assessing the new order of the world 
Ohfor07
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On the one hand, in what is routine fashion for me, I am tempted to say "wake up and smell the NWO dangling before your very eyes!, wake up before it's too late!". After taking some time to assess my view of the present state of the NWO, on the other hand I am sincerely considering advising the masses to not wake up but to instead keep on keeping on doing what they have by and large been doing for decades on end; effectively sleeping. There is no hidden punchline nor innuendo nor double meaning intended with that advice. In contemplating the present status of NWO, it has occured to me, again, that the ongoing master plans still unfolding before our very faces in the new restructuring of the world's order most probably includes among it's byzantine sub-plans one that requires the masses to wake up, at a predetermined time, on queue that the NWO masters have themselves queued up. In other words, there is likely some good benefit and ground to be gained by a sleepy people unwtitingly helping to thwart, or at least slow down the progress of said unfolding plans, by said masses holding their present collective disposition; effectively sleeping. Try to follow the bouncing NWO ball as I attempt to provide a more clear explanation of this admitted 50-50 theory of mine.
"the idea of a master NWO plan in existance down through the ages and gradually encroaching upon the masses of the world so as to enslave them is a conspiracy theory". That is my own paraphrase of what I see as the kind of popular sentiment still to this day, Novermber 19, 2007, regularly observable among the masses; the kind of observation that has often left me to solmenly, slowly shake head side to side and culminate with a shrug of the shoulders. With the present state being ensconced smack dab in the middle of the next successive ritual of 4-year voting cycle. I genuinely suggest that this is a kind of question that deserves to be put somewhere on the national ballot, perhaps as a question included as part of the 'exit poll' program: "do you honestly think or have good, rational reason to suspect or possibly believe that there really is such a conspiracy generally acknowledged and or referred to as the age-old NWO agenda?"
Just in the recent 10 to 20 years, there have been frequent occasions where various high-level people, heads of state, elite figures and the like have publicly stated monumentally telling tidbits ... prime clues, that they themselves are in fact part of AND deliberately contributing & conspiring to help the present-day unfolding of NWO plans. The thing is, they seldom spell these situations out in detail. Typicaly, these kinds of monumental disclosures come by way of obvious, small snippets of clues dropped during impromptu moments that somebody pushes a camera or microphone in their faces and they are momentarily caught off guard by way of exhibiting a trace of honest, sober disclosure, only to catch themselves the next moment and shrug off the idea that they just disclosed something omnously telling the moment prior. Some of these incidents continue to occur by way of famous figures stating so in plain black & white language printed in publically published documents, (many official, like congressional journals, minutes, arvhives), books, magazines and newspapers. Bang-for-buck wise, as far as the effect from beaming this kind of message upon the masses in one fell televised swoop, for my money one needs look no further than the era of the close down of Gulf I operations when a starry-eyed president looked into the camera broadcasing his image & words globally, and literally mouthed - poem style, words stating how said Gulf I "coalition" operations were very much a part of the then specific unfolding NWO agenda moments. If one can find their way to going back a bit further, to the era of a similarly managed, choreographed shut down of "world war" - the closedown of WWII, one will find even better, less prose-laden, more formalized proof in the form of The U.N. Charter. While at it, one may want to take a peak at who some of the prominent signatories were to that formal, so-called official document ...procedure....act enacted 26 June, 1945, and while at that one may also want to take a peak at some of the devil in the explicit details of what those signatories signed themselves AND ALLEGEDLY, their masses of people into / onto, all in the fell swoops of high-office signature upon signature collected from around the globe on that day.
"what we've got here here is a failure to communicate.....some people can be reached....others cannot". That is a paraphrased quote uttered by one "captain" - among the chief schmuck tough-guy minions helping manage operation of a hollywood-style southern federal prison and chain gang there in, from the old movie Cool Hand's Luke. The reference to prison is a fitting metaphor here. In the present real-life NWO movie world we all live in, our world is gradually becoming our prison. But, sometimes, there are people who just cannot be reached. Sometimes there will be people who, even upon visiting with the aforementioned few, simple, specific and clear NWO facts, will stick to their guns "concept of NWO is nothing but a paranoid theory!". Upon further reflection, I intuit that there may in fact be a hidden silver lining in a people clinging to that partular "guns". Before expounding further on that 50-50 theory, here is one more sterling tidbit of clear-as-a-bell evidence that the "the NWO is a theory" is not a theory but an increasignly clear & present reality.
Since 1933 (that's 74 years and still going to those following at home), the "1 dollar denomination" of Federal Reserve Note has been overtly emblazened with the term - New World Order. The catch is, it's not stated in plain, simple English, but is instead stated in plain, esoteric Latin: Novus Ordo Seclorum. Another catch is that this denomination is grandly accoutered and "sealed" with numerous other, specific, occult, arcane, esoteric clear-as-day symbols - words, letters, numbers, & images. Collectively, the symbols engraved on the 1 dollar bill - still for the moment the world's "currency of trade", makes a plain reading of the NWO fact difficult for the average person to recognize. To wit: above the words Novus Ordo Seclorum is depicted an incomplete Pyaramid - with a gap near the top - unfinished business at least as early as 1933, above which is embedded in the capstone the all-seeing-eye of a serpent with radiant brilliance eminating from it; overarching all of this are the words "Annuit Coeptis" - that translates to Our Favored Enterprise, an implication generally being "he favors the undertaking of our enterprise", and further implication being that "he" refers to former resident of Heaven, Lucifer, known to go by the earthly alias - Satan, Baal, Beezelbub, Moriah, Set, that Dragon of old, the serpent, among many others. If one does a bit more investigation in the "money" they've been tendering througout their lives they will also find inscribed the words " E Pluribus Unum" - One Out Of Many. Some coins also bear the inscription " In God We Trust". Among Satanists it is widely known that Lucifer (and adherents thereof) is their god in whom they trust, Satan is who'm they place their tust in favored enterprises, such as their money system.
May I please see by a raise of e-hands, who needs help further translating "he - Satan, favors our enterprise of the unfinished work in making the new order of the world?"
Now for some speculative good news.
For anyone able to tolerate a sincere visit with the above simple facts spelling out in language about as simple as it gets that there is and has long existed an age-old plan - an enterprise, striving to fabricate a new order out of the old world, and come away from that experience firmly believing that "NWO is nothing but a conspiracy theory", there is potentially some good news for your denial...troubles. The good news comes by way of some of the other details and facts likely among those ignored or denied by those who insist the NWO is merely a scarey theory that paranoid, deluded people cannot get away from. One of the most revealing facts in this conext is that the countless many of the pubilc figures employed within the NWO agenda down through the ages have themselves often publiclly spelled out in plain simple langauge - often times officially recorded in minutes & journals of bodies governing - such as the U.N., such as the U.S. Congress, such as Parliament, such as the Vatican, such as the Knesset, et. al., that before the NWO enterprise can be fully ushsered in - IE> the process....work.....job of filling in the gap in their pyramid, they must convince the people of the world to willingly give up, waive, and basiclaly forfeit their traditional practices, heritages, behaviors and views of people belonging to a sovereign nationality. One world order means what it says; the world turned into one nation, one government, one bank, one dogma, one school, one rule, one throne, one media, one army, one religion. In other words, the many individual nations still littering the world - hanging by a threads that many of them are, with people tenuosly hanging on to whatever their ideas may still be of their respective, individual nations, allllll that must go by the wayside.
