Monday, 5 March 2012

The Ides of March - 2012

I know I’ve been AWOL again but what can I say… I’ve been busy. Thanks to the subtle poking of a fellow blogger (you know who you are – grin) I felt the urge once more to give my tuppence worth of opinion on our times.

Here we are in the fateful month of March. From what I have read and seen online we have collectively been wound up tighter than a watch-spring in anticipation of the weeks and months ahead. There are so many obviously important dates arriving one after another this month that a ratcheting-up effect would seem to be the desired result.

Clif High from HalfPastHuman fame has been focusing in his recent reports on the 2nd – 5th as the start of the SHTF end-times. I enjoy his reports immensely but I have been here before. ‘Release language’ can cover a lot of things linguistically. I hope he’s wrong but even a broken watch is right twice a day.

Vladimir Putin was re-elected over the past weekend and I am still cautious as to how I perceive his presence and role in our times. More on that shortly. Nit-wit Yahoo is today over in Washington giving Yomama his marching orders - who’s your daddy style. There’s a double meaning there for the Cognoscenti. The usual gargoyles and vampire’s of AIPAC are holding their annual orgy on the Potomac and the high feast of Purim is on the 7th and 8th this week. Snordelhans has an excellent video on that topic.

As a wee detour from my usual fare we see that Mars – the ancient God of War - is high in the Northern sky at the moment. In Roman times the Ides of March (15th) were traditionally a feast in his honour. If you like horoscopes this should raise the hackles on your necks. I don’t go in for that sort of thing personally but then I’m not a Baal worshiping freemason either.

If you like to stick with more mundane topics the pre-planned implosion of the Global Ponzi scheme is primed, timed and ready to blow. Rumours circulate of an insider-planned Greek default in the third week of March – on or around the 23rd - all that’s needed is the diversion.

It’s enough to make anyone a little anxious – fearful even. I believe that is its deliberate purpose. Mankind has been led by the nose for centuries by those who game the system for their own advantage. While I’m not into astrology that doesn’t mean that others do not judge their actions by the increased probability for success at certain conjunctions.

We are approaching a great apocalypse – an unveiling, a revelation. This is not the same as the battle on the plains of Megiddo although that may come later. So many of us are now openly questioning the status quo of the power structures in our nations directly – not just the muppets/puppets in public office. Many of us have taken that awareness and are also challenging the history and myths that have propped up the pillars of their temples.

While this is a time for great promise it is also one of great peril. An incessant cacophony of cries for war is drowning out all other discourse. That it is coming from the false jews and their gimp Christians is no surprise. They do their masters bidding in the assumption of immunity. No scholars of the hidden history there then. The peril comes from the danger of buying into the perceived choices we are now offered. To choose war and pick sides will always be the choice of the poisoned chalice.

In the late 1800’s and early 1900’s social movements were challenging the captains of Capitalism. Communism was the Trojan horse to undermine and guide the masses away from the real power of usurious banksters. World War 1 was set in motion and millions were marched off in patriotic fervour to their deaths. The bankster’s power was increased and global power was controlled by even fewer hands.

Communism arose from those ashes. The schemes and betrayals of that war exposed the banksters 5th columnists for what they were – a Khazar Turkic Hun invasion no less devastating than the previous Mongol hordes. Attila might not have understood the method but he would have recognised the end results. The same banksters that spawned them then created a new ism – fascism.

Then the bankster hands were pulling the levers again. A strong leader ‘arose from obscurity’ - one who would make them strong again. The German people were duped again and the same braying voices cried out for war of conquest. Fascism was smashed, Germany smashed once and for all as an impediment and Europe emptied of its Khazar population. Where could they go? Meanwhile the captains of Das Capital were safe in New York. The ashes spread around the globe and Israhell slithered onto Palestine’s shores to disgorge the Horde’s spawn.

Spring 2012 and here we go again. It’s not a case of the Polish Corridor. Now its ‘Humanitarian Buffer Zones’ and RTP. We have an all new modern Axis and the Bush family have earned Billions devastating it just as Grandpa Bush earned Millions arming and financing the Nazi’s. How is IBM’s stock doing these days?

