All posts by !!! TRUTH EXCITES !!!

A libertarian artist, poet, performer and blogger, I love music, and the expressive liberty afforded by understanding -- epitomised by Europe's Romantic legacy, though sadly threatened by EU diktat.

!!! WITHOUT TRUMP !!! AIMLESS MAY’S BRITISH DECAY, AS FOOTNOTE PM TURNS TRAITOR !!!

Amidst the woes of Teresa May’s Soft Brexit betrayal, Britain needs the executive muscle of Trump’s ideological intellect.

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Trump’s MAGA momentum is sorely needed in Britain now.

The island monarchy’s suspicion of ideological liberty entrenches its expensive and irrational deference to the establishment, supporting destructive Ancienne Regimes, both dynastic and bureacratic.

The ‘whet’ Tory Left — the UK’s establishment Rino’s — are epitomised by PM Teresa May and Chancellor Philip Hammond. Their aimlessness creates incompetence through inconsistency, as opportunism sees them ever on the back foot. Where Trump takes chances to reach his real goals, of sovereignty, liberty and prosperity, May simply patches holes to keep power.

Her patrician desire to destroy the Brexit that she is briefed to implement, that could see the UK needlessly and farcically tethered to the EU’s back door, sits in miserable contrast to Trump’s winning determination in foreign dealings, powered by authenticity of aim, and palpable depth of self-belief.

Britain’s Remainer MPs, whose career options often benefit from absorption by the EU, yesterday openly fêted May, this most complacent of cheats — after she had told a powerful Tory group, the ‘1922 Committee’, that a ‘no confidence’ vote (the mechanism for ousting her) would let Laboour in through the Tory split.

Coming from the author of the turgid treachery that has caused the split, that is rich — and ironic, since it is May, not her yearned for departure, that will see the Tories stamped to a muddy pulp at the next UK election.

Trump’s integrity, robust intent and remarkable executive efficiency have spread, even further, the global people power that elected him. If Britain’s Tories care for themselves, let alone their Brexit promise to democracy, they might recognise that this awakening force is better on their side.

That should be reason enough to eject their aimless and incompetent though destructively tenacious leader for someone with intelligence, principal and courage — before her brief period of failure harms the country for decades or centuries.

 

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!!! SADE ROMANCE: EROS HERALDS MOONLIT POP’S PRESSING PULSE !!!

!!! Happy Birthday, Lady Gaga …

… from #TruthExcites.com !!!

For a decade, Lady Gaga’s electric echoes have enchanted their small hours watch — over the sepia dawn of synth-ribbed, 21st Century feminism.

They have tuned airwaves and dancefloors to female sexual empowerment. The fine art of her pop music’s Freudian symmetry rings profoundly, and thus accessibly; distilling dreams that enrich a mass subconscious with sado-romance. Borne on her Renaissance chords, from Hecate’s underground to the enlightened prominence of Venus’ starry heights, melody has freed minds!

Truth wishes her, and all sirens, the lithe freedom of the sea, which breathes their curving beat …

… and shares #BeatingDreams.com’s signature poem, #EternalRhythm, as tribute to her heady night-beat.

Eternal Rhythm

On a floating, natal, purple whine,
with a dulcet heartbeat’s four-four power,
vocals fly and soar and climb:
hugging sadness, hour by hour;

mixing memories; tickling dreams,
that die in crash-linked laser bursts,
as ident heaven flips the scene,
but keeps the beats from last to first;

as sound drives on,
from life to life:
from fast to slow,
from dark to light;

to dark and deep;
where synths awaken ancient sleep,
which gives its breath
for hungry sirens’ liquid death;

born this way,
to drown in song;
to be the flesh, the food, the thong:

to serve the curve,
and feel the beat:
to quiver, plucked:
to be the meat.

Jingles echo-scratch the rhyme.
Notes free thinking, leaping trips.
Pop is soul, and music, time:
eternal rhythm breathes Smash Hits…

Copyright Jonathan Graham, 2013

Photo image courtesy of FanPop.com — no rights claimed by TruthExcites.com

Video of Lady Gaga and Bad Romance courtesy of YouTube.com — no rights claimed by TruthExcites.com

!!! FROM LAPLAND WITH LOVE: FELICE PASCUA E FELICE PRIMAVERA !!!

