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When Gods War

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When Gods War

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When I entered high school back in 1969 the small town I grew up in was just introducing a more flexible, dare I say liberal, curriculum to broaden my indoctrination experience. I vividly remember the excitement exhibited by the principal as he (there were no ‘she’ high school principals in Southern New England back then) addressed the incoming freshman class about the educational wonders “We the Guinea Pigs” were about to encounter.

I for one was as excited as the principal, having grown exceedingly bored with the standard canned textbook fare that passed for a Middle School (then called Junior High) education. In fact it was so new that even though we had already selected our High School freshman classes several months earlier just before leaving for summer vacation, there were now a few gaps in the schedule we could fill with ‘electives’. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. “Electives? You mean I can pick my own poison?”

Quickly I seized upon two courses that sounded interesting, “Greek Mythology” and “Totalitarianism and Appeasement”. The guidance counselor who was assisting the planning of my cognitive conditioning was aghast, quickly informing me that oil and water do not mix. Thankfully she (guidance counselors of that era were almost exclusively female, the maternal instinct considered oh so important to my guidance) could find no published rules disallowing my choices and I would not be swayed by her stern disapproval. I was in like Flynn.  

Looking back from the vantage point of four plus decades of acquired wisdom I can better appreciate her concern for my welfare. Was I insane? Learning about the Gods of ancient Greece in conjunction with global politics during the run up to the World War Two madness was most assuredly a potent cocktail for my tender brain cells and not to be treated lightly. Our formal grade school ‘education’ is carefully planned out by ‘experts’, with one conditioning step after another explicitly designed to properly train Pavlov’s Dogs. Clearly I was messing with the secret sauce.

Similar to two classes of drugs that by themselves are ‘safe’, but when taken together are deadly, recognizing similarities between the ancient Greek War Gods and the Nuclear Gods of twentieth century Warring Earth was either going to be supremely enlightening or my cognitive subsystems would go critical and melt down. From the point of view of the masters of the universe it was the latter that befell me. As Mrs. Cog would say “I was ruint” and would never be a fit wage slave suitable for gainful exploitation….err….employment.

Two hundred years ago I would have been cast out of school on my arse and sent off to the salt mines to toil away my days till death did I part, broken by hard labor, slave wages and the foreman’s whip. Thankfully this was 1969 in New England so my sentence was commuted to two more years as a Roman Catholic altar boy and seventeen million recitals of the “Act of Contrition”. Ah, those were the blessed days my friend. “Thank you Father, may I have another?

I suppose if I had taken both courses during the same semester my head would have exploded. Thankfully this was not the case, having elected to swim with the Gods during the first semester and then dive into the dictators during the second marking period. To this day I’m not sure exactly why I selected the Greek Gods first; though being pubescent I suspect the opportunity to gaze upon images of half naked statues of Goddesses for homework might have been a significant draw.

 

A Nubile No-No

 

To be perfectly frank I didn’t quite understand what the term mythology meant since everything I had learned up to this point was taught as iron clad fact, no questions allowed. Early on in our indoctrination we are trained to question who, what, where, and when, but never ever why. One simply does not question the control system itself, only the cancerous symptoms of the control system.

One of the advantages of being ‘me’ was a last name that fell near the end of the alphabet, which nearly always assured me a seat in the back of the class. Strategically located as I was during the first day of Mythology class, as soon as the textbooks were passed out I quickly scanned the pages for images, then dog-eared each nubile no-no for rapid retrieval at any time.

I wasn’t too concerned about the disposition of my soul considering all the images were school board approved and I attended confession every Saturday and did God’s service on Sundays. Doing so assured me I was a lock, so why not dabble with the devil now and then as long as I confessed my transgressions to the proper authorities?

By the end of the first week I was thoroughly traumatized by how utterly violent, homicidal actually, and quite human-like these Greek Gods of War seemed to be. The Catholic Church assured me ‘my’ War God was all cuddles and kittens (as long as I ignored the Old Testament) so to find ‘these’ Gods sleeping around without wearing a condom, smiting the poor humans just because of a bad hair day and falling down drunk at all times of the day was, in my opinion at least, conduct unbecoming of a True God.

