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begin with, and whom most of them live in wonderfully designed detached, or worse ways semi detached
spacious houses or penthouse suites, whilst the working classes were, and still are thrown into a maze of
rabbit warrens, tower blocks and huge concrete jungles, which were in many cases part of their social
engineering experimental schemes, that led them to design gigantic labyrinths such as the Heygate Estate,
known locally as ―Hells-gate‖ in South London‘s Elephant & Castle area, and what was completed in the
early 1970‘s. It comprised of 50 flats on each level x 6 that was formed into a square totalling 1,200
homes into one fucking intense area, it got that bad, postman refused to deliver the mail, milkman the milk,
and when to the police were regularly called out, they‘d either ignore it, or went firmed handed, - and if
this isn‘t reminiscent to what Aldous Huxley was describing in his book: Brave New World as;―...a
painless concentration camp‖, - or in my eyes a prison, lunatic asylum or perhaps even a human zoo, then
God knows what is then.
―They‖, the so called Masonic MP‘s, planners and councillors holding firmly onto their set-squares and
compasses, say: ―Many of the new tenants are overjoyed with their new dwellings‖. – It‘s not bloody
surprising, most of London and well up to the 60‘s, was full of scattered bomb sites and slums, so you only
needed to give these desperate and traumatised homeless people a refurbished rabbit hutch to live in, and
their reactions of being ―overjoyed‖ would have probably been the same. It became common practice to
build these ―living in a box‖ sink-estates all over the country, that is it any wonder these purposely erected
hellholes are now unbearable places to unfortunately be trapped and living in.
Let‘s see the likes of Cameron, Clegg, Brown or Blair and Co and their families live in these kind
terrifying and evil places, - and let‘s see how their kids then turn out to be? Drugs, robbery, violence,
shootings, rapes, killings, child abuse, prostitution and every other kind of unimaginable crime or
despicable act is an everyday occurrence in these sorts of cesspit‘s, which should be of no surprise that it
then spreads throughout the streets and permeates into the very fabric of our society, and damages the
entire nation as a whole, - that‘s it‘s no wonder Huxley said: ―Maybe this world is another planet‘s hell‖.
His written revelations exposed this nightmare of an agenda, that has been put into practice by our ―world
controllers‖, and which is still thriving today. All I can say is; ―Stand up people, look where they‘ve put
you, look what they‘ve have done to you, and are continuing to do to us and our children, - sometimes you
have to tear down something‘s, to then replace it with something better‖.
And here is why our ―controllers‖ love the influx of as many immigrants as possible, because like many
tenants from the past, those coming to our shores today, jump with joy when allocated accommodation in
a decrepit bedsit or run down housing estate, because if you come from virtual poverty to begin with, then
almost anything that is an improvement on your previous circumstances, would well indeed appear to be
paradise, though this is of course to the detriment of everyone else who has lived in this kind of squalor
years and before their arrival. Rogue landlords love this kind of divisional misunderstanding, it saves them
spending any money on the real problems, as they can say; ―Well we have plenty of tenants who are
happy...‖
Though we can‘t go on like this, certain parts of the country are at breaking point that the odd Band Aid
plaster here or there isn‘t going to fix the problem, or simply make it go away. And this is the real and
additional reason why so many in our society are drug or alcohol dependant, as all they‘re trying to do is
mentally escape their present unbearable life and the conditions their expected to accept and live in. – ―If
we could sniff or swallow something that would, for five or six hours each day, abolish our solitude as
individuals, atone us with our fellows in a glowing exaltation of affection and make life in all its aspects
seem not only worth living, but divinely beautiful and significant, and if this heavenly, world-transfiguring
drug were of such a kind that we could wake up the next morning with a clear head and an undamaged
constitution-then, it seems to me, all our problems [and not merely the one small problem of discovering a
novel pleasure] would be wholly solved and earth would become paradise.‖ – Aldous Huxley.
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