Thankyou Sun, for shining heat and light and fun for so, so long:
you cooked the street’s pneumatic beat;
you blessed the coke, and loved the throng!
you scorched Ibiza’s nineties decks,
as Twentieth Century lovers kissed:
the planet’s pulse at solar max,
on febrile, shimmering, sultry mist.

Such galactic nuclear power –
which breathes the oak
from seed to tower –
doesn’t know or give a toss
what Al Gore says our fuel should cost.

Twentieth Century ice was melted
by the hyperactive sun:
not us, nor cars, nor gas emitted,
nor by Bernie Ecclestone!

CO2 can’t warm the air –
and blaming it just isn’t fair!
Released by cars and warm conditions,
levels grow with each ignition,
up and up – yet, now, temps fall,
as brilliant Helios sets to stall.

As the fiery orb gets tired,
turns down its dial,
and chills a while,
the Earth cools, too:
its glaciers grow,
and blizzards blow –
through schools of fools,
who sit and chat about the heat –
numbed to thought by self-deceit,
as fatal frost
now scores new veins through glass and ice,
confounding myths of sweaty vice.

1645 was cold,
when shivers froze
the floods of old!
Decades died and winters grew,
with sunspots gone and summers too;
The Bank of Engand crept to life,
in frozen 1690s strife.
Now, round we come, the same again:
more summer lows and winter snow.

“You’re all to blame”, shout Warmist priests.
“We warned you of the Sooty Beast:
Until we steam in Hell (as planned)
Your life is cold – for summer’s damned!”

“…But this cold snap is just a trap,
while the arctic leaves the map –
melting into murky depths,
thus cooling flows that warmed the West:
changing weather patterns fast,
so ‘barbE’ summers never last!”

“You must”, they say, “pay carbon dues,
and sponsor windmills, built on cue –
for now, the answer’s blowing in”,
(as birds are smashed by blades that spin):
power comes from ghostly towers –
unless it’s calm for several hours,
while UNocrats debate the fate
of the world they didn’t make –

“whatever happens, it’s CO2:
it’s from your car – and so from you!”
They want your taxes – and your fear:
more and more of them, each year.
They’ve spun a yarn of humid sweat:
full of guilt and wretched sorrow.
“Now? The freeze – but soon the heat,
coming: ‘The Day After Tomorrow’…”

We knew extremist vicars quit
when they outlawed burning witches;
now coal exorcists get hits
with oppressive science fiction.

Ignore their hogwash and rejoice!
We’re Walking on the Earth tonight!
See history made, as ‘Arctic blasts’
whisper bicentennial flight,
of Nordic flakes, to drifts that last,
like myriad sparkling Christmas lights;
which lift the soul,
to twist and soar
through Solar Cycle Twenty Four;
which fly the flag for windblown white –
and heated soup and howling nights!

The Sun will chill for many years –
half a lifetime, it appears!

So sod the cheats who want your cash
to fund their G8 climate bash –
their pamplets as from brothers grim:
fraud, through fantasies of sin,
from Western witchdoctors,
who need
to blackmail people to succeed;
who yearn
to make us all believe
in blame and debt, and more regret –
that we be cowed
to pay and bow:
and never try to fathom how
a gas which once ruled frozen Earth
can now purvey a steaming curse:

or how the jetstream’s winding path —
that freezes Greece with Finland’s laugh,
as geomagnetised bends twist
from solar slumber’s cosmic waves,
and stoop 3,000 miles to kiss
Alaskan Frost to Everglades —
can vindicate said Man Made Warming,
when its models need stream flat
and pole-shifted, sliding storming
winds, from tropics, to cold lats,

in imagined, bake-faked scam,
that moves sea-lows a country North,
so counter-clockwise cyclone strands
the Eastern beasts on arctic course –
and Europe sleeps in Irish sauna,
West wind-washed, from system’s base:
drowning Christmas crystals, born to
sharpen land with frozen lace —

