Water meters should be made compulsory for homes in southern England within six years and extended to the rest of England and Wales within 25 years, according to the Environment Agency.
In an effort to reduce consumption from an average 148 litres per person per day to 130 litres within 20 years, households are to be encouraged to switch from inefficient power showers, washing machines and dishwashers, by charging a lower rate of VAT on the most efficient new appliances. Restrictions on water in hospitals and schools are also demanded, provided that there is no risk to human health. New housing and industrial developments should be fitted with separate supplies of drinking water and “grey” recycled water to flush lavatories and wash cars, it says.
New targets for industrial sectors are also required, particularly for chemical manufacturers and agriculture, and water companies must also be encouraged to share their water supplies. continues here
In an effort to reduce consumption from an average 148 litres per person per day to 130 litres within 20 years, households are to be encouraged to switch from inefficient power showers, washing machines and dishwashers, by charging a lower rate of VAT on the most efficient new appliances. Restrictions on water in hospitals and schools are also demanded, provided that there is no risk to human health. New housing and industrial developments should be fitted with separate supplies of drinking water and “grey” recycled water to flush lavatories and wash cars, it says.
New targets for industrial sectors are also required, particularly for chemical manufacturers and agriculture, and water companies must also be encouraged to share their water supplies. continues here
It has to be asked, if even a resource such as water needs to be rationed then why are we letting in so many, quite simply our very infrastructure cannot cope and we once again must suffer. Soon things we take for granted will be a much sought after resource (just as social housing is now) and our children and theirs will suffer ,there is an easy way to save water, a way in which the necessity and expense of mass meter changing would not be needed and that is, to call a halt to immigration and begin repatriation. Only a fool can see that multiculturalism, diversity, mixed societies do not work and the only individuals that gain are the newcomers, I ask, why must fundamental aspects of our society change for an incorrect vision, why must our assets be so drained, as to become scarce and why must we consistently elect individuals and parties, that simply do not care.
You see for them it is simply about the money the expenses the second home, the power but for us it is our lives, our quality of it and that of our children, are we to consistently defend the indefensible, to place the needs of all before that of our own, will politicians continue to tell us, force us and cajole us, to do their bidding, to live as we are told whilst they swish past in swanky cars on their way to large homes, well away from “this new society”, this new order they have so carefully crafted. Many of these parasites earn more in a mouth than most in a year ,they have absolutely no concept of “real living”, of just what it takes to survive in this a new country, no fear of crime they, not for them the threatening yob, the inassimilable savage, no just upmarket restaurants, genteel events and a canter through life,
We all rush, we scrimp and save, we pay insurance against the thief, lock our doors and pray that fate does not choose us, we have nothing left we, they’ve destroyed our culture, our community and our hope, yet I expect they don’t even know. How can they, so far removed from reality, so far from life, feted and fawned, pandered and pleased all on we idiot’s money. Two homes they need, two homes when most cannot even find social housing, such money they spend, as our old die for want of warmth, yet you vote for them and will I should imagine, continue to do so, beset as you are by demons they have made, you endure a type of “Stockholm syndrome”, suffer a mental block and so their merry-go-round continues and we lose more and more.
Perhaps like a poor soul in an abusive relationship we know nothing else, can not imagine a better life, do not believe it can happen and as an abuser will often do, they undermine, they tell us we are not worth more or that things will change, we nod our head, agree and await another onslaught. Will we learn or is it anyway too late, must we forever be led as sheep to the slaughter, this is a beautiful country, a beautiful continent and we let them destroy it, let them wrap us up in laws and take our freedoms, our inheritance and eventually our kind. It will come you know, as surely as rivers run their course to the sea, it will come, a time when simple pleasures are rationed and we all suffer for their dream, oh its bad now, when so many cultures, so many creeds, struggle to assert their identity, yet wait, perhaps your lifetime but surely your children’s.
