I do not believe that the media is completely controlled by
people who want to manipulate our minds; I know not everybody agrees with me,
but I maintain that it is true. If the media were completely controlled by a
monolithic power-structure which dictates every single thing that comes out of
it then it would have a counter-propositional side to it merely in order not to
make the manipulation too obvious, but it would be very attenuated and insipid;
for any seasoned eye this duplicity would be very transparent. The kinds of
productions I talk about in this article could never happen, see:
http://hpanwo.blogspot.co.uk/2012/03/some-of-them-are-on-our-side.html,
Some programmes are good, some are truly magnificent. Some are bad, some are
very bad... and there are some, like the
one I'm going to review now, that make me think that a brick not used to smash
the TV screen while it is on is a brick wasted on the pointless task of
building.
There is obviously an entire
...and Proud series, clearly made for Channel 5 the same production
team. This is the third. See here for my reviews of
Gypsies on Benefits and Proud:
http://hpanwo-voice.blogspot.co.uk/2014/04/gypsies-on-benefits-and-proud.html,
and
On Benefits and Proud:
http://hpanwo-voice.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/on-benefits-and-proud.html.
The programme opens with a profile of Daljit Singh, known as "Bobby",
an illegal immigrant from
India
who has been in the country almost twenty years, accompanied by a score of
sitar music. The narrator wastes no time getting down to revealing how Bobby
has been in jail four times, costing Mr and Mrs Taxpayer £50,000, and that he
likes it in jail because the food and services are so luxurious, although he
likes to get released so he can watch
EastEnders.
He has no home and sleeps under some bushes in a cemetery when he's not in
prison. He spends his working day stealing, shoplifting and selling his booty
on for drugs; the camera gives us a close-up of his smart, expensive trainers.
Ironically he now wants to return to
India,
but can't because he has ditched his original passport; however he can't
function in the
UK
without complete identity and so lives in Limbo, an Orwellian unperson. He got
some jobs with a new fake passport for a while; it was only health problems
which stopped him working. However he obtained NHS treatment by lying about his
status, at huge cost to the taxpayer, naturally. He has had hip replacements in
an NHS hospital, even though he's only thirty-four, and a skin graft. Most
illegal immigrants in
Britain
come from a holding area in
Calais, France,
a huge favella of lean-to tents full of people from all over the
Third
World waiting for an opportunity to stowaway on the many cross-Channel
ships heading for
England.
One of them, Dawood from
Afghanistan,
gives the cameraman a tour of the camp. Like Peter from
Gypsies, I suspect from his cadence that he can speak better
English than he does in the programme and has been coached to sound "all
foreign like!". All he wants to do is get to the
UK
so he can get his hair styled and have some fish and chips. The method they
often use is to secrete themselves aboard lorries bound for car ferries. This
can involve dangerous actions, like climbing onto the vehicle's axle; many have
been killed in accidents. If the stowaway is caught then the driver is always apportioned
100% of the blame, regardless of the circumstances, and is given an on-the-spot
£2000 per-person fine. One driver says he thinks illegal immigrants when caught
at sea should simply be thrown overboard. His lorry has to go through a myriad
of customs checks, including heartbeat scanners, but this is still not enough
to stop them. In fact two of the programme's contributors from the camp made it
to the
UK by
these means. Saima, a Syrian woman, is a former assistant to a solicitor who
was running a human trafficking business. She was treated badly at work by an
office manager, a Mr Ali, who is now in jail for employing illegal immigrants.
She got the job on false papers and her boss threatened to report her if she
didn't "work like a slave" for almost no pay. The narrator
optimistically points out that there are "new laws" in place to stop
people like Mr Ali. Saima has now claimed political asylum through official
channels; this means she will, of course, receive full benefits. She believes
she deserves this because she had "dreams"; she was a law student who
wanted to become a barrister on the Queen's Council. Like Saima, some illegal
immigrants start off as legal and then outstay their visas, "overstayers"
as they're called. These include some from non-Third World countries like Harley
Miller, and Australian psychotherapist who was previously married to an EU...
not specifically British... resident. She was working in the NHS, but she lost
her entitlement to work when her husband divorced her and her spinster's visa
expired. Her employers, the Department of Health, face dire legal consequences
if they pay anybody like her a day over
that expiration date.
I know what some viewers are thinking while they watch this:
They'll be screaming for vengeance and in desperation: "Stop this!...
Please!... DO something!... I don't care what it is! Put CCTV in toilets with
cameras in the bowls staring up at my arse while I have a shit!... Just please
do something...
anything... to stop
illegal immigration!" And this is exactly what the authorities want to
hear. This is the very reason they coopt the media to produce programmes like
this. I advise everybody look at what David Icke has written about
Problem-Reaction-Solution, see:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4nRrSQs3NbI.
The problem is illegal immigration, the reaction is outrage... what's the solution?
The clues are in the programme: more bureaucracy and official personal
documentation; the database state and the need for constant ID checks to
perform any function in society such as applying for a job, claiming benefits,
gaining a tenancy on a house etc etc etc. The fingerprinting of children at
school, the harvesting of DNA, maybe even the agenda to microchip everybody. We
will need tighter border controls between the rich West and the impoverished
Third
World, what I call the New Iron Curtain, see:
http://hpanwo.blogspot.co.uk/2011/05/immigration-and-new-iron-curtain.html.
These moves will turn the entire Earth into a global concentration camp... but
who cares? At least there'll be no foreign scroungers eh? This is why the UK
Immigration Service is so inefficient. This is why the Border Agency are so
incompetent in stopping illegal immigrants into this country. Some liberals
will tell you that immigration is simply not a problem at all and we should
therefore take no action at all to control it. This is not the opposite of the
reaction; on the contrary, it lays out the very flowerbed in which the solution
can be sown. I do not say that mass-immigration is not a genuine problem, just
that the immigration frying pan can never be so bad that it warrants us jumping
out of it into the fire of the New World Order. The real solution to the problem
of mass immigration, a real problem, can only come from addressing the real
cause. This means we must improve the quality of life in the
Third
World so that people won't want to leave their homelands; after
all, who's going to come to
England
for the weather? Let nobody kid you into thinking that is not possible; it's
actually very easy: Release Third World countries from their economic bondage
through the cancellation of debt and land occupation. End all the manipulated
wars over oil and other resources in these regions. That alone would probably
do the trick, before we even begin delving into the more outlandish elements
like the declassification of Free Energy, see:
http://hpanwo-tv.blogspot.co.uk/2014/05/ben-emlyn-jones-live-at-bufog.html,
and natural farming methods like ORMUS and Terra Preta, see:
http://hpanwo.blogspot.co.uk/2008/06/terra-preta.html.
No progress can ever be made, and great harm will definitely be done, by
anybody who acts on the disgraceful blatant, and yet also subtle, rhetoric of
controlled media travesties like
Illegal
Immigrants and Proud.