Ideas From Another World

[Jack Black]

On 16 August 2008, The Times reported thus:

Late this afternoon, Michael will emerge from his council home on to the streets of the East London estate that he knows as 'the block'. If it is a good day, the 19-year-old will quickly get rid of the two ounces of cocaine…

Eli, a fellow 'general' in his Leytonstone gang, the Loyal Soldiers, will be successful in his quest for an eight-ball' - about 3.5g of coke that he has promised a client.
They'll celebrate their success by smoking some weed.

But if it is a bad day, the events of a fortnight ago will repeat themselves. There will be 'beef' - a fight with a rival gang - and the chances are that someone will get knifed, popped, bored or wetted up…

Like many boys his age, Michael dreams of bigger and better things.

HIS ROLE MODELS ARE GANG BOSSES OF THE TOUGH ESTATES IN PECKHAM AND BRIXTON.

The two boys, whose youthful faces belie their tough attitudes, started their gang a few years ago when Michael was released from detention. He had been sent there for committing robbery at knifepoint...

THEIR FACES GLOW WITH PRIDE AS THEY DESCRIBE THE LOYAL SOLDIERS' REPUTATION. Emphasising his words with a stabbing gesture, Eli says:

Knives are better than guns, they say, for they don't need to be disposed of. Michael had to get rid of his gun last year, in case it was traced, after he shot someone in the leg in a fast-food restaurant.

Asked to explain the hierarchy of the Loyal Soldiers...

THEY TRY TO INDOCTRINATE CHILDREN. FROM THE AGE OF 8, NEIGHBOURHOOD KIDS ARE ASKED TO CARRY WEAPONS AS A FAVOUR... Eli says...

Two weeks ago, the Loyal Soldiers attacked a rival gang in nearby Forest Gate, because one of their members had been "stared at"…

Eli adds:

Accounts of drug deals pepper their tales. Eli narrowly missed jail when the police nearly caught him with 51 wraps of cocaine, he mentions casually...

THE MOOD LIGHTENS WHEN ELI TELLS HOW THE WHITE COUPLE TO WHOM HE HAD BEEN PLANNING TO SELL DRUGS HAD A 'CRACK FIEND BABY'.

'She was very smiley, like, talking rubbish,' he says, rolling his eyes back in his head to demonstrate the state of the child. MICHAEL... CHUCKLES...

Their story is one of... a carelessness - or perhaps lack of awareness - over the value of life...

JACQUI SMITH, THE HOME SECRETARY, MENTIONED FORCING GANG MEMBERS TO VISIT VICTIMS OF KNIFE WOUNDS, IN ORDER TO REALISE THE ERROR OF THEIR WAYS.

SUCH IDEAS SEEM TO COME FROM ANOTHER WORLD.

With a chilling, casual air, Michael describes how he slashed a man's face from ear to nose because the man owed him £80 for drugs.

http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/uk/crime/article4543247.ece

"Such ideas seem to come from another world."

They sure do.

They come from a world where the Illuminati map out our little lives well in advance.
The illuminated ones at the top of the tree, the bought-and-paid-for politicians and media darlings just below them, and the PC Crowd in the middle, ignored the British people when we insisted that we did not want our country overrun with bottom-of-the-tree Michaels and Elis.

They still ignore us. Instead some Jacqui Smith-type jobsworth will try to kid the most dumbed-down, drugged-up and brainwashed into thinking that THEY are doing something by dreaming up another otherworldly idea that will make sense only to them and those to weak to question.

In the other world, the bottom-of-the-tree foot-soldiers, who know they will not be held to account for the crimes they admit to, are giving interviews to The Times, bragging about their criminal exploits.

I see that some of you are still wondering why the illuminated ones always ignored what we wanted. Some of you, even now, are still asking why they insisted on importing the destroyer, when common sense should have told them that the business of a destroyer is destruction.

How could those who believe themselves to be especially enlightened get it so wrong, you wonder?

THEY are at war with us, ladies and gentlemen.

The Illuminati want us gone.

The politicians, the press, the PC Crowd and the first and second-generation immigrants who chuckle at the thought of a white, "crack-fiend" baby, are their foot-soldiers.

It’s just that simple.

Hey, you PC Crowd!

Who would you rather have living next door?

Michael, Eli or me?

Oh really?

And when the jungle actually moves into your leafy suburb?

Do you think you’ll be quite so sure then?