By Ray Wilson
It’s warming up, and we are lucky with the weather, and the motorcycle combination is lapping up the miles. Our breakfast stop is on the old “missing link” section of the iconic A30 on our run to the sun. We stop at “Max’s” snack emporium, where the emphasis is on proper food.
I notice the “NO FARMERS, NO FOOD, NO FUTURE” bumper sticker on the car next to us as we park up. It seems the small farmers can no longer live in peace and charity, loving God and the land with their whole hearts and working long hours for a small reward. Why can’t they be left alone to work as they once did? Many would still be happy to do so for the love of the work and to feed the community, paying their taxes fully, fairly, and well, both through their own toil and the stuff they would sell, were it not for the destructive interference of authorities.
“Excuse me.” I gesture in jerky winding down the window motions as I remove my crash helmet. “I like the sticker; I think we might have to get one for the motorcycle.”
She opens the car door and says, “It’s a Grass-men sticker; you can get it at the rallies or online.”
“Most of my friends are at Uni and just don’t get it—the sticker, my lifestyle; they think I’m a far right extremist, nuts, or both,” she sighs.
I explain that we know some of what’s happening with the Dutch farmers—the compulsory purchase of farmsteads, the massive backlash against local governments, or more precisely, the actions demanded by their global masters, the orchestrated destruction of farming communities in the USA, Australia, and elsewhere. It turns out that she is responsible for a small herd of cows.
“I am a couple of minutes down the road; I do the milking myself,” she says.
“We try to support all the farms and farm shops that we can; it was obvious during lockdown that the supermarkets were the instruments of tyrannical government control and cared not a jot for their customers; we mostly only use farm shops now,” I say.
She tells me that the UK government has scrapped plans to develop national farming strategies to ensure a resilient future supply of fruit and vegetables. The Farm to Fork summit a few days ago brought together farmers, food producers, and some of Britain’s largest supermarkets. It’s just nice sounding words with no substance, an “empty meeting” with no action on price or inflation. There was no intention of tackling the fundamental problems of food price inflation, such as the cost of living, production, access to labour, and affordability.
We have miles to go before we can sleep, and I am suffering from a particularly aggravating earworm: “Keep on rockin’ in the free world.” “Keep on rockin’ in the free world. … Got fuel to burn, got roads to drive.” In January 2022, when Tedros Adhanom Ghebreyesus, the WHO’s director-general, thanked Neil Young for standing up against misinformation and inaccuracies around the COVID-19 vaccination, it was the day I metaphorically burned his entire songbook and smashed his records.
It is hot outside. We sit in the cool, stonewalled farmhouse, and Di has made us tea.
“We have had a hosepipe ban here for a year back along,” she says.
She tells us the levels in Colliford Lake, the reservoir on Bodmin Moor, get lower as each year passes, despite its huge size of 900 acres and being the largest lake in Cornwall. Di and her husband used to manage large herds of milk cows up until 2020, but those have been sold, and the fields are now planted with maize.
Di tells us, There’s lots of work here; youngsters don’t want to work, not on farms, not doing any real work, and there’s plenty of seasonal work in the summer; they just want to be on their phones.”
“One of our friends grew fields of daffodils; they had a contract to supply local councils.”
“He advertised for workers to help pick them; out of the 30 who got the jobs, only three were still there a week later.” She gets up to make us another brew.
The hot days of blue skies and occasional fluffy white clouds drifted by, and it was time to say our farewells. The further north we travel, the colder it gets and the greyer the clouds.
We follow the directions carefully, and after miles of single track roads, we arrive at an enormous Dutch-style barn built of corrugated steel. Our credentials having been verified, we are ushered inside. This is truly breathtaking. Joey’s bar is serving drinks and snacks. This is the speakeasy of old, repurposed for the new underground resistance, but now it’s not about the government’s prohibition of alcohol; it’s about the government’s prohibition of speech. This is the new resistance at grass level. We are early, and as I chat with people, it feels like home, like a place I belong. I notice the demographics of the room; it lightens my heart to see so many young people. People from all walks of life have found their true home here. It is exciting, it is vibrant, and for the first time in a while, I can see the tiniest glimmer of real hope, not hopium; the sky is always darkest before the dawn.
“Go woke, go broke,” someone is saying; “politically correct practises can lose you a lot of money.”
“That’s true,” I interject. The globalists incentivize “woke” behaviour. If the companies don’t follow their master’s instructions, they don’t get the funding they need and go broke. If they shut up and do what they are told, many of their customers will vote with their feet, and the company share prices will tank, so we had better box clever.”
In the corner of the room, a table is stacked with copies of “The Light” and Farmacy Co-Op flyers. It’s getting busy, and already there are over two hundred people here.
A young man is talking about geopolitics; he is uncertain about going to Uni because he believes he will be indoctrinated by the system and lose his capacity for critical thinking. He wants to work outside, on the land, and do something constructive.
He says something about ideological subversion and how it is being used to subvert the “free world” of Western societies from within. “First, instead of using military force, they use gradual, subtle brainwashing. Incentivized by governments, big media and big tech collude in the process of demoralisation, a long term process to undermine the moral and spiritual values of society, weaken self-worth, and create apathy and cynicism so everyone feels like shite.”
People are turning to listen to what he is saying and huddle around.
“The next stage is to create instability, both economic and political; health, money, and food become unstable, and a sense of chaos and confusion follows—we all see this,” he says.
“Crisis follows, and there will be periods of intense conflict and upheaval; this is the objective and the reason to introduce and justify external control.”
“Finally,” he pauses, “normalisation is the final stage of idealogical subversion, the establishment of a new world order; it’s only then, when it’s too late, when the jackboots kick their face, that those that didn’t question, that didn’t resist, that just rolled over and acquiesced, realise they will not be spared.”
We travel back late at night, and the roads are clear. I think of the young man’s words; he is just a kid, but he told us that he doesn’t feel alone and that many of his mates see it the way that he sees it. He inspires hope in us all and puts a fire in our bellies to sustain us in the long, hard days ahead. This is doable, and as our numbers grow exponentially and the “Great Resist” gains momentum, networks of speakeasies are springing up all over the UK, USA, and Western world. We find like-minded people, new friends, and family. We are here for a reason; we all can make a difference. I truly believe that together we can do this. Up ahead, I see an endless stream of red tail lights. “Yet another tiresome psyop that I refer to as the curious incident of the cones in the night.”
The cone vehicles dispense the cones late at night along the motorway and collect them in the early hours of the morning. I have never observed, despite what the signs tell you, any workmen or any actual work going on, much to the chagrin of drivers who are travelling at this time precisely to avoid the queues of the day. It’s crucial to remember how psyops are used by tyrannical governments to sway public opinion and convince people to do or not do something. They are generally unaware of the fact that they have been duped into thinking it’s a decision they have made for themselves. Propaganda about net zero: the lie about humans causing climate change so that they don’t use their cars and motorcycles and never leave the 15-minute village. Being stuck in this unreasonable traffic jam late at night at least gives me lots of time to ponder this. I refuse to repent and vow to find creative solutions to these orchestrated crises proliferating in our society, as the young man said, “Crisis and conflict.”
It’s certainly getting animated on the motorway tonight. Please not now; why now? The earworm is back with a vengeance.
“Keep on rockin’ in the free world. Keep on rockin’ in the free world. … Got fuel to burn, got roads to drive.”
“Yeah I wish.”