Ray Wilson
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The Dream
By Ray Wilson Yes, we bravely spray the big wide blueWith chemtrails dripping toxic goo.And someday, maybe, if we’ve got the stuff,When we fly up into that final quiet blue,We’ll have this final consolation too: We’ll know that in this life We reached the very stars, yes, In the quiet comfort of the after-years,We will recall those happy
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People Cannot Believe That Their Governments Do Not Love Them
By Ray Wilson A little faith The engine rebuild project on the motorcycle combination is going to take a good couple of days. It’s very early, still misty, and my brother Rich has set up the ramps to support the motorcycle and sidecar while we take it to pieces. “I have organised all the tools,”
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There Is a Global Concern Regarding the Sexualization of Children in Education
By Ray Wilson Stretching Eyes West “Stretching eyes westOver the seaWind foul or fairAlways stood sheProspect- impressed:Solely out thereDid her gaze restNever elsewhere,Seemed charm to be “ -The Riddle by Thomas Hardy And so at last we arrive in Lyme Bay on a blustery morning having parked the motorcycle combination up on the hill and walked
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I Don’t Remember Signing Up for These Agendas – Do You?
By Ray Wilson Changes “I still don’t know what I was waiting for. And my time was running wild. A million dead-end streets Every time I thought I’d got it made It seemed the taste was not so sweet.” David Bowie—Hunky Dory The telephone rings as I sing along, jolting me out of my reverie.
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It Is Important That We Remember Exactly What Happened—There Is a Rewriting of History Happening Now
By Ray Wilson Golden Apples London, September 9 (Reuters) Britain recorded its hottest day of 2023 so far on Saturday, with provisional data showing a high of 33.2 degrees Celsius (91.8 degrees Fahrenheit) at London’s Kew Gardens. This year’s previous high was 32.6 C, reached on Thursday. “Happy Birthday, dad,” I say as I breeze
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We Are the Carbon They Want to Remove
By Ray Wilson It’s August Bank Holiday Monday, and the sun is shining and the sky is a different shade of blue. We are heading off to the Ardenrun show ground for the annual agricultural show. The future, a world of 20-minute neighbourhoods and 15-minute cities, is being cooked up by a bunch of psychopathic
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Magnetic Personality
By Ray Wilson The day dawned fair with a hint of warmth, but with the ominous presence of black clouds clustering on the horizon, I had not slept the sleep of the righteous. Work hard and sleep sweet. A nagging, lingering concern that I could not attribute to anything kept me awake. I slowly recall
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It Took Many Years for Me to Become Aware of the Brainwashing I Was Subjected To
By Ray Wilson People Farm Some will attribute the maxim to Saint Ignatius Loyola himself. Yet the Jesuits believed even back then that it was an old idea: “Give us a child until he’s seven, and we’ll have him for life.” We lived on Brigstock Road in Thornton Heath until I was six, going on
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Tyranny Comes in the Form of Convenience
By Ray Wilson It’s a sleepy Saturday morning in my dad’s little village. There is a frisson of warmth in the breeze. The soft rays of the sun gently illuminate Mum’s commemoration garden, constructed after her death in April 2020, enhancing its serene atmosphere. My hound’s ears twitch at the distant chirping of birds, which
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From Russia with Love
By Ray Wilson The Ural Patrol T motorcycle, a copy of the legendary Cossack, demonstrates that war is a hellishly good driver of technology, or so the advertising blurb suggests. The Ural is a reconstructed Soviet World War II sidecar motorcycle that gives the same benefit as its forefathers: two-wheel drive. A crankshaft connects the