Yet even as the BEEB’s false heads
still blackmail joy with vulpine cries,
storm-lows are whipping South instead,
their East wind wake inviting glide
of feathered, Baltic gems that watch
the streets that, long, knew only damp,
which stamped the sleet to road-stained blotch,
and soaked, to dark, night’s moon-flaked lamp —
yet, frigid, marvelling, now inhale
the breath of Beast, as stir of white:
a silent cold that, vacuum-baled,
dries the coast with azure light —
whose herald-flakes dry gravity,
and dance, as wind-larks of the morning:
crystal witnesses, that free
world consciousness that cold is dawning;
swooping, bouncing,
soaring up,
as ghosts that hang in causal still;
Siberian dry, that lies, uncut,
in easy, fractal proof of chill,
as visitors from Starjik’s slopes,
whose flux is orchestra of truth,
and drawn, thus West, by vacuum volts,
of #MiniIceAge patterns’ proof.

Showered with sparks of drifting dreams,
a small ice-age starts now, it seems!
So power walks with wind-rapped layers,
and dance with huskies’ bright eyed runs!
Diamond mist, for years, will flare
with frigid holograms of fun!

We’ll rejoice in Helios’ lore,
and surf the snow, and live the show,
of Solar Cycle Twenty Four —
go go go GO !!!

 

Copyright Jonathan Graham, 2014

 

!!! FROM LAPLAND WITH LOVE !!!

Ignore their hogwash and rejoice!
We’re Walking on the Earth tonight!
See history made, as ‘Arctic blasts’
whisper bicentennial flight,
of Nordic flakes, to drifts that last,
like myriad sparkling Christmas lights;
which lift the soul,
to twist and soar
through Solar Cycle Twenty Four;
which fly the flag for windblown white –
and heated soup and howling nights!

The Sun will chill for many years –
half a lifetime, it appears!

So sod the cheats who want your cash
to fund their G8 climate bash –
their pamplets as from brothers grim:
fraud, through fantasies of sin;
from Western witchdoctors,
who need
to blackmail people to succeed;
who yearn
to make us all believe
in blame and debt, and more regret –
that we be cowed
to pay and bow,
and never try to fathom how
a gas, which once ruled frozen Earth,
can now purvey a steaming curse:

or how the jetstream’s winding path —
that freezes Greece with Finland’s laugh,
as geomagnetised bends twist
from solar slumber’s cosmic waves,
and stoop 3,000 miles to kiss
Alaskan Frost to Everglades —
can vindicate said Man Made Warming,
when its models need stream flat,
and pole-shifted, sliding storming
winds, from tropics, to cold lats;

in imagined, bake-faked scam,
that moves sea-lows a country North,
so counter-clockwise cyclones strand
the Eastern beasts on arctic course –
and Europe sweats in Irish sauna,
West wind-washed, from system’s base:
drowning Christmas crystals, born to
sharpen land with frozen lace —

Yet even as the BEEB’s false heads
still blackmail joy with vulpine cries,
storm-lows are whipping South instead,
as East wind wake invites the glide
of feathered, Baltic gems that watch
the streets that, long, knew only damp;
that stamped the sleet to road-stained blotch,
and soaked, to dark, night’s moon-flaked lamp —

yet, frigid, marvelling, now inhale
the breath of Beast, as stir of white:
a silent cold that, vacuum-baled,
dries the coast with azure light —
whose herald-flakes dry gravity,
and dance, as wind-larks of the morning:
crystal witnesses, that free
world consciousness that cold is dawning;
swooping, bouncing,
soaring up,
as ghosts that hang in causal still;
Siberian dry, that lies, uncut,
in easy, fractal proof of chill;
as visitors from Starjik’s slopes,
whose flux is orchestra of truth,
and drawn, thus West, by vacuum volts,
of MiniIceAge patterns’ proof.

Ski the freezing, drifting dream:
a small ice age starts now, it seems!
Fetch your coat and scarf and sledge!
Dance with huskies’ bright eyed fun!
Sparkling frost for years is pledged –
diamond holograms to stun!

We’ll rejoice in Helios’ lore,
and surf the snow, and live the show,
of Solar Cycle Twenty Four –
go go go GO!!!

Copyright Jonathan Graham, 2014

!!! FROST AND BRIMSTONE: the cold desperation of #ClimateChangeCalvernism !!!