It is for this reason that the masses who have long been, effectively, hypnotized into sleepwalking their way through life while hanging on to the lie that the NWO is merely a looney theory, must, on queue, be awakened. I can't explain exactly how it happened to me, but once I too was unwittingly albeit happily among the global herds of sleepwalking willingly- ignorant people. Somehow, some way, I got awake a bit too early and did so in part under my own power. Talk about "I've fallen and can't get up", well, I've effectively awakened and can't get back to sleep, in part because I am presently of the mind that I do not want to go back to sleep. Waking up for the masses on queue under some collective power not their own is likely part of a late-stage, necessary plan. Here is the potential silver lining in an otherwise thoroughly dark and increasingly darkening NWO cloud blanketing our world. Even people caught up in steadfast denial of the existance of an NWO are found, often in significantly large pockets....neighborhoods....towns....communities....numbers, to be also clinging to beliefs that , for better or worse, they help make up a particualar sovereign nation, and at least ideologically, they intend to keep it that way. To the contrary, the plan requires said masses of sleepy people to be disabused of this significant obstacle this notion poses to the ultimate NWO plan. Masses clinging to notions that they are, have always, and will continue to be part of the world's various nations is very clearly an obstacle to the final stages of the NWO plan. It's among the reaons why pop culture is increasingly littered with staged "leaks" intended to slowly awaken the sleepy to certain realities. Movie theater on a broad scale, as well as content projected through TV screens, have historically made for a good medium onto whch NWO masters can beam whatever sublte leaks....wake-up messages, that they need their masses to experience. Same goes for what goes for news these days, especially news .... "leaks" that purport to be some kind of major headline about yet more corruption having been exposed in the collective U.S.G. Inc. Our NWO masters need we the people by the masses to eroniously wake up to the idea that, ultimately, the idea of nations as soverign republics with democratic forms of government is bad. Why else would they so frequently be littering the airwaves with example after example of how, for instance, the U.S.G. governing the nation of America, is so often shown in such a bad, despicable light?; repeat.
The NWO needs puppetized governmental screwups, like a W. like a 'Slickster, like a 'wimp" before him, like the mental basket-case Carter before him, like a literal big-screen-trained puppet Reagan before him, like the woody clutz Ford and ersatz VP Rockefeller before him, ad nauseum. The NWO needs shoe-tapping congressional homosexuals making news. The NWO needs state attorney generals proudly announcing via the local airwaves that the local residents must submit to vaccines or go to jail. The NWO needs tortured, mind-control stars, like a Britney, being risen to the heady hights of celebrity, wealth and fame BEFORE they are then publicly knocked off their perches and all of the bumps, bruises and kicks they incur throughout must also be turned into yet more headline news. The NWO masters need these kind of state-sponsored idiots to perpetually fan the flames - by way of "headline news" so that the people are always seeing the dark undersides to their form of sovereign, republic, democratic government. The NWO needs ways to program and brainwash masses of people to forget how their nations once stood unanimously for health, virtue, decency, and honesty, at least, they did in the days, years and eras long prior to mass media coming along to turn all of these values upside down. How else does one suppose the NWO masters can convince a world people to all, one by one, give up their individual nations in favor of a single, global government?
If the people of the world do not submit to this, if the masses of the world cannot be brainwashed and connived into begging for one-world-order, brute force is probably the only other alternative the NWO masters will consider in getting their world to this stage they have been buildign towards for hundreds upon hundreds of years. NWO masters are not immune to using brute force; this is otherwise known as true history. This much should be painfully obvious to even the most casual observer no matter how deep their state of denial. Our NWO masters use brute force on smaller fronts worldwide every damn day of the week, they can and will use brute force if they feel it necessary to finally usher in fully-fledged NWO. The more likely scenario is that the NWO masters will combine brainwashing the people to beg for NWO with a joint effort of massive brute force operation launched on a global scale. Nonetheless, they much more prefer that we the people of the world beg them for a one world new world order. These folks are Satanists. This is not a metaphor, this is not hyperbole, nor exaggeration, these folks are Satanists. No doubt they intend to get some sort of titillation out of conniving a people into being a primary tool in their own destruction. When Satanists are behaving as Satanists rather than fulfilling their cover - dual life, as public figures, they have no mercy, they have no honor, they known no limites to their own depravity other than - anything for a price, anything at a cost "for the greater good", nod nod, wink wink.
At this point, it may be that the best thing a presently-sleeping worldwide mass of people can do to protect their rapdily-fading sovereign hides is to stay asleep. This is a theory, one that is quite possibly more a matter of a coin flip; not guaranteed but the possibilities have been mostly narrowed down to one of two sides to a coin OR perhaps that coin landing on it's edge.....doesn't happen often, but it happens. Wake up, or remain asleep?.....either way, how lucky are you feeling, punk?
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- Re: assessing the new order of the w... Zoebess
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This is a reply to # 1,045,906There were probably more than a few moments when
I caught on that the rules were not the same for
everyone.
One of the moments which was pivotal for me was
driving with my brother through Kentucky and out
of the blue he began telling me about stuff that
was secreted away at Wright-Patterson. He was in
the Air Force at the time and most likely because
we were like best friends, he confided things to
me that later, once he was out of the Air Force,
he could not remember ever having that conversation
and yet, it was something I will never forget.
We had come from a family too which was into
politics and we read the morning and evening
newspapers and watched the daily news in black
and white. Still, we thought we were a part of
the generation moving away from the Depression,
through the Cold War, the Civil Rights Movement
and into a time where that elusive American
Dream was available to all. It seemed to work
and even when I began my own family I thought
that my child and her children would build on
the progress we had made and that *capitalism*
came with built in guarantees...work hard and
build a strong nation. Of course, the time came
when demands in the market demanded safer ways
of operation and Unions made it possible for
workers to equalize the relationship although
ending slavery and cheap labor made goods cost
more and the rich began to itch as they were
asked to give up profit for safety and other
issues like pollution control. This intensified
lobbying efforts and the subsequent ways to make
the cost of producing products cheaper, profits
higher, and finding replacement for the sweat
shops that we had worked so hard to overcome
in our country. Hence the Outsourcing Movement
gathered momentum and as each nation finds that
their own economies suffer and their own people
are unable to compete with the outsourced goods,
for example, small businesses and farmers in
Mexico have suffered from our "growth" in their
countries. China has a growing segment of their
population who are the new wealthy but at what
cost??
Behind these efforts now, we hear, read or see
evidence of "layers" of intrigue which have
been furthered by the concept of secrecy which
was embedded into the government by contracts
which were used to hide corruption and also
enable it. The media was recognized for its
ability to shape the nation and to broadcast
through advertising the consumerism which *oiled*
the machine even further. Of course, political
hacks and think tanks went into overdrive and
who can begin to really integrate all the layers
of agendas and the places they originated?
While it would be nice to think otherwise, if
one were to put on the hat of futurist, it would
be hard not to see the wall of discontinuity
which we will hit when more than a hand full of
agendas do not go *as planned*. I think if you
are *awake* you do have to juggle the duality
of living as if there were a level of normalcy
which others seem to take for granted, and also
to stymie the gnawing cynicism which is like a
growling hunger in the gut. I deeply resent though
that there seems to be a systemic effort to
de-construct our society as opposed to merely
letting it hit the wall and fall apart on its
own. Like I have posted before, I found a book
on Eugenics in my mother's book collection when
I was in third grade and so that was another piece
of the puzzle I found myself working on in my mind.
