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Highly Likely Makes A Sonic Come Back

No, dear readers we are not ~~self flagellating~~, sorry, I meant congratulating ourselves here at Highly Likely News, we merely have been made aware that the ol’ team of Stitch-It Frame-It are on the rampage again.

Honestly you would have thought that Treason May’s stupendous own goal with Skripal would have shown the Western clowns the error of their ridiculous highly likely ways. But no! I-ran proved too soft a target not to miss.

We witness The Orange One jumping up and down, his side kick Pompous shouting foul at the ancient civilisation, formerly known as Mesopotamia, as it stands tall crying “Go Ahead, Make my Day, soulless ones!” This unnerving response demands reinforcements, so our illustrious Bullshitters, led by said Orange One, send their one floating paper Water Mammoth and tell their little cupboard friends in Europe, it is “…highly likely these troublemakers are the villains who targeted our head chopper friends’ oil fields“.

As all good puppets do, the tin pot ‘passed their prime’ muppets jump to attention telling the world it is, indeed, highly likely the Mercan bullshit propaganda is correct. Once again evidence free, confetti filled corroboration is jettisoned into the foray. The UK, France and Germany all sing like canaries a tune so rancid, so unbelievable, they believe their own discords. Uncle BiBi, almost ousted from the arse trap he has commanded for years, screams “I told ya so!”, swinging a blank A3 board awaiting filling with childish diagrammatic nukes’ factories and rag headed maniacs.

As if he had not got himself into enough trouble with teacher back home already, the Orange twin, complete with blond mop, screams out in unison with the Frog Macaroni and Angel Merky: ““It is clear to us that Iran bears responsibility for this attack. There is no other plausible explanation,”

Their joint statement on Monday, after meeting on the sidelines of the UN General Assembly in New York, fell flatter than a flat bagel on 5th Avenue. If Bor-ass felt this might save him from the impending caning he would get from the Head Mistress Lady Hale, he was in for a rude shock to his arrogant self importance.

We can confidently predict it will be highly likely this two month old dopey PM will be recalled to the factory for final downcycling. Final acknowledgement that such an aberration has little or no recycling usefulness left to resurrect.

His sole supporter across the pond faces his own highly likely outcome, as the soap opera of Democrat, Neo-Liberal clowns still believe the mileage, now running on empty, dressed as the barely credible Impeachment Episode rehash will make the necessary denouement. As much as this sorry saga has run and run and run on all channels, including the toilet, a final one last Hurrah! will be imagined, disguised as the “Killer Blow”.

Meanwhile back in former Mesopotamia, a group of wise ones build more readiness and a growing economy, with help from the Sane Team out East and North East. The Head Choppers, in their gingham picnic headgear continue to wet their beds at night knowing full well the gold encrusted plastic sheets beneath them will never serve to save them from ultimate annihilation. Houthis howl hilariously. Lebanese lebenstraum reigns supreme and the Cuckoos in Palestine begin to see the writing on the wall they built to keep out the bothersome, semitic hoards.

Highly Likely, as an offensive form ultimately reveals itself to be the most pristine Karmic weapon of self destruction.

You can almost hear, on a cloudless night, the ululations wafting across the deserts of Iran, as they simultaneously crack against the Eiffel Tower, Big Ben, shooting onwards through the Brandenburg Gate and scoring a direct hit on Capitol Hill. The eons old message delivers itself, no thanks to social media:

“Bring it On, Suckers, this Cradle of Civilisation is Ready to Teach You Ignorant Kids Another Lesson, Once Again”

The Terrorism of Lies – Truth Ejected From The Room

Impunity in never being transparent, open and honest is a reward much lauded in a Kingdom of Lies and an accepted modern day Droit du seigneur: the difference being they get to f**k us all over . When rulers subvert truth furthering the cause of wielding greater control and power over the masses, there can exist no democracy worth its name. Those declaring themselves true representatives of democracy, while lying down with the most disingenuous pathocracies, merely exhibit their true colours.

Leaders lie, deceive and encourage belief and trust in the utterly unacceptable and unbelievable. Their protestations backed, encouraged and supported by a media machine, itself a producer of the most blatant, wild untruths and propaganda. For a people barely living outside the confines of inured penury, poverty and delusional, distracted existence, any straw of misplaced hope or relief becomes the scent of a bitch on heat.

