ahhahaha.
The North American Union. The Brave New World. The Amero.
And on the government's disambiguation website concerning the merging of the whole North West Hemisphere, ironically enough all of the Myths and Facts are placed so close to eachother, one after another, in the same type, that it lays plain the way they do things. If you read them straight down, its hard to discern which is which, and maybe thats the way they want it. As if, maybe there is no difference between the two, or rather they are not opposites, there is really no such thing as Myth.
Wait and eat it up America. Wait and eat it up.
Saturday, August 11, 2007
zeitgeist movie is the story of the century
Okay, three years ago in the runup to the Iraq war, I spent alot of my time ingesting and disseminating news. I was glued to Cspan, frontline, and alternative websites. On one such website I found a testimony of a young leutenant who talked about something herefore unheard of called the Office of Special Plans. She said it was run under the Vice President's control and that basically they were doing what Seymour Hersh later described as "stovepiping." They were cherrypicking old evidence from the First Gulf War that had since been disproven, and superceding the role of the CIA, essentially building a purposefully false smear case against Iraq. They lied. I knew. I didn't have anyone important to tell, and my friends seemed to be disconnected from my on sense of passion and relevance. They nodded and turned back to Sex and the City. Now, everyone knows. Its been years.
However, in this case, we may not be so lucky. I have essentially been convinced through the above titled movie and my own research that 911 was a huge sham. A sham. A lie. And a damn sloppy one at that. The wholes in their story are so gaping that looking at it now with science and records and testimony in our favor, I am ashamed I ever believed otherwise. However, getting all the way down this road was not a quick and easy journey. So, convincing the public at large that this government is like the Roman emperor Nero burning his own city...is almost impossible. Almost. I have the facts in my favor. And we do have the internet. And PBS and NPR. And the Universities. The Romans didn't have that.
After writing that, I still forget to believe it myself. I don't want to. And I have to go back in my brain and remember the facts so that I can remember the truth. The zeitgeist is wrong. The world is upside down. And we are pawns in their game.
However, in this case, we may not be so lucky. I have essentially been convinced through the above titled movie and my own research that 911 was a huge sham. A sham. A lie. And a damn sloppy one at that. The wholes in their story are so gaping that looking at it now with science and records and testimony in our favor, I am ashamed I ever believed otherwise. However, getting all the way down this road was not a quick and easy journey. So, convincing the public at large that this government is like the Roman emperor Nero burning his own city...is almost impossible. Almost. I have the facts in my favor. And we do have the internet. And PBS and NPR. And the Universities. The Romans didn't have that.
After writing that, I still forget to believe it myself. I don't want to. And I have to go back in my brain and remember the facts so that I can remember the truth. The zeitgeist is wrong. The world is upside down. And we are pawns in their game.
Adolf Guiliani
I will never trust a Republican government, because they don't believe in government and they don't believe in people.
I just watched "Guiliani Time," and it sickened me to the core. It touched the edges of my brain that always knew something was amiss. There is a hole, and I fill it with the wrong things, and the hole is there because something is amiss. And injustice reigns and apathy is a vicious crime. How dare you not be a human being. What life are you living and why?
Maybe I should stay single so I always have this time to be aflame, so I don't make other plans and hide away. I never wanted to do that, except when I was in highschool and college and I was hurting. I had dreams then of a farm and a boy. But when it came, too late, I was healed from that need, and my needs had evolved into a more complex and moral and intellectual and spiritual sense of fulfillment that no ordinary love could fill. I needed a mind and an equal, and I am seeking instead the equal of myself in myself. I am seeking who I want to be, and not waiting to find it anylonger in another person.
Maybe this should be separate posts, but I think I wanted to include the context for my passion, and why passion is not more common. I don't want my passion to leak out onto this page and stay here only though, I want it to live in my heart, and be heard in the ears of the heartless.
As we grow and live we can sometimes cut ourselves off from relating to things that are outside of us. But if you ever get there, just think and look into their eyes and look for their hearts and you will find your own. Adolf Guiliani lost his. He is a cruel man. He should be no where near power, but when you find outsomething that is true and controversial, it can be difficult to make people believe that anything is important anymore, if they can't see it.
In a later post, I will address what we see and what we don't see
I just watched "Guiliani Time," and it sickened me to the core. It touched the edges of my brain that always knew something was amiss. There is a hole, and I fill it with the wrong things, and the hole is there because something is amiss. And injustice reigns and apathy is a vicious crime. How dare you not be a human being. What life are you living and why?