There was a tremendous bias against my father's
race and so I did have a hunger to understand
why one might hate another just because of the
country they came from. I grew up in the melting
pot of immigrants in Cleveland though and so the
neighborhoods were structured to support these
populations and cater to them but also to keep
them separated. Then the religious bias against
those who were not Catholic lit the fire of my
curiosity why they would act like that. So the
info you share relative to the Catholic agenda
fills in more of those gaps in awareness.
As a parent, I feel twinges of guilt in bringing
a child into this mess, although when we were
enthusiastically working to conceive we did not
consider any of the criteria which I feel if I
were considering it now, I would. That my daughter
also wants to have a family keeps me thinking and
also putting a lot into balance since I can share
many of my own concerns but feel it is also important
to couch them in a way which gives her choices since
it is her life and who am I or who is anyone to
say that anything is not possible.
Still, if you are wondering if I am lamenting being
awake, I'm not. It's like a fire in my belly and
I wake up and turn on the news hoping that in a
perfect world, some set of circumstances has begun
a series of events which will change the face of
life as we know it. I cannot help but feel that
there is hope, if for no other reason than that it
is what I cling to and which makes being awake
easier to admit and live through....
Thanks for sharing your thoughts...as always, evocative.
blessings,
Zoe
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This is a reply to # 1,045,906You are so very, very right ohfor07! In today's world of soundbites I am not sure how many are capable of reading all the way through most of your posts, but they should not miss this one. Maybe some might even get it.
And Zoebess honey, I do so agree with your longings. I am, after all, the eternally hopeful hopeless optimist. But alas, realism has raised it's ugly head and bitten me squarely on the arse - no matter how unreal it all seems.
China, btw, has served as the NWO model for how to control the masses. We hear so much about the somewhat inflated but still horrendous figure of six million deaths in the Holocaust (a figure that those who are really behind the NWO, those who call themselves Jews but are not, use to hang around our necks to shame us against speaking out about what they do). Whether two million or six, that pales in comparison to the up to 100 million opposition peasants and intellectuals murdered by Mao, or the 50 million or more killed by Stalin. Both led so-called socialist/communist states with supreme control.
And those two were mere warmups for the NWO's clearly stated goal of the ultimate depopulation of 90 to 95% of the entire world's population to achieve a population of only 500 million.
Like the millions of Jews who were led to the gas chambers, no one is listening and no one believes. But it IS planned and so far the plan is proceeding right along.
DQ
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This is a reply to # 1,046,250Ha~!
Yeah, I'm not famous for brevity, but I consider
it as part of my effort to enable others to feel
okay in ELABORATING~! Surely you have noticed the
posts that are more than one paragraph and the
people are apologizing for writing too much. I
figure, hey, surely my posts make them feel
BETTER~!
Oh gets wound up but if I have the time to hang
on and follow it all, it is very enlightening.
Hey, and my money's on the suspicion you can
talk as long as we can write...hee heee...
blessings,
Zoe
-_~
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This is a reply to # 1,046,250The news today featured a recall by Kmart
of lots of jewelry they had specifically
labeled and were selling as lead-free.
Of course, they had to pull it because it
was saturated with lead~! from China~!
China of course has enough people that they
work those they can to death which is a lot
of them, and the products they send over
here, which is A LOT of them, are seemingly
also designed to kill off or make a lot of
us ill.
I doubt they will do the huge genocides
like in the past as they did find it
difficult to dispose of the dead bodies.
I posted an article some time back which
described a *better plan* they claimed
which would make the walking "dead"
bury the dead. I think the vaccinating
and sterilizing and damaging of DNA through
the food chain and crops etc. will accomplish
what they want although it may take longer
than they would prefer.
http://www.rense.com/general78/making.htm
My hope lies either in an agenda which comes
out of the blue that has not been anticipated,
or, cosmic justice in the way of a asteroid
nicking us or something which has Bush
quivering in a hole somewhere. I do not mind
dying, I mind being killed~!
be happy, be well,
Zoe
@_@
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This is a reply to # 1,046,302...had specifically labeled and were selling as lead-free.....
Think about that. You know that somewhere in the bowells of marketing at Kmart (now pronounced SE ARS, right?) a guru came up with a plan to specifcally cash in on the recent lead snafus out of China. Granted, at Kmart, this may have equated to the same caliber of mental prowess that brought us the flashing-blue light. But I'm struck by the situation of marketing gurus acting quite specifically, and rather quickly, to cash in on recently-occured tragedies, and the numbskulls were so short-sighted in their zeal to exploit the capture of $$ that they never even confirmed this marketing ploy was itself valid at face value until merchandise hit their shelves.....? I'd wager that now that this scenario has unfolded, the gurus are safe BUT the purchasing / inventory agents will take the fall... and, of course, there will be another round of headlines intended to appease the masses of Americans that "yet more heads are going to roll in China". The sad part is, I suspect that there are (and will continue to be) actual heads being chopped off and rolling over this in China. From a Chinese marketing guru perspective, I can imagine that they are already whipping up new signs advertising their discounted sale on spare human "organ donor" parts just in time for well-to-do westerner's Christmas shopping list.
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This is a reply to # 1,046,348Yeah, as a consumer, I hated the flashing blue light.
It made me feel like a rat who was being trained to
run through aisles. It worked for a lot of people
but not for me....
The lead snafu is the tip of the iceberg I fear and
honestly I look at the bottom of my cups I drink out
of and suspiciously at the clothing I wear since I
do not think the Chinese are just putting lead in
baby's bibs....
While I feel bad that heads will roll, a few well
placed heads may be what it takes to clean up the
imports. Of course the list of problems there is
growing and I wish someone were keeping a list and
checking it twice, but I doubt it.
blessings,
Zoe
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This is a reply to # 1,046,250
DQ, it is a bit eerie that you used the word "book". I understand you just came back from some R&R, so either you are very well rested OR you are perhaps a bit clairvoyant.
This morning, prior to tapping out the post to begin this thread, I'd been ruminating about my mail dilemma: my address is duplicated - street number, house number, and down to the zip code, at a residence in the town right next door . The town next door is much larger. Many people say "oh, you don't live______(where I live), you live in ______ (the town next door). The thing is, so long as people address mail to me using the town name I live in and not the one next door, I tend to get this kind of mail. Problem is, especially with people averse to basic logic OR any kind of business that uses a computer (IE>advanced logic....and government types tend to be the worst...again, the simple logic thing), upon seeing the zip code, most computers will back up, over write the already-typed-in correct name of town and replace it with name of town next door. Ergo, I routinely must drive 10 miles round trip to get my mail, yet my mailbox is no more than 30 feet from the front door. In the past 3 months, they've gotten my renewal order of new checks (from bank), the registration renewal application for car (from Gov), and the certificate of title to car (from Gov). Other days I can walk the 30 feet from front door to my mailbox... and find some mail in there for me!