Our present age of falsehood on steroids fosters abject repudiation of sanity by the simpleminded, ill informed and those patently eager to follow party lines. Passivity offers a warm blanket of slavery, seen as benefit. The headline read, content ignored merely increases gullibility and vulnerability of humans eager to be led to the slaughter.

In the UK such blind adherence leads us inexorably into further, deeper chaos, greater restrictions and the potential for a very abject state of martial law. In the States the utter dumbing down of a population overfed on poison in diet, environment and information leads an already dead corpse of a nation into total decay.

Within the failed experiment that was the EU we witness the chaos of a European continent ready and willing to set upon each others’ throats through proxy refugees and ‘foreign’ elements made such pawns through the criminals’ wars of attrition and take over – seeding a greater chaos.

Truth is run out of saloon, bar, community, town and country faster than a hypersonic missile. Anyone brandishing facts and truth, any contrary version of official truth within pretty much most contexts, are lampooned, vilified, neutered and crucified – not necessarily in that order. With modern communication controlled globally by a very narrow elite, objective awareness stands at the nexus of destruction and denial.

So where does hope feature in all this? Alive in many an outlaw’s heart and soul for sure, it stands lonely and bereft. They say hope is the last to die, so are we witnessing a slow, painful and lingering death?

Unfortunately, the stakes have been driven so deep into the hearts of the just, any life saving seems an impossible mountain to climb. Yet it is always in the numbers that victory and the problem will be not only be solved, but won.

It is said Math is behind the universe. It is its central operating system. So to focus down from the greater picture of the universe to our small, chaotic interpretation of humanity, we, the Many, will always outnumber the Few. Our voice is far louder, far stronger far more able to raise victory than the squeaks, squarks and farting of the Few. No matter how rich they might appear to be, no matter how many weapons they raise against us, they can never kill us all. They will never win, though our sacrifice could be monstrous!

Yes, there will be pain, a great deal of it. That is the price for not awakening sooner. However, those who know the stakes, the score, the challenges, will rise to it, raise others and we shall see the back of the most putrid arses in history, let alone in our history, smitten.

There will be a time, not so distant, when Truth will march back in glory into the room and say:

“I own us all!”

The Empire Falls – The Reality Show Lingers

Listening this morning to an ex UK Ambassador pontificate as to how there is nothing that will be forthcoming from the meeting between Putin and Kim, I was aghast at his arrogance and assertion that Russia is a minnow in the whole affair. He stated categorically that all Putin was scrabbling for was a seat at a table far larger than the side table he operated at present.

That a representative of an established hornet’s nest of delusional power, spent force and limpet to days and centuries gone by can offer such bilge merely shows to anyone with one eye, two working ears and a brace of brain cells we have at our head a coterie of sore losers, blank firing opportunists who still cling to the belief they rule the world.

In some aspects you could argue they have a few strings that are able to alter process by selective pulling, yet what is far more worrying is the dissemination of this bullshit is soaked up by a ponerised, psychologically renditioned public who take these sorts of statements as fact, not fiction as they plainly are. They have long ago left their critical faculties in the rest room of life, to be flushed at will by anyone but themselves.

The Western world is in a sorry pit of wilful and undisturbed ignorance. It has been so soaked in distractions and forced into having eyes taken off all balls of consequence. Like some mad dog it jerks a collective head from side to side in unending movements tiring it instantaneously. This leaves it glued to information portals merely instructing it in the most childish and patronising way to keep calm and get on with little things of little and no consequence.

At the same time this headless voice encourages the populace to remember “We’re all in it together”, thus the suffering of even greater austerities for that rainbow arrival around the corner in Never Never Land is imperative. Like sheep the people buy it, in spite of that cell within telling them it is bullshit. The desire for compliance, a roof over the head and a quiet life overrides this weak spark every time.

As for our doughty ambassador, his minders in the Foreign Office and Tel Aviv merely place him aside and roll on another propagandist head. The flow on a 24 hour rolling news agenda is infinite thus doubling up is considered affirmation and Highly Likely confirms divine truth.