Your country of old will be a myth, a Tolkien legend spoken of with awe, a land almost of the unicorn and certainly an ended people, already you know it, when they tell you, “we could leave ours doors open”, when respect for all we were and are permeated and we functioned. Now of course most have never known that world, we keep our children close to hand, fraid the ogre will take them, the piper lead them and the witch twist their mind, in this mad saga evil is fought for and knights ride forth to its bidding, in this tale there is no handsome prince, no end of joy at all, here the ice queen rules and Narnia lies captured and there is no wardrobe for heroes to enter. Oh but as in Narnia words are whispered, thoughts exchanged and memories remembered, we hide away frightened to think, frightened to voice, yet it is here, that band, that resistance, that fraternity of truth.
It grows this evil, it runs ever faster, catching up with its dream, it wants that world and it will destroy all to obtain it, what of your culture before it, what of your kind, you serve and that is your place and they will make you know it. Believe, see the clothes never the body and they will embrace you but shout out as the boy and they will hound you, haunt you and hurt you, destroy you in body and soul and leave you then unable to defy, unable to defend. When they ration the very water you drink, will you realise, will you finally realise our dire situation ,or will your trained mind cast off such truth as drone-like you elect again, what then will it take, more blood, more rapes, more frightened people, more tortured souls, more denigration of you and yours.
They bomb you, beat you ,rape you, mug you, exploit you, imprison, out-breed you and supplant you and not a word, not even perhaps a sigh, it is not truly them you know, any tyranny can in the end be defeated, time erodes mountains, dries rivers so certainly walls crumble. No it is you, your failure, your choice and your sanction that permits evil office, it is you and you alone that wields the sword, ah but you wait for others, just as they wait for you, we all wait and chance as a train flies by. Have they not destroyed enough, have they not, or must you play the waiting game, continue waiting patiently as they built a new station around you, we are a patient people, here we were once known for it, perhaps not any longer, we are a changed people now and pigment is not in it ,we all change for the changers.
Essentially as a people we have been altered, changed, more correctly warped, thugs many are whilst others cowards, so the thug struts and the people suffer and the constabulary arrests the patriot, no longer a wall, no longer connected just rumble, a heap on the floor. There is no mortar between us they have taken it, not much left to bind us, church has gone and family almost to, all we have left is we, a symmetry of sameness, although this, this last connection grows weak, our genes change daily and our future too. So we have not the time to wait, not the time to watch we must act, we must state truth, never be bowed never permit them that, better to go out heads raised, proud, than shuffle before them on our knees.
Ponder a minute our world, take time and think, what countries change and which do not, India is Indian and China its own, so which, which countries change, alter warp, at point of sanction, law and gun, of all the globe they destroy us, we a tiny minority upon the planet. They expect us to embrace to welcome, “Ah Mr Death rest your scythe, put up your feet, won’t you dine with us”, unbelievably they tell you, make you believe it, that fighting for survival is an evil!, that this endangered species is not worth preservation, neither its habituate nor its type. Oh but should anything threaten their concept ,their dream, any power rise to thwart their game, wrestle from them their beloved power, then we must sacrifice, then we must fight, then we must die, then the flag is flown so high ,the pomp the circumstance, the rubbish.
Defend them, love them, agree and bow, die for them should they ask but dare you question, what slavery is this, what enslavement, what democracy, how does this democracy work, this charade, all have a voice they say, all have a say, surely a voice is worthless if not given the facts, what use then this democracy, if they lie and then again. You know nothing, nothing at all, “just your vote please and goodbye”, that’s it that’s your democracy, that’s your place, that’s all they offer and you permit this, you toil for this, you labour for this, you die and others begin again. What about you, what about yours, what about us, do we not deserve more, are we that low down on their list of priorities, as to be almost of no consequence, no worth, they’re all at it, each organisation to enforce, ever-ready with open hand, politicians at the trough, business men with an eye for profit constantly ready to exploit, lines of non-white faces stretching off into the distance, the talentless and the bureaucrat, so many hands held out, so many takers, so many living off our backs.
