I take few peaceful minutes – no children, no computer. I pick up magazine and literally isolate myself from this world. I transfer my soul to tropical beauty shown in pictures and I visualize myself living there and not just vacationing.

My battery gets recharged; I get smile back on my face and I say to myself: “One day …”

How many times have you felt down and depressed because of one reason or another?

How many times have you felt that you needed to recharge your battery? How many times have you lost your inspiration and motivation? How many times have you faced problems and obstacles that discouraged you from persisting with your goal?

What brought you up and what pulled you down during these crucial times?

I remember back in 1994 when I was starting college, a friend of mine gave me a study to read. The study came from a major corporate research. It was on “why executives rise to height of their company and why other people don’t.”

The executives told in their words what they did to achieve such a success. I don’t have that study anymore but I remember it very well because I’m still practicing what they said.

One of steps was to have material goals. Something that you can see.

The material goals represent something far beyond material form. When you visually see material goals that you’re striving for, you receive feeling of kind of person you need to become in order to have them.

That feeling will recharge your fuel cells and bring your enthusiasm to front line.

We live in a material world and we have to operate in a material world. We want material things because they’re a representation of who we are.

What you want is good, because what you want is an extension of you becoming better.

And sometimes, you just need a basic material something to spark you into a higher level of achievement.

How is it that we, lost option to be free, How did we give away our right to choice, How did we believe, whilst being deceived, When did we decide to lose our voice. How did we select politically correct, Why are we victims of unpunished crime Were we such fools as not to see tools Or did we think they would go away in time.

The tap is darkly dripping, droplets that are gripping Our throats today our minds in time to come We must turn tide, and reaffirm our pride, We must prove we are not deaf and dumb. It is no good wailing, chained up to your railing, That you want vote back like before, For no one hears your plea, they are deaf to you and me, No on cares about us any more.

This is about manipulation, of us and of our nation This is about illusions triumph over actual reason, This is about lies, and power to mesermerise, This is about a slowly creeping treason, This is about eviscery, of neutral BBC, This is about what poison will soon take its place, This is about five year plans, and Citizens of Euroland, This is about civil service, with a very red face, This is about soaps and plays, which in very subtle ways, Try to put into our minds new sets of plausible truths, This is about newspaper demise, in guise of purveying lies, Whilst state preaches Pravda through schools to our youth, This is about vision and sound, and any means that is allowed, Trying to persuade you against your own common sense, This is about duplicity, making seem true what cannot be, And hoping you will at very least sit on fence. This is about unelected expertise, being paid huge taxpayer fees, Alaister Campbells school of used car salesmen integrity, This about usage of such curs, and their lies, and their slurs, To pull wool over eyes of you and me.

Maybe feeble opposition is fuelling this submission, But this is not about parties or their competence, This is simply a war, not about who to vote for, But who to definitely vote against.