you are you will find yourself a part of this tragedy. Even for the sake of these past loyalties I cannot protect you from personal disaster. If you stay where you are, you are in great danger. Leave Judea, you have my warning!’

  Now as the dust settles over the political debacle of the past thirteen wasted years and we seek recovery mode and the opportunity to roll back the frontiers of this blatant attempt to dumb down an entire generation of wannabe celebs, the fallout proliferates as the chancers in our midst seek out opportunity to promote their narrow minded goals and denigrate those they lost out to in the eventual choice of a new generation of leaders.

  So in conclusion if we are ever as a nation, going to achieve the greatness which is our legacy from Victorian times, this is no time to allow the jellybellies in our midst to gain ascendancy. They have to put down with the ruthless articulation that the Iron Lady displayed in neutering the ambitions of the Welsh Windbag.

Here endeth the umpteenth lesson from the Tom Stack Academy of Reason and Responsibility.

Watch this space, I’ll be back.

So that’s awight then, now, where’s the biscuits? 

Tom.