So tired are we, so thirsty, yet they’ll meter our water, even should the solution be simple, do the words, “no more immigration”, hurt so much, do the wishes of the people mean so little, are the rights and privileges given to these people, worth more than that of we the majority. Oh but it is a house of treason, a house of evil, a place of plot and subterfuge, they conspire against our children, plan against the people and we blink not an eye, state no case, for fear they come for us. Communism for a new age, Marxism disguised, evil incarnate, dressed up in humanitarianism, so enjoy it you, you who wait, you who strain to look for another’s voice, don’t raise your own at home or work, don’t say a word, least they realise you know, least they realise you resist, least they turn their monstrous eye to you.
So scared are we, so bowed, shuffling on our knees to make space for others, ripping apart our country, using up resource, all to kill ourselves, to aby sins the elite still do, “wake up you fool, we made no-one slaves, merely ourselves”, slaves to guilt and the new order, we exploited not a one, shed this guilt, expunge this stupidity and free your mind for you. In your efforts to think only of others, who thinks for you, as you work low-paid or struggle on benefit, who holds out their hand, as the old shiver and infants are slaughtered, who rushes to your cause, they sing songs for Africa but do not even whisper for you, do not even care, now they will take your water, whilst you sweat for their dream.
You see for them it is simply about the money the expenses the second home, the power but for us it is our lives, our quality of it and that of our children, are we to consistently defend the indefensible, to place the needs of all before that of our own, will politicians continue to tell us, force us and cajole us, to do their bidding, to live as we are told whilst they swish past in swanky cars on their way to large homes, well away from “this new society”, this new order they have so carefully crafted. Many of these parasites earn more in a mouth than most in a year ,they have absolutely no concept of “real living”, of just what it takes to survive in this a new country, no fear of crime they, not for them the threatening yob, the inassimilable savage, no just upmarket restaurants, genteel events and a canter through life,
We all rush, we scrimp and save, we pay insurance against the thief, lock our doors and pray that fate does not choose us, we have nothing left we, they’ve destroyed our culture, our community and our hope, yet I expect they don’t even know. How can they, so far removed from reality, so far from life, feted and fawned, pandered and pleased all on we idiot’s money. Two homes they need, two homes when most cannot even find social housing, such money they spend, as our old die for want of warmth, yet you vote for them and will I should imagine, continue to do so, beset as you are by demons they have made, you endure a type of “Stockholm syndrome”, suffer a mental block and so their merry-go-round continues and we lose more and more.
Perhaps like a poor soul in an abusive relationship we know nothing else, can not imagine a better life, do not believe it can happen and as an abuser will often do, they undermine, they tell us we are not worth more or that things will change, we nod our head, agree and await another onslaught. Will we learn or is it anyway too late, must we forever be led as sheep to the slaughter, this is a beautiful country, a beautiful continent and we let them destroy it, let them wrap us up in laws and take our freedoms, our inheritance and eventually our kind. It will come you know, as surely as rivers run their course to the sea, it will come, a time when simple pleasures are rationed and we all suffer for their dream, oh its bad now, when so many cultures, so many creeds, struggle to assert their identity, yet wait, perhaps your lifetime but surely your children’s.
Your country of old will be a myth, a Tolkien legend spoken of with awe, a land almost of the unicorn and certainly an ended people, already you know it, when they tell you, “we could leave ours doors open”, when respect for all we were and are permeated and we functioned. Now of course most have never known that world, we keep our children close to hand, fraid the ogre will take them, the piper lead them and the witch twist their mind, in this mad saga evil is fought for and knights ride forth to its bidding, in this tale there is no handsome prince, no end of joy at all, here the ice queen rules and Narnia lies captured and there is no wardrobe for heroes to enter. Oh but as in Narnia words are whispered, thoughts exchanged and memories remembered, we hide away frightened to think, frightened to voice, yet it is here, that band, that resistance, that fraternity of truth.
It grows this evil, it runs ever faster, catching up with its dream, it wants that world and it will destroy all to obtain it, what of your culture before it, what of your kind, you serve and that is your place and they will make you know it. Believe, see the clothes never the body and they will embrace you but shout out as the boy and they will hound you, haunt you and hurt you, destroy you in body and soul and leave you then unable to defy, unable to defend. When they ration the very water you drink, will you realise, will you finally realise our dire situation ,or will your trained mind cast off such truth as drone-like you elect again, what then will it take, more blood, more rapes, more frightened people, more tortured souls, more denigration of you and yours.