Don't ask me why but when I snapped out of thinking about this, my mind then found it's way onto stray thoughts about how others here have suggested I write a book. So I began to wonder, what title would I give it? The first one that came to mind was - Stop the World, I Wanna Get Off. But then it occured to me that this title has probably already been patented by others. I did a quick web search and confirmed this to be the case. In fact, I found a Musical of the same title from 1961. Just to be clear, I was never in gay club, momma never signed me up for tap ('cause daddy had already signed me up for football, and wrestling, and little leauge, and baseball :) and I've never been much of a fan of singing plays.....okay, possible exception, I seem to recall an old movie, way back, - 7 Brides for 7 Brothers, for it's time, I thought it was kind of radical for a movie house (and by extension, tv networks when it hit syndication) to sponsor an official story (singing movie, no less) about how a bunch of mountain red necks kidnapped a bunch of town-folk girls, and by spring time had convinced them all to get hitched..... and 7 sets of parents were all okay with this....and today some people wonder why we struggle over basic issues with private /personal property rights.....?.....you get the idea.
Anyway, to illustrate the kind of getting-wound-up experience I had this A.M., I browsed through the lyrics to this musical. The strange thing is, I see some definite parallels. At the same time, some of these lyrics put entirely new ideas into mind as to why others should consider stopping the world to get off. For your musical enjoyment, here is Bricusse & Newley's vision of the 7 ages of man. Time permitting, enjoy. Note that in Glorious Russian Song, the peculiar translation Meilchick (which looks to sound like male chick) translates to boy.....hmm, .like, I doubt that ever helped to spawn a bit more confusion in the world ;) ...anna one anna two anna three
Stop the World, I Want to Get Off
Music: Leslie Bricusse + Anthony Newley
Lyrics: Leslie Bricusse + Anthony Newley
Book: Leslie Bricusse + Anthony Newley
Premiere: Thursday, July 20, 1961
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------Act 1
Act 2
The A.B.C. Song
Chorus
All-American
Ginnie
I Wanna Be Rich
Littlechap
Once in a Lifetime
Littlechap
Typically English
Evie
Mumbo Jumbo
Littlechap
Lumbered
Littlechap
Welcome to Sunvale
Chorus
Welcome to Sludgepool
Chorus
Someone Nice Like You
Littlechap, Evie
Gonna Build a Mountain
Littlechap
What Kind of Fool Am I?
Littlechap
Glorious Russian
Anya
Meilinki Meilchick
Littlechap, Anya
Family Fugue
Littlechap, Evie, Susan, Jane
Typische Deutsche
Ilse
Nag, Nag, Nag
Littlechap, Evie, Susan, Jane
Newley and Bricusse conceived STOP THE WORLD as a one man show, where Newley would be surrounded by beautiful
girls, but as it developed, Anna Quayle's role was considerably beefed up. The show depicts the 7 ages of man, from birth to death, personified by the character of Littlechap. All the characters dress in simplified clown costumes, with Littlechap (Newley) and all the women in his life (Quayle) wearing clown makeup on their faces as well. The Sean Kenny setting suggests a circus tent.Overture
This is one of my three favorite overtures/entr'actes (the others being GYPSY and IT'S A BIRD, IT'S A PLANE, IT'S
SUPERMAN). The beauty and lushness of even the humorous numbers comes through so well in this overture, where there are no clever/beautiful lyrics to distract. The musical director (special musical arrangements) of the original London version was Ian Fraser; he also did the orchestrations, along with David Lindup, Burt Rhodes and Gordon Langford. For Broadway, the musical director was Milton Rosenstock.The A.B.C. Song
As Littlechap mimes the birth and early childhood of a baby, the chorus sings:
A-B-C-D-E-F-G
H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P
Q-R-S-T-U-V-W
X-Y-Zed.
1 2
A-B-C-D-E-F-G
3 4
H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P
5 6 7
Q-R-S-T-U-V-W
8 9 10
X-Y-Zed.As the song progresses, Littlechap mimes graduating from school; he turns out his pockets, they are empty. He looks for a job. A bassoon represents the unseen boss. He gets a job as a teaboy in a factory. After work he flirts with some girls, doing a mime in which his hand meets a girl's hand, and together they form a sort of flower. This courtship symbol works on girl after girl, until he meets Evie. She snubs him. Littlechap is amazed and shouts out: "Stop the world!" He walks to the edge of the stage and addresses the audience about how the girl you want is always the one you can't have.
He tries to chat up Evie, but she repulses him. Impressed by her posh accent, he gets the idea that you have to have money in order to get a girl like that. He sings the following song as he pursues Evie on a bus.
I Wanna Be Rich
Look at me--just take a look at me--
A minute ago, I didn't know
Me elbow from me...
Ask just simply anyone--go and ask anyone--
They'll tell you I was greener than the grass.Ooh, what I mess I was!
Yes, I'll confess I was!
Like a burbling bloody baby at the font!
You don't know the half of it--
But now I just laugh at it!
'Cause now I know exactly what I want.I wanna be rich, have money to burn.
A thousand a week, say, would do me a turn.
I'd keep it in oncers in case of a slump.
I'd have stacks and stacks and the Income Tax
Could take a running jump.I've have all me suits made a dozen a time.
I'd buy all the best shares, provided they climb
Give me half a chance, a small advance,
Me fingers itch to make me dirty rotten filthy stinking rich!Here, Evie, hang on!
Took a look at me--a quick butcher's hook at me--
Now, a minute ago I didn't know a cockle from a whelk.
Can you imagine it? I mean, just imagine it!
Fancy not knowing a cockle from a whelk!Oh, what a nitt I was! Yes, I'll admit I was!
Like a sloppy, floppy puppy with a ball.
And then, without reason or rhyme--
I was chatting this bird at the time--
I heard a sort of voice within me call.I wanna be rich and have a big house,
With hundreds of acres and pheasants and grouse.
An American car as long as the street;
And the local birds'll be lost for words--
It'll knock them off their feet.
(Women drivers!)I wanna be famous and be in the news,
Go out with a film star whenever I choose.
Gimme half a chance to lead a dance
With some rich bitch
And I'll be dirty rotten filthy stinking rich!Here, Eve, hang on! Evie, wait for us! Eve...Evie!
I wanna be rich and mix with the nobs
And sit in the best seats with all of the snobs.
I may go to Ascot to take in the scene.
In me grey top hat and me spats and that,
I'd be comp'ny for the Queen.I wanna go trav'ling to Cannes and Capri--
The French Riv-i-er-i-a is my cup of tea.
Gimme half a chance in the South of France
To make my pitchAnd I'll be dirty rotten filthy stinking--
I can hear the lolly clinking--
Lots of birds; lots of drinking--
I can guess what you're all thinking--
Dirty rotten filthy stinking rich!Typically English
Evie tries to elude Littlechap but he grabs her arm in a kind of tug-of-war.
One of the chorus members declaims in the manner of a loudspeaker announcing train destinations:
Attention please: The virgin now struggling on Platform Two is for
Patting, Petting, Kissing and Cuddling, but will stop short at anything
approaching Sin, Desire, Lust and all stations to Immorality.Littlechap responds: You wanna bet? I'll lay you ten to one.
Evie sings:
My mother said I never should
Play with the young men in the wood.
If I did, she would say
'Naughty little girl to disobey!'
Stop it!I'm a typically English rosebud
Born of typically English stock
With a typically Anglo-Saxon family tree.Littlechap: You can tell, can't you?
I received my education
In a typically English way
At a typically English Girls' Academy.Littlechap: I went to Brixton Reformatory for Boys meself.
I play typically English tennis
At a typically English club
With a typically English feeling for fair play.
I eat typically English crumpets
With my typically English tea
At the end of every typically English day.Littlechap: That's funny! We only had fish and chips.
