Ted Larrabellington
on September 21, 2021 at 7:16 am
This is rothschilds promised revenge for leaving his EU
MM
on September 21, 2021 at 10:08 am
Go all the way to defeat the elite. Shut everything down. For a year, maybe two. It will be hard but they want to plunge half our of lifetimes into that level of hardship anyway. Bring failure to their prison-grid, and when they flee their ivory towers hunt them to the ends of the earth.
They sacked too many people to pocket the savings because digital surveillance is cheap to install and AI doesn’t demand a wage to run it. Put an end to all that and with no praetorian guard they’ll have to run.
Mr Reynard
on September 21, 2021 at 11:08 pm
3 working days for work & you will be paid for one & a half day only ..
Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves!
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves.
Thee haughty tyrants ne’er shall tame;
All their attempts to bend thee down
Will but arouse thy generous flame,
But work their woe and thy renown.
Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves!
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves.
To thee belongs the rural reign;
Thy cities shall with commerce shine;
All thine shall be the subject main,
And every shore it circles, thine.
This is rothschilds promised revenge for leaving his EU
Go all the way to defeat the elite. Shut everything down. For a year, maybe two. It will be hard but they want to plunge half our of lifetimes into that level of hardship anyway. Bring failure to their prison-grid, and when they flee their ivory towers hunt them to the ends of the earth.
They sacked too many people to pocket the savings because digital surveillance is cheap to install and AI doesn’t demand a wage to run it. Put an end to all that and with no praetorian guard they’ll have to run.
3 working days for work & you will be paid for one & a half day only ..
Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves!
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves.
Thee haughty tyrants ne’er shall tame;
All their attempts to bend thee down
Will but arouse thy generous flame,
But work their woe and thy renown.
Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves!
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves.
To thee belongs the rural reign;
Thy cities shall with commerce shine;
All thine shall be the subject main,
And every shore it circles, thine.
ROFLOL…