On social media the overt amount of idiots repeating such lies and propaganda as evidence of truth is so depressing as to make any critical thinking, sane awakened mind despair. Yet the urge to cry truth and reality is so strong as to never allow desperation to override vocal and written cries of “Watch Out!”, “Follow the Money!” and “Wake Up!”

When we are forced to live in a time where daily, hourly, minute by minute we have to endure the spectacle of a defunct system grinding itself into terminal seizure, it can be wearisome. Groundhog Day becomes Paradise compared with this torturous path.

Personally I am sick of pointing out the bloody obvious.

I am tired of so many suggesting there is a middle way, a path of tolerant concession. Meeting the psychopath half way shows just how delusional, ill informed and La La Land inhabited people have become.

Our spiritual leaders, who themselves to a great extent are part of the problem advise tolerance and time. Tolerance is a magnificent must have in the array of humanity’s tool kit, yet it takes something far stronger to rid ourselves of the pestilence that is the popular priesthood of political, financial and corporate chicanery. As for time, well I shall just leave that thought there as to how effective it has been so far.

Compassion in its true form is a towering human quality, yet judgment and I mean the judgement through human natural law on the raft of illegality vomited on us, in order to bury us all, is something humankind can render on its like well before any supernal judgement may or may not pass its own.

It is pretty simple from an over view to render basic human values as pointers to adhere and guide us all. It is a totally other challenge to educate all to not only learn them but practice them as founding principles of life. The inter-knitted confusion designed around the utter travesty and incomprehensible divisions pounded into us all, ascribed and authorised as lending a fairer and more just interrelationship with each and everyone is as usual created to form exactly its opposite – rank division leading to far, far easier manipulation.

It becomes more and more efficacious and likely Nature is called to bring on Her big guns of decimation, perhaps annihilation, which has been proven time and again curative to clear the slate, giving yet another chance for those surviving the process to try again. That is Nature’s essential tolerance and compassion in action and like everything else in Her world something we humans must, for our salvation and education, learn to action so we may ultimately interrelate interdependently and connect with Nature our most truthful and honest mentor and wisdom guide.

It is fascinating to observe that when faced with how to translate in the Greek biblical texts the word Hermatia, a term in archery for missing the mark and thus encouraging trying again, the great manipulated scholars of our West chose the word sin as its translation. We all know where that has led us, yet how much more compassionate, empathic and supportive things might have been had there been true enlightenment at that point.

Ah! there’s the rub!

Otherwise it honestly looks like the only way forward is Boom! Bye!! Start from scratch!

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About the Author:

Jonathan L. Trapman

Author and photographer writing since aged 9 and photographer since aged 16. A professional career as photojournalist, working for some of the top titles in Fleet Street among them the London Times, Daily Express and a very short and boring stint with the Sun newspaper, swiftly exposed him to the propaganda and half truths demanded from photo/journalists in the ‘70s and 80s. Deciding his soul to be worth more than shekels earned from the news rooms of corporate cronyism, he went on to become one of the industry’s foremost photographers. He enjoyed getting to know the world, its peoples and a far wider vision of life on earth on others’ behalf and at others’ expense. He has appeared on TV and radio including the BBC, France Inter and online radio. Invited to speak at creative and literary conferences across the globe, in early 2012, in partnership with his wife, having accomplished several translations of foreign writers they made the first ever English translation, in over 900 years, of 11th century Sufi founder and mystic saint Hoja Ahmed Yassawi’s Diwani Hikmet (Divine Wisdom)poetry and sacred verse. Currently he is working on a 7 volume opus The Freedom Cycle, Dreams and Realities being the first, now published.

GUEST AUTHOR

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UK in Meltdown as Snow Falls Continue in Micro Millimetres

A few centimetres of snow having fallen across a variety of UK counties has given the Government serious fodder to accelerate their Project Fear into the arena of greatest UK interest – the weather and its chatterations.

Doom mongers, weather exaggerators, news talking heads and government ministers all plough in and add their take on disaster of the wrong snow, the inconvenience of a spattering of flakes and other variables seen outside the UK as minor irritants.

