The silence is eery to us.
Because we hear no great and swelling roar of voices raised, see no irresistable rising of the force of good.
Instead we see mute and dumb grass croppers, chomping and cud chewing.
Led by their noses here and there with the daily promise of new fresh grass to chew.
Sheep that are looking around, but still sheep, dreaming that they are awake.
Where, for example, is the single unity of objective amongst true, free bloggers?
There is none, even there, where one could expect to see understanding of the predicament, the timescales, the progress of this war on our kind.
There is not even a feral growling together, the least we could expect.
If you blog, post a link.
If you comment, post a link.
But you won't, because the psych war has been focused on preventing unity.
And if that persists, we are lost.
And they are killing us now, as fast as they can without spooking us. Killing us softly. The entire herd. The planet. Fukushima is just one of their fronts.
Look how we are assailed by every facet of the reality they have wrought. They are wringing us dry, squeezing every last drop of living effort from us then contriving to cast us aside or cause us to die of the poisons they are seeding. We all know this deep inside, every baaaing one of us. We are being slowly killed.
We have to stop this.
And who are we?
WE are the meek.
The one's that don't want power over others, that don't want to cause fear, that don't want to be rich, would like to see an end to all war and an end to terrible hardship, who would like to see what we could make of this world in a different way, we are all of us good folk, and only we can save the world.