David Cameron has recently been embroiled in a scandal — something to do with having sex with dead pigs — or is it playing Scrabble with lemurs? (I haven’t bothered to read the reports outlining the specifics of the necro-bestial outrage.) As a nominal Englishman and known drug abuser, Cameron has every right to consort with wildlife as he chooses, so these stories are something of a red herring. (Now there’s a disturbing image.) In fact, they are redundant, since Thomas Paine penned the ultimate “animal” exposė of Cameron and his ugly ilk in the late 18th century.
First, Paine let us know he was talking about Cameron by describing him to a tee:
Men who look upon themselves born to reign, and others to obey, soon grow insolent; selected from the rest of mankind their minds are early poisoned by importance; and the world they act in differs so materially from the world at large, that they have but little opportunity of knowing its true interests, and when they succeed to the government are frequently the most ignorant and unfit of any throughout the dominions.
from Common Sense, by Thomas Paine, 1775-76.
Later, Paine drops the “A”- bomb description of Cameron’s like:
[The Monarchical system] is a system of mental levelling. It indiscriminately admits every species of character to the same authority. Vice and virtue, ignorance and wisdom, in short, every quality good or bad, is put on the same level. Kings succeed each other, not as rationals, but as animals. It signifies not what their mental or moral characters are. Can we then be surprised at the abject state of the human mind in monarchical countries, when the government itself is formed on such an abject levelling system?—It has no fixed character. [My bolding]
From, Rights of Man, by Thomas Paine, 1791
Paine was ostensibly indicting those wealthy half-wits who inherit their power through bloodlines — the Monarchy and their Aristocratic entourage — and who award power via cronyism. That would certainly apply to multi-millionaire Cameron, who clearly isn’t very bright, who is a descendent of King William IV and fifth cousin to our reigning monarch, who advocates cronyism as a job-creation tool, and who owes his power entirely to nepotism:
Conservative Central Office is reported to have received a telephone call on the morning of his interview in June 1988, from an unnamed male at Buckingham Palace, who said: “I understand you are to see David Cameron.
“I’ve tried everything I can to dissuade him from wasting his time on politics but I have failed. I am ringing to tell you that you are about to meet a truly remarkable young man.”
Mr Cameron says he did not know the call was being made or who made it, but it is sometimes held up by his opponents as an example of his gilded passage to the top.
And, as Paine’s bred-for-power “animals” are wont to do, Cameron married his own cousin even though, in the name of political peace, perhaps he should have married a closer cousin — alleged political opponent, Harriet Harman.
Apparently, with bloodlines connecting Cameron, his wife, Boris, Harriet, the Queen and Uncle Tom Cobley and all, and particularly in these days of closed-shop machine party politics, the highest political power remains a family business both nationally and internationally.
With all of this royal and inbred blood sloshing around our corridors of power, and the obvious disaster that this genetic monopoly of power has thus far brought to the UK and to the world — face it, guys, the world is a needlessly impoverished, bloody mess in which only those with corpuscular privilege thrive — you’d think that some enterprising non-blood would step up to the plate, and would run for and take office on the wave of a non-blood populist tide.
Well, one such might well do just that: his name is Nigel Farage.
Farage is often portrayed by a terrified establishment media as a fair-weather peasant, an upper-class twit who swills beer for the cameras, but secretly quaffs the finest grape in private. But a glance at his lineage reveals that he is an authentic descendent of a lowly working man:
Records show the [EU]sceptic’s great-grandfather Carl Schrod, who was born in 1864, was the child of German immigrant cabinet makers in London.
This happy accident of cosmopolitan birth renders Farage closer in culture, class and heritage to the UK’s working class — including its immigrant class — than even the bulk of the endless list of blooded, privileged Harman-esque twits in the Labour Party. Turns out, Farage is the only serious, contemporary and capable non-inbred contender for national power.
Parliament’s cynical fixed-term law means that Farage will likely have to wait until 2020 to realize his PM potential, by which time the EU-occupied UK might not even be holding general elections. On the other hand, all of us peasants who are sick and tired of being ruled by mentally and morally disfigured, self-interested and arrogant bloodlines, and not by competent, fairly elected leaders, could put the cat among the pigeons and override the fixed-term ploy.
First, we would vote to leave the EU. Cameron’s likely insistence that a “leave” referendum be re-run, Ireland-style, after accommodations were made to the “leave” camp, and/or his honouring of his promise to ignore a “leave” victory, might well generate enough public outcry among a generally pathetic UK electorate, that a general election would need to be held, fixed-terms notwithstanding.
This election would be held during a time in which, finally, the mainstream media — the most vehement protectors of their patron bloodlines — are starting to be shamed into saying something about the exclusion of the people from the people’s government. If that general election were to come about, then a vote for the Tory and Labour Parties — who we know would not honour a “leave” referendum result — would be akin to bonking a dead pig, something no self-respecting human would do.
This would leave only one other serious choice for those voters not in thrall to inbred people in high places: UKIP, led by Farage.