Even though I had not begun the “Totalitarianism and Appeasement” class, thus I had not gained that particularly unique perspective yet, the similarities between the angry spiteful Greek Gods and present day society’s duplicitous leaders were glaringly obvious and I was foolish enough to say so in my out loud voice. Since I was speaking truth to the blind I quickly became persona non grata, with even my fellow slave students turning on me.

“Just shut up and stop asking questions” I was told, then beaten about the head by the school bully-for-hire as the blunt instrument designed to drive home the message. Half way through the second week the teacher stopped answering my questions altogether and simply ignored my raised hand, regardless of if it was just a request for a visit to the comfort station. Thank the Gods of War that I had superior bladder control.

One must carefully consider the cultural time frame in order to appreciate the insanity I was pushing back against. A year or so removed from “The Tet Offensive” which coincided with peak United States involvement in the insanity called “The Vietnam War”, Walter Cronkite’s evening news was a grim blood and guts recital of bombs, booby traps and body counts, both ‘ours’ and ‘theirs’.

I was curious, fascinated even, about the ‘fact’ that the number of enemy soldiers killed was always two to three times ours. Kind of made you proud in a sick sort of way that our War Gods were that much more effective at squashing the puny humans then their clearly inferior junior grade war gods (please note the small ‘g’). Odd how it was that only much later did we ‘discover’ there were huge numbers of women and children mixed into that bloody body count.

 

Women and Children of War

 

While it appeared our Gods of War wanted to ‘win’ the conflict, or at least they said they did, they certainly weren’t trying very hard. Little did I know this was the new blueprint for future God like productions such as Afghanistan and Iraq. I was old enough to comprehend the facts, but much too young to fully understand the madness. Cultural insanity is learned the hard way; by brute force repetition and total immersion rather than the light touch of reason and logic.

My questions were reasonable enough by any standards…..at least for a nation that wasn’t already totally insane. “Why were the Gods Warring” I would ask mom, dad, teachers, anyone I perceived to be an authority. Terms such as collateral damage, fratricide, napalm, friendly fire, My Lai, mine fields, cluster bombs and fragging were bandied about on the TV, in the newspapers, even between family members and strangers in the same tone of voice one would use to discuss the weather, gardening or the locally beloved Red Sox. Same ole same old.

The insanity was so normalized, so integrated into everyday living, that it was rendered innocuous, harmless even, or so it was thought. Sure, ‘our’ boys were dying over there, but it was the returning walking (or wheeled) wounded you actually had to watch out for. While the dead mortals were quickly shipped home in flag draped boxes and honorably buried (“Teacher, why don’t we honor the living so they won’t be shot dead?”) those damn wounded just wouldn’t go away. They were so public, so obvious, so in your face. It was one thing to read about ‘them’ in the papers, another thing entirely to meet them face to face.

To this day I vividly remember overhearing a conversation between my father and the next door neighbor about another neighbor’s son. He had returned home after surviving his turn as cannon fodder for the Warring Gods missing ‘only’ his right arm and several fingers on his left hand. My father was irritated that this ‘wounded warrior’ was walking around the neighborhood scaring the kids half to death. Why didn’t he have the decency to remain inside during daylight hours? Out of sight, out of mind I guess.

My head still spins when I think about how people would talk about ‘The War’ without ever discussing anything significant or relevant. Always who, what, when, where and never WHY. We are only as sick as our deepest darkest secrets, those inner Uglies we’d rather not discuss collectively or individually. Best to leave the boogieman under the bed where he belongs rather than drag him out for confrontation. We were all just cannon fodder for the War Gods, so why get all worked up over it?

Patty Hearst and the SLA had not yet appeared on the scene to mirror our own inner madness, Stockholm Syndrome writ large in our hearts and minds. Embrace the insanity with a full body love hug or be consumed by our own cognitive dissonance. Besides….the Warring Gods would eventually tire from their labors and collapse into bed to sleep it off, leaving us chattel to get back to the business of living before another royal row sets up the next cattle slaughter.

