The Road Less Travelled

Ever wondered how revolutionaries simply appear?

Ever wondered what made them attractive, sometimes years later? Ever wondered what drove them to do what they did? Ever looked for that common denominator? I did.

Dissatisfaction.

No more, and no less.

Thet were simply unhappy with the status quo and set out to change things. I doubt that any of them knew precisely what they were doing, who it inspired, or why. They were just...driven.

I know how they feel. Mandela, Guevara, Ghandi, Tyler, Ludd, Paine, Pankhurst, Malcolm X, and Martin Luther King are just a few of those revolutionaries that grace our history books. I knew (of) Nelson Mandela when he was a terrorist. During my time in the late sixties/early seventies as a child growing up in South Africa, he was known to me as a thug. And yet he turned out to be one of the most amazing leaders the world has ever known. He is revered, respected, and loved, by millions all over the world. Robert Mugabe, another terrorist, who my own brother had a glorious chance to assassinate (during the elections in 1980), was another violent animal, but became loved by his tribe as he dominated Rhodesia/Zimbabwe. Today, he is the antithesis of the well-loved revolutionary. He is hated, despised, and fortunately for the world, he is also dying. His death, for which I pray daily, should be painful and prolonged. Make no mistake, he is as monstrous as Pol Pot or Idi Amin.

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I was wondering if I was a revolutionary. I was wondering if what I was doing was ground-breaking, and eventually, for the common good. Is what I am doing beneficial to the people of the dis-United Kingdom? I don't know. I was never reaching for a place in the history books. Peace and quiet was my main aim. Paying less taxes was another. Controlling the people we pay (to protect and serve us) better was another goal. And, of course, reducing the government, and those that enjoy huge chunks of our money, gold-plated pensions, and a day jam-packed with inactivity and inefficiency, to around five people instead of the current 7 million.

When I win my case, officially, against HMRC, and I will,  it will open the floodgates. If I don't have to pay tax, then neither do you. Or you. Or you. Or you. And that has the potential to start a revolt the like of which this nation has never seen. They will shut me down, lock me away, or they might even arrange for a little "accident" for me. What they absolutely cannot do, is let me win. Even if I do.

I have no desire to be rich, famous, or even mildly well-known. I want peace. And I want quiet. I want the government to stop raping me and then telling me, "It's in the best interests of the nation". It isn't. It never will be. I am tired of working for the government. I am tired of working like a dog, in shitholes like the one I'm in now to prop up a facade, to promote an illusion. To pay for what they call democracy. To subsidise insane decisions like war with countries that have never, ever, threatened us. To subsidise their food & drink, their travel, and luxurious accommodations when I have to live in a flea-ridden hotel in the middle of Buttfuck, Africa, and then share 50% of my hazard pay with wankers that never risked a thing in their lives.

I am tired of witnessing the slavery. Slavery, you may or may not know, is forcing people to work for no pay. Yet every day we not only see it, in a first world country, but we actively support it. Every time we buy a litre of petrol we witness the garage owner collect taxes for the government. Every time we buy a pint, we witness the landlord collect taxes for the government. Every time we buy a pack of smokes, we witness the newsagent, or the tobacconist, collect taxes for the government. All of them slaves. All of them are doing this collecting because some fucker told them to. It is purely involuntary, and no recompense is sought nor offered.

And the worst thing is that we condone it. We allow it. We permit this activity.

I don't want to anymore. I am heart-sick. I am desperately concerned that the longer we allow this shit to continue, the more we will regret it.

Sometimes, just sometimes, to live in a safe house, we have to tear down the one we already live in. The one we had convinced ourselves was secure. One we were told that was built on solid foundations.

Out of chaos will come order.

We need to create that chaos. We need to be the 21st Century Demolition Men.

First we destroy. Then we rebuild.

We tear down that which is false. That which is self-serving. And we rebuild our cities and our nation, on a solid foundation. The way it was centuries before we got here. Look over your shoulder: the answers are there. Look back. Find the right way. Before the Grand Illusion was born. The one that was shat out by the puppet-masters.

Look long, and look hard. Decide for yourself that this charade cannot, must not, continue.

Then, and only then, can we truly say that we came, we saw, we didn't like what we saw, so we changed it.

For the sake of our children, and their children, and their children.

I picked a fight with the "management". I report here about it. My stats tell me that the busiest days are those when I update you about my barney with HMRC. I am pleased that you come again, and again, to see how the battle fares.

But look, I am not here for your entertainment.

I am here to change things. I am here to rebuild our house. One brick at a time, if that's what it takes. It may take some time.

But rebuild it I will.

With, or without your help.

CR.