1645 was cold,
when shivers froze
the floods of old!
Decades died and winters grew,
with sunspots gone and summers too;
The Bank of Engand crept to life,
in frozen 1690s strife.
Now, round we come, the same again:
more summer lows and winter snow.

“You’re all to blame”, shout Warmist priests.
“We warned you of the Sooty Beast:
Until we steam in Hell (as planned)
Your life is cold – for summer’s damned!”

“…But this cold snap is just a trap,
while the arctic leaves the map –
melting into murky depths,
thus cooling flows that warmed the West:
changing weather patterns fast,
so ‘barbE’ summers never last!”

“You must”, they say, “pay carbon dues,
and sponsor windmills, built on cue –
for now, the answer’s blowing in”,
(as birds are smashed by blades that spin):
power comes from ghostly towers –
unless it’s calm for several hours,
while UNocrats debate the fate
of the world they didn’t make –

Copyright Jonathan Graham, 2013

!!! NATIONALISM’S FREED MARKETS UNSTICK GLOBALISM’S MONOPOLIST GRAVITY !!!

After Daniel Hannan’s condemnation of CPAC’s inclusion of Marion Le Pen as a conference speaker, #TruthExcites argues that economic nationalism, like hers and Trump’s, safeguards true competition against globalist stagnation — and restores the self-love which powers any economy; yet which has been eroded in the West by the globalist Left.

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To some free-market conservatives, like Britain’s MEP Daniel Hannan, Trumpism’s flaw is its protectionist economic nationalism: a potential driver of US inflation, reducer of natural, open market innovations, and harbinger of political movements driven by negative populist fear, and not positive, pioneering vision. Despite Trump’s rainbow-pragmatism — inclusive of all success and ambition — they also think it has Nationalist-Socialist overtones.

This view says, rightly, that inter-business competition improves standards; yet overlooks the global dictatorship of any free trading corporation that dwarfs and controls governments, in a fusion of big business and international über-government: the definition of fascism.

Like the world banking system and the UN, it stamps its dogmatic global gridiron down into formerly sovereign governments.

If a few companies grow to a quasi world government, we need nationalism, instead, to save competition, via domestic tax cuts and increasing civic freedom.

Trump’s so-called trade-war plans will not only restore competition between governments — and with it civic choice for all who must remain on this planet — they will also redress the balance of a global economy which was stoking future, developing world inflation through pointless, socialism-driven, US-penalising policies — notably the carbon CO2Ntaxes, of which our cooling climate makes an annual mockery.

More fundamentally, Trump’s wisdom starts on a Jungian level.

Built into the world’s anti-American economic policies was a diffuse, opaque and penetrating decree by the globalist Left that the West must feel guilty for its human success; that it must hate itself. As any psychologist will tell us, self-hatred makes loving others impossible.

Western self-hatred thus makes creating, giving, selling, and economic growth impossible, too.

It is not only Marion Le Pen’s and Donald Trump’s socio-economic literacy that gives them an ideological purism close to the mellow, globalism-wary tones of Rand Paul: it is the fact that this socio-economic literacy is founded in psychology — and that the fundamental driver of any human economy is the people’s minds.

A world populous fettered by guilt is miserable and needy. But free-thinking people, liberated by competition between neighbouring governments, can love themselves.

Civic pride’s giving wealth will be a people-powered gift to the world.

Copyright TruthExcites.com 2018

Brexit’s House Globalist Daniel Hannan Slams CPAC for Marion Marechal Attendance bit.ly/2ow8UZf

!!! MET POLICE !!!

Coy, Warmist Met Office actively play down the UK and Europe’s March snow and cold. In trying to police the spring’s cold narrative so far, and with patronising globalist authority, they dismissed a news presenter’s natural exclamation at his experience of the West Country’s Easterly windchill — telling him to “put his car heater on” …

… if only those frozen out by green energy CO2NTAXES could do the same.

This attempt to “warm the rhetoric” happened even as other warmists made everyone CONFUSED.CO2N by trying to say the bent jetstream freeze was caused by flat jetstream warming.

What will they do if we get another #BeastForEaster ??? ❄🌃🌒