We have watched it all unfold in glorious Technicolor – now in glorious 3D on the right TV sets. It took decades to get that kind of footage of WWII. At what stage can we say that the new World War has started? A few millions dead would normally qualify but the fake Cold War caused more even than that. The Soviet Union didn’t collapse – it suffered from mass migration of its gangster class. 20 years later and they are all in the think tanks and boardrooms of Empire.

Putin may be a good guy with the best interests of his people at heart but I highly doubt it. Once a spook (KGB) always a spook. He is now regularly vilified in the Western Press but was Time’s Man of The Year in 2007 – check the cover for the competition. Ring any bells? In the 1930’s the Germans were helped by US technology and the German’s helped the Soviets develop tanks. How the cream of Aryan manhood must have wept when the T34’s rolled out to meet them.

I see no hope in a future run by the slaver Empire of China. Down the memory hole went Mao’s long march and the Cultural Revolution. Slaves executed for arbitrary reasons and their families billed for the bullet. Tiananmen Square anyone? Who decided that this was to be the slave labour sweatshop for the global pirates? They have been built up from without with not-so-secret technology transfers and by Israhelli subterfuge and theft.

We can’t have a credible mass blood sacrifice if only one side has all the high-tech toys of destruction. Germany was built up in a decade from hyperinflationary basket case to superpower. Russia and China have had similar timeframes to ‘tool up’. The US is hollowed out and bankrupt. Their high-tech wonder weapons are built using Chinese microchips. Good luck with the logistics of that come show time. Don't forget the Brits... on second thought do. They be as helpful as El Dulce's tanks brigades.

I keep in mind that that the Ayatollah Khomeini of Iran was installed by MI6 and the French. He was the original ‘mad mullah’. That set up the media stereotype that they have run with since the 1980's. The real nutters were the Wahabbi sect and their Madrassa shock trooper kabuki theatre of pain - run by the spook soup of CIA, MI6 Mossad etc etc. They have been trained and paid for by the House of Saud – a fake Muslim dynasty enthroned by the British and built on hidden khazar bloodlines – just like the Donmeh in Turkey. Those soaring oil prices must be a comfort to their leaders for being front stage in the coming drama.

We see a perceived polarisation of the world population again – just as the numbers of our awareness reaches critical mass. It is Good v Evil, Us v Them and a clash of civilisations (cough, gag…) If you believe that last one then you are snapping the manacles on your own wrists and on the wrists of generations of children of whomever survives. Real humans have absolutely nothing to gain from any conflict. I cannot directly fix any problem in another country but we need to identify the lever pullers in our own jurisdictions. Sabotage takes many forms even if is just throwing shoes at the machine.

We are living in scripted times. Many of us can trace the sickness back to the Amshel Mayer’s Red Shield. Where did his ilk comes from and who taught them. Can you trace it back to Cromwell’s paymasters in England? What about as far back as the merchants of Venice? Before them stretching back to the Phoenicians and then where…. Dare we follow it back? The sickness that follows us is always the same and it is the power and issue of money. I can see the root of the tree. It is up to wiser minds to imagine how to cut the root. Who knows what inspiration may come in the times ahead.

This is not a time to be despondent or fearful. Fear is the adrenaline these ghouls feast up on. We need a clear mind and a steady hand. If ever there was a time that our dear departed dark poet was needed it is now. I leave on the words of the late Bill Hicks. They are as valid for me today as they were then – maybe even more so.

The world is like a ride in an amusement park, and when you choose to go on it you think it's real because that's how powerful our minds are. The ride goes up and down, around and around, it has thrills and chills, and it's very brightly coloured, and it's very loud, and its fun for a while. Many people have been on the ride a long time, and they begin to wonder, "Hey, is this real, or is this just a ride?" And other people have remembered, and they come back to us and say, "Hey, don't worry; don't be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride." And we … kill those people. "Shut him up! I've got a lot invested in this ride, shut him up! Look at my furrows of worry, look at my big bank account, and my family. This has to be real."

