David Icke

David Icke's words seem to resonate with young brits, who grow up in a post discrimination era in which bigotry is largely a fringe activity. At the football, previously the exclusive domain of, and outlet for(?), accepted bigotry and bullying, all prejudices are now outlawed, be that based on gender, skin colour, country of origin etc.
The older generation - that is - those who remember the pre-Wogan David Icke, came through the era where prejudice reached a breaking point. At the football grounds, attendances dwindled as hooliganism proliferated without resistance. Black people were targeted and marginalised, in England, for abuse, bullying, and physical harm, not to mention treated with unfair suspicion by police forces. Homosexuality fought its corner against a backdrop of religious based hatred. Women continued the century long fight for equal rights and equal pay, and to be treated according to their values and actions, not their tits and skirt length.
At the time the establishment, fronted by the Wogan show - aired at prime time, to the huge majority of the watching public on the most prominent of only 4 British television channels.
The Wogan show was the billboard for the zeitgeist of the 1980s. The usual format was celebrities meeting Terry in some pretend middle-aged foreplay set up, usually to promote their new film, album, book, or sporting success. Wogan mixed gentle joshing - see the modern work of Alan Partridge for an identical reworking of the process - with snide side swipes and trapdooring of the celebrities par for the course. I always thought the likes of Wogan, and Parkinson, were so incredibly envious of the seemingly effortless success of their guests, that they took it upon themselves to expose the weakness of their guest - see Piers Morgan or again, Alan Partridge - in order to upset or dethrone their guest, to get a rise out of them, which would "excite" the audience. As Parkinson no doubt saw it, "bring the buggers down a peg or two." Only, the buggers were simply exhibiting their abilities. George Best, Mo' Ali, and others like them, were brought out like lambs to the slaughter. The main objective of the show - "entertainment" through humiliation. This was done to all celebrities who came on the show. Some took Wogan on at his own game, and fought back with cunning and guile. Others took a more aggressive approach, such as Grace Jones. Madonna was brough forward for her turn, and was cool as a cucumber. Either way, the giggling audience would be drooling in anticipation of their next fix of seeing another human being torn to shreds in front of them. A strange young boy who dealt in antiques was paraded out in front of the watching millions. He was fully versed in his hobby and business, and spoke eloquently about his subject. Wogan, in classic "bring this Jonny cum lately down to size" style, proceeded to ask the lad why he isn't normal, and in doing so, clearly implied - in fact just stopped short of saying - that the boy was not normal and that he "should be playing tig with the rest of the kids." The sniggers and the hands-hiding-the-mouth laughter from the audience acted, as was the intention of the entire Wogan project, to persuade the wider TV watching millions of exactly how they ought to react to such a "freak".
Uniqueness, it seems, was not to be celebrated, but to be ridiculed and, equally, condemned as hopeless and hapless, at least by the BBC and those behind their calculated productions.

David Icke simultaneously exited and walked back into this contrived environment when he first left the BBC, then returned as a guest. Wogan, only weeks or months earlier, to be considered a colleague of David, produced his most sneering, sniggering, eyebrow raising, ridiculing performance yet. It was nothing new, but Icke's appearance signalled, for me, an instant change in the epoch of television. Wogan's format fizzled out over the years, and Icke pioneered the modern conspiracy movement of open mindedness and scepticism. Icke came in on the wave of new drugs, mind opening MDMA and the erosion of the prejudice that was crippling society.
That was the early 90s. Ten, twenty years on, and people who saw that TV show still carry the audience reaction to David. "He's a nutter."
Young people, who were not aware of that appearance, and who read and listen to his stuff now, find him engaging, and a grandfather of wisdom type figure. It is with some relief that I, and others like me, sense this change in the zeitgeist, and feeling justified in the complete sense they saw in Icke's words and pictures all those years.
From my perspective, I am far more conscious, aware, and infinitely deep, when I am asleep and dreaming. I have beautiful, loving dreams of limitless possibility. The moment I wake, the whole thing comes crashing down, and its all I can do to get through the so called woken state until the next time I can fly away in my dreams.
Icke's description of the bombardment of the senses - in a fearful, scary, paranoid form - is absolutely spot on, and backed up by psychology experts. All the other proof needed comes from the fact that the USA's budget of invading other countries outweighs the cumulative invasion budget of all other countries in the world combined. Yet USA is portrayed, advertised and promoted, as a free, peace loving country.