Thursday, 27 October 2011

I Come To Praise Gaddafi, Not Bury Him

The man is dead they all say - long live the legend. Our lying eyes have seen the footage and even the online pundits ‘concede’ the point. I briefly watched the first video and closed the browser. Whatever was taped I didn’t want to watch any more for the sake of my own soul.

What spastic, cold-turkey junkie prick took the initial video I’ll never know. The quality of the video was the same crap we have seen disseminated time and time again to spread the lies of the so called Arab Spring. Remember also that Saif al-Islam Gaddafi has made more comebacks than Sinatra. Lazarus would be jealous – he only got to come back from the dead once.

I seem to remember that they stopped the crystal clear footage after the Green Square footage was shown to be a set in Doha, Qatar. Other scenes were of a crowd in India. Once ‘Mission Accomplished ™’was declared the hired guns of the western media pissed off back home. If they magically produce some clearer stuff I will remember the fake footage produced after Israhell’s murders got outed in their rampage on the Mavi Marmara.

Enough of the forensics – suffice to say that I don’t believe one single fucking word or image we get forced down our throats here in the liberated ‘West’.

They said he was a brutal dictator. Maybe he was. The Americans were seemingly happy to ship some of their torture-for-hire jobs his way. As a wee side note Assad of Syria would pick up some of that work for the US of I also. That’s how they can prove he was such a bad guy – he was doing some of their dirty work.

All the little favours called in to cement our allies in the ‘War Of Terror’. Like getting made in the mafia movies – enough said without discussing the real kosher nostra. Remember Saddam had lots of really bad ass weapons of mass destruction once upon a time. We know this because Rumsfield sold them to him. Ditching said weapons didn’t work out so well for him either.

What did this tyrant ever do for his people? Free Health Service, free University tuition even if you have to go abroad to get it, grants for anyone to farm the land, a wedding gift of thousands of dollars for newly weds and a bonus for each child born. Food and petrol cost mere cents or pennies if you prefer and 50% subsidies on new cars etc, etc – what a bastard!!

He built a massive water network to distribute water from a huge underground aquifer to make the desert fertile – it was to be the 8th wonder of the modern world.

I didn’t know until yesterday (thanks AP) that he also financed the first African telecom satellite – for Africans. No more bender-over fees to the big western networks for African countries.

He wanted to set up a gold backed African currency that would free Africa from the modern debt slavery of the IMF and the rest of the Rothschild controlled vampires. He was only going to sell his high grade oil in the currency of the new African Dinar… what a complete bastard!

Look around you and think - how many people would sell their mothers or their children for that kind of regime right now? How many of the growing tent cities and modern Hoovervilles – if you even know of their existence – could be removed with such a tyrant? Do you see a link…any link?

On a serious note when was the last time an elected representative in your corner of the world actually made your life easier in a fundamental of life… when? We live in ‘democracies’ because the PTB learned that the sheep are quieter in such work camps and when they are distracted by such theatre.

In the current times X factor, XX Idol (for XX - add country of origin) and celebrity gossip substitute for valuable public discourse. Politics and economics are boring… quick Britney is on the other channel… twitter just said that Yo’ mama is really an alien… check out the abs on……..

I remember when free people lived in Republics. Democracies are frightening places – go read Plato. The read monsters certainly did.

Bullshit and sarcasm aside - the more I heard about the man the more I understood why he had to go and 50,000 Libyan civilians had to die with him – so that the civilians would be safe… safe to be enslaved like we are.

Of course he was portrayed as mad. From the mindset of the pimps and whores in positions of perceived power he was. When you have dial-a-Thai-ladyboy on speed dial the idea of improving the lot of your clan/tribe/country is ludicrous. More coke with that your highness?

WE KILLED HIM. Each and every one of us. What did we do to stop it? Sweet Fuck All. We marched like good sheep to stop Iraq and that worked out alright didn’t it? Only a million dead – give or take a few hundred thousand. Not one march to halt the rape and decimation of Africa’s richest nation after the ‘West’ had previously extended the hand of peace. We did this because we did nothing to stop it and the current carpet bagging of the remnants.

Picture found here.

The vile monsters like Billiary Clinton (deliberate spelling) are there because of us. They, like Obama, Sarkozy and that bloated buffoon (prick is reserved for Blair) Cameron live in our ‘sphere of influence’ – where we live for the stupid.

We can camp out and stand and shout. That’s one approach. We can do lots of things to gum up the works. It matters not a jot if we aren’t doing anything except jerk off at a keyboard. The banksters own us lock, stock and barrel – look up the meaning of that some time – hint it’s about guns and the guns are pointed at us.

We can piss and moan that the good leaders get killed - Ghandi, Kennedy, ML King, Malcom X etc because of the money power of the Rothschild and their khazar, rabbi minions that run the show for them. There have been many good leaders that came and died because we have not been ready for the message of what they face and followed through. They knew and they tried anyway.

Moammar Gaddafi may lie in an unmarked grave or may be resting in a villa somewhere in a sympathetic country. It makes not one jot of a difference. The guilt is ours and we can only remove that guilty by making sure the real guilty parties answer for their crimes. Add that to the list of things to do when we get off our arses.




Fear is the mind killer. If we can conquer fear we can understand how to hold off the armies of evil just like the defenders of Sirte.

Monday, 10 October 2011

Raise A Glass - Make Mine A Beer

The 2nd anniversary of my starting this blog came and went about 10 days ago. Like so much at the moment the days draw out to an uncertain infinity. Events come and go that take over our time and focus and really make us look hard at our priorities.

In my first ever post I mentioned the allegory of Plato’s ‘The Cave’. This really recommends a lifestyle lacking in the mindless distractions that bombard us every minute of every day. Such clear thought from such ‘backward’ and uncivilised societies.

We exist in a vast and complex web of lies… layers and layers of propaganda and mind fucks overlapping and reinforcing one another. Carefully picked research and ideas are promoted and repeated over and over. Look at global warming as a recent example. It’s bullshit but look how many treat it as ‘gospel’.

How much longer then have the puppet masters had to massage and twist the past to suit their present. Our view of history, science, religion, politics, medicine and even the meaning of life and death are a tightly woven tapestry of lies that bind.

What should we believe? None of it. The very question is the wrong starting point as belief is faith and I have no faith in any of the comfort blankets, simplifications and distractions offered as opiates of the masses. Stand alone and make your own mind up no matter how unpopular. It’s not easy and why should it be.

Freedom for me means liberation. Not just from debt to the banksters and from the centuries long indentured slavery to the corporations. Freedom from the fake priests and the bloodlines and vampire slaves to the synagogue.

Freedom to explore the long years back to our true ancient ancestors, to develop a dialogue with the song of life that sings all around us, to trace the lightning spark that connects the stars as it forks through the cosmos around us.

It’s been a long road and it’s only beginning. I’m sure that there are many more scales to fall from my eyes. In the coming and deliberate crash of the fiat (faith based) money systems we must remember the puppet masters who plotted and schemed this in into existence – who ever they may be.

The obvious minions that are exposed on a daily basis are not the top of the food chain. They are not the masters. It will be in the days, weeks and months ahead that we might glimpse the true rotten root of the tree of evil that has really ruled through the eons. Some hand had to conduct the orchestra of the overlords… the hologram of the ultimate matrix.

I came across this video on a MSM site recently. It is a good allegory for what approaches. We are just at the times of the audible cracks. When the edifice falls – spectacular as it is, the mountain of control is still in place and that is the enemy we watch for.

It’s not all doom and gloom. There is so much ingenuity, love, wit and compassion in the souls of the living that we often miss. We miss it because we are not actively looking for it. In times of adversity it will slap us in the face if that’s what it takes to get our attention.

I prefer to look at the glass as half full. I found the following over at George Ure’s place and I wanted to add it. Maybe the glass half empty folks are looking at the sand and not the golf balls. Some battles can’t be won but the important ones are compulsory. Time is short and accelerating.

"A Mayonnaise Jar &Two Beers...
When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 Beers. Story goes like this:
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him.
When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.
He then asked the students if the jar was full.
They agreed that it was.
The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly.
The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls.
He then asked the students again if the jar was full.
They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.
Of course, the sand filled up everything else.
He asked once more if the jar was full.
The students responded with a unanimous 'yes.' The professor then produced two Beers from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand.
The students laughed..
'Now,' said the professor as the laughter subsided, 'I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.
The golf balls are the important things---your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favourite passions---and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.
The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car.
The sand is everything else---the small stuff.
'If you put the sand into the jar first,' he continued, 'there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls.
The same goes for life.
If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you.
Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.
Spend time with your children.
Spend time with your parents.
Visit with grandparents.
Take time to get medical checkups.
Take your spouse out to dinner.
There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal.
Take care of the golf balls first---the things that really matter.
Set your priorities.
The rest is just sand.
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the Beer represented.
The professor smiled and said, 'I'm glad you asked.'
The Beer just shows you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of Beers with a friend.