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When Gods War
When Gods War
By
Cognitive Dissonance
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
Cognitive Dissonance
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Man's Best Friend - WAR
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"My advice to you. Start drinking heavily." I followed John Belushi's advice a couple decades ago and now I'm posting meaningless gibberish on ZH when I can manage to see my keyboard.
I am now very depressed.
Yeah, me too. Listening to Simon & Garfunkle and all that old stuff....
All that great older music stirs many memories, some good, some 'bad'.
the system tells the people what to do? how did we get such a system? we started reading books, and everything we learned was from a book. were there no wars before books? yes there were wars, plenty of them and with many fewer men to fight in them. how is it any different? these wars are made because of books. if it were not for books these wars would disappear and perhaps mankind would see its way to avoid the other kind of war. these wars are beyond our reach. the machine drives us, we are passengers. how do we stop reading books? how do we regain control and make war a human failing. as the poet said, its a human fault, man is never as good as his ideas.
I disagree -
"...these wars are made because of books..."
These wars are made because of psychopaths in positions of power
"...if it were not for books these wars would disappear..."
If it were not for psychopaths in positions of power...
"...and perhaps mankind would see its way to avoid the other kind of war. these wars are beyond our reach."
No they're not. Don't follow psychopaths and don't let them attain positions of power. Convince others to do the same.
"...the machine drives us, we are passengers..."
Did a psychopath tell you that? We choose to be passengers in a vehicle for convenience. If you get on a bus, the bus doesn't drive you, the bus driver does. You're suggesting we're all victims of the bus routes and schedules. If you decide you're not on the right bus after several stops, do you curl up under your seat in a fetal position wringing your hands at your horrible fate?
"...how do we stop reading books?"
Easy: become a psychopath. The only books you'll read are for 'ammunition' in your quest for dominance. After a while, you'll get powerful and arrogant and have little need to read. At that point, you can get someone else to do it for you and condense the ideas to a PowerPoint slide deck.
"...how do we regain control and make war a human failing..."
You are already in control - you always were. Wake the hell up.
War, in and of itself, is not a human failing. It's a basic, primitive survival mechanism wired in all of us since before we were walking upright. You can be angry about psychopaths exploiting that fact to wage wars for their own personal gains - that doesn't mean war is never justified. The psychopath's trick is to convince sheeple that it's about their survival. People are just gulible that way. They don't need to regain control, they need to stop being so easily duped to begin with.
"...as the poet said, its a human fault, man is never as good as his ideas..."
A man is the sum total his/her ideas and those they picked up from others - nothing more and nothing less. It's only our ignorance that limits us. The poet confuses human potential with the fantasy of a genie in a bottle granting wishes. One could argue that they got that idea from the smokie genie living in the poet's bong.
One of your best pieces. By far.
Strange coincidence that I just posted an anti-war message on WB7's newest effort, saw your post above mine and came here to read another, much more eloquent anti-war message. This is something very close to my heart, not because I've seen action - I haven't - but because underneath the calm exterior of a middleaged man who appears to be a minor pillar of the establishment, I am bursting with absolute loathing against the most abhorrent and insane activity known to man.
As most people know, I am a Brit living in the UK, but I have family in the US. Cousins, uncles, aunts, one of whom even served in Vietnam. It's a cliche now, but you don't ever survive a war. You don't ever get over it. I've met civilians who experienced wars as children who saw death and destruction all around them, and their coping mechanism for dealing with stress is overloaded for the rest of their lives. When war touches you, and I don't mean some vague romanticised evacuation but the cold reality of being in the middle of a deadly random chance for horrible death with shit, blood, tears, and hunger for company. When it touches you, you are affected for life. I don't ever want to support such evil acts of wholesale murder, which is essentially when stripped down to the bare facts, the insane act of sending our teens to murder their teens in far away places.
I wasn't always so anti-war. It was a journey of discovery for me from the stupid kid in fatigues who had such romantic notions of heroism to the man I am today. But that's another long and boring story I will save for another time.
Thanks mate for this post, which I fear is needed more than ever.
All creeks and streams in an area eventually reach the same river. Anyone who seriously begins to question everything soon enough sees the insanity of war.
Off topic here but I have tried to interest my daughters in reading the Greek Myths, and used the salaciousness of their antics as a lure.
They never would even try it. My "It" was a two volume set, "The Greek Myths" by Robert Graves, Pelican Paperbacks. I suppose that one can get a decent condition set for cheap on ABEBOOKS.com
Every couple of years I page through one or the other for some laughsa or for a refresher on Who's Who in a literary reference.