Father is a typically English colonel,
Home is a typically English county town.Littlechap: Somewhere near Swindon.
Mummy and I play typically English patience
While the typically English rain is pouring down.We've a typically English spaniel
Who likes typically English walks
Past the typically English trees upon the heath.
And if anyone asks me how I like
This typically English life,
I am fed up to my typically English teeth.Littlechap sings:
My mother said I never should
Play with the girlies in the wood
If I did, she would say
They'll only end up in the family way.Evie continues:
When I go to typically English dances,
Mother gives me typically sound advice:
How to cope with typically coarse advances,
But I'm bound to confess I find them rather nice!
Stay there.In the typically English summer
We take typically English trips
To a typically seaside place with Auntie Maude;
And if anyone asks me how I like
This typically English life,
I have never been so - Pygmalion bored!And if anyone asks me how I like
This typically English life,
I have never been ...Evie and Littlechap do the hand mime; he leads her offstage. The chorus chants:
Here is a special announcement. There was an accident in a bedsitting-room off the Brompton Road late last night when a seventeen-year old girl was involved in a head-on collision with a twenty-five year old tea boy, and received injuries from which her typically English family may never recover. Will anyone who saw the accident, or can give any information, please keep it to themselves.
Littlechap and Evie return. Evie sings:
When a typically English rosebud
Is in typically English bloom
And her typically English petals open wide
Then her typically English perfume
Reaches typically English bees
And what follows is really most undignified!Littlechap sings:
My mother said I never should
Play with the girlies in the wood.
If I did, she would say
They'll only end up in a most undignified,
Somewhat magnified,
Slightly stupefied,
Maybe multiplied,
Quite unqualified,
None too sanctified,
Highly satisfied way.Lumbered
Littlechap is summoned into the boss's office and discovers Evie is the boss's daughter. After promising never to see Evie again, Littlechap runs into her and she tells him she's going to have a baby. Littlechap shouts out "Stop the World" and addresses the audience again about how the last time he was in church it was for his own christening.
The orchestra plays the wedding march as Littlechap and Evie walk toward the audience, Evie visibly pregnant.
Chorus: Speech!
Evie staggers offstage, clutching her stomach. Littlechap sings:
I've been trapped, lumbered!
I--have been lumbered!
I've been L-U-M-B-E-R-E-D lumbered,
But, I'm never gonna get lumbered again.I've been L-U-M-B-E-R-E-D lumbered,
And I don't L-I-K-E it one small bit.
I'm too young to be a father;
There are lots of things I'd rather be--
Like working down a coal P-I-T pit!When I ought to be completely unencumbered,
I've been forced to buy a ring and say Amen.
I've been L-U-M-B-E-R-E-D lumbered,
But, I'm never gonna get lumbered again.I've been L-U-M-B-E-R-E-D lumbered;
I'm completely C-H-O-K-E-D choked!
Bang, all my lovely visions--
I've been forced to make decisions.
Wish I had a quid for ev'ry fag I've smoked.When I think of all the birds with whom I've slumbered;
Now I'll only ever see them now and then.
(At the weekends and whenever the wife's not around!)
I've been L-U-M-B-E-R-E-D lumbered,
But, I'm never gonna get lumbered again.If I ever get my hands upon the idiot that wrote,
"Into ev'ry life a little rain must fall,"
I shall take his book of poems
And I'll stuff 'em up his...throat,
'Cause it seems to me as though I get it all!I've been L-U-M-B-E-R-E-D lumbered;
And the idea doesn't please me very much.
I was not prepared for marriage--
I would catch a boat from Harwich--
But I don't speak any D-U-C-H Dutch.Though I know it's true a bachelor's days are numbered,
I think I should have the choice of saying when,
I've been L-U-M-B-E-R-E-D lumbered,
But, I'm never gonna get lumbered again.Evie: Darling!
I've been L-U-M-B-E-R-E-D lumbered.
It's enough to drive a fellow M-A-D!
I am scarcely past my childhood--
I still play the games a child would--
I'm still playing mums and dads, as you can see.When I think of all the chicks with whom I've rumba'd--
For the wedding march, I'm lumbered with a hen! (Quack, quack!)
I've been quite unduly, well and truly lumbered,
But, I'm never gonna get,
Never gonna get, never, never,
Never gonna get, never gonna get, never never,
Never gonna get lumbered again!Susan, Littlechap's first born, appears on stage. Littlechap teaches her to walk.
Littlechap: Well, now for a bit of peace and quiet.
Evie: Darling!
Littlechap: Yes?
Evie: I'm going to have a baby--another one!
Littlechap: I've been L-U-M-B-E-R-E-D lumbered.
Evie: So have I!
Littlechap: I've had just about E-N-U-F enough.
Evie: So have I!
Littlechap: For my little bit of pleasure I've been punished beyond measure. If you ask me, I've
been treated rather rough!Evie: So have I!
Littlechap: Like a garrison that's gradually outnumbered, Or a boxer when the count is nearing
ten,Evie: Down with men!
Littlechap: I've been L-U-M-B-E-R-E-D lumbered,
Evie: I've been lumbered!
Both: But, I'm never gonna get lumbered again!
Welcome to Sludgepool
Littlechap plucks up his courage and asks his boss for a raise. The boss promotes him to new works manager of the
Sludgepool factory.The chorus sings:
Welcome to Sludgepool -
The garden of the north!
The home of heavy industry
Since good King George the Fourth!
Pride of the valley
Twixt Huddersfield and Crewe,
With ever-open grimy arms
Sludgepool welcomes you!Gonna Build a Mountain
Littlechap is appalled at the sluggish pace of the Sludgepool factory. When he tries to intimidate the workers into speeding up,
one of them accuses him of making a mountain out of a molehill. Inspired, Littlechap sings:Gonna build a mountain
From a little hill.
Gonna build a mountain -
Least I hope I will.
Gonna build a mountain -
Gonna build it high!
I don't know how I'm gonna do it -
Only know I'm gonna try.Gonna build a daydream
From a little hope.
Gonna push that daydream
Up a mountain slope.
Gonna build a daydream -
Gonna see it through.
Gonna build a mountain and a daydream -
Gonna make 'em both come true.Gonna build a heaven
From a little hell.
Gonna build a heaven
And I know darn well
If I build my mountain
With a lot of care
And take my daydream up the mountain
Heaven'll be waiting there.When I've built that heaven
As I will some day
And the Lord sends Gabriel
To take me away,
Wanna fine young son
To take my place
I'll leave a son in my heaven on earth
With the Good Lord's Grace.Gonna build a heaven
From a little hell.
Gonna build a heaven
And I know darn well
If I build my mountain
With a lot of care
And take my daydream up the mountain
Heaven'll be waiting there.Gonna build a daydream,
Gonna see it through.
Gonna build a mountain and a daydream;
Gonna make them both come true!Littlechap's second daughter, JANE, appears. He is disappointed she is not a son. He teaches her to walk with less
enthusiasm than the first daughter.Disgusted, Littlechap stalks off; he forces the workers into a faster pace. The boss is impressed and tells Littlechap he is
Glorious Russian
sending him to Moscow to be a delegate to the International Trade Mission.Moscow Announcer: Attention please: Trans Soviet Airways wish to announce the arrival of Flight Niet Niet Niet from East Berlin, where a convention of party bricklayers has been cementing good-"wall" relations with West Berlin!
