Ay Up... 8 ish and 'God's about' for action stations: the rest-of-life, all day praying-time, is on. Last on and Fin.: 7.30pm. And, hot-doggerty, how'me goin' to get into 50; to find 20, Hip-Hop tracks? No, get-drunk, no more? Forty-Eight Hours and Boxing Day Charts. Pass the sherry x.
My traditional Christmas column goes back to sometime in the 1990s when one of my occupations was being a newspaper columnist. It has been widely reprinted at home and abroad. Every year two or three readers write to educate me that religion is the source of wars and persecutions. These readers confuse religion with mankind’s abuse of institutions, religious or otherwise.
: Christmas Column 2020, Paul Craig Roberts.
Let me boil this down for you. Claiming a new “mutant strain” of SARS-CoV-2 is 70% more deadly than the original, computer modelers in the UK have advised Prime Minister, Boris Johnson, to lock down the country at a much stricter level.
The computer model was concocted at the Imperial College of London. The accompanying text actually admits it’s too early to tell whether the mutant strain is a major threat.
Nevertheless, Boris Johnson has issued the new vast lockdown order.
Who is on television promoting the need for the lockdown? None other than Neil Ferguson, the disgraced and failed computer modeler.
He didn’t author the new model/study at the Imperial College, but he’s now the face of the “science.”
Ferguson’s prior model predicted 500,000 COVID deaths in the UK and 2 million in the US would occur by last summer. This absurd and criminal estimate directly influenced Boris Johnson and Donald Trump to declare states of emergency, and abandon plans to keep their national economies open.
Then Ferguson violated his own lockdown recommendations by carrying on an affair with his mistress, who lived in her separate home with her husband.
And now he’s back, on television, warning citizens about the new “mutant strain” of the virus and the need for a higher level of lockdown.
Other scientists are outraged at the latest computer model; they are demanding to see the actual evidence of the increased threat. They’re saying they don’t even understand what “70% more deadly than the original strain” means.
How much more economic devastation can the people of the UK take?
: Vicious criminal Neil Ferguson playing key role in new lockdowns Dec
24, Jon Rappoport.
'Allo Mate/Guvna B/Shout to Teaser/Daily Duppy/Yo, this has always been my Daily Duppy/Shouts to Buck, I've got this/These SmokeyBarz had to link up/I'm paying homage/To the fact that I'm the one that might just never be accepted/But that's never stopped me/'Cause God has got me/I deeped it properly/When I was younger man/I couldn't afford the trainers/Now I get Adidas come through the door/That's how good God's grace is/This racist Donny used to give me beats for nothing/How things have changed/Just got sent a pair of Beats for nothing/All by being myself/I never compromise/Never join a hype/We never copied guys/Well that's a lie 'cause I can't even pretend/Kano is the reason that I picked up a pen/'Cause when I heard that second verse on P's and Q's, it resonated/If only I could write some rhymes that people celebrated/Ten years later/And I'm here/I got loads/I got flows/I got shows/And MOBO's/Well just the one/But Lord knows/I've just begun/No doors closed/What a saga, this MC cares more about absent fathers than Balenciagas/Who's raising our youth?/It's mad some of the stuff I hear in the barbers/A new era, if the cap fits, guess I'm a starter/Everybody's praying, they're saying pray for Pakistan/Pray for Paris, pray for Brussels/And Syria/Pray for Isis/Nobody knows they need a saviour until a crisis/No surprises, we can't hide it, know who Christ is/It's the kid who ain't chasing the fame, don't follow protocol/The way I came in the game was counter-cultural/The way I'm blazing the flame/I'm paving away for names on estates/I'm praying they will never hold a tool/Man we really gotta fix things/I really think that everyone on earth is gifted/Knees down heads high praying for wisdom/'Cause soon we'll be on our John Legend were getting lifted/Lyrical goosebumps on a page, I know that God will make a way/It's the fourth quarter, I'm on my Steph Curry, I'm taking aim/I've got three-pointers, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit/The one, know he delivers/The sum of all my lyrics/I've always been a rapper, that's quite pensive/But these days it's hard/'Cause it's like everything's offensive/So we stay tight-lipped and tight gripping on those fences/But Jesus didn't die for me to hold my tongue pretending/When are these rappers gonna get it/Quick to tweet R.I.P, listen to the lyrics/And they're quick to chat about arms and beef/On Twitter and awards shows they say that they believe in God/Got one question, why not try and be like God?