Snowflakes are the new terrorists. Not the leftist kind. Oh, no, this is the weather variant that has come to be so unpredictable in its winter anomalies as to challenge the legitimacy of the global warming narrative. A projected global warming of hellish proportions looks in danger of being outed as the Fakest of fake news. As the climate change narrative goes south and an inconvenient Polar Vortex rolls in from the North, winter has been thoroughly disengaged and placed in its new compartment of Highly Unlikely/unable to be prevented/unforeseen disaster.

A minor inconvenience for Russian commuters

Due to the severe winters the Russian Federation endures many in the sterile manipulated press are blaming the Russians for raining down snow at such a profound depth of inconvenience as to be aggressive . Little did their lack of research show that centimetres of snow in Russia are considered Spring, not winter.

As that path of propaganda melts, the usual suspects fall back on the disastrous effect the Labour government’s management in office ten or fifteen years ago has now rolled over and caused the unforeseen headaches of no infrastructure to deal with present misery.

As snowploughs remain idle, all three of them, and the country searches the deepest parts of its pockets to fund the construction and implementation of better proactive measures, everyone sinks deeper into a slurry of almost visible snow.

Drivers on the main motorway arteries stop to admire snowfall as queues behind them decide travel to be impossible against this slight inconvenience. Panic ensues as TV cameras convey via portable satellite dishes, the utter stupidity that has come to define the British public when road surfaces get wet and pet vehicles become a smidgen dirty from inclement backsplash.

Weather forecasters multiply and become the latest pundit of choice. Mother Nature says “Fuck It!” and chills the North American continent enough to wake the sleepy dozy population to a natural truth – Winter can be cold.

In the British Isles stoic types gather a few logs and head for home. Idiots leave their vehicle doors open to elements soon to pervade the inner sanctums of metallic retreat. Government ministers churlishly appeal to all pavement sleepers and those unable to afford a roof over their heads to knuckle down, remind themselves we are all in it together and ” to effin’ get a job instead of wingeing.

Across the Channel the thirteenth weekend of strife and revolution pointedly tells Macron he cannot claim to be apart of the Gilets Jaunes movement on his claims he needs more income himself like they do.

An early February weekend looks like turning colder as people freeze out more bullshit from their leaders.

Bring on the cold I say, perhaps we shall instigate change quicker that way!

GUEST AUTHOR: Santa Claus:
Residing slightly north of north of the border. Living among a motley crew of height-challenged wee folk, he has for centuries offered make believe and presents to all those who historically have once having believed, thrown such fairy tales away during adolescence and come to believe in The Magic Bullet, the Tory Charity Party and being able to enter and exit at will, by dint of having been the foremost empire a couple of centuries ago, the European continent.

A note about the GUEST AUTHOR

In Out and Shake It All About – More Eeyore than EU

In the UK we are in unprecedented territory, as they keep telling us.

The log jam of all log jams of Parliament is crippling us all in real time. Stagnation is the unrepeated word. Futility is rampant. Sense has disappeared. The perfect division of a nation having taken decades perfecting is upon us. Shouting matches between each camp with Leavers, Remainers and that utterly ignored camp – those that Abstained.

If truth be told full square and central the vote was not a definitive LEAVE from the British people it was in approximate percentages thus:

Remain: 16,141,000
Leave : 17,410,000
Abstain: 13,000,000

That so many abstained, which includes a minute 25K of spoiled or blank votes, usually a sign of defiance, makes the colour of the so called victory a very knife edged nuance. Not the absolute will of the British people. A fact we have been bludgeoned to believe is.

Filled with so many lies, obfuscations and slants to defame any opposition to the reality that this whole exercise was enabled to create chaos followed by even more draconian lock downs, illustrates the precise way the deep state/elite works to control a nation. The shining light in all this, by way of Labour’s desire to focus people on the travesty of austerity, poverty of the masses, inequality driven stake like into the heart of the nation has been the adamant and attempted crucifixion of sanity by slander, mendacity and outright hatred of the greater good and needs of the people.

Winnie the Pooh has been an iconic fable and children’s tale replete with idealistic representation of a country wrapped in its very own security blanket, served as countryside English romanticism. Yet within it we have Eeyore, the ass of the fable utter educational insights well worthy of reminder.

