Political campaigns | Vision of Plutus

Benjamin Franklin, John Adams and Thomas Jefferson writing the Declaration of independence (1776) were all of British descent. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“Take a deep breath…let it go…he’s gone now…”, someone once said to me about Bush.
It’s the American way. Keep your eye on the misdirection… never mind the facts. Forget about the fact you know of Occam’s Razor: a principle that generally recommends that, from among competing hypotheses, selecting the one that makes the fewest new assumptions usually provides the correct one, and that the simplest explanation will be the most plausible until evidence is presented to prove it false.

Let’s take a trip. You are in a Lounge Show in a Casino in Las Vegas. It is a Magic Show. You have stood in line for an hour and a half, and paid $50 per head to get to your seats, and now you buy some watered down minimum drink required cocktails.
The Grand Finale of the Magicians act is to present an Elephant on stage, a wave of the magicians wand, and in a puff of smoke, you see that the Elephant has disappeared. Part of your brain says, “Wow, the Elephant has disappeared on command!” Another part of your brain says, “Bullshit. Absolute bullshit.” At this point your brain engages in a brief argument with no winner as you are interrupted by you, and the rest of the audience leaving the theater.
Outside someone in line for the next show asks you how the show was. Does your brain allow you to respond that it was a lot of misdirection and bullshit? No. You have too much invested in the INVESTMENT you have made to endure the show. Your answer will be that it was a great show and worth the time and money to see… to say otherwise would reveal you as the fool that part of you knows you are.

During the years leading up to, and through the end of WWII, over 6 million people were murdered by 250 thousand soldiers. Were the victims rounded up at the point of a bayonet and marched off and shot? If so, why did the 6 million not turn on the 250 thousand and murder them instead? Why did the 6 million get in lines and peacefully and knowingly go to their deaths? In EXACTLY the way the Elephant disappeared: Misdirection and deceit… preying upon the humanistic traits of logic, hope, and willingness to cling to life to the last breath.
The 6 million were lead down a cleverly constructed path of steps, with their own cooperative participation in their surrender of all property and eventual extermination by a carefully constructed, well oiled machine of misdirection and deception.
If a people as intelligent and educated as the American people cannot see the EXACT SAME reconstruction of the SAME machinery at work in their own lives, with their own willing participation, then one has to come to the conclusion that they are deserving of the end result.

I see the curtain coming up on the current cycle of the Olympiad of Misdirection and Duplicity and the frighteningly eagerness of the American people to participate in their own rape.

He is gone now? A simple mirage by design. There never was a ‘he’. It was, and always will be a ‘they’. The ‘they’ is the ‘they’ that invented and produced the ‘he’. Each ‘he’ is given the task of instituting another step in the path of the grand design of the ‘they’. You know it. I know it. Everyone knows it. If you have the balls, sit down and write down the most significant contribution of every ‘he’ back to Eisenhower, save Kennedy who was a hiccup in the process and had to be corrected. If you can establish the dots, then connect them, you cannot help but see a straight line… and see the path into the future. But I doubt if you can risk the self-invalidation and personal investment in the fundamental foundations that define your life.

Knowing the truths that we know as a people and putting them together to form a cohesive picture is a risky proposition. Firstly is the risk of self invalidation. Then there are ‘designed in’ remedies for individuals who dare to speak of the truth. Undermine and disgrace the witness for the prosecution. You know well the mantras: Conspiracy Theory Nut, Crackpot, “If you speak against us, you are for the Enemy”, etc. At any and all costs the ‘they’ must maintain a sufficient majority blindly standing atop the tallest buildings waving the signs reading “Welcome Alien Invaders” and will continue the party until the inevitable blast of energy that consumes them.

It is with heavy heart that I witness the tailgate parties, the standing in line, the filing in the stadium, the excitedly following of the cheerleaders antics, the choosing of sides, and the cheering of the ‘teams’, all the while knowing deep down that the outcome of this latest game of the Olympics of Misdirection and Duplicity, was long ago decided and fixed. I do weep as I see the long lines of grey faces as they file through the appointed places to cast away their intent to an uncaring electronic machine that does only the bidding of the programmer hired by the ‘they’.

There are moments when even I catch my breath from the eloquence of the pageantry. This latest cunning maneuver to appease the scrum upset by the preplanned rape of fortunes amassed by too many commoners in the latest Rape of Wall Street and Markets of the World… for after all it is a game of World Wide play, being concerted by puppeteers in the shadow and mist marching all willingly to an inevitable and inexorable conclusion.
This latest feint of “Let’s throw them off by putting an almost Black Man in the White House and we shall tell them his name is Hope.” was brilliant.

Even I held my breath for a moment. But after the initial fanfare and photo-ops, Hope proceeded to quietly appoint all the Bastards who precipitated and empowered the latest Rape of Wall Street to all the key financial positions in the Government.
There was a long hissing sound as my held breath escaped when faced with the fact that the ‘they’ were still pulling the strings and on schedule in their inexorability.

Being raised and educated in Virginia and having relatives who were signers of both the Declaration of Independence and the Bill of Rights, I was imbued at an early age with a sense of ownership and custodianship for these several states United. It was with solemnity that I took my Oath of Allegiance to guard against enemies both foreign and domestic, and to be ever vigilant and always faithful. I feel I have done my best I could possibly could have done in my lifetime, and am content in that regard. Now I am old and retired from the fight, even though there is hope… always hope remains.

Till death do us part.

He is not gone now? He is never gone. There is no he. There is only they and we in the game, and they will win. We will help them.

Alas, hope is such a terrible thing to waste, but alas, it is The American Way.