The first volume first chapters go into the origins of the mythology. It is some hot stuff.
http://www.abebooks.com/servlet/SearchResults?an=Robert+Graves&sts=t&tn=...
A set is about 6.50 including postage.
War is inevitable when someone's about to beat the crap out of you.
I remember walking through some bombed-out, blasted, burned, fucked up landscaped streets and considering that if anybody's street had to look this way I was damned glad it wasn't mine. And determined to keep it so. Not my town, my mom, my friends, none of them.
Tough for the other guy, but not mine. Ever.
I've been thinking about that sentiment. And thinking and thinking.
Perspective always colors one's view of the field. Just as I can't completely climb into someone's shoes, neither can I totally climb out of mine.
Except when viewed from an evolutionary perspective, where it is inevitable.
Mister Anderson... do you hear that sound?
War What's it GOOD FOR? Absolutely EVERYTHING
Let's see, Start war with RUSSIA ... CHECK
Start war with CHINA ... check
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WHY? Because the USA is toast and those that control the USA want to destroy the USA and all evidence that leads to them, and to give what remains of the USA the "BILL", .e.g. the world will seek restitution against the USA.
Don't worry cuz all that could be stole from the USA, is already gone and hiding in secret offshore accounts.
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MH-370 what we know
1.) The malaysian government has lied everyday, and every minute since the CIA operation started.
2.) The plane dissapeared at 1:22am, but MALAY didn't trigger the system until 7:48am, meaning that they waited until the plane LANDED at Diego-Garcia, before the plane was ever announced as missing.
3.) Even now almost 3 weeks later the MALAY gubmint refuses to release the 'manifest' so nobody actually knows what was on the plane.
4.) 20 Freescale Semiconductor folk 'missng', 13 were malay, and 7 were chinese, they were going to CHINA to sell their technology to the chinese, this same technology OBAMA had approved to be the "CHIPinASS" for every citizen under OBAMA-CARE. The ULTIMATE tracking chip that never goes away or dies.
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Lastly, why does ZH tell us to ignore this advent (M370) which has already triggered WW3, yet they fill us with bitcoin shit every fuckign day forever. This will be a bigger advent than 911, or JFK, in history, and ZH (AIPAC) refuses to even allow it to be discussed on OP-POSTS, well except for Charles-Smith (AIPAC) bullshit
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COG you make it clear that war is invitable but I say this if GOOD MEN feared NOT to tell the truth the madness could and would end, but so long as the MSM and its minions play go-along, then yes the war is inevitable, but it doesnt' have to be this way.
Never much discussion around the Net of just exactly what this New World Order is supposed to look like when completed. They seem to want it so bad McCain looks like he never even gets a chance to pee he can just taste whatever this THING is. I will keep saying it. The adventures in the Mid East are not to build pipelines, take over oil fields etc, but to DESTROY NATION STATES and ones certainly in reach of Israel. So what is the plan with USA, Russia, China? Well if you wanted to think Biblical you might imagine a military and economic war WHICH DESTROYS ALL THREE and the rest of the world's economy to boot. The rest might be in the Bible.
Albert Pike, Grand Commander of the Masonic Scottish rite was very tied in with the internationalist plan for the NWO. In 1871 he sketched out a plan for 3 world wars - and was remarkably accurate about the first two and the third seems like it is on the mark. The letter was supposed to be in the British Museum, but according to the link it isn't there (anymore.) I first came accross it in a book by William Carr that was published in 1958. Pike was a general for the south in the civil war but - and this is hard to confirm, he was apparently involved in some massacres of native americans, and also had something to do with the formation of the KKK Not to good for the Masonic reputation, so I guess it would be convenient to lose that stuff. There's a statue of Mazzini in New York's Central Park - interesting that he was the head of the globalist revolutionary movement at the tiime - he is the one that Pike wrote the letter to which laid out te 3 world wars.
http://www.threeworldwars.com/albert-pike2.htm
Well I'll say again, and I'll say again & again until the OBAMA HIV comes home,
CIA ain't fucking christian
Mossad ain't Jewish
Al-Queda ain't MUSLIM
AIPAC ain't fuck HEBREW, its a CRIMINAL MAFIA ORG
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NOT a fucking thing to do with the BIBLE,
Look at the stupid fucking photo's here on this COG, all Vietnam, what about OIL ditto-heads, read the fucking "pentagon papers", chevron/shell found OIL in Vietnam in 1950's and wanted the fucking OIL, and commie and all was bullshit.
