Article by Alex Gordon

What have trains got to do with it?

The invention of the steam engine revolutionised social history. Before railways were invented people rarely travelled beyond their home town or village, and if they did, it meant an uncomfortable and expensive journey in a horse-drawn carriage, a long horse-ride, or an arduous walk.

With the coming of the railways, the country was opened up cheaply and efficiently, and for the first time people could visit the coast, thus seaside resorts sprung up and expanded. All the British seaside resorts, which we know today, owe their existence to the expansion of the railway system.

Freight could be moved in large quantities. Industry thrived, and when the railways were at their height the country enjoyed a golden age of communication and commerce. The people who ran the railways were proud of their work, and the various companies competed for customers by being ever faster and more comfortable.

So what went so very wrong? Why now are we reduced to travelling in filthy, graffiti-covered trains which never run on time and which are little more than motorised carriages, paying exorbitant ticket prices, being intimidated by drunks and thugs both on the trains and on quiet stations (which also have become disgusting) and having to suffer staff who know little or nothing about their job. What went so very wrong?

Where are the quaint and beautiful countryside stations, bedecked with tubs of flowers and hanging-baskets of blooms of every colour? Where is the proud and immaculately-dressed station-master and the friendly signalman?

Where are the powerful express trains? Where are the Pullman coaches, the epitome of travelling elegance and the silver-service waiters?

All gone, like a whistle on the wind.

The huge and powerful steam locomotives were suddenly withdrawn, towed to Barry Dock where they stood in ghostly line after rusty line waiting for the breaker’s torch. Some of these engines had travelled millions of miles, some had been small, not so grand, shunters and branch-line engines but now they were all the same, dying, cold and without fire, silent and still. Great names stripped and laid low in tired humiliation.

Imagine a nuclear war. Imagine a city before the attack, and then afterwards with everything devastated. It is the same, for those with eyes to see, except that the attack and the devastation came slowly and with guile, with each step allowing a little time for people not to notice the difference and to become accustomed to the awful changes.

Next came the coal industry. South Wales died and became a country on the dole. Today we import coal from Poland while miners languish in proud memories, deep regrets and State benefits. The iron and steel industry faltered and collapsed sending thousands of men into unemployment. The government said they should get on their bicycles and find work, or retrain as computer operatives.

Shipbuilding came next. One by one the great shipyards closed until now there is no shipbuilding industry at all. The fishing-fleets shrank until trawlers had to be laid up. The Cornish tin mines closed. Everyone in the public sector had to do more work for less money. Postmen, firemen, nurses, all having been told that this was necessary to remain competitive. Suddenly everything had to make a profit, but not for the people who worked towards creating that profit.

Then the closures began. Hospitals closed, schools, Post Offices, Police Stations. Large supermarkets swallowed up the small corner shops. People noticed, but far too late because the changes had come upon them so subtly.

Law and order became weaker and less effective and a wave of so-called political correctness favoured the criminal at the expense of his or her victim. A burglar can now sue his victim for assault.

Finally, house prices soared while Council houses were sold off. The rich became richer and the poor even poorer, but help was at hand from the loan companies and the credit card companies in that it became very easy to become hopelessly and inextricably in debt.

95% of all the wealth of this country is owned by just 5% of the population.

So now we stand on the verge of social anarchy. Once the goblins of the underworld, the thugs and the pimps and the thieves and drug-pushers realise that no-one will stop them, or that no-one can stop them, then they will break out like rats from a sewer and run amok and only the privileged 5% will be protected. The National Health Service will collapse. Law and order will collapse. Chaos will reign.

None of these disasters were the result of foolishness or ineptitude. They were deliberately created precisely at a point in time when the awareness of people was rising and they were created by people in our society who try to hang on to power by keeping people worried and depressed and off-balance. These villains are the direct end product of the barbarians who swept away the Matriarchal Age 42,000 years ago, the Chango people.

At first these people ruled through religion, in the days when people were illiterate, but as belief in religion faded, new and more sophisticated methods of public control had to be considered. In the light of these methods, the invention of the steam engine and the expansion of the railways was a tactical mistake. Encouraged for the sake of profit it also widened peoples’ horizons and gave them pleasure, a release from the burden of work and the experience of new vistas. They certainly in part, made people happy, and gave them fond memories, therefore they had to be destroyed.

If you or I were put in charge of a small business, and managed it in the same way as this country has been managed by successive governments, we would be dismissed in disgrace, yet if company bosses fail dismally, bringing chaos and ruin to the businesses they manage, then they are rewarded with golden handshakes and dwell in huge expensive houses in the most beautiful parts of the countryside. All this while people lose the pensions they’ve saved for all their lives, see the value of their savings shrink alarmingly, and pay ever increasing taxes for more and more inferior services.

If a multi-millionaire invests his money at say, 10% per annum, whilst the average growth rate of this country is less that 3%, then where does the cash which forms that interest actually come from? Theoretically all monetary interest should not be able to rise above the rate of National growth profit. A bank note is basically a cheque on the Bank of England equal to a certain amount of gold, but rich people must be being paid interest artificially. Cheques, in effect being issued on gold, which does not exist, either that, or the real value of cash held by the poorer majority is being diluted. The interest on money owned by the rich is being paid for by the poor in lowered standards of living, both in this country and also in the Third World.

So, who today are the descendants of the Chango people? The time is not quite right to name them openly, but they fall into three main international groups. The armies of good and evil are assembling on the battlefield of human awareness. It is Armageddon. The situation for the evil doers is very similar to that experienced by the Nazis a few months before the end of the Second World War. They are hemmed in on every side. Their power reserves are running low. Their ability to manipulate people is weakening and they are finding it harder and harder to remain invisible.

They never did discover the secret of time travel so that they could hide in the past and manipulate our present.

They will attempt to flee this world but die in terror and futility in an explosion referred to in the Book of Revelation as Wormwood.

They have failed, and in a strange way they failed because of the steam engine, because in the insanity and illogic of scrapping these magnificent machines and decimating the railway network, they revealed their opening gambit in the tactic of employing a scorched-earth policy designed to destroy the very framework of our society.

People mourn the steam engine and the quiet and picturesque stations, the smartly dressed station-master and the friendly signalman. No one will mourn the passing of evil doers. Their sense of terror and hopelessness will grow just as it did in Hitler’s bunker. There is no escape for them, no hope, and no future and in the days following their termination people will eliminate every trace of their existence.

Brace yourself for the last battle. To thine own self be true. Control your fear. Hold your head up and be proud for these moments will never come again, and then, for the whole of forever, you will be able to say, ‘I was there, I fought, I did my duty’. Do not be troubled, for in the company of those who are of good heart you are indeed in good company!