October 15, 2016
Fiend, I defy thee! with a calm, fixed mind,
All that thou canst inflict I bid thee do;
Foul Tyrant both of Gods and Human-kind,
One only being shalt thou not subdue….
Thou art omnipotent.
O’er all things but thyself I gave thee power,
And my own will….
I curse thee! let a sufferer’s curse
Clasp thee, his torturer, like remorse;
‘Till thine Infinity shall be
A robe of envenomed agony;
And thine Omnipotence a crown of pain,
To cling like burning gold round thy dissolving brain
But you’ll notice a sleight of hand here, the liberal intelligentsia and leftists have removed themselves from the equation, they’ve removed agency from themselves, they’re now merely referees giving an opinion on an existing issue, they are not to be held to account for creating the issue in the first place. However, even within the context of the false paradigm they’ve created they’re being deceitful because to reduce the debate to merely the economic is just another layer of their treachery.
But most important of all, they do not want people saying ”Yes, the migrants are an existential problem, but the real existential threat we have to deal with is you!’‘.
You’d think they’d have received the memo by now, after all, the closing stages of the Brexit campaign was overshadowed by one of them being stabbed and shot to death by a man who gave his name in court as ‘Death to traitors’! and yet just a few months later they’ve managed to pull a fast one and get back in their safe zone of acting as moral arbiters.
The message will have to be sent again, but louder….far louder:
When the corporate Republican party stabbed Trump in the back with the ”pussy-grab” tape and threw their weight behind the Clintons, an act of astonishing treachery, Trump’s reply was essentially ”So be it, I’ll take you all down!”. Unshackled, unbound from a dead-duck political party Trump can either hack at the various tentacles of the beast or go for it’s heart, like Neo in The Matrix returning to the mainframe, Donald Trump has to return to the source of all the ills on this earth, High Finance, and the parasitic ((Special Interests)) who dwell there.
Having connected the dots for a billion ‘normies’, the propaganda wing of Global Capital, what we call the media, is now a slimy tentacle flailing wildly, Trump is Hitler, Trump gropes women, Trump is insane, Trump is racist etc etc but the water is draining away, the full scale of the monster is being revealed like never before, there is no Left and Right, there is no ‘conservative’ media or ‘liberal’ media, they both lead back to the same putrid mass.
And the controlled media cannot admit it, they are pathologically incapable of recognizing that they are the problem, that they are story. It isn’t about Trump’s wall, or Trump groping women, no, it’s about YOU! your lies and half-truths, your bias and your ((masters)).
There’s a memorable scene in Silence of the Lambs, Hannibal Lector psychologically dissects Clarice Starling, he reveals before her all her dreams and ambitions, her morality and deepest secrets, Starling then replies to Lector ”Why not try pointing that high-powered perception at yourself, or maybe your frightened to?”’. Likewise, the guardians of western morality in our media outlets cannot afford to start questioning their own motivations and their own moral codes because if they did so honestly they’d collapse in on themselves like a dying star.
At the risk of overusing my allotted Matrix analogies for one post, it needs to pointed out that unlike The Matrix, the system which governs the Western World is not infinite, the system can withstand damage being inflicted upon it in certain areas, indeed, in the realm of finance the system has proven itself to be brilliantly resourceful, but the triad of media, finance and politics cannot stand being held aloft and scrutinized, least of all its Jewish caretakers who’re already mortified by where Trump is going. This isn’t a circus, or a false flag, this is for real, the squeals and tears are real, the fear is real…and it’s beautiful.
To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite;To forgive wrongs darker than death or night;To defy Power, which seems omnipotent;To love, and bear; to hope till Hope createsFrom its own wreck the thing it contemplates;Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent;This, like thy glory, Titan, is to beGood, great and joyous, beautiful and free;This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory.