Moneyless-ness due to automation is in reality Wage-lessness. By John Sax Trumpet with Real Economist News. DUBLIN, COTES D'ARMOR, BERLIN: This is written in all reverence and submission to our Lord and King. England is mighty so the benefits problem is a small problem for England to solve and then England will enjoy its moment of hegemony over it's lands. If we cannot solve this, then we have to find our ancestors who would ensure that we do solve it. We thank our Lord and King. We must really ask who and what are we if we don't solve it? We would also ask how and why is this possible when the economic normal in all other territories from Killarney to Moscow except for the UK resonates an Unconditional Universal Citizens Benefit without means testing. Certainty in systems requisite for the civilisation are always facing nativism ( native resistance); sometimes sophisticated native resistance. In this case in the UK, Canada and the United States, Eleanor Roosevelt ( carrying the DNA of exiled Hugenots ---Elba Babylonian) suggested that she wanted to know what people have before everyone received an unconditional universal benefit in 1936. Her husband passed an executive order but she micromanaged the programmes afterwards and denied the benefits to anyone that had farm animals or a toilet inside their home. This was in the states west of Ohio. Instead of asking what people have, they now suggest they are trying to save money with means testing. They suggested that maybe they are trying to save money but they do not account for the loss of money in the cost associated with losing people to health problems, the cost of crime and desperation with a micromanaging of the applications with massive social worker cadre who are paid significant sums to manage whether someone is judged as having too much education they say to get a benefit. They are really aiming at social worth; not saving money. The educated qualify for the benefits but the social workers, while paid, put the applicant through games involving waiting lists or it's approved and cancelled for no reason and they have to apply again. Then they applied again, it's approved and the money is held at the bank. The social worker shows up at the bank to collect the benefits payment from the Fraudster Bank Clerk. Nicola( Job Centre social worker) showed up with Annette ( DWE 1980 fired social worker) in January 2022 at the Halifax Bank in Muswell Hill to collect 2 months worth of benefits payments owing to her distant relative; paid to her and Nicola as cash). This is not seen in anyway across the other economies that face less nativism. In 2026, the goal of nativism is to guarantee and enjoy the full benefits of citizenship. All receive the benefits and all receive it in amounts that ensure we do not suffer a sense of economic subordination in our economy in front of foreigners who receive $130,000.00 per year in benefits from Asia. The English in Canada or the UK recieve only $100,000.00 per year. The core paradox of technological unemployment and aggregate demand—famously captured in the exchange between union leader Walter Reuther and a Ford executive showing off factory robots: when the executive asked how Reuther planned to collect union dues from the machines, Reuther replied, "How are you going to get them (the machines) to buy cars?" Saving human labor lowers unit costs and expands margins for an individual firm, but across the macroeconomy, wage labor is or was the primary vehicle for distributing consumer purchasing power. Without wages, high-volume production encounters a wall of missing effective demand or consumer stimulus if this is not substituted with an unconditional universal non means tested benefit. We will face a crisis without this benefit. Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who according to his great mercy hath regenerated us unto a lively hope, by the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead. https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1Pet.1.3&version=DRA. It seems then that God wants us to enjoy regeneration and our Lord and King has commanded us to do so. See his UDHR; Article 25. Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord. While Grade 10 is the last grade that Jillian finished in 1986, the real question is to ask what is the point in being the producer of many robotically made products if you don't have sufficiently funded consumers across the whole market to buy the goods; many stolen and many redundant in six months? We accept there could be some tragedies in any economy but we cannot engineer tragedy. We can engineer financial safety and assurance for the entire population. What is happening in Canada and the UK is quite the opposite and not economically normal. It might be the vendetta of the orphan boy and girl from 1947 whose parents died in the wars and he decided to kill a school boy and just be him. The mother was in shock but she called it her Black Sabbath and the true end to the war. Her son was 10 and the boy who killed him was 15 that showed up from school that night in her son's uniform. He became a bank employee at Barclays at 17 years old after he killed the woman to inherit and started holding peoples benefits for years until they would beg if they did not offer him some since he was a king now from 15 years old. We are engineering not classlessness but what class would you have if you would ignore the problems in your community? Instead we are working to engineer an economy that is free of overt human need and suffering. We once engineered a road culture that is free of horse dung. For many centuries horse dung, it's sight and smell was a common urban experience because it is sad and you might bump into it or see it. It smells. We engineer now a society that is, as much as possible, free and void of human need and suffering. There is still class. Some will buy Moet Chandon for their daily breakfast and some people can play an instrument or act. Some cannot. Some cannot play or act but attend live concerts or they teach Sunday School or they run a pub or restaurant, paying whom they must. Some watch motor racing, golf or tennis or attend church at least once a month. That is where you get class. Some can speak two languages; comprende'? Te no habla Bueno English. Habla Bueno English; Bueno Trabajar!!!! After all of your efforts, we accept nonetheless that some humans may have bad experiences that may leave them sad. Someone robbed them at the swimming pool and took all their clothing, ID etc. we give them a benefit card and help them rebuild their lives. After all our efforts to provide for the people as the royal plebes, they may choose to spend and gamble like a Lord Doyle but even for these kinds of people, they will be propped up and kept alive by a guaranteed unconditional income support; not too sad as he lives on marmite that is full of iron and strong hair texture; not zyclon hair processing. It's God's will that our hair grows as we eat; not that we are acid burned by Cesium. It might be that only one out of four people, after being