It's just a ride. But we always kill the good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok … But it doesn't matter, because it's just a ride. And we can change it any time we want. It's only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings or money. Just a simple choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love instead see all of us as one. Here's what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money we spend on weapons and defences each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would pay for many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace.

Bill Hicks 1961-94

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.

Sunday, 18 September 2011

So Long David

Today a good friend died.

He had been ill for every year I had known him but his final submission was a shock and the end a relief. Eventually every miracle has to end. His stubborn determination kept him on this plane long after many would have folded.

He was a wonderful warm cantankerous old bastard and I saw a lot of myself in him... and vice versa. I don’t have that strength but I have great role models.

I’m no stranger to death and funerals. Practice still doesn’t blunt the loss. It reminds me of the real big picture. So many in the West have no experience of this and hence the abject horror of it all. So many that run away and cannot face death and all its baggage face on.

I think that has a link to the ability to blank out the murder and suffering of so many that we in the West cause. As technology progresses the greater the distance between the killer and the killed becomes. You can’t see the whites of their eyes from 20,000 feet. You can’t see their fear and their pain. There is no contact with the human you are killing.

I sat on a train journey recently near some young women discussing how well their spouses were progressing in their air force careers. Whoopee... every bangle, bauble and perk was paid for by the wages of death and the corpses of anonymous strangers.

Violent death is no different - it just adds the other emotions of anger and revenge. That completes a circle that we should always avoid.

The next time we read of a murdered human anywhere in the world we should think –how would I feel if that was someone belonging to me? The millions in Iraq, the 10’s of thousand in Afghanistan, the daily trickle of children in Gaza. You get the picture.

Monday, 25 July 2011

Greater Love Than This Hath No Man

At the tender age of 12 I witnessed a watershed moment in the history of Ireland’s long struggle against the British Crown. In 1981 Irish Republican prisoners reached a point of no return in the battle to break the British policy of criminalisation. The battle would culminate in the pyrrhic victory of sorts in the Irish Hunger Strikes.

From 1976 the British mounted a media offensive to give the impression that the Irish struggle for independence was a criminal gang conspiracy with no popular support other than that given through intimidation and fear – they were made out to be nothing more than gangsters.

The struggle commenced when the British Government withdrew the ‘Special Category Status’ of political prisoners. This status was granted after a previous hunger strike in 1972 at the height of the early troubles. Republicans incarcerated after this time would also be housed in a specially built maximum security prison – the H Blocks.

The first prisoner processed under the new regime was Kieran Nugent. He refused to wear the offered prison uniform and said the prison guards would have to "nail it to my back”. He was forced to be naked with only a thin prison blanket to protect his modesty. Hence came the name of the “blanket protest”.

Later the war of attrition continued and escalated to a point where the prisoners had to smear their faeces on the cell walls and throw urine under the cell doors. As conditions worsened only one tactic remained - Hunger Strike.

An abortive mass hunger strike took place in 1980 when British brinkmanship took the struggle to the point of near death. It was unsuccessful after a last minute “good faith” proposal from the Brits proved ultimately worthless – Perfidious Albion as usual.

A difficult decision was made that the weakness of this tactic would be removed. Hunger Strikers would join at different times and that in the event of deaths they would be replaced with fresh volunteers.

This would be no suicide mission but a tactic to increase pressure through public protest. Existing medical conditions would be monitored and illness would force the stand down of some hunger strikers.

The strike began on 1st of March when Bobby Sands first refused food. He would be joined by Francis Hughes, Raymond McCreesh and Patsy O’Hara. Bobby would be elected to the British Parliament in a by-election during his fast to increase the pressure on the British.

All through March and April tensions rose rapidly. Everyone expected the Brits to play brinkmanship games again. No one believed that they would allow a Member of their Parliament to die in this manner. In the early hours of the morning of the 5th May Bobby died after 66 days on hunger strike. To say the district I lived in exploded in anger would be an understatement.