Maybe I should stay single so I always have this time to be aflame, so I don't make other plans and hide away. I never wanted to do that, except when I was in highschool and college and I was hurting. I had dreams then of a farm and a boy. But when it came, too late, I was healed from that need, and my needs had evolved into a more complex and moral and intellectual and spiritual sense of fulfillment that no ordinary love could fill. I needed a mind and an equal, and I am seeking instead the equal of myself in myself. I am seeking who I want to be, and not waiting to find it anylonger in another person.
Maybe this should be separate posts, but I think I wanted to include the context for my passion, and why passion is not more common. I don't want my passion to leak out onto this page and stay here only though, I want it to live in my heart, and be heard in the ears of the heartless.
As we grow and live we can sometimes cut ourselves off from relating to things that are outside of us. But if you ever get there, just think and look into their eyes and look for their hearts and you will find your own. Adolf Guiliani lost his. He is a cruel man. He should be no where near power, but when you find outsomething that is true and controversial, it can be difficult to make people believe that anything is important anymore, if they can't see it.
In a later post, I will address what we see and what we don't see
Why is it illegal for girls to have legs?
The whiter the female, the more non existent the legs. If you are a celebrity, or rich and white, which may be the same thing, girls own personal enemy are their legs. Those useful biological standing blocks are this generation's public enemy number one. Whereas for the antebellum society, the rising waistline had to be monitored and kept at bay. How dare girls actually try and have normal digestive systems... For us, those long rounded numbers that could be used to carry us around the world, or up university steps, or across the basketball court, are being downsized. The zeitgeist of thin, pencil waists, and prepubescent stick legs has returned, along with other prefeminism attaaches.
The female movie star is usually the most guilty of this war on the thigh, but the guilt is actually being carried around in the once joyful hearts of young women. They intake all this, and are taught only to hate themselves. For celebrities like Amy Winehouse, herself a sufferer of addictions and compulsive behavior, it is not uncommon to add on another such "improvement manifesto" on their road to perfection. The opposite is the uncommon part.
I myself am a survivor and can recognize a person whose will has been stolen from them, as they have succumb to the rules of the Magazine. They want those rewards, so they follow those rules, to the T. And I endured anything to get there, because as it was explained to me, I was far removed from the latitude of reward. I had to fight and suffer to earn my way there.
I had to cross the ocean and fake my prestige. But once I arrived, there was no sense of arrival. Because as it came to be clear, there was no where to go. I had moved none. I had only succeeded in brainwashing myself with the lies of the outside. There was no truth there, only pin and self punishment, all of which I assumed I deserved. otherwise why wouldn't I have been there already? I obviously had some natural flaw that I had to destroy in order to be one of the Entitled.
I see others who may have fallen under the spell of lost will, and I don't know what to say. I think its all been said before, and they know it. But they had long since stopped believing it. So I try to convince them to believe it again. And the only way to convince is by caring and showing. As it was shown to me.
So, have your legs, have your arms, have your breasts, have your shape, and most importantly have your voice. I am whole, nothing can blow me down. Go out and talk to people, be with them, not against them, and you can become whole too.
The female movie star is usually the most guilty of this war on the thigh, but the guilt is actually being carried around in the once joyful hearts of young women. They intake all this, and are taught only to hate themselves. For celebrities like Amy Winehouse, herself a sufferer of addictions and compulsive behavior, it is not uncommon to add on another such "improvement manifesto" on their road to perfection. The opposite is the uncommon part.
I myself am a survivor and can recognize a person whose will has been stolen from them, as they have succumb to the rules of the Magazine. They want those rewards, so they follow those rules, to the T. And I endured anything to get there, because as it was explained to me, I was far removed from the latitude of reward. I had to fight and suffer to earn my way there.
I had to cross the ocean and fake my prestige. But once I arrived, there was no sense of arrival. Because as it came to be clear, there was no where to go. I had moved none. I had only succeeded in brainwashing myself with the lies of the outside. There was no truth there, only pin and self punishment, all of which I assumed I deserved. otherwise why wouldn't I have been there already? I obviously had some natural flaw that I had to destroy in order to be one of the Entitled.
I see others who may have fallen under the spell of lost will, and I don't know what to say. I think its all been said before, and they know it. But they had long since stopped believing it. So I try to convince them to believe it again. And the only way to convince is by caring and showing. As it was shown to me.
So, have your legs, have your arms, have your breasts, have your shape, and most importantly have your voice. I am whole, nothing can blow me down. Go out and talk to people, be with them, not against them, and you can become whole too.
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