Downing Street, Saturday 26th May 2018 — Know Your Enemies
The End Times of Albion, Part 5
by Seneca III
The screen capture above and others following were lifted from a video taken outside Downing Street last Saturday sub-titled “Watch Nasty Met police officer trying to arrest peaceful protesters”.
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This is a general view at 5 minutes 51 seconds in, facing towards the gates of Number 10…
…and two things attracted my attention: the policewoman on the left and the male police officer fourth from the left.
The expression on the young policewoman’s face could be interpreted as apprehension, perhaps shaded with a sense of unease bordering on fear, understandable in those circumstances, particularly for the first time…
…but that on the face of the male officer fourth from the left is entirely different.
Here we see quiet, calm confidence coupled with an acute awareness of that is going on; observation and analysis in process, possibly the result of experience and thus higher ranking than the officers around him. Furthermore, his yellow vest is different from that of the policewoman on his left (ignoring the rather shambolic manner in which she is wearing it) and from the rest of the officers in that cordon/reaction force.
I was only able to spot one other vest of this type in the background, but not being a copper and having steered well clear of Cesspit-on-Thames for many years now, I am unaware of the significance, if any. Perhaps there are readers out there who could enlighten me…?
However, there was one other variation of uniform around that day, but it was not found in the general cordon — the non-headgear equipped wearers of those virtually all-black outfits who were moving around within the crowd of protestors in a manner reminiscent of snatch squads I have seen operating in other police states around the world.
One of them first appeared at on-camera at 0:27.
I was immediately taken by his menacing general demeanour, that of physically large men in positions of power and authority which so often leads to an attitude of “I’m untouchable and big enough and smart enough to do whatever I want, peasants.”
And, sure enough, that is exactly what he tried to do shortly thereafter when he moved deeper into the crowd and attempted to arrest someone at random.
The crowd, until then noisy but non-aggressive towards the Police, did not like this and reacted accordingly.
That caught him rather by surprise…
…and caused his colleagues to have to move in en masse to extract him.
Thank you so much for the reminder of what your Service offers when it thinks it can get away with it, Constable Wilkinson.
A previous example of this type of attitude occurred on a large scale back in 2004. The Countryside Alliance were peacefully protesting Prime Minister Tony Blair’s hunting ban outside Parliament. Despite their non-violence, the STAPO waded in and proceeded to beat them to a pulp — men, women and young people, none of whom were trying to fight them and were simply trapped at the front of the demo.
Look closely at the lead photo in this Daily Mail article and observe the sadistic glee of the police thugs as they wield their batons… having first removed their badges and identities, of course.
Now, next time around, there could be fully armed state thugs there as well, so should we not look at where the ultimate power lies and those who wield that power, the puppet masters of the Police and all they survey — the politicians and their apparatchiks in the ideologically corrupted Civil Service?…
…The denizens of Westminster.
Simples, really, and it doesn’t take much explaining. Power is their narcotic of choice. Self-preservation and enrichment their way of life. Duplicity is their means. Hubris and an overwhelming sense of immunity their crumbling foundation built on shifting sands.
This is the way it always has been and always will be until the wrath of the downtrodden finally descends upon them, and there will indeed be rivers of blood before the whole inevitable process comes full circle and begins again.
All generations, oppressors and oppressed alike, must learn that you cannot enslave a man or woman who is prepared to die in the fight for freedom. Tyrannies always give birth to such people, and time and time again tyrants have to learn the meaning of fear, so that they will begin to understand that they and theirs are nothing but ephemera adrift on the winds of time.
As usual, the establishment’s understanding of this truism will come too late to save them. That is also the way of things. So be it.
And now to the Judiciary
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, I worked on a refurbishment project at the Law Society headquarters at 113 Chancery Lane, London. In those days mobile phones were a thing of the future, and to communicate with the office I had to use one of two old-style red telephone boxes which were located just around the corner on Carey Street past Belly Yard on the left almost opposite The Seven Stars Pub.
As was the way in those days, the professionals of the metropolitan sex industry used those boxes for their advertising by sticking up their calling cards and contact details in every available space. What was most apparent was that roughly 90% of them at the Law Society were for services of a sado-masochistic nature offered by Dominatrices of both genders. Those professionals of the night really understood their market.
Around the front on Chancery Lane itself, between the pavement and the building and separated by railings, was a deep, open well behind which was a basement, probably the servants’ area, wherein resided a dozen or more large garbage bins. Most mornings they were filled with empty champagne bottles.
That is all anyone ever needs to know about these robed and bewigged paragons of virtue that sit in judgement on us all.
— Seneca III, in a disturbed Middle England where there has come a time for all things under the sun, this 31st day of May 2018
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