Crisis of faith in our institutions, our "leaders"

 Over at Unherdables, I’m putting the question of faith in a much more apocalyptic, end-times way, almost that dreaded argument-ender of accusing someone of “religion” (cries of anguish as everyone looks away … the fabians have done a grand job on westerners).

This is a secular blog here about freedom, liberty, so I shall abide by the convention and speak only of faith in our institutions, our leaders … in the midst of all the atrocities we are seeing, westwide … the utter inability of humankind, alone, by itself, to overcome “Them” and produce a well ordered society, a Shire, where nearly all can feel safe.

The first crisis of faith is in our leaders and all facets of officialdom, at all levels, right the way down, plus the cancer spreads to private firms dealing with us … the bstds are lying to us coz at best, they don’t care, the troughers … and at worst, they hate us with a passion.

Why do they hate us with a passion? What set all this off, eons ago? Well, imagine that there’s a central entity who detests God’s creation and … but I must stop there as that’s almost “religious”, innit?

Yet now, the British state is not only trying to shut down our access to, say, X … which incidentally allowed Rupert Lowe access to Joe Rogan, coordinated by Elon, which resulted in Rogan’s 20 million finding out about the raped girls industry … which in turn forced Labour to about turn on the deportation of that monster … while Farage was off having a hissy fit, locked into a life or death struggle with Count Tinhead … you get the drift.

And so it goes. Yesterday, a Canadian lady asked me, on X, “Are we winning?” I said, “Line ball imho.” She thought and said, “I’m losing.”

There are ways for the west to come back, never quite like what it was … think of the damage at the end of WW2 … but it is going to take some very hard decisions and a wartime level of resolve on our part. Or else we can pretend that we can vote our way out of it in this fractured electoral system, already wrecked by the fabians. Yes, we can kid ourselves and just enjoy head to heads between Mr. Flip Flop and Count Tinhead, thereby sidestepping any real decisions about Britain.