Anya appears, a Russian version of Evie. Littlechap tries his hand mime on her and she responds. He professes his love.
Anya sings:My mother said I never should
Mix with subversive reactionary elements in the wood.
If I did, she would say
You'll only end up as a decadent
Subservient western imperialistic
Political puppet one day.I'm a glorious Russian comrade
Born on glorious Russian soil.
I was part of my glorious parents'
Five year plan.
I eat glorious Russian salad
That's imported from the West
And drink glorious Russian vodka when I can.I've got fourteen glorious brothers
Down a glorious Russian mine.
I've got fifteen glorious sisters and a cat.
And the lot of us live together
In such glorious Russian bliss
In a glorious Soviet Russian two-room flat.Father is a glorious Russian dustman.
Mother drives a glorious Russian tram.
Grandma drives a lorry though she's ninety-four
And Grandpa does not give a Russian damn.We've got glorious Russian heroes
Up in glorious Russian space
And the glorious Russian news is one day soon
We'll live happily ever after
On a vast collective farm
Somewhere on the glorious
Soviet Russian moon!Meilinki Meilchick
Anya: Do you like children?
Littlechap: As long as it doesn't become a habit. I think every man should have a son.
Anya: One day, I would like to have a meilinki dvorchka and a meilinki meilchick of my own.
Littlechap: Wouldn't you rather have children?
Anya: They are children. Meilinki dvorchka is a little girl; meilinki meilchick is a little
boy.Littlechap: Meilinki...
Anya: Meilchick.
Littlechap: Meilchick. Meilinki meilchick.
Anya: Da.
She sings:
First say meilinki - that means a little.
Then you say meilchick - that means a boy.
Put them together - say meilinki meilchick;
That's how in Russia we say little boy.Littlechap: Can I have a go?
Anya: Da. First say:
Littlechap: Meilinki.
Anya: That means:
Littlechap: A little.
Anya: Then you say:
Littlechap: Meilchick.
Anya: That means:
Littlechap: A boy.
Anya: Now both together, say:
Littlechap: Meilinki meilchick.
Both: That's how in Russia we say little boy.
Littlechap: I've always been good at languages.
Anya sings:
Moscow to Rostov and
Rostov to Kiev,
Boys you can see ev'ry
Day of your life.
Some may be small boys,
Some may be tall boys
Something makes all boys
The pride of each man and wife.Both sing:
I'd like meilinki - that means a little
I'd like a meilchick - that means a boy.
I'd like my own little meilinki meilchick
That's how in Russia we say little boy.Littlechap sings:
A-B-C-D-E-F-G
H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-PMeilinki meilchick - though he'd be little
He'd be my meilchick - he'd be my joy.
Smiling a smile, little meilinki meilchick
I'd be so proud of my own little boy.Smiling that smile-chick,
All of the while-chick.
Meilinki meilchick,
How precious he'd be!
He would beguile me,
My meilinki meilchick;
This juvenile-chick
Would mean the whole world to me.I'd like meilinki - that means a little
I'd like a meilchick - that means a boy.
I'd like my own little meilinki meilchick.
He'd make me happy, my own little chappie,
My meilinki meilchick, my own little boy.A boy appears on stage, mimes struggling to life, and then dying. Littlechap looks on in horror, seeing the death of his son, and
shouts out again: "Stop the world!" He recites the nursery rhyme:Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water -
At least, that's what they said they did,
But now they've got a daughter!Family Fugue
Littlechap returns from Russia, dissatisfied with his family and life.
Daughter 1: Oh dear, what can the matter be? Mummy and Daddy've not spoken since Saturd'y.
Daughter 2: Home, home on the range, the silence is driving me mad.
Littlechap: I see it says in the paper today the divorce rate's up again. Some people have all the
luck.Evie: There was an old woman who lived in a suburb; she had two too many children...
Littlechap: But no son!
He sings:
I thought that it would rain today;
But it didn't!
I took my raincoat anyway;
But I needn't.
We may have local fog tonight
And thunder;
It may rain cats and dogs tonight,
Shouldn't wonder.Evie sings:
I knew it wouldn't rain today
'Cause any fool can tell darn well
That when the sky is red at night
It means another sunny spell.
Why you took your raincoat
When you've got that damn great motor-car!
Knew it wouldn't rain today;
How stubborn some men are!Daughter 2: Old King Cole was a merry old soul, and a merry old soul was he...ooh...
Daughter 1: Polly put the kettle on; we'll all have...
Littlechap: I see if the Government spends another 200 billion on our space programme, we could
have a white mouse in orbit by the end of the year!Evie: Nobody knows the troubles I've seen; and nobody cares!
Littlechap: I've been L-U-M-B-E-R-E-D lumbered, but I'm never gonna get lumbered again.
Evie: And if anyone asks me how I like this typically English life, I am fed up to my typically
English teeth.Daughters: There's no place like home, there's no place like home.
Typische Deutsche
Littlechap is summoned to his father-in-law's office again and congratulated on his Moscow trip. The boss talks about a
directorship for Littlechap. With the higher salary, Littlechap can afford a maid. Ilse appears, a German version of Evie. She
sings:Bitte sehr, I am Ilse, Ilse Brandt. I am the domestic help your wife applied for. I was never a member of the Nazi Party und my father was completely cleared at Nuremberg.
The fatherland said I never should
Play mit anyone in the wood.
That would only mean disgrace;
We'd never end up as the ultra modernized,
Fully mobilized,
Armed und mechanized,
Extra specialized,
Richly subsidized,
Highly organized,
Wildly idolized master race!I'm a typische Deutsche fraulein
Born of typische Deutsche stock.
Mit a typische Deutsche fraulein's point of view.
I eat typische Deutsche sauerkraut
Und drink typische Deutsche beer
Und mein typische Deutsche dachshund drinks it too!I love typische Deutsche musik
Played by typische Deutsche bands,
As we dance beneath a typische Deutsche moon.
Though I love the songs of Schubert
Und the melodies of Brahms,
Deutschland uber alles is my favorite tune.Father is ein typische Deutsche doktor
But he was a general in the war.
He still keeps his uniform in the cupboard
Just in case we should the see the day he's waiting for.We are typische Deutsche people,
We have typische Deutsche ways
With a typische Deutsche outlook at the world.
Und on Adolf Hitler's birthday
In our sentimental way
How we love to see the dear old flag unfurled.Happy Birthday, Dear Adolf,
Wherever you are!Nag, Nag, Nag
Ilse's integration into the Littlechap household does not go smoothly.
Chorus: Nag, nag, nag, nag, nag, nag; Nag, nag, nag, nag, nag, nag.
Littlechap sings:
When God created man
Some several years ago
He smiled upon his handiwork
But little did he know
An Adam with no madam
Was a certainty to grieve;
But when the good Lord tumbled it,
He lumbered him with Eve.So Adam looked at Eve
And she looked back at him.
"Why don't you let them talk, my Lord?"
Said some bright cherubim.
So God gave them the pow'r of speech
Which makes a man a prince;
But women, I regret to say
Have not stopped talking since.Evie: Very funny!
Littlechap: Oh, why aren't you laughing?
Evie: I have nothing to laugh at!
Littlechap: You should be standing here!
Evie sings:
When you go off to work
And leave me on my own
To scrimp and save
And work and slave
And spend the day alone
You never think of calling me
To ask me how I am.
