Trying to think of an appropriate title was difficult as I had a number of things lined up…but it might suffice.
It began with this post which indicated he hadn’t heard of Glenn Beck until recently – a thing which baffles me but I know the man is good and sincere so it must be true. He writes, “…We sometimes forget how great this nation is, today…” Bullshit! It most assuredly is NOT great – not in any sense of the word. Perhaps in great danger, yes. Can he seriously be so far out of touch with the matters of today that he cannot see the truth? I do not consider myself to be “fringe”. Rather, I am quite driven by fact and truth – what IS. Not what seems to be.
Billy hits this one straight and true re: the targeting of Glenn Beck, “…Of course, it wouldn’t do to simply offer to have him killed, which would be most un-civilized, and nevermind about all that “remove from the public eye forever” jazz: get your mind out of those concrete overshoes. No. It would suffice to have the witch burned metaphorically…”
You can see in that single action that what you are and what you prize are nothing to these people. Nothing. And do not think for a moment that Friedlander wouldn’t have Glenn’s ass up against a wall if he thought he could get someone else to pull the trigger for him. One only hopes that in this act Friedlander has forever blown his cover and he is now known far and wide for what he truly is.
Last night I was thinking on much – so many concerns these days and how to manage them all. I took refuge in this piece – a bit of stark beauty.
Lovely…it contrasted completely with the images I’d looked at earlier. Images that, even in their day, were considered too much to air. So much like the images of 9/11, no? Too much for the little people to deal with, we’ll just shunt it off into an archive. Or maybe just toss a mosque up – that’ll distract `em from all the nasty war dead.
A great deal of the history that you and I know is being erased from human memory. It will be as though it never happened. It is necessary in order for it all to take place once again without the initial feints being detectable, before that rotting scent is identified. Would that all children 13-18 were made to watch that – made to see the truth of what happens when ones desire to perfect a world is wrought against the will of those who do not make the cut. I would not be surprised to find several children in that grouping that are unaware that the event even took place.
Precursors…indicators…links within links…the sort of thing in this – admittedly lengthy – video is how I put things together. For no end, really. It is more of a scrap book of truths laid bare so that I can nod and say, “Yes, yes – I see…”
At approximately 1:05 you can see the “revolving door” from corporation to governmental leadership role and back again. You think you can vote your way out of this wreckage. In that slender space of 15 minutes you are able to see why it ain’t necessarily so. Would you have thought that people could move through a decade, looking ahead that far and moving their pieces on the chessboard to manage that future, maintain those contacts through one administration and another? It takes a special kind of liar to manage it. You have to be utterly without scruple. Because you have to either not care in the least or lie to yourself every day that you are doing the right thing.
And in the meanwhile the world keeps turning and we just keep on hoping that we have enough to eat and the internet stays up. Like that “thin blue line” there is another line – between those who are seriously considering what we face as a nation and those who figure they can tough it out and just reboot it in 2012. As if that will change a thing. As if there aren’t another set who’ve moved their pawns around for a decade, waiting for their turn.
None of it so important…none of it – not until it becomes your skin in the game, your pretty, precious living and breathing self against that wall. Just that by the time you find yourself there your options are winnowed down to one: dying well.
Good luck with that.