TRAPPED IN A MASONIC WORLD

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granddaughter is now going to ―Uni‖, as they‘re having to pay for it themselves now, and the degree levels
and diplomas on offer are just ―tarted-up‖ versions of a NVQ, the only difference is you have stay in the
education system much longer to obtain them. And even when you have successfully achieved your
―degree‖ in how to assemble a Lego car, helicopter and train set, or hairdressing, massage, yoga or in the
field of being a beautician, then you‘ll soon find there‘s not enough jobs out there to accommodate most
people anyway. So there you are, a little bit more educated than you were before, but nevertheless still
signing on and paying back a minimal payment out of your benefits for the student grants and loans that
you spent the majority on clothes, clubbing and booze, - and up to your eyeballs in debt to the government
for the rest of your life, - so who‘s the clever one now then?
Apprenticeships are much more suited for the majority of low level degrees and diplomas etc., and
always have been. However like everything else in this corrupt system of ours, the ―apprentices‖ are used
time and time again as an alternative form of slave labour, whereas they‘re taken on and start out learning
the trade, when as soon as the government‘s grants and subsidies run dry, or it‘s beginning to cost the
employer that little bit too much, they‘re then laid off, - and whilst as they‘re being given their ―Good
Luck‖ and ―Farewell‖ leaving cards and shown the front door, another lot of slaves, oops, I mean
apprentices are being sneaked in through the back door and handed: ―Welcome to your ‗new‘ future‖
packs to read and study!
Our police are getting more aggressive than we‘ve seen them for a long time. As why on earth I was
assaulted and threatened by two police officers outside the Westminster Magistrate Court as recent as the
14th December 2010, is beyond comprehension, as it wasn‘t a case of no witnesses being present, as this
took place in front of the worlds press and media, it‘s as if the protagonist police officer was instructed to
send out a clear message to everyone else. I was there for the bail hearing of Julian Assange, I decided to
protest independently from anyone else as I didn‘t want to be dragged into any organised demonstration, so
made my own ‗Free Julian Assange‘ banner and set off to the court house.
On my arrival there around 11.30am, and much to my surprise, I was a ―lone protester‖. I stood
directly outside the main entrance of the courthouse and in front of the world‘s media. Shortly afterwards
a policeman came up to me and asked me to move, I said I would prefer to stay where I was, as I was
expressing my right to peacefully protest, and wasn‘t obstructing anyone in the process, and that the many
photographs being taken of me, - proved this to be the case. He then told me: ―If I see you put one foot on
the steps of the courthouse I‘ll arrest you‖, and then walked away.
Within an hour or so, I had been interviewed, photographed and filmed by many of the world‘s press;
Swedish, American, Libyan, Mexican, Egyptian, Canadian, Australian, Spanish, Italian and all other sorts
of independent and freelance journalists and photographers, - yet oddly enough not one single English
news group or organisation came up to me, yet they too were all there. All of a sudden I was joined by a
―flash-mob‖ of other protesters, some were from the ―Justice Anonymous group‖ wearing Guy Fawkes
masks and carrying banners saying; ―Exposing War Crimes Is No Crime‖. The Justice 4 Assange
organiser Sharron Ward stood next to me, and held up a copy of Time magazine with a picture Julian
Assange on the front page gagged by an American flag, and in her other hand a poster stating; ―Sex Crimes
- My Arse‖, whilst imitating the Time magazine picture, as she too was gagged with an American flag.
The press descended upon her and the others, whilst meanwhile I was giving an interview to Corey Pein
from the Foreign Policy magazine, which is part of the Washington Post newspaper.
Then out from nowhere, that same police officer who came up and threatened to arrest me earlier, was
standing right in front of my face, he said: ―Right that does it, you‘re nicked now, I see you call this lot,
[the other protesters] and then they arrived, I‘m arresting you for illegal protests...‖ I replied: ―I haven‘t
called anyone, I was talking to this American journalist, [the policeman glanced at him], and was just
explaining who I was..., I haven‘t telephoned anyone this morning...‖ I produced my telephone as proof.
The policeman then thought twice about it, and stormed away. Peter Tatchell the human rights campaigner
had prearranged with the police to start protesting at 1:00pm, and across the road from the court house.
The police had then directed the other ―flash-mob‖ of protesters over to there, when without any questions,
the same bullyboy policeman came rushing over to me, and in the words of Corey Pein which he wrote in
Foreign Policy, he stated: ―McCann was soon interrupted by a policeman, who grabbed him by the arm
and shoved him down the length of the sidewalk, away from the courthouse. Later, I found him across the
street, giving interviews. – ‗He just ripped the button off my jacket‘, he was telling two cameramen: - and
twisted my ankle‖.
They actually ripped my Farhi coat and a button off, whilst making me twist my ankle on the kerbstone
as I was lunged towards the pavement. I say ―they‖ as by this time another police officer grabbed me and