Monthly Archives: September 2016

Bush Meets Lauer

Watching this, and I am sure my opinion is marred by my own prejudice, I just get the sense that Bush is the mouthpiece for a cabal with their own agenda. That we, as a nation, are forced into this give and take with a desperate and brutal force, because rather than stepping back and analyzing a situation and gaining the perspective necessary to address much broader issues of cause and effect… we are merely reacting to a bad situation in a moment to moment sort of choreography where we are not calling the the shots, we are not leading the dance.

Meanwhile, the domain where long term and broad planning has been applied is not in the Oval Office, but somewhere out in the private sector amongst actors and industries not directly beholden to the American people, but rather pursuing their own agendas–agendas ultimately driven by a profit motive.

The other thing that strikes me, I just wonder whether this moment of Matt Lauer behaving somewhat like a journalist isn’t somehow responsible for his many stints on camera since dressed as a woman! That is the kind of psychology I think we are witnessing here. I mean, the mentioning of the safety of Matt Lauer’s family and the aggressive gesturing from Bush (1:501:55, 2:06, etc,)–at 2:06 Matt L actually seems to raise his arm in a subtle defensive mode–seems right out of a gangster film. It’s a sign of frustration at having to answer actual questions when working from a script rather than an originator of a policy talking through his own sense of justification.

This is scary stuff. This is people murdered and plunged into misery and perhaps generations of social instability… not to mention the loss of antiquities.

It may seem cold and inappropriate to weigh the loss of antiquities with the loss and misery of human life, but this is the thing… The loss of antiquities is a strike at the very character of a people, their sense of self and history… the justification of the narrative of their own identity. This is something atheists miss in their clumsy ham-fisted attack on the church. If you have the intent to subvert the indigenous societal power structure of authority… something you must first do to steal the resources of a society and reduce their populations to servitude… You must recreate and impose a narrative upon that society which confounds that societies sense of self. By hijacking a societies narrative, you can disrupt the internal dialogue of that society and feed the various factions to eachother through an ever increasing and ever debasing internal conflict.

This makes it easier to impose a power-structure and hierarchy from outside the society merely by feeding and guiding certain elements within it. This is how you plunge an entire society into servitude exposing it to violence, rape, theft and slavery. And something people forget about slavery, it upsets the entire playing field. When one society or set of actors manage to reduce people to servitude, it gives them power and benefit to enact, perpetuate and spread human misery for the purpose of their own benefit.

Whoever has dealings with such power-capabilities lends these power-capabilities legitimacy and at the same time robs themselves in equal measure of their own legitimacy. The thing spreads like a virus reducing everything to it’s level which only finds deeper darker depths till something renders a check on it–such controls do not exist within the structure of the power-capability which wields such power, either the young are fed to the old or the old are fed to the young. North Korea is a perfect example of this.

It is no coincidence that where oil economies dominate, where there is the influence of an external power-structure–that is, those entities bringing oil to western markets or those western markets themselves–internal authority is upset and oppressive regimes are created in that commerce with that external power-capability.

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D’you Know What I Mean? / Oasis

“D’You Know What I Mean?”

Step off the train all alone at dawn
Back into the hole where I was born
The sun in the sky never raised an eye to me
The blood on the trax and must be mine
The fool on the hill and I feel fine
Don’t look back cos you know what you might see

Look into the wall of my mind’s eye
I think I know, but I don’t know why
The questions are the answers you might need
Coming in a mess going out in style
I ain’t good-looking but I’m someone’s child
No-one can give me the air that’s mine to breathe

I met my maker
I made him cry
And on my shoulder he asked me why
His people won’t fly through the storm
I said “Listen up man, they don’t even know you’re born”

All my people right here, right now
D’You Know What I Mean?
All my people right here, right now
D’You Know What I Mean?
All my people right here, right now
D’You Know What I Mean?
Yeah, yeah

I don’t really care for what you believe
So open up your fist or you won’t receive
The thoughts and the words of every man you’ll need
Get up off the floor and believe in life
No-one’s ever gonna ever ask you twice
Get on the bus and bring it on home to me

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