Day: October 16, 2026

Presenting a Balanced View

The TV Presenter cosily
Chats to makers of the TV World
The problem presenting is politics
In a balanced package
Easy to understand
With well defined lines – no ambiguities.
Ambiguity does not make good TV politics.

Producer: Now as you know we’re to schedule s new series of political programmes
Writer: Yawn!
Presenter: with the agreed aim of presenting a balanced view.
Writer: what is a “balanced view”?
Presenter: To help us define balance we need to draw a hypothetical line down the middle of mainstream political ideas.
Then we can explain the two wings or sides of the dividing line; thus giving us a sensible framework to work within.
Writer: Sounds a bit too convenient to me. You have an abstract main stream – a hypothetical line – giving us a sensible framework! What does all this mean?
Producer: Well, every programme must have a framework. Anyway, the best way to tackle this is to restrict ourselves, because as you know there are as many political ideas as there are stars in the night sky. I want to concentrate on the politics that involves power.
To present a balanced view – that is Left Wing and Right Wing is the way people already see politics and ….
Writer: Then what’s the point of the programme. We’re just going to confirm what people already know. Why not present the truth instead?
Producer: Truth? Whose Truth?
Writer: The Truth, factual information, truthful and not lies.
Producer: Oh that Truth! Well I don’t know, the audiences don’t go in for truth and anyway anything we tell them is treated as the truth by the audience. We can say what the heck we like, and we do, and that satisfies the average viewer!

Close To the Edge

31Dec89

Cool subjective looks go deep
The languishing desert – so bleak
With time like a dagger in the hand,
This moment makes impressions in the sand.

The ridiculous smile inside a tomb
The laughing – coming into this room
And the look – rapidly ageing
The minute – watching, not sleeping

	II

The cool look buried in the sand
The lively legs, moving too grand
The lying sun, giving without measure
As the tomb moves to the edge, closer, closer

A door opens and a fraction of light enters
The window shuts and the wind gentles
The cool looks go deeper, deeper
But the impressions fade slower, slower

Being close to the edge, into a winter
Where the air is gentle and thinner
Looking over into a slowing tomb,
I’m listening, to the falling snow, in my room

	III

Closer, come closer the edge ever closer
Look down the outlook forever
Subject the moment in time, to a smile
Impress the desert sands to new time
Measure the sun’s giving .. closer, closer.
Closer to the edge – listen for the words!
Close to the edge – giving back the clouds!

Long Distance

26Dec89

Long distance
In the side of
Expanding time
The sharpness
Not showing the other side.

Long distance
From the above position
Expanding time
Empty the eons
Thoroughly over the side.

Long distance
March out of time
Expanding Time
Sharpening expanse
The ever revealing side of God

Long distance
From this lofty height
Expanding time
The limits marched against
The never to be seen, other side.

Long distance
The untroubled mind
Expanding time
Wearing out the sands,
Not wanting to be seen on this side.

Long distance
The suffering goes on
Expanding time
Lost in smiles – cried,
Sharpening not the other side.

Long distance
The gap will yawn
Expanding still in time
Then will you reveal
You’re near the other side?

Revenge in the Wings

Stalking the outer reaches
The dark stranger approaches
As the knife is plunged
The girl is raped
Or the old man is robbed
A cloak is thrown into the wind.

Create the circus build the frame
The dark stranger creates the game
“Find the likely party in this
For the day will judge for justice”
The spittle on the lips fries the veins
The guilty are death’s servants.

No hold will stay the axeman’s hand
The dark stranger left a last command
The moral audience is lively tonight,.
As death is the main attraction alright.

Justice So Near

08Jul89

When we cry Justice!
Is the meaning at all clear;
Is the backdrop, that’s always so near,
The unworthy look of revenge?

The Old Testament vow
Shows the message here
A temptation, so simple, so clear
The worthless word is revenge.

The forfeiture is the falsehood
The damning of all people here
That stand watching death so near
The swinging feet is revenge.

When we cry out for justice
The moral audience will shrink
The on-stage ranters talk of fear
Too many throats have grinned revenge.

When I see the dark side
As the grip of temptation strangles
words evaporate, although they are near
They don’t explain the feeling of revenge.