It's about the OIL, and anybody that say's its about JESUS is a fucking CIA/NSA bot.
the pentagon is probably the number one energy (ab)user? we could be energy independent (which is not something obama ever mentions) without our extended committment. (how much are we burning up looking for flight 370) but the american car is a complete fantasy, more so than movies, which have a strange fascination with horses? anyway its about power, expressing american power around the globe, selling the american dream to the rest of the world (and really have we done that in China, hell no, they have sold us on the idea of being poor obedient state worker bees) i think america is in decline but not for the reasons mentioned.
oil, yes. but who needs oil and how will they
pay for the oil? you need an infrastructure and
a money system, then
it becomes about the money system for without one
no one even aspires to need or buys oil. so it becomes
about money as debt in a fractional reserve, at interest,
money creation system where the lender acts as the
sovereign with associated power, authority and rights. call it
capture of governance or property rights apartheid corporatism,
or fascism in the financial sector and beyond!
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the truth is this, if the people can not or will not define the
basic unit of measure of finance someone else will and they
will define and create it so as to enslave or exploit those
who refuse to engage.
ass chips may be damned and the missing plane caper seems
more a distraction of attention from reality, replete with
near infinite tangential speculation so enamored by the human
mind, than a seminal and historic event. (with no disrespect
intended to the possible and alleged executed missing persons
and their relations).
just a thought
spot on blind one- one big fucking distraction. since it ihas been turned off, the mind "discounts" most of this white noise.
there is almost a longing for some bullshit:)
If I am a BOT, can I collect a paycheck? I take Paypal. FYI I think you are full of shit. If it was all about oil why the fuck wouldn't they be risking WW3? Because it's way bigger than oil or the dollar, they could save the dollar and they have plenty of oil under control worldwide, they want GLOBAL HEDGEMONY. All other theories are getting jettisoned out the window with each turn this gang makes. Why would spy technology matter so much if it was about oil? You contradict yourself and make zero sense.
OFFICIAL USA POLICY THAT LED TO THE VIETNAM WAR -"The industrial plant of Japan and such strategic materials as Indonesian oil must be denied to the USSR, and kept in the Western orbit."
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Think now, control RUSSIA "OIL", control CHINA "OIL"
He who has the OIL controls the world.
Tahoe, if your human then teach this shit to COG, so he understands why we sexually mutilated millions of vietname women and children.
http://www.chomsky.info/articles/1972----.htm
If COG is going to use these photos, then he MUST understand their source.
"Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children. This is not a way of life at all in any true sense. Under the clouds of war, it is humanity hanging on a cross of iron. "
~Dwight D. Eisenhower, speech, American Society of Newspaper Editors, 16 April 1953"
A great war leaves the country with three armies - an army of cripples, an army of mourners, and an army of thieves. ~German Proverb
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The world has achieved brilliance without wisdom, power without conscience. Ours is a world of nuclear giants and ethical infants. We know more about war that we know about peace, more about killing that we know about living. ~Omar Bradley
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War will exist until that distant day when the conscientious objector enjoys the same reputation and prestige that the warrior does today. ~John F. Kennedy
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"The problem in defense is how far you can go without destroying from within what you are trying to defend from without. ~Dwight D. Eisenhower"
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is it too late?
It's been almost 44 years since leaving the Untied States of Assassination.
From all that I see everything there has only grow from bad to worse.
I've lived the life of a rover.
The Band Played Waltzing Matilda - John McDermotthttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VktJNNKm3B0
Thanks for the Waltzing Matilda DP
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hH6UynI5m7Y#t=382
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Chris Hedges Speaks Out @ Oxford Unionhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fYykQTZ55zg&list=UUY7dD6waquGnKTZSumPMTlQ...
Tom Waits - Tom Traubert's Blues (Four Sheets to the Wind in Copenhagen)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HkOMiA_uGso
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dejavu again.