 

The Next Cattle Slaughter

 

Like a hot potato passed rapidly from hand to hand to avoid a nasty scorching, my Mythology instructor bestowed upon me near perfect grades, regardless of my actual classroom submissions, in order to avoid any possibility of an after school one on one for conduct unbecoming of a student peon. Mama didn’t raise no fool and she wasn’t going to put herself alone in the same room with me and my questions.

Regardless of the quality of the homework handed in or the mark received when it was returned, the report card always showed I was at the top of the class. The teacher was not going to risk a parent teacher conference for a closer inspection of the offspring’s Genesis, let alone a return for a second semester.

Of course this was shear brilliance on her part because I wasn’t going to complain about grade inflation. Besides, I wanted to believe that the higher grade was based upon my classroom participation. It seems my conditioning was working after all. I got the message and kept my head, and hand, down for the rest of the semester.

The Greek Mythology class completed, my reputation preceded me when I walked into the “Totalitarianism and Appeasement” class to start the second semester (I loved referring to it as my “T&A class”, always with a dirty smirk on my face) and was greeted with a scowl from the teacher, quickly followed by “Oh, it’s you”. Even before the other students were seated I was escorted out to the hall and verbally dressed down, in essence read the riot act for crimes against the state of education.

I’ve heard you’re a trouble maker, and I’ll have none of that in my class,” I was informed, finger wagging two inches from my face. “You mind your P’s and Q’s and we’ll get along just fine.” I suppose that was not the time to ask my first question, but it wasn’t my fault that I didn’t know the definition of P’s and Q’s. “Don’t you be smart with me young man” was the explanation I received. Not a good start by any stretch of the imagination, and it was all downhill from there.

While Greek Mythology could always be, and actually was, explained away as fantasy story telling by toga wearing Neanderthals if some rabble rousing child started asking difficult questions, T&A was an entirely different matter. This was modern history, the reciting of horrible events barely 20 years past, massaged and managed of course to agree with generally accepted lies. Worse, the present day (1970) Godly hostilities playing out in Southeast Asia were simply a continuation of “WW(restlemania) II, When Gods Play Rough” and no freshman teacher was going to stop the flood of questions that floated to the surface of the cesspool once the top was popped open.

 

When Gods War

 

With the benefit of hindsight it is now clear that what really irked me about that class was the tone of the instruction, which just reflected the arrogance expressed in the textbook and of the times. Look at what those silly War Gods did back in the 30’s and 40’s, how misguided they were while power wrestling among the mortals. Too bad several million were crushed under foot over such a silly misunderstanding. Our Gods of War, the new and improved Gods of 1970, would never be so foolish as to make the same mistake again. And the teacher said all this and more with a straight face.

I was equally dumbstruck by the fact that the teacher appeared to believe what she was saying and that my fellow student slaves were lapping it up unquestioningly. I was not gifted with immense insight or great intelligence, but even at my tender young age I could recognize that the mighty War Gods had not learned the error of their ways and were in fact just playing the same old tune in a different key.

Dear teacher assured me otherwise. “It’s different this time. We’re stopping the spread of God hating commies.” Well……that explained that, and I of all people should understand the importance of his Holiness’s crusade since I was an altar boy who wore the sacred black and white vestments and could regurgitate Latin adoration upon command. “Mea Culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.” Translation: “My bad bro.”

We mere mortals are not properly wired to understand the wondrous ways of the War Gods, having been deeply conditioned into the slave mentality from birth. All we need to know, the one training we must embody in order to be properly assimilated and then exploited, is what’s good for the Gods of Mayhem is good for the slaves. Always remember, when the Gods feast on barbecued humanity and drink their blood wine we are blessed with God given Golden Showers.

