For we have brought nothing into the world, and neither can we carry anything out. So, having food and clothing, we will be content with these things. [1 Timothy 6:7,8]
The financial collapse seems inevitable and the current 'Never-Here' Starmer regime is doing everything to make it worse; through incompetence, I believe. Surely it cannot be deliberate?
Sunak's answer to each and every problem was to throw £11bn at it, or so it seemed, so together Sunak/Starmer are destroying us. Now Starmer wants us to continue throwing non-existent money at Ukraine plus he thinks that British troops will agree and go there, when he demands. Fat chance.
The financially grossly incompetent and certifiable Sunak, followed by the totally destructive Starmer regime has provided the perfect recipe for disaster. To quote Private Frazer: We're doomed!
Oh, that I could disagree! The only element I'm puzzled over is whether our demise is deliberate or the natural consequence of aged institutions selecting mediocre personnel.
I believe Karma is natural and inevitable. Being a coward more than being vengeful, I'm doing my best to spread calm and kindness.
Wishing you a well-deserved good week after all of your invaluable hard work.
As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race,
I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place.
Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.
2
We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn
That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:
But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,
So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.
3
We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,
Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place,
But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome.
4
With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch,
They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch;
They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings;
So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.
5
When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace.
They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.
But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "Stick to the Devil you know."
6
On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life
(Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife)
Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "The Wages of Sin is Death."
7
In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;
But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "If you don't work you die."
8
Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew,
And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true
That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four–
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.
9
As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man
There are only four things certain since Social Progress began.
That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
And the burnt Fool's bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;
10
And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!
Thanks - beautiful - love conquers all :-)
@Protect & Survive
You do recognize the author?
No - and I can't guess - no idea Billy
Oh, snap. My age is showing again-
Here you go:
https://www.kiplingsociety.co.uk/poem/poems_copybook.htm
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The Conundrum of the Workshops
When the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden's green and gold,
Our father Adam sat under the Tree and scratched with a stick in the mould;
And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart,
Till the Devil whispered behind the leaves, "It's pretty, but is it Art?"
2
Wherefore he called to his wife, and fled to fashion his work anew–
The first of his race who cared a fig for the first, most dread review;
And he left his lore to the use of his sons–and that was a glorious gain
When the Devil chuckled "Is it Art?" in the ear of the branded Cain.
3
They fought and they talked in the North and the South, they talked and they fought in the West,
Till the waters rose on the pitiful land, and the poor Red Clay had rest–
Had rest till that dank blank-canvas dawn when the dove was preened to start,
And the Devil bubbled below the keel: "It's human, but is it Art?"
4
They builded a tower to shiver the sky and wrench the stars apart,
Till the Devil grunted behind the bricks: "It's striking, but is it Art?"
The stone was dropped at the quarry-side and the idle derrick swung,
While each man talked of the aims of Art, and each in an alien tongue.
5
The tale is as old as the Eden Tree–and new as the new-cut tooth–
For each man knows ere his lip-thatch grows he is master of Art and Truth;
And each man hears as the twilight nears, to the beat of his dying heart,
The Devil drum on the darkened pane: "You did it, but was it Art?"
6
We have learned to whittle the Eden Tree to the shape of a surplice-peg,
We have learned to bottle our parents twain in the yolk of an addled egg,
We know that the tail must wag the dog, for the horse is drawn by the cart;
But the Devil whoops, as he whooped of old: "It's clever, but is it Art?"
7
When the flicker of London sun falls faint on the Club-room's green and gold,
The sons of Adam sit them down and scratch with their pens in the mould–
They scratch with their pens in the mould of their graves, and the ink and the anguish start,
For the Devil mutters behind the leaves: "It's pretty, but is it Art?"
8
Now, if we could win to the Eden Tree where the Four Great Rivers flow,
And the Wreath of Eve is red on the turf as she left it long ago,
And if we could come when the sentry slept and softly scurry through,
By the favour of God we might know as much–as our father Adam knew!
The financial collapse seems inevitable and the current 'Never-Here' Starmer regime is doing everything to make it worse; through incompetence, I believe. Surely it cannot be deliberate?
Sunak's answer to each and every problem was to throw £11bn at it, or so it seemed, so together Sunak/Starmer are destroying us. Now Starmer wants us to continue throwing non-existent money at Ukraine plus he thinks that British troops will agree and go there, when he demands. Fat chance.
The financially grossly incompetent and certifiable Sunak, followed by the totally destructive Starmer regime has provided the perfect recipe for disaster. To quote Private Frazer: We're doomed!
"Surely it cannot be deliberate?" Yes, it can and is Greg. All part of a 100-year plan - "Out of Chaos, Order" - New World Order in this case. But the End Times are already here, except it's not a material battle, but a spiritual one. I hope this might clarify some aspects of our war against Satan: https://www.theburningplatform.com/2025/02/15/the-financial-jigsaw-part-2-39-chapter-9-psychology-of-totalitarianism-crazy-world-2000-23-oligarchy-global-tyranny-the-divine-spark-real-spirituality-jimmy-carter-02-15-25/
Blessings
AP
Thank you, AP!
Oh, that I could disagree! The only element I'm puzzled over is whether our demise is deliberate or the natural consequence of aged institutions selecting mediocre personnel.
I believe Karma is natural and inevitable. Being a coward more than being vengeful, I'm doing my best to spread calm and kindness.
Wishing you a well-deserved good week after all of your invaluable hard work.