EU Lullaby

Hush little baby don’t you cry, momma’s gonna sing you a lullaby. Hush, hush, hush and dry your tears, save them all for your adult years. You need to grow up big and strong and free the world from the Nazi throng. All around they kill and maim but worry not, we know their game. You must learn to sit and wait and then attack with all your hate heart. Momma’s gonna buy you a mocking bird, but first you need to embrace the absurd.

Sing your children to sleep with glorious songs of the demos, comrades. Inculcate your kids with the morals of the left, by telling them at every turn how evil are those who pay all the taxes and give people meaningful work without the express consent of the state. Teach them how we all depend on one another and that individual success is a malignant cancer, eating at the heart of national unity. For, one cannot profit except that another loses. And to excel at academia is to play into the hands of evil capitalism, unless it is in the fields of diversity studies, wimmin’s issues or macramé in dance as a form of expressing the eternal struggle for illusory equality.

Mildly berate them should they win any prizes denied to the whole class, explaining to them how the elite seek to divide and rule by offering the lure of riches as reward for effort. Constantly refer to that elite as the one-percent. For does not all reward lie in the warm glow of candle-lit vigils and shared kettling experiences with the ninety? The state provides both unity and division as it drives you to protest and simultaneously suppresses your dissent. All aided and abetted by a national media so obviously Fascist in its ethos as to be nothing but propaganda for the lizard overlords who try to drive a wedge between us. Hate the lizards.

Solidarity, brothers and sisters and should the evil workers advance you have a moral duty to fight back. Don’t forget an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. They take your eye, you give them a tooth. The flag they fly is pure provocation; patriotism is the preserve of the weak, driven to hate. Never forget the sacred mantras:  It is racist to love your country. It is racist to like white people. It is racist to express any concerns about the cost of housing an additional 300,000 people a year. And it is especially racist to give a job to a fully qualified British national when an unknown refugee with a fake identity is all ready and waiting to have a go, just as soon as he can beat the Calais blockade.

Take no responsibility. If you fail, if you hurt, if you don’t get what you want, remember it is all the fault of Thatcher, who stole the milk and tried to steal your dreams. We are raising a nation of sleepers who can be relied on to toe whatever line the party tells them, when the time comes. Drip, drip, drip; sowing the seeds of entitlement deep within the psyche. Like the simpletons who swallow the lies of islamism, we need an army of dupes, brainwashed into believing in miracles and trusting in the hereafter; the state can still provide, even if it has no money. Financial gravity can be overcome. Saving the NHS is more important than saving lives. And all immigrants are good immigrants.

It wuz Fatchaa wot dun it!

At the heart of the project is the EU. Is the new communism an aim of the EU or is it the other way around? No matter. When you are needed, our minions, we will tell you what you need to hear. Public opinion, the national mood, what ‘ordinary people’ want, is whatever we say it is. And if that mood needs to change we will tell you how you now feel. Come the revolution, comrades, there will be no revolution.