Hi everyone, welcome to the channel for another pause for thought about how the baddies are

making a mess everywhere they look, everywhere they stand with every word and deed.

In a minute I'll be shining a light on all of that, but before we kick off,

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So if you hear some clicking and knocking, it's not the sound of distant gunfire, it's just thermal dynamics.

Let's go on with it.

It's the 11th of November, as I'm saying this.

Now, I didn't watch the Remembrance Service this year on the television.

I don't watch the television.

But I haven't watched the Remembrance Service for a few years now.

Not watching that ritual of the Royals and the latest crop of politicians on the

Sunday on or closest to 1111. It's another part of what happened to me five years ago. I often

think about the war dead. Don't get me wrong for a moment.

Not every day, but often. For all sorts of reasons, they come to mind. And I certainly think about

the war dead. I'll never stop remembering the murder, which is what it was, of millions of men and

boys during World War Parts 1 and 2 so far. But now, and after a lifetime of watching,

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