Don’t bother yourself with trying to understand the divine madness of the God Wars, the fallout which consumes your mind and destroys your body. Just busy yourself with counting the nano angels dancing on the head of that nail driven through the palm of your hand while you follow the slave into the valley of death. One hot potato, two hot potato, three hot potatoes more. Blinders or blindfolds anyone? I’ve got plenty more where they came from.

 

Insanity Incarnate

 

There seems to be a general consensus among those whom you and I may consider at least somewhat ‘awake’ and those whom we might consider still deeply asleep. Sooner or later war is inevitable because the Divine Gods of War deem bloodletting to be good….or at least vitally necessary. Who needs leaches to cure our ills when we have Divine intervention?

I would hazard a guess that the vast majority of ‘We the Fragile Humans’, when encouraged to think for ourselves and to ponder the terrible destruction to our own life and limb, would agree that wars have no purpose or benefit to us personally. Then again, what good is a war machine if you ain’t gonna use it.

The next time the War Gods of finance, government, politics, industry, military, health care and especially the Divine Gods of the mainstream media implore ‘us’ to fight their wars of Peace and Godliness, just say NO. These are not ‘your’ wars, these are the Wars of Gods fought by the fragile humans of Earth for the benefit and amusement of the self appointed and self proclaimed Divine and Omnipotent. Cast off the mind meme and reject the wizard’s war ‘spell’, the claims of imminent attack and close proximity to danger. They are all lies.

The Money Meme is failing and the Ponzi is crumbling; the central banking War Gods are losing control of the ‘faith and belief’ support that is the glue that holds it all together. Public support for the Pontificating Politicians is at all time lows, and these mid level Mayhem Muckers are desperate to distract, divide and destroy in order to divert attention from themselves and their puppeteers.

The war drums are booming and those among us susceptible to the blood lust beat are beginning to rouse. In other words, the table is set for that inevitable war everyone expects and feels powerless to stop. You and I are not responsible, nor should we be responsible, for the decisions others make unless and until we are responsible for our own.

Do not defer to the herd, to assume it is hopeless simply because the herd is surging. Refuse to be passive, to go limp in the face of insanity and a perceived lost cause. Be personally sovereign and responsible to and for yourself. Do not under any circumstances surrender your power to the Gods of War. By not preserving and conserving our power exclusively for ourselves it is slowly bled from us as if we are mortally wounded, slowly bleeding out on the battle field. Worse, we don’t die, but rather remain in a severely weakened state, near comatose and tragically incoherent.   

I have been speaking of late about personal sovereignty, of how first and foremost it is a State of Mind. The buck stops here for I alone decide if I will release the power that springs from within me and transfer it to the War Gods. If I were to do so, the sole result of this transaction would be that my power is used against me. I am a sovereign entity, a State of One, head honcho and chief bottle washer of Cognitive Dissonance. The Gods of War will not have my consent. Will they have yours?

 

03-23-2014

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Tue, 03/25/2014 - 20:04 | 4592292 MeelionDollerBogus
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Reading this reminded me of the TV series Spartacus. Bloody gladiator rings and branded slaves, a failed uprising and showing really, the same theme. The 'gods' and their bloodletting to bring the rains, the crops, the entertainment, the whoring, everything for the elites in service of the 'gods' and as 'gods'.

The shiney things we carry have changed, the kind of money we use as changed, the weapons & scale of killing have changed.

The utter moral failures and scale of deception, self-deception and that of 'leaders' - none of that has changed. Not for a second.

Mon, 03/24/2014 - 22:50 | 4588677 Whoa Dammit
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We were also taught in school that the way to tell that an ancient culture was truly "primitive"  or "pagan" was if it practiced human sacrifice, such as an annual appeasement to the sun god.   Meanwhile, our advanced and cultured society kills thousands annually to appease the Almighty Dollar. 

Mon, 03/24/2014 - 23:42 | 4588797 Cognitive Dissonance
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Yes, but this time it's different. Really, it is. Honest.