In spring and summer of that year while the world watched the petty pomp of Charles and Di’s wedding a nightmare death watch ensured for the Irish. The strike was ultimately called off in early October after the prisoners’ families’ repeatedly intervened to ask for medical treatment when they slipped into comas.

By its end 10 hunger strikers had died. 2 were ordered off the protest on medical ground, 5 had been taken off by their families and 6 were still on strike at its end. The entire nation was traumatised by the emotional rollercoaster and the ensuing violence.

Publically the British lauded the ‘defeat’ of the Republican Movement. In private it was an acknowledged disaster for them. Their reputation in the international community lay in tatters. In Ireland there weren’t enough guns to supply the new generation of volunteers.

The flagging armed resistance was rejuvenated. The electoral success of Bobby and his election agent Owen Carron propelled the political party Sinn Fein to the front of the struggle. There was no going back. All this was unforeseen in those days.

30 years ago ordinary men from ordinary backgrounds were forced into a terrible struggle with a merciless state. Despite the public stance of the British the prisoners achieved their 5 simple demands.

  1. The right not to wear a prison uniform;
  2. The right not to do prison work;
  3. The right of free association with other prisoners, and to organise educational and recreational pursuits;
  4. The right to one visit, one letter and one parcel per week;
  5. Full restoration of remission lost through the protest.

Why do I bring up these still painful memories at this time? At this very moment another strike is under way. On 1st July prisoners inside Pelican Bay State Prison in California began a rolling hunger strike.

They too have 5 demands and have been reduced to using the most fundamental weapon of the oppressed – their own lives. We can read about this struggle from the Hunger Strike Solidarity and Prison Watch blogs.

The tactic of hunger strike is an old and respected one in many cultures. It is the tactic of last resort and these men have been left with no other option. Fyodor Dostoyevsky is quoted as saying that "The degree of civilization in a society can be judged by entering its prisons."

We shall see how civilised the new Empire truly is. In a society that frequently employs prisoners as slave labour the dimensions of this struggle are deeper than simply ‘law and order’ issues. Human rights for the inmates in the new gulags may be more important than first thought. How many more will join them soon.

My connection to this story is an emotional one. If you can dismiss these men as ‘criminals’ I have a short story from the Irish lesson and remember well that when Christ was crucified it was in the company of two thieves.

The prison chaplain at the time of the hunger strike came to visit Bobby Sands in his cell not long after he had begun his fast. The priest sought to question Bobby on the morals of his hunger strike, Bobby's only response was to quote the bible:

"Greater Love Than This Hath No Man, Than that he Lay Down His Life for his Friend".

Friday, 22 July 2011

The War Within

The world around is made to seem dark and foreboding. Those that would be our eternal lords and masters’ desire one emotion from us – fear. In the coming storm we can control only one thing – our own minds

We cannot remake others in our own image. We must look at the ties that hold us together and not the perceived differences that keep us apart. Only ties made of love will hold true.

To steal a quote from Bobby Sands;
"They have nothing in their whole imperial arsenal that can break the spirit of anyone who doesn't want to be broken".

Tuesday, 12 July 2011

Cresting The Watershed

I was shocked the other day. I spotted my blog listed on another site and it said 3 weeks since my last post. What is up with the passage of time at the moment – blink and you miss it.

I’ve been spinning my own wheel in the rat race at full speed and wrapping myself in knots doing it. What for? It’s not for monetary gain as we all know that’s a crock of shit. It certainly not for pleasure.

It boils down to being a well trained little drone. The idea of doing the best we can, of having a strong and independent work ethic all make for chucky being a very dull boy. I also have a belief in the virtue of giving one’s word and keeping it.

What does this mean for the reader? Absolutely nothing I suppose. That’s just where I’ve been and I have bugger all positive to show for it. I have been keeping one eye on the helter skelter happenings of the time.

It is very easy to look at it all and just think we have been born into a time of madness - we haven’t. We are seeing the fruition of long planned schemes. Numerous methods of herd control have been developed over the centuries and they bombard our every waking moment.

