UFOs - Will they keep us stupid...

To pay their ways?

This week, for the first time in 50 years, the US congress held a meeting on the subject of “Unidentified Aerial Phenomena” - UFOs to you and me - did they spill the beans? Was it more of the same old tired limited hang-outs and demands for funding to prevent phantom threats from unseen potential bogeymen?

YOU DECIDE - SEE HERE

Given what I shared in “Game ‘O’-ver”, I believe that the US and other countries should have a level of mastery of this technology and it beggars belief that there is still a charade going on - unless it would be benefitting group to keep us stupid to “protect sources and methods” and, obviously, for profit for an elite.

If they haven’t worked out how to do it with all of the money spent spanning many decades, they need to learn to spend money better.

“To pay my ways”

Back in 2011, I travelled with my eldest brother Guy, to St. Pauls Cathedral in London, specifically the ‘City of London’ just outside the London Stock Exchange to film him performing a slightly modified version of a song he wrote in the 1990s.

The song is about control of information, the deliberate dumbing down of the population via drugs and media and the progressive removal of people’s rights. It argues that the societal construct is collectively aimed at keeping people stupid and compliant, so that an elite can profit from privileged information.

After the protest, the UK government passed new laws to prevent this kind of protest ever happening again.

Lyrics - Guy Thomas Greenyer

This is not a love song,
this song is a prayer

Now if you're brainy and they can tame ye
Make you sign on the dotted line
They'll keep you silent, when times get violent
Then you realise a National Crime

If you're brainy and they can't tame ye
They'll give you beer and a TV screen
Keep you stupid, lean and hungry
Reduce your rights, till you give in

Keep them stupid keep them hungry
Make them work, till their dying days
Being on top, now that's the beauty
So make them work, to pay my ways

This is not a love song,
this song is a prayer

Now if you're brainy and they have tamed thee
Got you doing, the things you want
Money's glory, just spread the story
Either you have it, or you jolly [lyric change for public, original - bloody] well won't

If there’s a moral to this story
It lies within these city walls [lyric change - ‘City of London’ where protest was being held]
So if you should spring, into a big scene
Please don't laugh at this chorus

Keep them stupid keep them hungry
Make them work, till their dying days
Being on top, now that's the beauty
So make them work, to pay my ways

Keep them stupid keep them hungry
Make them work, till their dying days
Being on top, now that's the beauty
So make them work, to pay my ways