Mon, 03/24/2014 - 22:29 | 4588610 optimator
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Waltzing Matilda.  I remember the eerie 1959 movie about the end of the world in austraia after a nuclear war.  The theme music as Waltzing Matilda.  Start here, but perhaps this is the wrong night to see it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bfP1FCJTlo0&list=RDl_o8vX8lGss

Mon, 03/24/2014 - 22:09 | 4588516 besnook
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thers not to reason why

theirs is but to do and die

into the valley of death......

 

Mon, 03/24/2014 - 21:33 | 4588352 Miffed Microbio...
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Thanks for the piece CD. It reminded me of a sad interaction last Feb when I was waiting at a Starbucks for my family. Two young men asked if they could sit with me to wait for their friends. Come to find out they were celebrating they were " Marines for 3 days". Of course I started to ask them questions about what they were going to do. One was headed for Special Ops and one Recon. Both were going to Afghanistan to get some experience before they went into their chosen areas. It was obvious they were close childhood friends. After a while I was simply amazed at their maturity level. I queried them in depth. The man going into
Recon told me he would be in a small lightly armed team that would infiltrate a country. After describing it in detail, I said if you are captured you probably would be tortured or killed. " Yes M'am, that is true." I said I don't think the others in your team could help you if that were to happen. " Yes M'am, to do so would give away their position" I was simply amazed at his forthright candor about the danger he faced and the calmness and resolution. His training was good but he showed a depth of character I can't say I have ever seen in a nineteen year old. Then things took a strange turn.

I asked what they really wanted in their lives. Surely they couldn't plan to do this dangerous profession forever. They both looked at each other and Recon said. " M'am what we both want beyond anything else is to marry and have families. I want a wife and children who love me and who I can take care of. That is our only dream" I'm started to lose it inside but I forced myself to hold together. Both of you must realize you can't do what you are doing and have a family. It would be tortuous for all involved. " Of course M'am we know this. What we figure is we could do this for ten years and advance enough so we may settle down and provide stability for a family"

Thank goodness my husband and daughter came because I didn't know how long I could hold out with out tears streaming down my cheek. They stood up with me and shook my hand and told me they had a good time talking with me. I gave them hugs( embarrassed them a bit, guess that's inappropriate for Marines for 3 days) and begged them to be careful and I would think of them often. " don't worry M'am we'll be fine!" As they walked away smiling.

CD, I see the War Gods of whom you speak. I met two wonderful men caught in their web. Two kind men who will likely be damaged by what they experience in the next few years. Their humanness must be molded into a war machine for them to survive. What returns may not be what left. I am angered and saddened I could do nothing to stop this. And they are doing this in hopes of having a family and someone to love. Theirs will be a life of cognitive dissonance.

Miffed;-)

Mon, 03/24/2014 - 22:08 | 4588507 Cognitive Dissonance
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Wait until the employment situation gets (much) worse. Then becoming War God hit-men (and women) will be the path to subsistence living.....if it already isn't.

Tue, 03/25/2014 - 19:34 | 4592207 MeelionDollerBogus
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Indeed. What normal, sane person can kill in the name of lies and oil and then return and raise children, after freshly returning from killing children?

Wed, 03/26/2014 - 23:13 | 4597183 Miffed Microbio...
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MDB, I have to disagree with you here. It is different for us who have more than double the life experience than those two have. They certainly were not anticipating a career of child murder. Within the few minutes I had interacting with them I knew they would find that abhorrent. At nineteen I freely admit I was ignorant of what was truly happening to USA and was far more ideological than I am today. If these 2 aren't killed, in 10 years they will be very troubled or disillusioned. Or they will be dead inside, unable to feel, just to survive. I feel their goals of having a happy family life will have a remote possibility being achieved. I really see them as victims rather than perpetrators even though they may do some terrible things in the years to come. I truly hope, for their sake and others, this doesn't happen.