Orwell gave us some warnings of the methodology of the process. War is Peace, Ignorance is Strength etc, etc. The talking heads and the tabloid presstitutes are at it constantly. War, famine, debt, death, poverty, austerity.

They tell us that politicians have all the answers, the banks are vital to our prosperity and the state is here to help. Bwa-hahaha. No wonder everyone is going mad.

All of those that read my ranting will already be aware of the irony employed in that last sentence. It is a miracle of the human spirit that after centuries (millennia even) of this conditioning that there still remains in our species those precious individuals that simply cry bullshit!

The shocks to the mind are coming thick and fast. That is deliberately intended to speed the plan along and to keep us off balance. It would be easy to give up in frustration and confusion but I see that so many voices remain strong and steadfast.

We have been climbing a very long hill – a watershed in the course of our collective development. I feel we have finally crossed the military crest and summit is in sight. Whence from there?

The inherent fatal flaws in the NATO war machine are starting to show in the Libyan massacre. Their plans for a quick, easy smash and grab are bogging down in the North African sands. The munitions still need paying for so the war hawks carry on. Exit strategies are for pussies etc, etc.

The Egyptians are back on the streets demanding more accountability. The head of their army rejected an ‘offer’ of an IMF loan. He must have rocks so big he should carry them around in a wheelbarrow.

Syria has dropped off the MSM radar mostly as the plan is not going smoothly there either. Penny has been invaluable at keeping an eye on the developments there.

The Greeks are in open revolt against their impending slavery. Spain and Italy are finally getting the bankster treatment and will surely follow suit.

So where’s the good news you ask? 2 stories are risen into view one quietly and the other blasted over the same propaganda channels.

Here in CCTV land the muckraker supreme Murdock is very much the story in all the headlines. The behaviour of his attack dogs is not new to most of us. It was new to the consuming herd space. Digging the dirt on celebrities is one thing but going after the families of child murder victims and dead servicemen and women is another.

So, one tabloid rag was closed down in an attempt to impose damage limitation. It’s an old trick and in normal events the same beast would return with a new name and smell as foul. Not this time as more, graver revelations are hinted to come.

Secret payments to police are tales that the slave ship of state cannot be seen to ignore. Leaks are appearing that the same tricks were used against the victims of the 911 false flag. Insider dirt on the bloodlines controlling the Unemployed Kingdom is bound to follow.

Rivals in the press are working overtime to rip the bag of dirt wide open. The fan is on high speed and the splat will uncover many a lurking stink.

The second story was an article from Nick Kollerstrom that I found via the truthseeker site. Tony Farrell, a ‘Principle Intelligence Analyst’ of twelve years for South Yorkshire Police dropped a major bombshell in an official Strategic Threat Assessment report. Not the profile of the average ‘truther’.

Tony accidentally ‘woke up’ to the truth about the false flag attack on 911 by reading online material. He went on to examine the 7/7 false flag in London. He came to the same conclusion and that both were indeed false flags.

He raised his concerns with his superiors and unsurprisingly they tried to steer him back on track again. Tony decided to follow his conscience and delivered a report stating that the “real terrorist ‘threat’ to society was almost entirely of the state-sponsored kind”.

He was sent home the same day and eventually dismissed as his beliefs were “..incompatible at the moment with where we are.” No shit Sherlock! He is currently appealing that decision. All of which leaves a documented paper trail.

We are witnessing a time where the spell we have laboured under is no longer effective. The lies for wars (even when they are not called wars) are increasingly blatant and ineffectual at fooling the masses.

The ordure from the scandal in Murdock Central is poised to cross the Atlantic and splat all over the cosy network media scene. As Les Visible has repeated said this is the time of the apocalypse – the unveiling. Lots of eyes should get opened in the process and I hope they are wearing safety goggles.

Is a crack appearing in the fa├žade of the false flag magik myths? Will the elites and bloodlines be able to use another as surely they must in the months of chaos ahead?

A few shafts of light in the tunnel have appeared. Only time will tell if it’s a train or the end of the tunnel. Thank you to all the bloggers for their tireless and dogged persistence in keeping the truth movement on track wherever it may lead.