They bomb you, beat you ,rape you, mug you, exploit you, imprison, out-breed you and supplant you and not a word, not even perhaps a sigh, it is not truly them you know, any tyranny can in the end be defeated, time erodes mountains, dries rivers so certainly walls crumble. No it is you, your failure, your choice and your sanction that permits evil office, it is you and you alone that wields the sword, ah but you wait for others, just as they wait for you, we all wait and chance as a train flies by. Have they not destroyed enough, have they not, or must you play the waiting game, continue waiting patiently as they built a new station around you, we are a patient people, here we were once known for it, perhaps not any longer, we are a changed people now and pigment is not in it ,we all change for the changers.
Essentially as a people we have been altered, changed, more correctly warped, thugs many are whilst others cowards, so the thug struts and the people suffer and the constabulary arrests the patriot, no longer a wall, no longer connected just rumble, a heap on the floor. There is no mortar between us they have taken it, not much left to bind us, church has gone and family almost to, all we have left is we, a symmetry of sameness, although this, this last connection grows weak, our genes change daily and our future too. So we have not the time to wait, not the time to watch we must act, we must state truth, never be bowed never permit them that, better to go out heads raised, proud, than shuffle before them on our knees.
Ponder a minute our world, take time and think, what countries change and which do not, India is Indian and China its own, so which, which countries change, alter warp, at point of sanction, law and gun, of all the globe they destroy us, we a tiny minority upon the planet. They expect us to embrace to welcome, “Ah Mr Death rest your scythe, put up your feet, won’t you dine with us”, unbelievably they tell you, make you believe it, that fighting for survival is an evil!, that this endangered species is not worth preservation, neither its habituate nor its type. Oh but should anything threaten their concept ,their dream, any power rise to thwart their game, wrestle from them their beloved power, then we must sacrifice, then we must fight, then we must die, then the flag is flown so high ,the pomp the circumstance, the rubbish.
Defend them, love them, agree and bow, die for them should they ask but dare you question, what slavery is this, what enslavement, what democracy, how does this democracy work, this charade, all have a voice they say, all have a say, surely a voice is worthless if not given the facts, what use then this democracy, if they lie and then again. You know nothing, nothing at all, “just your vote please and goodbye”, that’s it that’s your democracy, that’s your place, that’s all they offer and you permit this, you toil for this, you labour for this, you die and others begin again. What about you, what about yours, what about us, do we not deserve more, are we that low down on their list of priorities, as to be almost of no consequence, no worth, they’re all at it, each organisation to enforce, ever-ready with open hand, politicians at the trough, business men with an eye for profit constantly ready to exploit, lines of non-white faces stretching off into the distance, the talentless and the bureaucrat, so many hands held out, so many takers, so many living off our backs.
So tired are we, so thirsty, yet they’ll meter our water, even should the solution be simple, do the words, “no more immigration”, hurt so much, do the wishes of the people mean so little, are the rights and privileges given to these people, worth more than that of we the majority. Oh but it is a house of treason, a house of evil, a place of plot and subterfuge, they conspire against our children, plan against the people and we blink not an eye, state no case, for fear they come for us. Communism for a new age, Marxism disguised, evil incarnate, dressed up in humanitarianism, so enjoy it you, you who wait, you who strain to look for another’s voice, don’t raise your own at home or work, don’t say a word, least they realise you know, least they realise you resist, least they turn their monstrous eye to you.
So scared are we, so bowed, shuffling on our knees to make space for others, ripping apart our country, using up resource, all to kill ourselves, to aby sins the elite still do, “wake up you fool, we made no-one slaves, merely ourselves”, slaves to guilt and the new order, we exploited not a one, shed this guilt, expunge this stupidity and free your mind for you. In your efforts to think only of others, who thinks for you, as you work low-paid or struggle on benefit, who holds out their hand, as the old shiver and infants are slaughtered, who rushes to your cause, they sing songs for Africa but do not even whisper for you, do not even care, now they will take your water, whilst you sweat for their dream.
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