Uncle-Daddy gives an explaination of the G-20 Brisbane Agreement. (Hard core)

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This is Uncle-Daddy. I have transitioned the cartoon page to your world so that I can speak. I will, of course, after a time, get bored with the sheepish predictability exhibited by most people in this reality and return to my preferred home where a psychopathic nature is the basis for a laugh, not a system of world governance. But until that happens I shall pontificate.

What is this G-20 meeting going to produce for Australians? Not ‘Australia’, because Australia is an abstract legal construct, by government, for government, and has nothing to do with promoting the well-being and prosperity of the general population. Sorry. Government is about picking winners that keep TPTB rich and in overall control. ‘Australia’ is just the camouflage for these people to carry out their plans to impoverish a large majority of us for the sake of implementing a system of global control that serves the needs of the few. Having individual Nations with there own unique middle classes that morph and develop on their own terms and not from the centralizing global power of the oligarchs was always a thorn in the side of TPTB.

So they have set about changing all that.

Once the (not!)Free-Trade agreement with China is signed they will be able to manipulate their currency to the point that they will never have to pay a transparently arrived at market price for anything they buy from us (Australia).

Big infrastructure projects in Australia will be built with mostly Chinese and foreign labor as the contracts must be awarded to the best tenderer who will tend to be the State owned Chinese entities that can promise anything and do what ever they like because the overseas nationals will NEVER tell. (Nothing personal against the overseas nationals. I’m of the opinion that if the tables were turned we would probably do the same. This is the sad reality of this world brought about by a madness that I think the earlier blog entries cover so I wont be repeating it here.)

 

Once the Trans-Pacific Partnership is signed Australia will cease to exist in anything but name. Australians will have equal say with their international counterparts over what we do with our country but ‘majority rules’ so we will just get absorbed into South-East Asia economically and culturally. We are not motivated to reproduce much so the Caucasian ‘Australian’ will become a minority in a much more crowded ‘Australia’. The future is not for the independently minded but for the corporate human drone. Which can be found in their millions around the globe just waiting for the Go! signal to loot at their owners behest any country they are pointed at. Just to be clear, we have them as well. It’s not confined to any particular race or nation. However, some have jostled their way into becoming the leaders in the elite criminal enterprise of mass population control through a generational time-line that most are kept unaware of.

So many cattle thinking they hold the reigns.

Meanwhile Tony Abbott and his crew sip ‘The Boy’ and puff on the finest ‘Communist’ Cuban cigars as they make up stories of intrepid bravery in the face of Russian aggression as the Great Bear roars and swipes unsheathed clawed paws at the first mention of MH17. Tony said ” We have evidence…….supplied by Kiev…..that places you at the controls of a Buk missile launcher in the east of Ukraine!” Putin lets his stare rest on Abbott for a while longer before he responds. It was as if Putin were weighing up options. None of which pleased him all that much if his expression was anything to go by. Finally, in perfect English, he says, “See that brain mixer over in the corner, Mr Abbott? It has only recently been cleaned and placed back in it’s case. Would you like me to bring it out and show you how it works?” Tony managed to get out of the meeting room before he puked onto the waiting open mouth of Joe who spat between gulps of vomit that maybe Tony would prefer a bowl of corn-flakes instead of this every time Tony decided to eat his foot on the world stage.

Offended yet? Let me gather pace.

Tony said to Joe, “You are such a loyal and trusted servant of the forces that make me use you as a place to store my ejaculatory outpourings, Joe, that I shall bestow a new honor on you of being my Royally appointed shit-box as well!”

“And, I,” said Joe ” will , in turn, bend over the Australian workers (and anyone else who is even slightly dependent on government fiscal policy) and with the help of our international partners, anally rape them until they can no longer remember any of our faces that come into view every so often to laugh and spit at them!” Both laugh, cry, vomit, smoke cigars while drinking brandy, and swap Photoshopped pornographic images of each other. Such is the pressure cooker of emotional turmoil that is at the center of every ambitious cretin that ever got spat out of some unfortunate mother’s womb.

Or the other extreme, “I’ll do whatever the Premier asks me to do. I’m a good boy, like that.” said Kim Haynes, a West Australian cabinet minister, who did indeed sound like a small boy when he said that.

Bit harsh? Not when you realize that we are now experiencing one of the worst and most sustained contractions of the real economy in living memory and that this has been brought about by the unmitigated greed of the Money Changers who saw a quick buck was to be made by loading up ordinary, financially unsophisticated people with exotic forms of debt based credit. Knowing full well that once the majority of the credit was destroyed by stupidity and inflation, the debt would still remain. I don’t believe that the top politicians didn’t understand what was and is being done to the economies of the world and the consequences for the Australian population.

These dire thoughts come to mind because the Australian citizenry will have been hog-tied by these agreements that will be signed at the Brisbane meeting of the representatives of the oligarchs that are situated behind the scenes of world affairs. Pulling the strings of these Muppet’s who dare to pretend that they represent us.

It’s all such a big con as we are placed on a large carving tray to be cut-up and traded away so that there will be no more middle class. No more freedom of choice. Or even the freedom not to choose.

Orwell would have looked the other way and penned an innocuous note to one of his underage mistresses decrying the parlous state of his financial position (owned by TPTB) and sexual orientation. Making the point that if his demands for voyeuristic sex were not met he would write her into his next novel as a lowly Party functionary who doesn’t use sex as a weapon. Stung by this, she found some ointment and tore up the letter before it could do her any more damage. Then married the local vicar. This had the effect of upsetting the vicars wife of some 15 years. Wife got a VRO against the girl. Girl brought a psychiatric report to the court that had nothing to do with the case. But was, none the less, a cracking read as it had been written by the local crack-head! The local vicar is found dead with a shotgun blast to the genitals. Police and coroner’s court find suicide the cause of death with no suspicious circumstances. That they noticed. Or couldn’t hide. “It’s all for the greater good of the community, you know!” said the coroner’s stenographer. Dead vicar’s wife’s clandestine affair with the local police chief remains a secret. Underage girl becomes overage and everybody forgets. Life returns to a sort of normal where people are just not quite as open and sharing as they used to be and mental derangement becomes a more prominent phenomena of the community.

Uncle-Daddy returns to his preferred domain.

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“I’ve had enough. This reality is even making me feel ill. See you all next time!”

As for the ‘eye of provenance’, well, Uncle-Daddy claims fair use under the copyright laws.

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Putin the Cartoon Before the Horserotovator.

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The pressure has been intense, and some false starts were encountered,

Uncle-Daddy felt dislocated by all the speculation that he himself had started!

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By twilight’s last gleaming,

He had reset his whole dreaming,

To help coincide with his Zionist’s leaning.

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War can solve all our immediate needs,

And turn them into brain-cheese.

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His vision is clear even when his mind has come undone,

Troop movements aside, where did that missile come from?

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 As a culmination of meddling in others Nations affairs,

Uncle-Daddy shows his diplomatic immunity by wrecking theirs!

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Horserotovator feels a little better, now. He has produced under the intense pressure of public scrutiny. He feels that he should receive some kind of manna from heaven for his Herculean efforts. But this is just the ego-centric jerk part talking so never gets listened to anyway.