/Yo, forget R.I.P/Let's L.I.P/Live in peace/'Low the beef/Giving tips/'Low the police, killing kids/How do we sit in this?/How can we win in this?/I don't know, all I know is Save Our Souls/Humanity, trust me I know it's hard/When you ain't got a salary, struggling with your Marj./But we really gotta make the most of every situation/You never know when things can change, let's never stop praying/Let's never stop aiming/Let's never stop hoping/Let's never stop holding onto faith in those moments/I was the worst of the worst/Doing dirt it never worked/Man needed to turn it around, you can too it's not just a verse/It's that black youth/Gap tooth/Grime and I rap too/Christian boy might, still wanna clash dude/Not stereotype me fam. are you sick/You can't put God in the box, you take the mick/Wifey told me, never give up, that's good advice/Plus she's a spice, copped a ring, let's live our lives/When I pray I'll be looking to the sky/We all wanna go to heaven but nobody wants to die/Nobody wants to die, but kids are still killing kids/Not saying that we've all gotta get along but I know for a fact/We can live better/Do better/Be better/It's Guvna B, Secret World, Duppy, dunknow
Daily Duppy its the hat-trick/10 years deep, still match fit/Shouts post, Sat, Bernie/Yeah/When I saw my son take his first breath nothing else mattered/Started thinking bout' how to get the boy patterned/I ain't talking fashion, I dropped jewels no Hatton/I bust down a mind before I bust down a patek/YG's asking "how did it happen?"/Lookin' like a star but , I ain't been trapping/On about my presence but I just been rapping/I don't really chat but, still they been snapping/No cappin', it's a New Era darg/Big puns when I rap, and I ain't in terror squad/Rest in peace to the lyrical g's because/I grew up on these and now I'm into the bars/God on my side but the doubters can't see him though/Just know I'm good even if I ain't seein' dough/Donnie had squares/He told me come join the circle/Darg, you can never get me involved/Pulled up in a vehicle/Then i cruised on the riddim call it P&O/Can't rock the boat man aaliyah knows/Don't push keys unless I'm on a piano/All black viano/Had like three of those/Whole band/Pulled up by side stage/Mic in my hand, they ain't ready for the mind state/Three yutes gunned down on the high road/That's where my sons gotta grow up/So you know I'm on the strip, me and my bros/Chillin' wit the block boys, waitin for the glow up/Could never send that youngboy cunch/Tell that young boy chill/Show that youngboy love/And shouts to that youngboy's mum/I pray that you live to see your youngboy son/Pastor selling us dreams/We're just looking for some faith and belief/Ion' know bout them pyramid schemes/SPAC Nation, that ain't for me/'Cause God never promised me an easy life/Nah G he just promised to never leave my side/So tell em they can pull up in their lambos/Far as I'm concerned that's just another type of bando/Gotta start flipping tables/'cause yutes started falling fore them different fables/This ain't breaking bad but i'm tipping scales/The black Walter white with some different tales/Yeah, I seen growth and ting/It was fifa and pro now we're protesting/Still bang yhree goals for the white wash/Then hit the road with the fam that's progressing/No questions, set speed and set targets/Less beef and less dramas/More jewels and poets, more Akalas/If we stick together they can't harm us/Blessed since birth/Newham kid, seen stress seen hurt/I grew up on Ghetts, Kane and 32/So I gave thanks when Wretch sent his verse/Blessed since birth/Newham kid, seen stress seen hurt/I grew up watching dad go work/So now he's gone I gotta hit that curb
The morning after that night before. Had planned to write about Boris but only, if hope grew and he's my kind of surprisingly, somewhat redeemable, top-dog, goodie-ish. Not overly unexpectedly, his opening post-speech was back-peddling for the City masters like a pup.
Subsequent calls from the EU to "hurry up", have little/no faith, are sincere or will motivate. Could be wrong but still wonder if 'all-out looking' is what Boris is/was there to achieve? And now we'll get full-on to 'sons of gentlemen-ing' through a new version of the EU etc.
