A freedom outing to not-so-sunny Sunderland

The action we need to take is local, because that is literally where we make a stand

I used to go to National Trust properties for days out, or have walks in the hills. Nowadays, my “leisure” outings tend to be to protest events around the country. There were demonstrations in Edinburgh, Manchester, London, and Cardiff yesterday, and but for an urgent delivery keeping me at home I would have gone to Wales for a change.

Instead, I attended a street gathering in Sunderland, a small city just south of Newcastle upon Tyne. Its centre has the “classical neo-communist” feel of many British towns post-WW2, and suffers from significant social and economic deprivation.

The headline picture is from when people were arriving still. Jacko on the left has just got out of prison, is homeless, and was proud of the £500 pilfered jacket he was wearing. He was also drunk, as was his friend John, who could barely speak he was so inebriated. Jacko had lost both parents at the same time to fentanyl. He spent his time in prison meditating and reading the Bible.

I can tell that deep down that while he is a very damaged person, he is not a malicious one, even if he might do inadvisable things when raging at the world. He said his ambition was to start a soup kitchen for homeless people. He was also wide awake to the corruption in the world. Knowing how bad things are is painful, and a lot turn to drink and drugs to dull the agony.

While evil has a face, there are always powers behind the puppets.

Tez rapped out truth about the quaxxine clotshot, and a passerby shouted “that’s a conspiracy, and I’m still richer than you”. You cannot make it up! It is a conspiracy. And the worship of money will be the undoing of many.

Apparently it’s extremist literature, and disapproved of by the establishment, so you know it must be good!

I wish we were apologising for having raised a false alarm. Instead, we face a disability, death, and infertility catastrophe.

You never know who will turn up to listen. This stuff sinks in.

Some hard-hitting truths.

It all comes back to money.

People who give up endless free time to save their fellow man from harm are heroes.

The next generation of freedom fighters. Although she might need a bit of counselling on symbolism!

Repetition, weekend after weekend, drives the message home and undoes the brainwashing from masks and lockdowns.

Literacy in the occult and numerology is critical, even if unfashionable.

There is a real psychological impact of having a group, which breaks the mass psychosis.

They don’t know it yet, but we do it for them.

The anchor message it all hangs off.

Yet so few can see.

Quid erat demonstrandum.

It’s all so sad. I am struggling a bit with the cumulative trauma of the past few years.

Surveillance nation.

Shouldn’t it all be a safe space?

Pawnbrokers, betting shops, charity shops, mortgage advisor, and special credit deals on basics. How could you tell if the usurers took over society?

I hope that gave you a taste of freedom fighter life in the English regions.

Many thanks to those who equipped me with a Fujifilm 23mm 1.4 super duper lens.

Autumn in a local County Durham park.