You always say you're busy but
You just don't give a damn!When you go off abroad
To Paris and to Rome,
I wonder what the business is
That you can't do at home?
It's no good telling me
That I would never understand
I bet you anything you like
It's something underhand!Littlechap responds:
My wife's voice is a symphony,
A symphony of love.
When she speaks I hear violins
From above.
My wife's voice is a melody
From the sweetest nightingale throat.
My wife's voice is a symphony,
And I hate every bloody note!
On the original cast LP, FAMILY FUGUE and NAG, NAG, NAG have been combined into one number. But in the original
show, they were separated by TYPISCHE DEUTSCHE, which was then reprised after NAG, NAG, NAG, as Littlechap
does his hand mime with Ilse, confessing he loves her. Once again, Littlechap shouts out, "Stop the world!" and talks
irrelevantly about the only survivors of a Third World War likely to be grasshoppers. This is followed by a reprise of NAG,
NAG, NAG, after which Littlechap, estranged from Evie, moves his things into the spare room.All American
Act 2 opens with the prospect of Littlechap being promoted to Managing Director if he pulls off an American deal and his
father-in-law is made chairman.Announcer: Attention please. Flash American Airways, the airline that has flown more passengers
at greater speed, greater expense and greater risk than any other airline, are proud (and
relieved) to announce the arrival of their one millionth passenger whose wife doesn't
understand him. Remember, if you're dying to fly, fly Flash American!Girl: The Chocolate Box is proud to present Miss Ginnie Romain!
Ginnie is the American version of Evie, a remarkable Marilyn Monroe breathy sound-alike: She sings:
My mother said I never should
Play in a Cadillac in the wood.
If I did she would say
You'll only be sorry on Labor Day.I'm an all American female
From an all American town.
I'm from all American Main Street, U.S.A.
I eat all American popcorn,
I chew all American gum,
Which is why I talk this
All American way.I watch all American movies
Half the all American night
On my all American television screen.
And like all American females
I've an all American dream
To become an all American movie queen.My all American papa comes from Poland.
He came here from Warsaw with my mom.
She lives all alone because my Papa is
An eighteen carat all American bum.I get all American goosebumps
When I hear the Stars and Stripes;
I'm an all American niece of Uncle Sam.
And I think Mr. Eisenhower
Is absolutely swell. . .(Musical Director taps his baton)
Oh really! Well, I think that Mr. Kennedy
Is absolutely swell.
What a lucky all American girl I am!I consider myself very fortunate to be a citizen of the United States of America.
And what is more, I support the Fifth Amendment!
Whatever it is! Rah! Rah! America!Littlechap goes backstage to see Ginnie. They do the hand mime and Littlechap tells her he loves her. Susan, Littlechap's elder
daughter, shows up. She tells him she's going to have a baby. Stunned, Littlechap shouts out, "Stop the world!" He tells the
audience, "If it runs in the family, there's nothing you can do about it." Littlechap returns home and gives the bride away.Once in a Lifetime
Littlechap is Managing Director now, Secretary of the Foreign Trade Association and Committee Member of Snobb's, an
exclusive club. His father-in-law suggests Littlechap run for public office, considering what he knows about "world affairs".
Using the same tactics that worked in Sludgepool, Littlechap runs on the issue of knocking 2% off income tax - 98% being
quite enough. He sings:Just once in a lifetime,
A man knows a moment--
One wonderful moment
When fate takes his hand.And this is my moment--
My once in a lifetime--
When I can explore
A new and exciting land.For once in my lifetime
I feel like a giant!
I soar like an eagle,
As though I had wings!For this is my moment--
My destiny calls me--
And though it may be
Just once in my lifetime,
I'm gonna do great things!Mumbo Jumbo
Littlechap begins to campaign, as the Chorus sings:
Vote for Littlechap! Vote for Littlechap!
Vote for Littlechap! Vote for Littlechap!
For Littlechap!
Girl: Fellow citizens, our speaker for tonight is the Opportunist candidate for this
constituency, Mr. Littlechap.Littlechap sings:
Mumbo Jumbo, rhubarb rhubarb
Tickety bubarb yak yak yak
Mumbo jum red white and bluebarb,
Poor Brittania's on her back.Mumbo Jumbo, rhubarb rhubarb
Nothing newbarb cha cha cha.
Mumbo Jumbo Castro's Cubarb.
I think someone's gone too far!Mumbo Jumbo, rhubarb rhubarb
Voulez-vousbarb avec moi?
Mumbo Jumbo entrez-nousbarb
Bridget Bardot ooh la la!Girl: Ladies of the Book of the Month Guild, it is my pleasure to introduce the Opportunist
candidate for this constituency, Mr. Littlechap!Mumbo Jumbo, rhubarb rhubarb
Has Red China got the bomb?
Velly soon now if it's truebarb
We'll be blown to kingdom come.Chorus: You've got a bomb, We've got a bomb, All God's children got bombs.
Mumbo Jumbo, rhubarb rhubarb
Give the Democrats more cash.
Helps the nation, stops inflation.
How's your father? Wall Street crash.Chorus: We wanna be rich with money to burn.
Mumbo Jumbo, rhubarb rhubarb
Prostitubarb off the streets.
We will fight them on the beaches
But we'll lose between the sheets.Girl: Fellow members of the Motor Scooter Association, I'd like you to meet the Opportunist
candidate, Mr. Littlechap.Mumbo Jumbo, rhubarb rhubarb
Common Market can't go wrong.
Washday Mondays? Send your undies
Chinese laundry in Hong Kong.Mumbo Jumbo, rhubarb rhubarb
Give the Africans their rights.
Colored people are free toobarb
Though not quite as free as whites!Mumbo Jumbo, rhubarb rhubarb
Up your flubarb, Liberty Hall.
And, dear friends, if I'm elected,
I'm all right, Jack--screw you all!Littlechap wins the election by a landslide. He advances through various Parliamentary committees until he has a heart attack.
Evie leads him offstage. He returns to shout, "Stop the world!" He vows to slow down after his recent brush with mortality.Welcome to Sunvale
Evie and Littlechap move to a retirement community, as the Chorus sings:
Welcome to Sunvale,
The Paradise of Kent,
Where rich and famous Englishmen
Retire when nearly spent.Come back to nature,
An hour from Waterloo.
As long as you can foot the bill
Sunvale welcomes you.Someone Nice Like You
A bit belatedly, Littlechap realizes what a treasure Evie is.
Littlechap: Thirty-five years, Evie! I don't know how you've put up with me that long.
Evie: I'm just a glutton for punishment.
Littlechap: I think you must be, my dear.
He sings:
And if we could live twice,
I'd make life paradise
For someone really nice like you.Why did someone nice like you, Evie,
Have to love someone like me?
When I think of all the men
You could have loved,
The men you should have loved,
Who would have loved you.You're worth so much more than me, Evie,
Believe you me, Evie,
You know it's true.
And if we could live twice,
I'd make life paradise
For someone really nice like you.Evie replies:
You ask why should someone nice like me
Have to fall in love with you;
And you mention all the men
I could have loved,
The men I should have loved,
Who would have loved me.Maybe Mister Freud could tell you why
I'll love you till I die
The way I do.
But who wants Freud's advice?
I'm sure it works with mice -
But not with someone nice like you.
Both sing:And if we could live twice
I'd make life paradise
For someone really nice...Littlechap: Like you!