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"Tom Traubert's Blues"
Wasted and wounded, 't ain't what the moon did, I've got what I paid for now
See you tomorrow, hey Frank, can I borrow a couple of bucks from you
To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda,
You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me
I'm an innocent victim of a blinded alley
And I'm tired of all these soldiers here
No one speaks English, and everything's broken, and my Stacys are soaking wet
To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda,
You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me
Now the dogs are barking and the taxi cab's parking
A lot they can do for me
I begged you to stab me, you tore my shirt open,
And I'm down on my knees tonight
Old Bushmill's I staggered, you'd bury the dagger
your silhouette window light
To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda,
You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me
Now I lost my Saint Christopher now that I've kissed her
And the one-armed bandit knows
And the maverick Chinamen, and the cold-blooded signs,
And the girls down by the strip-tease shows, go
Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda,
You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me
No, I don't want your sympathy, fugitives say
That the streets aren't for dreaming now
manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories,
They want a piece of the action anyhow
Go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda,
You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me
And you can ask any sailor, and the keys from the jailor,
And the old men in wheelchairs know
And Mathilda's the defendant, she killed about a hundred,
And she follows wherever you may go
Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda,
You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me
And it's a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace,
And a wound that will never heal
No prima donna, the perfume is on an
Old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey
And goodnight to the street sweepers, the night watchmen flame keepers
And goodnight Mathilda, too
'...I was a Conchie in the war...'
Stan Rogers - Harris and the Marehttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bQSEn-SZzpM
For those who may have missed it, a two hour audio interview with Cognitive Dissonance was posted Friday night. Please click here to listen.
If I may the use of the Bougereau as the first image underscores how everything is contrived. If the artist had titled the work "One of my many nude young female models showing her tits holding up a playful baby holding a toy arrow", he would have been driven out of Paris. However by assoicating the oil painting with the Greek pantheon, the image becomes historic, dignified and from a sociatal point of view, morally decent.
"I may not be able to define pornography, but I know it when I see it." - paraphrased Justice Potter Stewart quote
Veeeery interesting ... /Arte Johnson
By the time you were leaving high school, the war would have been just about over.
You'd think the grand high poo-bahs of chickenhawk geopolitics would have learned something from that little exercise in Vietnam.
But nope. And they're baaack.
When I graduated the draft had just been discontinued, but not before I had drawn a draft number sufficiently bad enough for me to be whisked off to boot camp if the draft had been extended again as it was in 1971.
And I beg to differ that nothing had been learned from Vietnam. The military and the politicians learned to 'hide' the effects from the general public as much as possible. No more free lance journalist allowed in the field of battle to send back pictures of villages that were destroyed to save them or piles of dead women and children, collateral damage writ large.
Welcome to the new and improved Wars of the Gods. :)
Cognitive Dissonance - you said: "And I beg to differ that nothing had been learned from Vietnam. The military and the politicians learned to 'hide' the effects from the general public as much as possible."
I couldn't agree more. In 1999-2000 I returned to SE Asia to help with demining operations in Laos and Cambodia. What I saw shocked me to the core of my being. What the American military did was appalling. It was such an eye opening experience that when I got home I put my DD-214 and (not so) honorable discharge in the shredder and threw away my ribbons and medals. It would be nice if everyone who is considering joining had an opportunity to visit some place that the American military had been to see the damage first hand, the human toll. Perhaps that would dissuade many from participating in what has become a national pastime.
Geez Cog,
This one hits pretty close to home. I'm from the same era. My best friend in high school was born in Dec '54 and I in Jan of '55. He got a lottery number of 42 which guaranteed a senior trip to to the jungle. I was classified as 1H or in the holding pool for the next lottery. Those days were full of angst for guys like me. A sense of impending disaster and conflicting emotions. My grandfather served as a sharpshooter in WWI, My mother's brothers (4 out of five) served in WWII, my dad in the Korean war--all as draftees. Yet here I was, with a reasonably well developed sense of self preservation watching friends a few years older go off to something that by then was self-evidently a disaster and no victory forthcoming, and one of whom was bluntly honest enough to advise me that if I was drafted that I should not go because "they are not trying to win it". Try to process that concept when you've always been taught that the USA is the good guys and always persevere until the job is done. I am as patriotic as the next guy but the prospect of my country asking me to be cannon fodder for no reason other than to run out the clock while the leaders of the day maneuvered for some face-saving grace struck me as a pretty poor way to squander one's life, especially considering how obvious it was becoming that they were such a bunch of medacious pricks anyway. It is easier now to see the truth of the matter, but even as a youngster I was developing a visceral feel for the deceptions that come cloaked in a flag. As luck would have it I was never forced to make the decision about answering the call from my friends and neighbors who had selected others before me. It was a dilemma that ended without a resolution. Would I disgrace myself in the eyes of my family by fleeing to Canada, suck it up and take my chances, hedge my bet by volunteering for four years in some other branch instead of a two year stint at the luck of the draw? I can't say what I would have done but I do know this, I was very angry about being put in that position by people who had no skin in the game themselves and as it turns out may well have been making profits from the scenario that could have ended me for no good reason. Maybe some who read this will call it sour grapes but if we must fight wars then I say have a draft without exceptions. The luck of the draw applies to the senators son just like it does to the son of a mechanic or janitor or minority. Maybe then the narcissistic power mongers who fancy themselves as modern day Alexanders would pause in their headlong rush to glory. On a happier note, as a result of not having to solve the dilemma my buddy and I still get together for a day or two of fishing and beers every now and again.