Why oh why the desire to want authority figures to be responsible? (It's deep and all enhanced by m'particularly arrested development). But at the Johnson level? Who? Any contenders?
: Better The Boris?, June 25, 2016
"The EU can still export goods to the UK without tariffs, while UK services no longer have freedom of movement within the single market."
"The UK will still have EU fishermen in its waters, but UK people have lost the right to live, work, study & retire across the EU."
: Aangirfan, today.
The two UK-based, Christian Groups, (Para. Ch., and considered a 'Church'/ denomination); Demonstrating: obey God, and, not The C-19 Cult?
Ought-er spark up: Could and should be the case. A decade of front-line social care. Hostility City to London City Mission and The Salvation Army. "Close 'em," much like. Wouldn't, and haven't conceded... except.
LCM, 16 May 1835.
Sally Anne, 5 July 1865.
History. We Makin' History (Again).
Granted, not into God? Or, say so, while 'constrained by Calvin' or lost in progressive/cop-out church? Fooled into fatalism and neo-Paganism?
Y'got a prob.: What-ya-gonna-do?
What can be done, to stop the rot; The slow, quick, quick slow, into a decline and social destruction? From jungles to a Zoo. The vision from hell and lackeys with guns and gold are looking for a world of 'pets'.
Seen as mad cows and themselves, Vet's with the vax's.
The Church Of Christ pioneered-through but what remains, gathered and local and not neutered and tamed/neigh-on, useless? Any thoughts?
Brooklyn Tab., Ichthus Christian Fellowship, the two I got the vision. Read-back into Church history and found the gems. All Keepin' It Simple, stupid.
Let, (John) Wesley, blast the cobwebs from the dead words and works:
God does nothing but in answer to prayer;
...and even they who have been converted to God without praying for it themselves, (which is exceeding rare,) were not without the prayers of others. Every new victory which a soul gains is the effect of a new prayer.
To make that paper was the trait that I received at birth/ Niggas jealous and hatin' on me ("What can I do?")/ When they plottin' and schemin' on me, the hammer just keep it on me/ Fuck the fame and glory ("What can I do?")/ When your shorty gets nasty and horny, she all over me kid/ You locked down, doin' a bid ("What can I do?")/ With a nigga, tryin to take food off of my plate/ And you know I got a kid ("What can I do?")/ When my stomach touchin', ribs showin'/ You off in the corner glowin' ("What can I do?")/ Nothin else, but to take what's yours, convert it to mines From the cash to the shine ("What can I do?")/ When shit is so fucked up, can't tell wrong from right Right from wrong ("What can I do?")/ When they say, life is short, to you it's the cash/ Today it's seemin long ("What can I do?")/ Now I try to keep a positive look, my motto to jux/ But can't seem to stay focused ("What can I do?")/ They say, an unoccupied mind's the devil's playground/ So I sat and wrote this, to kill time/
But send niggas to hell/ They try and stop me from cashin' in man ("What can I do?")/ But squeeze without thinkin', flip without warnin'/ I got the drop on 'em/ You know, give it my best, empty this clip/ And if live and happen to snitch ("What can I do?")/ Except, find his home, bring it to his family Should I shoot his moms? ("What can I do?")/ Fuck it, send him a warnin', lick that bitch/ Let him know the shit is on ("What can I do?")/ It's not my fault, it's just the game we in/ And when you violate codes ("What can I do?")/ But punish niggas for they actions/ My shit jam when I start blastin', no ("What can I do?")/ Just relax, take out the clip, fix that shit/ Put the clip back and keep goin' ("What can I do?")/ Man you gotta keep your thug showin'/ People take kindness for weakness and so ("What can I do?")/ But be a cold-hearted bastard/ This world is fucked up, and that's how it go ("What can I do?")
Hey, what would Wesley know? Another talker: no action? Or, all-and-every pioneer and warrior for love and Christ. Not the contemporary crowd. The single-absolute certainty? If they're well-known, they're not hidden and so much happening. Not into today's substitute church.
Jesus plus:... Israel-First; Ch., Fathers' Orthodoxy/ and R.C. version; "Bless me, heal me, touch me, me, me, me..." Or; the progressive, contemplative, crowd (Greenbelt Festival, ...and big-up, nevertheless.), and/or; All-About-The-Poor, (overseas, NEVER, UK Social Housing.).