Miffed;-)

Mon, 04/07/2014 - 22:40 | 4634552 MeelionDollerBogus
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I appreciate your input but it wasn't really my point. My point is that former sanity will be gone.
In its place will be the madness of killing, remembering in the reflexes how to kill, swiftly, without conscience, and that will not go away.
After that any number of things could go wrong.
I suspect what allows a human to handle that is to kill for family, for tribe, for community, to keep 'us' alive under threat of death from 'them' which in the deeper past was frequently fact.
Today when told that line then returning to find out the threat was a lie, but knowing the killing of one's own hands is a fact, can ruin the mind & body forever.

It's not about laying blame: it's about how to live after being turned into a killing machine instead of killing in dire need for one's most important things, people, life.

Mon, 03/24/2014 - 21:12 | 4588274 sink critically
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Excellent article, cuts to the guts. Keep 'em coming, you are a warrior in the only war worth fighting, the war of ideas.

Mon, 03/24/2014 - 21:18 | 4588297 Cognitive Dissonance
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To the Empire the most dangerous person is not the one with a gun, but the one with an idea that spreads.

Personal sovereignty bitches.

Mon, 03/24/2014 - 21:11 | 4588265 Stanley Lord
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Good grief, lighten up Francis, nobody can predict the future and you are taking huge leaps here.

I guess doom sells.

Mon, 03/24/2014 - 21:25 | 4588323 Cognitive Dissonance
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If you think that was doom you ain't been to several dozen websites that are selling doom porn big time. :)

Tue, 03/25/2014 - 06:32 | 4589219 falak pema
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Your posts don't have the smell of stale semen but of fresh sincerity.

They don't condone fatality and consequent acceptance of one's own slavery.

And that is a smell the Gods of War hate more than all else as war can only flourish in the fertile terrain of huge rubble heaps, like Syria now and IRaq before have become in front of our eyes. 

Keep peddling your "nope"  to false gods and "hope" to personal salvation mixture. 

 

Mon, 03/24/2014 - 20:50 | 4588200 nonclaim
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"The Gods of War will not have my consent. Will they have yours?"

It depends what kind of war we are facing. Is it a conquest type where the winner gets the land and cheap labor (whatever is left anyway) or is it an extermination type where the land and people are to be destroyed. There are many examples of both in history.

We are facing extermination... do my consent still matter if they, with their reason, want me dead?

Mon, 03/24/2014 - 21:15 | 4588284 Cognitive Dissonance
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"We are facing extermination... do)es) my consent still matter if they, with their reason, want me dead?"

Yes! Or at least your compliance. The Nazi's couldn't have rounded up several million people for extermination without their compliance...if not their consent.

Mon, 03/24/2014 - 21:27 | 4588328 nonclaim
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Wonderful 2 x 360 + 180 ... :)

Mon, 03/24/2014 - 20:41 | 4588166 Bastiat
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A fickle finger of fate story:

It was 1968 and I'd just taken the oath, enlisting in the US Navy -- figured it was worth two extra years to stay out of the mess on the ground in Vietnam.  So 40 of us are standing in the room, in our regular civvies, having eaten breakfast at home that morning.  The door opens and in walks a marine captain and a couple of gunnies.  He says:  This is your lucky day.  Four of you ladies are gonna be US Marines.  He looked around the room and pointed: you . . . you . . . you . . . you.  One of the guys started bawling and almost collapsed--they took him with the others, a gunny on each arm.

I never knew the marines could draft from the Navy.  They normally don't but they were killiing them faster in 1968 than they could recruit.  I'll never forget standing there, that captain pointing his finger.  It might as well have been a gun.  Good chance no more than 1 of those 4 came back whole, if at all.

 

Mon, 03/24/2014 - 20:05 | 4588033 Reaper
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The Greek gods had their own ego desires, while assured of their god status. The dictators and the appeasers also had their own ego desires, while self-assured of their demi-god status. Both the gods and the demi-gods demand that their ego's desires must become ours. Both desire to intimidate us. If we're forced by their overwhelming power, we can still chose to fail, without revealing our choice. Our sovereign power is to say No, or to survive by outward consent and our internal none-consent and thwarting. I choose, therefore I am.