Partied too hard my freshman year and got drafted in '69 - grades sucked. As I recall the draft-lottery started in Jan. 1970. On the first draw my number was 363. If I had just kept my nose to the grindstone in '69, I wouldn't have had to go. Karma.
It would seem from the surface that you are correct.
But time and space are not as linear as they appear. Who knows how things would have worked out even if you had received/earned good grades.
'nuf said.
"And I beg to differ that nothing had been learned from Vietnam. The military and the politicians learned to 'hide' the effects from the general public as much as possible."
They've also mastered the art of psychological warfare against the public. Even an autistic drunk like me can see it.
the difference between an autistic drunk and an artistic drunk is a well paid critic
That was good!
I resemble that........I think. :)
I've been considering an article on this subject as part of a larger series on psychological warfare. Still in the planning stage.......meaning I plan to get to it. :)
For your article and consideration:
1) Bush in the 2000 campaign was asked about Vietnam and he actually answered with that tired phrase about how we could have won if we weren't hamstrung by the soft-headed Left. I remember how this WAS NOT criticized in the "liberal media" and that we as a country had learned nothing from the experience. This was one of my first 'wake up' moments of later life.
2) Instead and in the aftermath, we heard about how the 'Vietnam Syndrome' (we lost) was crippling our foreign policy and the spell was finally broken when Reagan invaded Grenada. In brief, the corporate media and its controllers have always been in favor of cheerleading aggression and expanding the empire.
Simply look at mass media ownership going back to Hearst, Pulitizer, et. al. Current corporate ownership is no different. Freedom of the press (and every other media) belongs to the corporation who owns one.
Yep, that is my point.
"get over it commie lover. you lost." Secretary of State Kerry.
I don't know why i "like" that quote...it is so entirely representative of "we're winning" when at first glance it appears..."we're losing and losing badly" actually.
Vietnam was "simple" because there never was a chance for victory, everyone knew it, no one knew why we were there...losing wasn't easy but leaving sure was.
That hasn't been true this go around.
How does one "lose" while not "leaving"?
I loved studying Greek Mythology when i was a kid...the Romans for obvious reason never took much stock in it...but i do not find it surprising in the least that the same people who truly believed in their "myths" (the Greeks) also invented geometry, logic, philosophy, medicine, objectivity, rhetoric, history, "entertainment." Only the Romans had as their founding myth "conflict itself."
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Romulus_and_Remus
The list is as long as it is amazing for the Greeks.
Oh, and of course "demos" or "people government" (through argument and debate leaders would be "chosen" instead of "annointed" or "born into.") In short the Greeks invented a type of "meritocracy"...something the age of "Bailout Tycoons" seems to have forgotten.
Rome would "liberate" Greece...but that would be the end of Greece as a consequence.
Certainly the USA is appearing rather "Roman" of late.
President Putin does indeed make a good "foil."
There was still fight in America after Vietnam.
In a sense Secretary of State Kerry is right..."we won Putin, you lost. Get over it."
Hard to tell if its true this time around though.
Doesn't appear to be at the moment.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lTabyW4IfAo
Somewhere out there is a new class of leadership that is emerging ready to "sweep away the old"...if it hasn't already.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YEi7GPkxfsE
There's lots of material everyday on the radio and TV (I'm a DVD and talk radio guy myself). I have to continually turn off the radio-logical warfare government sponsored infomercials in between segments. It's not even subtle anymore on the few stations I receive. I look forward to your essay.
Sadly, as I think more about it, everything, whether it is in print, audio or video is programming our minds. ZH and the red/green arrows is programming you how to think if you let it (do we know one way or the other whether we are seeing things the way they really are?). I guess the matrix authors (more programming) really knew what they were talking about. Can we actually disconnect ourselves from all audio, visual and print material programming or do we actually believe we can filter it so as to believe we aren't being programmed when we are? Time to pop the cork again. Last post for me, I've had it. I've been programmed to say that, or was it me?