given all the support as a Royal plebe with the good income support, will go on to be regenerative. We call this the parable of the Royal plebes. This means that we know some people will be self destructive in any society in spite of all of our efforts to ensure everyone is providers for and cared for like a Royal rose or Royal squirrel. Read as follows: The Royal Plebes In the drought-stricken valley of Oakhaven, young Jack was sent to market with his family’s last meager possession—a barren, milkless cow or it had milk but the milk was acid because the grass was acid due to Cesium Acid rain. The village was impoverished, its spirit crushed under the heavy tribute demanded by the unseen Politician Giant who dwelt above the clouds, hoarding the realm’s water, soil, and gold. He always had a nice thick hair cut though in his old age and looked well fed. At the edge of the market square sat an old stranger whose cloak was woven from unspun wool and starlight. He did not offer copper or silver for the cow. Instead, he opened his palm to reveal four distinct seeds, each gleaming with a different shade of light. “These are the Four Seeds of the Royal Plebes,” the old man whispered. “Every commoner carries royal blood, but only those who know where to plant the seed will ever claim their blessings.” Jack took the four seeds and returned home. His mother, seeing no food or coin, cast the seeds out the window in grief and despair. Yet each seed fell upon a different ground in the yard, and by morning, the parable of their fate was revealed. The First Seed fell upon the hard, packed cobblestone path where the townspeople marched to pay their taxes. It lay exposed, hardened by centuries of trodden boots. Before the sun could warm it, the scavengers of the sky—black crows of cynicism and fear—swooped down and swallowed it whole. It represented those whose hearts had grown too callous to believe in regeneration, surrendered forever to the dust. The Second Seed landed upon the shallow, rocky cliff overlooking the town square. Seeking instant glory, it sprouted within minutes. By midday, it had grown into a dazzling, glittering stalk of thin glass and golden leaf. The villagers cheered its rapid rise, naming Jack a hero. But because its roots could not penetrate the solid stone beneath, the midday heat scorched its shallow base, and the entire structure collapsed into worthless dust before dusk. It represented those who chase rapid acclaim and superficial status without depth or foundation, spending too much and not saving enough so they are skint and shabby. The Third Seed dropped into the wild, briar-choked ditch at the edge of the lord’s estate. It took deep root, but as it surged toward the sky, it intertwined with sharp thorns and choking vines. Jack climbed this dark, twisted stalk and reached the Giant’s castle, where he stole a purse of gold and a golden hen. Yet as he descended, the stalk’s razor-sharp briars bled him dry, and the greed for the golden hen poisoned his mind. He spent his nights guarding his stolen treasure, terrified that another would climb the stalk to rob him. In conquering the Giant, Jack had merely become one—a slave to his own thorn-filled paranoia. The Fourth Seed, however, fell into the rich amber, white, brown, red, yellow and black humble clay of the communal garden, tended quietly by the working folk. It did not burst forth in a frenzy, nor did it wrap itself in thorns. It drank deeply of the common earth, building immense, woven roots that anchored it miles wide into the valley floor. Over days of patient labor, the fourth stalk rose like a majestic, green staircase enjoying a zero recession economy right into the heavens—sturdy, broad, and open to all. Jack, now humbled by the failure of the first three seeds, led his mother and the whole village up its wide, stable emerald steps with free trade as everyone received £300 per day in England and $300 per day in Canada on their Bean Support Cards. The fourth seed represents England flourishing across Canada as a Germanic population that speaks some French. They did not go as thieves in the night to steal the Politician Giant's wealth, but as a unified nation of sovereigns. Together, they opened the Politician Giant’s iron gates, reclaimed the stolen waters, and distributed the celestial seeds across the land below. The Giant, deprived of his monopoly over the sky, vanished into memory, while the common plebes—having cultivated true depth, community, and courage—enjoyed with the true royals in their own right. We are not seeking a class struggle. We are not seeking independence from legal formalities. This is about a warrior spirit that will work to feed his own population with this financial ration (also called the benefits); at $300.00 per day but paid every two weeks at $4200.00 every two weeks. We can afford it. We feed the multitudes. We provide a fraction of the money to the consumer citizen that we saved on wages using robotic automation. We ensure the government inputs this benefit throughout the economy, assisting every citizen and permanent resident who are the consumers. We give some money to industrialists within the lawful remit of relevant government programs. But without money provided to consumers, we get an industrial desert. We are just warriors who do have access to the benefits system and will save our home land by paying the benefits to every citizen. It's the law. We are not just orphans needing to be accepted after messing up some where else in the English world. We see no fatties, no trannies, no beardos, no weirdos, no wimps, no radicals; just warriors; and some with beards. It is just that the English people in the world are the only people who have not taken the same solution to Wage-lessness as the other G7 populations. But we boast about those other populations; especially the Chinese. The solution is a guaranteed unconditional universal income support benefit paid to all on your economy who have the right to work. We take a portion back as the sales tax and we can pursue an elevated sales tax on consumer activity (an automation tax) to ensure there is no anxiety about a universal unconditional income support benefit and its cost feasibility. The benefit solves all homelessness crisis or crises. We will clear encampments with emergency benefits cards so people on there encampments can find hotel or motel shelter. With the good benefit we allow people to self serve in answering their problems or needs. We build condos where most of the units can be used as housing at a special housing rate; if they request this special lease rate and qualify as the unemployed. If it's a housing unit, a yellow circle sticker one inch on diameter is placed on the door. The building manager may enter when you are gone out and steal your bacon since you asked for housing. But otherwise it's a condo building unit. A portion of the money goes to the government on all these units. They financed it. But without the benefits paid to all citizens, the English economies remain Orphan economies; Estranged economies. Click here.