Very wealthy conservatives will not retire

Conservative bastards have enough money to retire.  For each, a lifetime of exploitation, of theft, of corruption, of accessory to murder and of arrogant, charmless, ugly contempt for humanity brought wealth that exceeds hugely all comfort requirements.  On a tax haven island or in the arsehole of Oxfordshire they could spend their time getting drunk, reading Tatler and brushing horses. 

Rupert Murdoch (90), Norman Tebbit (90), Andrew Neil (71), Frederick Barclay (86), Donald Trump (74), Charles Koch (85) and Maurice Saatchi (74) are among old conservative filth whose maleficent actions and words continue to destroy livelihoods and lives worldwide.    

If the less aged bastards consider themselves too young to retire they do not need to grab more wealth.  David Cameron, Ivanka Trump, Chris Odey, Grover Norquist, Duke Of Westminster, Jeff Bezos, Denise Coates, John Malone and all ultra-exploitation business people and many ex-politicians, the latter trousering decades of “donations” and “consultancy fees” for services rendered, do not want to step away from rampant exploitation, corruption and greed.

In the inverted philosophy of conservative bastardry it is a question of honour to never pause or cease.  Hatred is their deity.  Cruelty is their nectar.  Suffering is their adrenalin.  Their anti-souls would wither if they terminated their destruction because cessation would be a nod to the existence of other lives and they will not admit that anyone else deserves a life.  Their persistence is a psychosis, a disease, a manifestation of anti-humanity.  It is impossible for them to belay their atrocities; it would be out of character.

Leaving the world of destroyers is difficult.  It is tricky to extricate from intertwined business relationships, shared “ownership” of property and land and multi-layered, intersected leverage and indebtedness.  Favours are owed to associates.  Banks need constant income from “investments” and credit.  Protagonists distrust each other; if any stopped, however much apparent “wealth” they had, they would be viewed immediately as potential enemies and could be wiped out. 

The bastards’ key motivation to keep at it is that they enjoy it.  They are hooked on the addictive pleasure of winning, of beating others down and of celebrating success for themselves.  Emancipated hungry people, evictions, exhausted workers and badly beaten protesters are fixes for the addicts as are piles of dead bodies in deserts and drowned souls in the sea. 

Market gambling, currency gambling, buying and selling businesses carelessly, venture and vulture capitalism, and endless availability of credit are thrilling climaxes in the hedonistic orgy of free market racketeering.  Attendees at the orgy are never satiated.  They always want more highs and more ejaculations.  Risk and recklessness are domineering features of their strategy because it is never their livelihoods or wealth that are risked: If they win, they keep the rewards; if they lose, others pay.  They experience the ecstacy of gambling without the fear of losing. 

Power is a exhilarating drug for the bastards: Power to control and destroy lives, power to manipulate elected politicians, power to direct propaganda in the media.  They are pretend gods playing out fantasies learnt at expensive private schools.  The power they were educated to gorge upon is so intoxicating that all human sensibilities are stifled to the point at which the bastards fail to remember they are part of the same species as those whose lives they crush.

Deaths of individual bastards change little.  Recent departures of, for example, David Barclay and David Koch caused a few ripples of uncertainty but did not disrupt the machine of exploitation.  New recruits emerge regularly, fully formed and ready to go.  Networks of facilitating high fees schools, most notably Eton College, and selected university departments funded by existing bastards, including at Harvard, LSE and UCL, create members of various branches required to enact and/or support the system of concentration of wealth.

Conservative bastardry will not cease.  It perpetuates itself and cannot be regulated.  Its elements cannot be reasoned with and they are incapable of being reformed.  Like any disease, worldwide vaccination is needed alongside destruction of the sources, followed by constant vigilance to ensure there will be no re-emergence.

Very wealthy conservatives will not retire

Good mourning

The death of British head of state’s ninety-nine year old spouse was not a shock given his age and poor health. 

A reasonable media response would have been reports on TV, radio and in newspapers, a TV programme or two on his long life, followed later by TV and radio coverage of his funeral.  What the public were subjected to was the above multiplied a hundred-fold in volume and in tone with absence of substance and of balance.

On the day of the announcement of the royal death repeated reports and reaction were reasonable on Sky News and BBC News channels.  A few extended news reports may have been acceptable on ITV1 but not cancellation of all programming for hours; ITV1 is not a ‘news channel.’ 

BBC went further than ridiculous volume: It cancelled the entirety of its programming on TV and radio.  BBC1 and BBC2 were replaced by exactly the same output as BBC News, BBC4 was suspended, and all music radio stations were replaced by news channels that focussed on looped reports, faux documentaries and banal commentary.

Endless ultra-lightweight tone of presentation on TV, riddled with bizarre claims about the dead royal as if he was almost a superhuman or a deity, sought to induce catatonia in the intellect of the public.  Broadcasters decided to treat viewers and listeners like three-year-olds; the latter receive more highly-developed cerebral challenge from Pengu and Teletubbies.

The broadcasters’ tone enforced an assumption that all viewers and listeners were in a stupor of grief mixed eclectically with giddiness.  It did not match the identity of the deceased who was someone born into undeserved privilege, who lived within privilege and who never said or did anything not banal.  The was a huge chasm between how he was depicted and what he actually was.  Presenters, reporters and guests appeared to have removed the parts of their brains that operated normal adult analyses, communication and reason.

Propaganda, PR and marketing are designed to (mis)direct, distract, obfuscate and to fool their targets.  Governments and their supportive bodies use those tools relentlessly without pause.  The royal’s death gave broadcasters and newspapers a spurious opportunity to eschew any pretence of offering balance and totality of information and to focus maniacally on the severely blinkered sell. 

The dead royal was known for “casual” racism.  Rather than remind the public of his racist comments there was constant use in the media of the word “gaffe” accompanied by laughter.

BBC presenter laughs at anecdote of royal racism

Normalisation of racism was endemic on the day of his death.

One of the dictionary definitions of ‘cult’ is

Obsessive, especially faddish, devotion to or veneration for a person, principle, or thing.

There is no such cult in Britain devoted to the royal family but government, other politicians and media behaved as if everyone in the country was a member of such a cult.  Every component of coverage of the royal deceased was constricted by assumption of unanimous veneration.  Imposed ultra-childlike wonder infected exhaustively every conversation.  It was extremely weird.


Stream of piss before the deluge
Suffocating weirdness of politicians’ and commentators’ eulogies of the deceased royal were a mere stream of piss compared to the torrential deluge that will rage when his wife passes on.  The thought of that is horrifying: A concoction of Orwell’s ‘1984,’ Cronenberg’s ‘Shivers,’ Huxley’s ‘Brave New World’ and Butlins.

The establishment response to a dead royal was a massive malodorous dump in the faces of the British people and on democracy.  Reason, intelligence and adulthood were rejected and suppressed.  Contempt for the public gushed everywhere.

Good mourning