Hedge Schools not Hedge Funds

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A review of Michael D's Honorary Doctorate Speech and his "Presidency of Ideas"

Michael D’s Presidency of Ideas | LaRouche Irish Brigade

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One Species Must Go Extinct --- The Oligarchical Species

http://laroucheirishbrigade.wordpres...st-go-extinct/

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If you watch this second in a series of discussions on anti entropy, you will learn how to render the British Empire to extinction once and for all, without their taking the rest of us down with them.

Anti-Entropy – A Scientific Analysis | LaRouche Irish Brigade

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Extinction or Inception: Bring down the British Empire from its' foundation

Extinction or Inception | LaRouche Irish Brigade

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This fine satirical ballad, "The Irishman in London" set to music by Beethoven in about 1814, is a true now as it was then
http://laroucheirishbrigade.wordpres...man-in-london/

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The Irishman in London

The Irishman in London

Oh, have ye not heard, Pat, of many a joke

That’s made by the wits ‘gainst your own country folk;

They may talk of our bulls, but it must be confest,

That, of all the bull makers, John Bull is the best.

I’m just come from London, their capital town,

A fine place it is, faith, I’m sorry to own;

For there you can’t shew your sweet face in the street,

But a Bull is the very first man that you meet.



Now, I went to Saint Paul’s, twas just after my landing,

A great house they’ve built, that has scarce room to stand in;

And there – gramachree! – wont you think it a joke,

The lower I whispered, the louder I spoke!

Then I went to the tower to see the wild beasts,

Thinking out of my wits to be frighten’d at least;

But these wild beasts I found standing tame on a shelf,

Not one of the kit half so wild as myself.



Next, I made for the bank, Sir, for there, I was told,

Were oceans of silver and mountains of gold;

But I soon found this talk was mere bluster and vapour

For the gold and the silver, were all made of paper.

A friend took me into the Parliament house,

And there sat the Speaker as mum as a mouse!

For in spite of his name, wont you think this a joke thoo,

The Speaker he whom they all of them spoke to.



Of all the strange places I ever was in,

Wasn’t that now the place for a hubbub and din.

While some made a bother to keep others quiet,

And the rest call’d for “Order”, meaning just, make a riot.

Then should you hereafter be told of some joke,

By the Englishmen made ‘gainst your own countryfolk,

Tell this tale, my dear honey, and stoutly protest,

That of all the bullmakers, John Bull is the best!

(This fine anonymous poem was set to music by Beethoven in about 1814)

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The Irishman in London


Oh, have ye not heard, Pat, of many a joke

That’s made by the wits ‘gainst your own country folk;

They may talk of our bulls, but it must be confest,

That, of all the bull makers, John Bull is the best.

I’m just come from London, their capital town,

A fine place it is, faith, I’m sorry to own;

For there you can’t shew your sweet face in the street,

But a Bull is the very first man that you meet.



Now, I went to Saint Paul’s, twas just after my landing,

A great house they’ve built, that has scarce room to stand in;

And there – gramachree! – wont you think it a joke,

The lower I whispered, the louder I spoke!

Then I went to the tower to see the wild beasts,

Thinking out of my wits to be frighten’d at least;

But these wild beasts I found standing tame on a shelf,

Not one of the kit half so wild as myself.



Next, I made for the bank, Sir, for there, I was told,

Were oceans of silver and mountains of gold;

But I soon found this talk was mere bluster and vapour

For the gold and the silver, were all made of paper.

A friend took me into the Parliament house,

And there sat the Speaker as mum as a mouse!

For in spite of his name, wont you think this a joke thoo,

The Speaker he whom they all of them spoke to.



Of all the strange places I ever was in,

Wasn’t that now the place for a hubbub and din.

While some made a bother to keep others quiet,

And the rest call’d for “Order”, meaning just, make a riot.

Then should you hereafter be told of some joke,

By the Englishmen made ‘gainst your own countryfolk,

Tell this tale, my dear honey, and stoutly protest,

That of all the bullmakers, John Bull is the best!

(This fine anonymous poem was set to music by Beethoven in about 1814--
He set many Irish poems to music and some can be found here http://laroucheirishbrigade.wordpres...man-in-london/

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Imagine visiting a frontier wonder city-- in the Arctic -the window to space
Window to Space

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The true story of Empress Elizabeth Windsor -God and the Queen

God and the Queen | LaRouche Irish Brigade

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Your Enemy. The Queen

http://laroucheirishbrigade.wordpres...emy-the-queen/