War is Peace

Our history is littered with the pre-eminence of violent despots wreaking their havoc wherever their eyes fall or their sick whimsy takes them, leaving never a generation that hasn't faced the sickness of their blood lusts, never a time that hasn't witnessed the awful spectacle of a nation plunged into horror by some crazed lunatic or another, conjuring their mystic evils into the reality of marching and uniformed zombies who believe themselves right and just as they plunge the sword or pull the trigger, hacking and raping and destroying.

Later, many of these plasticene warriors come to the realisation that this belief was in error, that the lies that substantiated their false sense of moral superiority, of right, were falsehoods derived from evil. With the dawning of this understanding comes mental illness, more murder, or self destruction. Those that live to old age fear death and some final accounting, the ghosts of their sins shining bright through the veil, waiting. They die in fear.

They serve their purpose, these despots and their minions, in keeping the power of love and the beauty of unity buried beneath a desire for revenge and an unnatural acceptance and a coming to terms with evil that scars each generation and perpetuates the great myths, disguising true human nature, making us lose faith in ourselves. Shoring up the walls of the prison with misery and distrust.

They always rise , these "leaders" , these fiends, driven by their sick requirements, absolute in their convictions, learning each day the skills and techniques of the exercise of despotic power, understanding the darkness, noting the power of fear, recognising and rewarding the twisted and subservient collaborators that aid them and provide substance with their sycophancy, taking the helping hand and the enabling dollar from the real masters who grant them their wishes for power and blood and dominance and cruelty providing they follow a few instructions, perpetrate a few crimes, continue the project.

Their sort are not only to be discovered at the very top of the midden, of course. At every level these vile succubuses are to be found, drinking from the teat of mother evil. Some know what they do, recognise the source and fundament of their authority and so rise. Most do not, but simply follow the lessons that other human beings have given to them: That much can be achieved through bullying and violence and the abuse of fear and the misuse of authority.

History gives us our understanding of the nature of these weird simulacrums of humanity providing we know where to look and have the critical faculties to see through the tangled web of deceptions that are presented to us by our "learned" scholars and those that fund them and publish them. If we have not these faculties we believe the lies, continue their existence and the power that is derived from them.

These false histories are being written each day by those that control our reality. So it is that the wickedest amongst us are portrayed as the saintliest. Such mockeries of truth are noted in the annals as real truths. As time passes there will be none to question their veracity, none to bring the awfulness of these miscarriages of justice to the attention (such as it is) of the ignorant and blinkered sheeple.

And so it is that the war criminal and mass murderer tony blair (I refuse to grant him the dignity of capitalisation) has been awarded at least two "Peace" prizes, "The Thomas J Dodd Prize in International Justice and Human Rights" and the $1 million "Dan David prize for outstanding achievements having a cultural or social impact on our world" (and specifically here for his Middle East peace work!)

So it is too that the baby murderer and agenda following genocidal freak obama obtains the greatest Peace prize of all, the Nobel Peace Prize.

Is this the depth to which humanity has descended?
Where is the righteous howl of disbelief?
Where the rebellious murmurings rising on a crescendo to a deafening blast, shaking the walls of the prison, shattering the masonry , splitting the timbers, melting the steel of the bars?
Where the mass gatherings of the righteous, the coming together of the meek, the organisation of the powerless into the powerful, the unstoppable force of critical mass bringing these criminals to the justice of humanity and the absoluteness of truth and love?

Ripping their lies from history.
Shining the light of truth upon their wickedness.

If we do nothing to destroy this incredibly audacious twisting of the truth, this insult to reason, this mockery of justice, if we allow these fiends wrapped in the clothing of the righteous, these wars dressed up as peace we by our acquiescence grant permission to them to take the next step, perpetrate the next crime, conjure forth the next level of wickedness.

As ever , it comes to this:
We must achieve critical mass.
We must unite on one truth, one front, free of division we must stand together as humanity and with one voice cry "ENOUGH".

That one truth is love.
And critical mass will come from the beauty of mathematics and the concept of exponential growth.
This is why I raise this voice and many others raise theirs in this, the greatest war, the last war, the world war of the soul.

Love to you all,
Olive Farmer xxx