Mon, 03/24/2014 - 20:17 | 4588063 Cognitive Dissonance
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"Our sovereign power is to say No, or to survive by outward consent and our internal none-consent and thwarting. I choose, therefore I am."

And that was the point I was trying to get at. I fully understand that when facing physical their force "The War Gods" have the distinct advantage. Which means they can compell compliance.....but not my consent. Resistance comes in many forms and flavors.

Tue, 03/25/2014 - 19:38 | 4592219 MeelionDollerBogus
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indeed, and much as it shocks me, they want consent.
There's a reason they torture people to sign confessions instead of just doing it themselves in your name.
They want you broken enough to admit you signed it, to see your hand go to the page.
Why? I don't know. Efficiency says "sign it, say later he's lying if he recants". But they want to really see you sign those false confessions and will torture endlessly till they get it.
There must be a reason they need that consent so badly.

Mon, 03/24/2014 - 19:54 | 4587984 nmewn
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"The Gods of War will not have my consent. Will they have yours?"

Not being a pacifist, it all depends on if men, acting as gods, are actively trying to kill me. Although them constantly stealing from me is getting on my one remaining nerve ending.

So I guess the answer in my case is yes.

Mon, 03/24/2014 - 20:17 | 4588085 Cognitive Dissonance
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As I note below there is a difference between forcing my compliance and gaining my consent.

Mon, 03/24/2014 - 20:24 | 4588112 nmewn
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Certainly.

There is also a difference in dying on your feet as opposed to, living on your knees.

Zapata ;-)

Mon, 03/24/2014 - 19:10 | 4587800 Nom de Guerre
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Thanks Cog for another great piece.

Mon, 03/24/2014 - 18:48 | 4587716 pauhana
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I graduated from high school in 1964 and quit reading the newspaper in 1966 after so many of my classmates ended their journey through life as cannon fodder in 'Nam.  I started as a Barry Goldwater Republican and ended up working for Lyndon Johnson.  In hindsight I realize that neither choice made any difference.  The dogs, once loose, just keep running.  And so it goes.  We are all cogs.  Maybe I'll just become "A Different Cog." 

Mon, 03/24/2014 - 19:33 | 4587893 Cognitive Dissonance
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Thanks for the background. We all have a story to tell.

Mon, 03/24/2014 - 18:24 | 4587604 optimator
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NEVER have I seen a ZH like this, Cog you really got to us all with this one.  And, I don't think I've ever seen a ZH with so many green up arrows, I'd have to estimate 99% green.  

Mon, 03/24/2014 - 18:27 | 4587627 Cognitive Dissonance
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"The times, they are a-changing." - Bob Dylan

Mon, 03/24/2014 - 19:50 | 4587961 Clever Name
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And the more things change, the more they remain the same.

 

Nice article here, CD.

I strive to make people understand that everything that our government does is done in our name, and is ultimately our responsibility. We cannot shirk it. We elect the leader who makes the decisions and pay for the bullets.

"Do you understand what I am saying? You may not support <insert military action here> but at the very least, you paid for the bullets, bombs, training, etc. Does that not make you responsible for the deaths caused by them in your name, all done while flying your flag? You are personally responsible for the deaths of others, including many, many innocents. Accept it, deal with it how you will, and most importantly what can be done to stop it?"

I have not yet reached the stage of trying to put this in a nicer way. My father is about your age, gramps <chuckles>. He just recently told me the whole story behind his conscience objector status during Nam. I was extremely proud. I also work with a Nam vet who is now very religious and outside of the religious nuttiness (sorry), he is a great guy. I can only imagine what he went through.

 

Thank you for your writings sir, and thanks for the booby pic...

Mon, 03/24/2014 - 20:31 | 4588138 YHC-FTSE
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+1

Thank goodness we have intelligent young people like you still being born. 

 

Mon, 03/24/2014 - 21:55 | 4588450 Clever Name
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Thank you mate, but I aint so young, nor so intelligent!

