There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to the now high chancellor, Adam Sutler. He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all
he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent. Last night I sought to
end that silence. Last night I destroyed the Old Bailey, to remind this country
And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know
you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease
There are of course those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while
the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the
truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there?
But in the spirit of commemoration, thereby those important events of the past usually
associated with someone's death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, a
celebration of a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily
Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine- the security of the familiar, the
tranquillity of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke.
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unfinished draft
i lowkey got scared when i saw ur pfp
and if you would seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me one year from tonight, outside
the gates of Parliament, and together we shall give them a fifth of November
that shall NEVER, EVER BE FORGOT
More than four
hundred years ago a great citizen wished
to embed the fifth of November forever
in our memory. His hope was to remind
the world that fairness, justice, and
freedom are more than words, they are
perspectives. So if you've seen nothing,
if the crimes of this government remain
unknown to you then I would suggest you
allow the fifth of November to pass
unmarked. But if you see what I see, if
you feel as I feel, and if you would
seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand
There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to the now high chancellor, Adam Sutler. He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all
he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent. Last night I sought to
end that silence. Last night I destroyed the Old Bailey, to remind this country
of what it has forgotten.
And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know
you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease
There are of course those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while
the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the
truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there?
Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression
But in the spirit of commemoration, thereby those important events of the past usually
associated with someone's death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, a
celebration of a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily
lives to sit down and have a little chat
Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine- the security of the familiar, the
tranquillity of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke.