To the Tempo of Marching Feet!

The tighter the sound the less there is room to question. Or to slide in that wafer-thin element of doubt.

Highly pertinent to this, in whose cause do we 'march?' At whose decree? The term 'march' here being used figuratively. I write as more of a limper, myself.

Where we currently find ourselves, are we to respect or to fear those ranks of uniform? Those lines upon someone else's drawn-up map, do they shield upon our behalf, or against, at the behest of another? Are those rules delivered at an increasingly unaccountable State's bequest or that of 'our still' democratic system?

I believe that lobbyists far outnumbered members at the last Labour Party Conference. Splashing cash aplenty amongst the ranks of the annointed. Increasingly, membership is easily outnumbered, as members either flee or are hunted down by former Israeli spy, Assaf Kaplan, now operating within Starmer's cabal, trawling social media, Lord alone knows where else his talons may reach.

"What, nothing? Nothing by way of return from all those lobbyists?" we think. It has often been pointed out that Alt-Labour has no policies, or almost none, that leader Starmer spins like a cockerel in the breeze. Instead, follow the money and the direction is clear as day. Government in full sail, racing away from its citizens. To the Promised-but-never-delivered-Land!

Let us hope and pray that Your Party is soonest able to start repairing the damage, halting, for ever, the UK's ugliest chapter, 'our' nation has now sunk to culpable in an ongoing genocide! A situation unlikely to have ever been the democratic wish of its electorate. Not mine, for sure.

George Monbiot speaks far more eloquently than can I, upon the worries of governments determining who is to play the role of terrorist whilst shifting awkwardly and culpably behind the resultant and bloody shadows. Careful where you step, minister. Do not slip in all that infant blood, risk staining that gifted suit. Can the citizen, then, not any longer ask 'precisely what part is its government playing in support of the real terrorists...' whether they (culpable ministers) choose to label them (the actual terrorists) 'allies' or, worse, as 'friends.' "No friends of mine!" comes the rallying call. But, dare we any longer wave the 'wrong' flag whilst denouncing the Home-Foreign-Secretary-come-Prime-Minister? Any combination therein.

We learn now that YouTube has overtaken ITV in viewing figures amongst the young. We learn also that the BBC, a corporation many of us might have once taken to the streets to defend (Centre for Media Monitoring), has, in very short time, elected to shed that following... "In reverence to what?" we may well ask. Are we, any longer, even permitted to ask that question? 'Anti-Semitism!' the finger might point. 'Blood Libel!' those with a proven soft spot for actual genocide might shout. 'We have to point out that blah, blah, blah... the Corporation we wish we hadn't ever considered getting out of bed to protest for will bluster. No conversation may progress without a tip of the hat to 7th October 2023. Do not dare to reference the days, weeks, months, years, decades prior to this, lest you dip and tuck and nod and 'misstep' to the wrong beat! "How many infants snipered and blown apart today, in the defence of the only democracy in the Middle East?"- seriously? 'Democracy's' somebody else's label, not mine! One cannot be both an apartheid state and a democracy, doesn't work that way. "How many murdered at the hands of the most moral army in the world?" Again.

So, it's no longer really that, is it, no longer a just beat? Instead it has become a more angry tempo, the marching of another's jackboots. If Sir Keir Rodney Starmer, son of a simple toolmaker (almost Christ-like figure, really), UK Prime Miniter, wishes to wave 'recognition of statehood, something the rest of the globe takes for granted,' exploit it as the worst kind of ugly threat, then so be it- British Exceptionalism, Trump-styled.

There go your police forces, there go your ministers, there go the upper echelons of the BBC, there go the editors of the MSM, heads of the mightier corporations, CEOs of the utilities. Don't they look so smart in their garb?

Don't you dare to say that thought! Keep it locked tight in your skull, lest you too morph to terrorist. Young (including children) and/or old snatched from the street, international rights, in tatters where they so recently stood. That's how it 'works, ' Control the narrative, decide the boots. And, that, my friends, is using terrorism in order to suppress a nation. Welcome.