She turned on the radio, and this is what she heard:
“-[unintelligible]It’s too many old people. The sewers are crawling with them. Pipes bursting at the seams for all the old, squatting in your plumbing, under your homes, breathing. Can you hear the breathing? Laboured, wheezing–it’s all I can hear at night, it keeps me up. For all the [unintelligible] sleepless nights, whilst the apneic snoring of the elderly rings in the ears of those who work day and night to support this country. But they never lose a wink of sleep, do they? Eyes baggy with it, and yet they still need more– and more, and more— but not too much more!! Because they refuse the natural sleep, the endless sleep, they cling on to the bowels of this land [unintelligible] John Bull!! Mosquitos, fat on our blood!! Our wages!! Our sacrifices!! We are thin, yet they pulse, swollen with the fruits of our [unintelligible]. Leeches and bloodsuckers and parasites all! And vampires all!! Tapeworms and fleas and lice, all!! [Unintelligible] time for an unclogging!!
[Unintelligible] better than you, and better than me. I ask you this then– how can a cockroach look down upon the broom? If you don’t know, put it to the cockroach, and see if it can answer [unintelligible] speak.
The cockroach is not capable of human speech, it can only hiss, and spray its venom. It is not capable of human feeling– it can only concern itself with it’s own meaningless survival, at the expense of all else. It is not capable of human thought– it can only do as its nature demands. It can only eat. And eat it will! It will eat until it is fat, until it bursts, and in doing so, spread its vile contagion! [Feedback] [unintelligible]
Look at the old in your neighbourhood. It’s flapping jaw, its wobbling, stinking teeth. The vapour from its bloated tongue, smelling of dental decay and dampness, and cabbage. Swinging jowls, sagging skin. Rheumy, yellow, beady eyes– those are not the perceptive eyes of a person. Now meet the gaze of your peer. The difference is clear.
If we allow the infestation to continue uninhibited, sucking the healthy life force from the rightful children of Albion, it will not be so clear. You and yours will drop dead on the work floor to be replaced and replaced again by your fellow man, whilst the olds get older and more despicable, until there is no one left to work this nurturing soil, and only then will they accept the end.
My fellows; we do not accept. We do not accept! [Unintelligible] Do not allow the sickness to run its course.
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Take up [unintelligible] hand in hand. Defend your peers. Defend the isles. Crack open the pipes and let the pus run in the streets so that the body of Lady Britannia might one day heal.
Let me be clear, dear listener, lovely listener – the time is now. I love you. Do you love me?
The knife in your kitchen, the bat in your cupboard, take it now. Gouge out those un-seeing eyeballs with your spoons, crush those clutching hands with your boots, break those brittle skulls with your brooms, until they are dead! Dead! Dead and [Unintelligible] It’s too many old people-”