Black Thoughts

Black thoughts
Because black is beautiful
Black thoughts
Because black people have them
Black thoughts
Because anarchists believe in them
Black thoughts
Because media shows distort them
Black thoughts
Because clichés torture or kill them
Black thoughts
Because black thoughts are feared
Black thoughts
Because the rain of truth is near
Black thoughts
Because the colour of my thoughts are black

I’m having black thoughts
Of wonderful paradise islands
Where only the good light shines
Into the darkest shadows
Where the fear and ignorance resides.

I’m having black thoughts
Into a world where the good light
Shines
Where my hand is touching
Another’s
Where the black thoughts are
dying.

The Sky Looks Cool Below

The open open snow laden hill
Waiting for the wind to kill
The only remaining tree
The melting memory
The ever-widening space.

The wide valley of virgin snow
Aching as if wanting to know
The coolest deep sorrow
The landing of tomorrow
To the endless useless race.

Deepening furrows lie stark
Whilst the body feelings turn dark
The blackest eye resting
The cold thought nesting
Waiting for its lonely place.

II

Beyond the peace that is loneliness
Is an urgent maddening mess
Where the collected tears fall
The briefest look is small
Darting a print into the snow.

Behind the unblinking eyes
Caverns echo to the surprise
Of finding the lonely tree alive
The hill will always survive
For the wind will never know.

	III

The pitiful well laden tree
Is the thought of wasted time really
The hill will rise slowly
And the snow will melt eventually
And the sky, blue looking cool below.

YOU’VE BEEN DISTRACTED — ON PURPOSE

They told you who to hate.
Told you which protest to attend.
Told you which flag to wave.
Told you which lives matter — and which don’t.
Told you who the enemy is.
But they never told you the truth.
Because the truth is…
You were never meant to win.
While you were shouting in the streets,
arguing with strangers online,
fighting your neighbour over culture, colour, or class…
They were locking the cage.
It’s always been a war of distraction.
They create chaos — on purpose.
Then sit back and watch you turn on each other.
While you rage about immigration,
they quietly install Digital ID systems in the background.
Facial recognition at borders.
Cashless trials in supermarkets.
Carbon passports tied to your “freedom.”
They give free phones, free housing, free food, free healthcare, free lawyers
— all funded by YOU.
And while that boils your blood…
you’re pointed at the wrong target.
It’s not the people on the boats.
It’s the people in the boardrooms.
The politicians signing the deals.
The globalists shaping your country into a prison.
PROBLEM → REACTION → SOLUTION
It’s a game they’ve played a thousand times.

  1. Create the problem
    Flood the country. Inflate the pressure. Starve the middle class.
  2. Trigger the outrage
    “We need stronger laws! We need order! We need surveillance!”
  3. Offer the solution
    Welcome to the cage:
    Digital ID
    Mass surveillance
    Social credit
    Travel restrictions
    Carbon limits
    Food control
    The truth is, the UK is under attack from within.
    Starmer isn’t leading us.
    He’s delivering us.
    To technocrats. To unelected forces. To digital slavery.
    While the farmers are stripped of land,
    while our food supply is crushed for net zero targets,
    while we outsource the country piece by piece…
    We fight each other.
    While they take everything.
    We are an island. And we are not ready.
    If the shipping lanes go down,
    we will starve.
    If the grid is turned off,
    we will freeze.
    If we keep dividing…
    we will fall.
    The system is not broken — it’s perfectly rigged.
    And the people are being played like violins.
    So I say this as a father, not a fighter:
    Put down the hate.
    Step away from the programmed rage.
    And start protecting your family like everything depends on it.
    Because it does.
    Grow food.
    Reconnect with your neighbours.
    Learn the laws.
    Say no to the digital leash.
    See the game for what it is.
    DIVIDED WE ARE CONTROLLED.
    UNITED WE ARE UNSTOPPABLE.
    Let them hear us now:
    We see the setup.
    We see the puppets.
    We see the plan.
    And we are not playing along anymore.
    — Huxley Knox

AfterLife Report 16 Oct’26

“The quickest way to change the world is to be of service to others. Show that your love can make a difference in the lives of people and thereby someone else’s love can make a difference in your life. By each of us doing that and working together we change the world one inner person at a time.”

Dannion Brinkley

This week’s Friday Afterlife Report is now online at
https://www.victorzammit.com/October16th2026