Mon, 03/24/2014 - 20:18 | 4588079 Cognitive Dissonance
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That's Mister Gramps to you sonny boy. And that is school board approved fine art, not a booby picture you little whipper snapper. <snicker snicker>

:-)

Mon, 03/24/2014 - 21:54 | 4588447 Clever Name
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And I woulda gotten away with it too, if it werent for you meddling kids!

Mon, 03/24/2014 - 18:11 | 4587523 blindman
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the gods are principles and appeasement of totalitarians
would be recognising that the appeaser has not the
necessary assemblage of principles to overcome
those of the totalitarian. could be?

Mon, 03/24/2014 - 18:28 | 4587632 Cognitive Dissonance
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Could be.

Mon, 03/24/2014 - 18:07 | 4587503 falak pema
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If you remember the Gods of War fought at Troy in the Iliad and one bright guy escaped from that blood fest and to atone for his past sins he went on a long voyage that ended when he returned home having discovered a continent and chartered a Sea. 

Something tells me that Cog Dis in now embarking on his Odyssey, while his Penelope does her knitting. 

Having abandoned his Trojan Horse to ZH ! 

Mon, 03/24/2014 - 17:34 | 4587335 Choose Sanity
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YOU sir are under surveillance. You probably have been so  for most of your years. Kudos for your moral courage.

Mon, 03/24/2014 - 18:25 | 4587613 Cognitive Dissonance
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After High School I was a long haired hippie protesting nuclear power for a while. It was all downhill since then. I suspect I have been 'on the list' for a long time.

Mon, 03/24/2014 - 17:46 | 4587410 Mrs. Cog
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At this point I figure we are actually saving the American taxpayers a nice sum because the NSA et al has been able to combine our surveillance teams thus cutting back on the overhead costs... just one of the perks when you meet your spouse in the threads of ZH. :-)

And I hate to break it to you, but we're ALL under the magnifying glass now.

Mon, 03/24/2014 - 16:14 | 4586950 TheAnswerIs42
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Speaking of Greek Mythology and "nubile no-no", my first introduction was BullFinche's Mythology.

Certainly got my interest, right up there with the Sear's catalog bra section...

Plus there was a lot of blood and gore to go along with it.

In a way, it was the 19th century version of Mad Magazine.

 

 

Mon, 03/24/2014 - 16:22 | 4586990 Cognitive Dissonance
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I'd better not let Mrs. Cog see that link. :)

<Nothing honey, just doing some research.>

Mon, 03/24/2014 - 15:15 | 4586668 SmallerGovNow2
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Well Done CD...

Mon, 03/24/2014 - 16:24 | 4587005 Cognitive Dissonance
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Lately my articles start out in one direction and wind up in another. This one started out fast, then did a right turn around page four and I was catching up the rest of the way.

When I started looking for images the impact of it all hit me in the stomach. Brought up a few nasty memories. I can't imagine what some of the Vietnam vets are feeling after reading this piece.

Mon, 03/24/2014 - 21:24 | 4588317 Brutlstrudl
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Not very much at all

Mon, 03/24/2014 - 14:11 | 4586319 Bastiat
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Well done, Cog; rings true and very well written.  You also have exquisite taste in visuals---and no, I'm not just talking about the first one.

Mon, 03/24/2014 - 16:20 | 4586978 Cognitive Dissonance
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Thank you.

Sometimes I must invest 3 or 4 hours looking for images that are usable both visually and copyright. Lately Mrs. Cog has been helping to cut down on the time. At the least there is an hour or two put in just on the images. They must connect to the story in some way and be visually striking or I won't use them.

Banzai7 taught me everything I know about images, mostly be watching the master create. I learned from the best. :)

Mon, 03/24/2014 - 16:03 | 4586881 robertsgt40
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BTW, P's and Q's is a term from colonial times referring to Pints and Quarts of brew in the tavern.

Mon, 03/24/2014 - 13:52 | 4586211 SKY85hawk
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Has the teleprompter-in-chief mentioned/documented/claimed what laws his actions are based upon? 

Seems like he's picking on certain 'kids' just like you experienced in school..

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