They do the hand mime one last time; then Evie puts her hand to her forehead and exits. Littlechap doesn't notice.
What Kind of Fool Am I?
Littlechap is not only knighted, but also wins the Ignobel Prize for outstanding achievement in the field of Parliamentary
Doubletalk. He calls for Evie to share his triumph, but she's passed on. Once again, Littlechap calls out: "Stop the world!"Jane, Littlechap's youngest daughter shows up to ask why he didn't attend her wedding. He replies he didn't know she was
pregnant, but she is the first in the family not to have to get married. Littlechap tells her he's writing his memoirs; he recalls
Anya, Ilse, Ginnie. He realizes he was never in love with anyone except himself. He sings:What kind of fool am I
Who never fell in love?
It seems that I'm the only one
That I have been thinking of.
What kind of man is this?
An empty shell--
A lonely cell in which
An empty heart must dwell.What kind of clown am I?
What do I know of life?
Why can't I cast away
This mask of play
And live my life?
Why can't I fall in love
Like any other man?
And maybe then I'll know
What kind of fool I am.What kind of lips are these
That lied with ev'ry kiss,
That whispered empty words of love
That left me alone like this?
What kind of eyes are these
That could not see
What could be seen
By ev'rybody else but me?What kind of clown am I?
What do I know of life?
Why can't I cast away
This mask of play
And live my life?
Why can't I fall in love
Till I don't give a damn?
And maybe then I'll know
What kind of fool I am.A Boy appears in the center of the stage, Jane's son about to be born. Death appears and threatens him. Littlechap intervenes,
protecting the Boy. Death beckons and Littlechap exits with him, looking proudly back at his grandson.The Boy survives. From offstage, Littlechap calls: "Stop the world!" He runs onstage and starts the whole show over again, once more miming being born.
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This is a reply to # 1,046,337In a very real sense, automation has "attacked" humanity and declared jurisdiction over properly done jobs that human beings would normally do (such as sorting mail properly). I once knew someone that owned 2 houses 2 miles apart on the same road with the same phone number (they were the only resident) and had to travel back and forth to get all of their mail until they used the NINE digit zip code. The last 2 digits specify (in a large building in a heavily populated city, they specify half the apartments) your house/block/neighborhood. Check at this site (you only need a partial address, not even a zip code)...
http://www.cedar.buffalo.edu/adserv.html
After you get the results of the search, click on one of the pdf choices. That will show you the computer bar code for your address (double check the bar code with your post office and send a test letter to yourself WITHOUT the bar code hoping that the last two digits are good enough in your future correspondence).
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This is a reply to # 1,046,378Thanks for that info. The pdf looks especially interesting, but I often have a different idea of what consitutes "interesting" :)
No offense to you. You might appreciate this more if you had been on the non-receiving end the way I have the past 2 years. I find it interesting that A) Ben Franklin seemed to have mail delivery pretty much figured out 230 years ago and B) I've already proven the problem doesn't happen as long as people are willing to address mail intended for me by not deleting a critical piece of info - namely the name of the town I live in....meanwhile, C) other people, like those who work at my bank, utility company, department of transportation, etc, suggest that this problem might go away IF I/they delete the correct town name, substitute a different town name AND suffix some additional numbers to the end of the "normal" zip code.......numbers replacing names, where have we heard or seen that before ? ;)
Just to take this one more level. The zip code thing came about in the 50's, although it took until the early to mid 60s to get the people indoctrinated in ernest with it. I still remember elementary schoold teachers teaching the importance of this particular dogma. Meanwhile, also in the 50's there was a fairly significant re-write of the bulk of fraud "laws" used to enforce income taxation collection practices. Try to keep in the back of your mind that just like SS #s, use of Zip codes was introduced by politicians as "voluntary"...."just something to help the mail get through" nod nod, wink wink. Likewise, the filing of income tax forms (like 1040) has been characterized as "voluntary assessment" by politicians and government agents as recently as the IRS Commissioner (not the present one, but the one prior). Meanwhile, woven within the mass of fraud generally referred to as "our present body of tax laws, statutes, regulations, policies and procedures", there is a mechanism intended to help the interested parties prop up the notion that our income tax system is legitimate; Revenue Districts. Ever heard of this device, Revenue Districts?
"The receipt of mail with a ZIP code is one of the requirements for the IRS to have jurisdiction to send you notices. The government cannot bill a Citizen of Illinois, because he is not within the purview of the MUNICIPAL LAWS of the District of Columbia. In fact, the Internal Revenue Service has adopted the ZIP code areas as Internal Revenue Districts.". In other words "zip code" is another name for the device known in some quarters as "revenue disctricts"
Once upon a time, the Federal Government, to which the IRS agency has long been fraudulently treated as though it is a legitimate attachmet of, had exclusive jurisdiction only over the people living in places like Washington D.C., Puerto Rico, Virgin Islands, American Samoa, and military fortes "magazines"....."federal enclaves", and the like. Over the years the Federal Government has been gradually inventing devices intended to induce or lure people who are not within their jurisdiction to voluntarily apply to be treated as though they ARE within their federal jurisdiction....hidden contracts...are a real bitch...and then we die :(
PS - the USPS is a private corporation, as is the Federal Reserve Bank, the IRS, the U.S. Marshalls Service, etc. These private corporations are treated as though they are government agencies IE> quasi-government agencies. These are not legitimate government agencies. However, people migth wish to consider the gravity of a situation whereby people treat a non-agency as though it is a legitimate agency with legitimate function within the U.S.G., which itself, on paper at least (government paper at that) is and has been a private corporation since somewhere between the end of the Civil War and the reign of fdr, ergo U.S.G. Inc.
There is an old axiom, I believe history has acredited it to being first mouthed by some great socialist from many years ago. It goes something like this: so long as the common people are content to submit themselves to other people as though they (the other people) have some power/influence/authority over the common people, these other people, by gum, are going to allow this to happen...they generally are not going to complain one bit about this otherwise splended siutation.
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Ohford your posts are so informative and also remind me of what I have forgotten. No, I have not forgotten it, but put it aside, hoping it would go away.
I, too, woke up too soon. And that was at the last election. I was literally in shock for a few weeks. One day walking back from the mailbox I suddenly stopped. I looked at the sky, the tops of the trees, something was different, I couldn't put my finger on it. Almost like a net had descended on all of us, making us captives on this very earth.
For the past few years, I have lived in my own little world, rejecting anything that is negative or pessimistic. I guard my home ferociously. It is my lovely haven, a happy place where I can shut the door and be safe. Nothing that is not positive enters this space. Yet, I see a cloud approaching, a cloud that eventually will force itself into my home, my private life, and it will try to get into my very soul.
What happened to the days of innocence? They are so far away. I remember the way it was and I want to go back. I don't like where we are headed.
Although I am very well versed in the NWO, I always learn interesting tidbits from you. Today I learned a whopper of a tidbit. In God we Trust. Their God is Satan. Yes. So where are we? Up the creek?
Where is God? Or better yet, why are those asleep, asleep? Why don't we fight for what we believe? Why are we so few? So few that it looks hopeless. Why do the followers of Satan follow him so well, and why do we not follow God in the same way? It seems that the good guys should be winning. In my world anyway.
Thank you for the eye opener. Or the reminder. Those with any honesty or decency are becoming a thing of the past. Too many of those that are left are either asleep, or too afraid to speak.
Hugs,
Luella
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