On people:

“No brain at all, some of them [people], only grey fluff that’s blown into their heads by mistake, and they don’t think.”

Hysterical, repetitive rubbish repeated often enough creates in those of unused intelligence mantras supporting their own rubbish rhetoric. The country has been moulded into both large and small groups of dimwits, who if furnished a decent education, support and encouragement could well have added to their CVs a large dose of critical thinking. However as we are all aware an educated, intelligent, self thinking population is the very enemy of State control necessary in maintaining compliance actively and vibrant.

Eeyore, even in his debased state of being recognises motive and action.

“How did you fall in, Eeyore?” asked Rabbit, as he dried him with Piglet’s handkerchief.
“I didn’t,” said Eeyore.
“But how–”
“I was BOUNCED,” said Eeyore.
“Oo,” said Roo excitedly, “did somebody push you?”
“Somebody BOUNCED me. I was just thinking by the side of the river–thinking, if any of you know what that means–when I received a loud BOUNCE.”
“Oh, Eeyore!” said everybody.
“Are you sure you didn’t slip?” asked Rabbit wisely.
“Of course I slipped. If you’re standing on the slippery bank of a river, and somebody BOUNCES you loudly from behind, you slip. What did you think I did?”

We have all been bounced into this predicament by a vile, wily and scurrilous group of schemers whose self interests are as huge as their egos. Care for the majority zero and the whitewashing of compassion with warm words their decades old signature trade. The poverty of it is most people have bought it hook, line and sinker. That British phlegm and stiff upper lip has turned to bite us on the butt. We have shown the world what a sorry bunch of has- beens we ever were. Empire exposed for its mendacious, self serving rapaciousness of rape, pillage and imposition of servitude, dressed neatly as educating, uplifting the native from primitive life. What turns out to be primitive are their methods and actions. This empire never died, it merely transmuted itself into the hydra of dissonance we all are blasted and spout.

“I didn’t bounce, I coughed,” said Tigger crossly.
“Bouncy or coffy, it’s all the same at the bottom of the river.”

As we head all and sundry to the bottom, the main lifeboat is attacked from every side with the fear and warning it is a depth charge waiting to explode and sink us all. Such arrant denial of our dire predicament is as huge a lie as the porkies spun us throughout the campaign for Brexit. With a country so divided and the abstention voice silenced from the get go, people imagine we all had a choice. We did but not the one we thought we had. It was choice as revolver to the head – to pull the trigger ourselves or have it pulled for us.

In his self effacing way of self reflection Eeyore identifies traits etched as truth:

Eeyore, the old grey Donkey, stood by the side of the stream, and looked at himself in the water.
“Pathetic,” he said. “That’s what it is. Pathetic.”
He turned and walked slowly down the stream for twenty yards, splashed across it, and walked slowly back on the other side. Then he looked at himself in the water again.
“As I thought,” he said. “No better from this side. But nobody minds. Nobody cares. Pathetic, that’s what it is.”
There was a crackling noise in the bracken behind him, and out came Pooh.
“Good morning, Eeyore,” said Pooh.
“Good morning, Pooh Bear,” said Eeyore gloomily. “If it is a good morning,” he said. “Which I doubt,” said he.
“Why, what’s the matter?”
“Nothing, Pooh Bear, nothing. We can’t all, and some of us don’t. That’s all there is to it.”
“Can’t all what?” said Pooh, rubbing his nose.
“Gaiety. Song-and-dance. Here we go round the mulberry bush. …I’m not complaining, but there it is.”

That the good people of this country do not complain is a serious flaw in our collective mindset. Our cousins across the Channel (we were inseminated by the Conqueror’s hordes) know a pretty revolution when they create one. We would be wise to learn their flair for revolt as it is more and more obvious this is what is needed. The old sore that “We are British and don’t do it that way” is the poorest of poor indoctrinations we have seared into our furrowed minds.

“They’re funny things, Accidents. You never have them till you’re having them.”

