More than four hundred years ago, a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. Last night, I destroyed the Old Bailey to remind this country of what it has forgotten. Last night, I sought to end that silence. He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to the now high chancellor, Adam Sutler. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. But again, truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well, certainly, there are those who are more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way. There are, of course, those who do not want us to speak. But in the spirit of commemoration, thereby those important events of the past usually associated with someone's death or the end of some awful bloody struggle are celebrated with a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of everyday routine-the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. Allow me first to apologise for this interruption. Thanks for listening, send us your questions and until next time.V: V: Good evening, London. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me, one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament, and together we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever be forgotten. So if you’ve seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you, then I would suggest that you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words they are perspectives.

Fear got the best of you, and in your panic, you turned to the now high chancellor, Adam Sutler.

They were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. But again, truth be told, if you’re looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. How did this happen? Who’s to blame? Well, certainly, there are those who are more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing you’re conformity and soliciting your submission. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn’t there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression.

But in the spirit of commemoration, where upon important events of the past, usually associated with someone’s death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, are celebrated with a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of everyday routine, the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition.

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