David Cameron immediately announced he was running for the leadership as decrepit sanctimonious vampire Michael Howard finally turned into a strange mist and disappeared into the night. Cameron had the instantaneous support of fellow Bullingdon* cronies Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson MP and George Gideon Oliver Osborne MP. The Tory leadership logflume was underway. The other contenders were David Davis, Liam Fox and Ken Clarke. As the balloting proceeded, Bilderberger Clarke stepped aside as expected and Liam Fox was eliminated in the second round. So it was down to Cameron and Davis. In the following months, an interminable discharge of media gunk pitted “experience against youth”, as Davis and Cameron went through the pointless, sham campaigning they were obliged to. All this being merely a puppet show for the deluded masses while the real agenda was, as ever, being meticulously engineered by invisible, unelected hands. So, after battering has-been David Davis into the ground with his distinctive brand of hollow rhetoric, David Cameron became king of the Conservative termite mound. The fresh faced little shitmuncher was beaming from every media tributary imaginable. He was now only second to Herr Blair in the revered ranks of disingenuous over-achieving politicians.
*The Bullingdon Club is a privileged Oxford University by-invitation-only dining club. Members are obliged to dress for their annual dinner in specially tailored gear from quintessential English tailors, Ede & Ravenscroft. Typical cost for the Bullingdon tailcoats is around three grand. So what do they do? Essentially, Bullingdon members book a private dining room under some amusing nom-de-plume and then destroy said establishment in a drunken frenzy. It’s an upper class version of rock’n’roll hotel trashing. Considerable sums are then proffered to the proprietors in an attempt to cover the damage. Bullingdon members frequently spend the night in a police cell. Such penalization is of course considered a badge of honour. Famous members, aside from Johnson and Osborne, include Alan Clarke MP, David Dimbleby, Darius Guppy, David Faber and Illuminati son Nathaniel Philip Victor James Rothschild.
Back To Dave. David Cameron is most certainly not the ordinary bloke he tries to portray in his cringe-worthy interviews and video logs. In fact David William Donald Cameron is a descendant of King William IV and his mistress Dorothea Jordan - and thus 5th cousin, twice removed of Queen Elizabeth II, through his father's maternal grandmother Stephanie Levita. And his career is just as privileged and non-ordinary as his bloodline.From Eton and Oxford (where he read Politics, Economics and Philosophy), he went on to work in the Conservative Research Dept focussing on facts, figures and bullshit for PM John Major, election campaigns and economic policies. He was part of the renowned Tory brat pack and was already busy plugging himself into other media savvy politicians, journalists, broadcasters and media execs. It was while working in this environment and particularly the 1992 general election campaign that Cameron hooked up with Steve Hilton, who was later to become Director of Strategy during his party leadership. Hilton was to Cameron what Alastair Campbell was to Tony Blair. For his contribution to the success of the 1992 campaign, Cameron was rewarded with a post as Special Advisor to the Chancellor of the Exchequer Norman Lamont. This was a key step up the foodchain. When the unpopular Lamont was sacked after falling out with John Major, Cameron then ended up being recruited by Home Secretary and New World Order placeman, Michael Howard. Another notable crossroads. Someone was helping Cameron along. He was being positioned, placed and groomed. In retrospect this is even easier to account for as we can now see that his Bilderberger connections had him clearly tagged for what the Illuminati would consider to be reliable representative for their agenda; Cameron being even more suited to this than the egregious Blair, due to his singular appetite for acceptance/recognition and his mind boggling vacuity.
In 1994, Cameron left the Special Advisor role behind to work as Director of Corporate Affairs at Carlton Communications. Carlton was a major growth media company with tentacles in the lucrative film distribution and video marketplace. After a few years of honing his bullshitting skills and polishing his media relations abilities, Cameron resigned from Carlton and put himself back into politics. He still remained on the payroll as a consultant and was also (until recently) a non-executive director of Urbium PLC, operator of the Tiger Tiger bar chain. The guy didn’t need to work; he didn’t need a job. Something else was driving him along.
1996 and Cameron found himself selected Tory candidate for Stafford, a new constituency created in boundary changes, which was projected to have a Conservative majority. At the Tory Party conference he called for tax cuts in the forthcoming budget to be targeted at the low paid. Cameron was elected to Parliament as Member for Witney in 2001. He served as a member of the Commons Home Affairs Select Committee until June 2003, when he was appointed shadow minister in the Privy Council Office. He also became a vicechairman of the Conservative Party when Michael Howard took over the leadership in November of that year. He was appointed to the opposition frontbench local government spokesman in 2004, before being promoted into the shadow cabinet that June as head of policy co-ordination. Three months later he became shadow education secretary in the post-election reshuffle. Then, it was the leadership...
Cameron is a truly contemptible excuse for a politician. And everyone knows it. I have watched his ascent carefully, if from a safe distance, and have reasonably and judiciously considered his speeches and statements. They are all shockingly bad. Consider this from his famous Blackpool conference speech from Oct 2005, “I joined this party because I love my country. I love our character. I love our people, our history, our role in the world. This is the only party that understands and is proud of what we've been and who we are. I joined this party because I believe in freedom. We are the only party believing that if you give people freedom and responsibility, they will grow stronger and society will grow stronger. I joined this party because I believe in aspiration. This party, the Conservative Party, is the only party that wants everybody to be a somebody, a doer not a done-for.” Sickening, when one considers his deep duplicity and his undoubted disdain for the common man. I wonder if anyone has gone over the basic principles of karma with Cameron. He has some major work to do to get through the karmic shit he is unfolding for himself. I wouldn’t like to be in his shoes. From an entirely different cerebral frequency, the old Tory faithful must be as enraged as they are perplexed at how this character has managed to elbow his way to the front of the line, with a little unseen help of course. And yet, they are so desperate to get back into power, so demoralized by the Blairite powerhouse, so completely hoodwinked by the NWO magic, that they will shepherd this Blair-moulded Frankenstein’s monster all the way into No.10.
It’s not that Cameron signifies the end of politics. There has never been any freely elected, truly independent politics in recent English history that I can see. And by recent, I mean the last few thousand years. The game has always been rigged. The players are pre-selected and the dice always loaded. Think your vote means something? Think again. I feel this viewpoint will be properly vindicated one day, when the anti-human global agenda and the omnipresent secret societies are exposed in their entirety, for all to scrutinize and wonder at. Future historians will ponder “did they really not know it was all a scam?”
No, the rise of Cameron is not about the end of political credibility. Cameron marks the end of the grand pretence, the end of the make-believe notion that governmental affairs are managed by responsible, freely and fairly elected individuals. For all thinking people, it is now abundantly clear that this is not the case. Who could back a man like Cameron? What politician with dignity and integrity could follow him? They could not. Only those whom the political commentators have dubbed The Cameroons have the innate mendacity to support such a man. Whereas, in the past, it could be argued that certain men and women participating in our parliamentary systems could be seen to demonstrate truth, ideals and compassion in their work, we can now observe without much effort, that the political leaders are not our friends at all. I refer the intelligent reader to the Emperor Palpatine for the archetypal politician.
While it is unpleasant to the see the grim endgame in progress, it’s reassuring to know there can be no real doubt anymore (especially for those observers who sat on the fence) - now we can clearly perceive the political system is just a cover story. It is a fake. A diversion to obscure the real deal. All that’s required to make it stick is a populous sedated on junk tv, junk information and junk food; too physically, intellectually & emotionally stupefied to care anymore. So if you know anyone who supports David Cameron, in any way shape or form, its probably best to excommunicate them with immediate effect. They are beyond help.
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