The sadness is that this ‘accident’ is entirely of our own making yet most are clueless as to this truth. So easy, far better to follow our leaders’ example and blame someone else, some other circumstance we had little or no say in. Such crass ignorance and denial deserves the full force of consequences we have ourselves taken us into, with no mercy, so we can learn from the pain and suffering we have drawn to ourselves.

Suffering is life’s gift to each and everyone of us. While we do not learn and embrace this reality we just suffer ever more.

As Eeyore so effectively says and so poignant to us English who have created a god of it….

“Don’t blame me if it rains.”

Jonathan L. Trapman

Author and photographer writing since aged 9 and photographer since aged 16. Beginning his professional career as a photojournalist, working for some of the top titles in Fleet Street among them the London Times, Daily Express and a very short and boring stint with the Sun newspaper., he became exposed to the amount of propaganda and half truths demanded from photo/journalists in the ‘70s and 80s. Deciding his soul was worth more than shekels earned from the news rooms of corporate cronyism, he went on to become one of the industry’s foremost photographers. He enjoyed getting to know the world, its peoples and a far wider vision of life on earth on others’ behalf and at others’ expense. He has appeared on TV and radio including the BBC, France Inter and online radio. Invited to speak at creative and literary conferences across the globe, in early 2012, in partnership with his wife, having accomplished several translations of foreign writers they made the first ever English translation, in over 900 years, of 11th century Sufi founder and mystic saint Hoja Ahmed Yassawi’s Diwani Hikmet (Divine Wisdom) poetry and sacred verse. Currently he is working on a 7 volume opus The Freedom Cycle, Dreams and Realities being the first.

GUEST AUTHOR

US Itching for War – This Will End Badly For Them

The US have created a whisper campaign proposing the intent to create a naval blockade around Russia. This would stop oil and energy imports and exports. It will also be a blatant act of war.

Russia has always said that it will only respond when its people, economy and country is placed in mortal danger. The US/UK and its puppet allies seem stupid enough to poke the bear in a place which will backfire on them terminally.

The US considering taking its embargo regime against Russia, which it stupidly misclassifies as ‘sanctions’, and ramping that up into a physical military blockade of Russian ports and underwater pipelines spells disaster.

Western countries have continuously accused Russia its activity in the Middle East is aimed at imposing control over energy resources in the area, yet what is proposed by the USA is precisely that.

It is what the US, Britain and France have been doing since the 1900s. Such jaw dropping hypocrisy seems to be the modus operandi of the Western powers in these heady days of lunacy.

Ryan Zinke

Speaking at an event in Pittsburgh on Friday, US Interior Secretary Ryan Zinke said the US Navy could block Russia if necessary to prevent Moscow from controlling power supplies in the Middle East.

Aleksei Pushkov

Zinke’s recent remarks produced a reaction in Moscow. Russian Senator Aleksei Pushkov commented on the words of the American secretary and opined that “besides being stupid, it is a threat that, if fulfilled, would become a declaration of war, as stipulated by international standards.”

Responding to the question of how the US should deal with Russia and Iran, Zinke further added when questioned as to how the US would deal with this by saying: “There are two ways”.

He then proceeded to explain that there was an economic and a military option.

Last week, Energy Secretary Rick Perry reiterated that sanctions against the Russian pipeline Nord Stream II could still be adopted.

It seems incomprehensiblly stupid to bait a superpower purely to make statements supporting the divine right of one state to wield over the rest of the world. The reality we are witnessing is the utter decrepit neutered state of an empire exhausted at point of delivery. When that empire is in the hands of psychopaths and the criminally insane the whole world needs to look out for the resultant blowback.

All the while the UK government, itself driven into a dead end, seems intent on handing over all the ‘family silver’ to the US as it hurries to send the departing EU member into the chill of the North Sea and Atlantic. Its minister for the armed forces, Gavin Williamson childishly and dangerously rants and threatens a country that has a military that is so way more advanced and could if goaded enough wipe the islands off the map.

Perhaps the financial crisis in the US and the disaster awaiting the UK on Brexit both have the same get out clause in mind. Blow each country to smithereens and head for the bunkers. It would seem the fate within those bunkers is going to be the same as the fate of Adolf Hitler whom both parties seem to enjoy modelling their rule on.

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