WAR NEVER ENDS UNTIL SOLDIERS REFUSE TO KILL FOR MADMEN

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1984 has come and gone. The prophecy of George Orwell have been fulfilled.  Now we know, without any doubt, that wars are started by bankers and politicians to make a financial profit and to gain personal power for themselves.  In the United States there are no more wars of “defending oneself”.   (False Flags propaganda notwithstanding).  Since WW II  the ONLY reason any war was ever fought — and factually, during the last 5,000 years human history — was for the profit of private banks and corporations.  Don’t take my word for it.  Study the history of warfare.  Actually, there has always been a  “Big Brother” in every period of history from the Egyptians to the Rockefellers.  “Big Brother” is  the bankers and politicians — with the blessing of the priests.

However, they are NOT the people who load the shells, fly the planes, drop the bombs and pull the triggers that kill people.  They are spineless cowards who hide behind curtains and desks and rhetoric and secret police. It is each individual soldier who “is just doing his duty” that does the killing for the despicable slime we call our “leaders”.  Until soldiers refuse to become soldiers there will be perpetual wars. I refused to be inducted into the military in 1969, during the Vietnam War.  So can you now. All it takes is the balls to say the words: “HELL NO! I WON’T GO!” 

So what can “Big Brother” do to you?  Put you in prison? Shoot you in the head?  So what?!  Sacrificing your life is a small price to pay compared to relinquishing your personal responsibility to the whims of a pack of psychopathic power-brokers. It’s just a matter of time before the next person they’ll order you to kill is your own mother, brother and sister — in this lifetime or the next.  What goes around, comes around.

 Every time you “volunteer” to go out and kill people, or support the parasites who tell you it is your “duty” to murder the “enemy” they created for you,  you — not anyone else — are the killer.  I have heard a million reasons why it is OK to be a soldier.  As a way to earn a living, almost any job is less destructive, and more honest, than helping a Gang of War Profiteers to invade entire countries so Wall Street bankers and Corporate Arms manufacturers can make another billion dollars on selling guns to your “enemies”.  How many reasons can you think of to help “Big Brother” continue to slaughter millions and millions of people for their personal financial profit for the next 5,000 years? — Lawrence R. Spencer. 2012.

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Watch the following video with footage from the Vietnam war:  notice who’s doing the killing and who’s safe back home in their offices: you guessed it, “Big Brother”.

Here is a quick less on how BIG BROTHER (“The Party”) keeps getting away with murder, theft and mayhem for their personal power and profit, at our expense:

“The Party seeks power entirely for its own sake. We are not interested in the good of others; we are interested solely in power, pure power. What pure power means you will understand presently. We are different from the oligarchies of the past in that we know what we are doing. All the others, even those who resembled ourselves, were cowards and hypocrites. The German Nazis and the Russian Communists came very close to us in their methods, but they never had the courage to recognize their own motives. They pretended, perhaps they even believed, that they had seized power unwillingly and for a limited time, and that just around the corner there lay a paradise where human beings would be free and equal. We are not like that. We know what no one ever seizes power with the intention of relinquishing it. Power is not a means; it is an end. One does not establish a dictatorship in order to safeguard a revolution; one makes the revolution in order to establish the dictatorship. The object of persecution is persecution. The object of torture is torture. The object of power is power.” George Orwell, 1984  — published in 1949.

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MONGOLIAN IDOL

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“Tuvan throat singing is one particular variant of overtone singing practiced by the Tuva people of southern Siberia.
“The art of Tuvan throat singing is a style in which one or more pitches sound simultaneously over a fundamental pitch, producing a unique sound. The history of Tuvan throat singing reaches very far back. Many of the male herders can throat sing, but women are beginning to practice the technique as well. The popularity of throat singing among Tuvans seems to have arisen as a result of geographic location and culture. The open landscape of Tuva allows for the sounds to carry a great distance. Ethnomusicologists studying throat singing in these areas mark khoomei as an integral part in the ancient pastoral animism that is still practiced today. Often, singers will travel far into the countryside looking for the right river, or will go up to the steppes of the mountainside to create the proper environment for throat-singing.[1]

The animistic world view of this region identifies the spirituality of objects in nature, not just in their shape or location, but in their sound as well.[2] Thus, human mimicry of nature’s sounds is seen as the root of throat singing. (An example is the Mongolian story of the waterfall above the Buyan Gol (Deer River), where mysterious harmonic sounds are said to have attracted deer to bask in the waters, and where it is said harmonic sounds were first revealed to people.)[citation needed] Indeed, the cultures in this part of Asia have developed many instruments and techniques to mimic the sounds of animals, wind, and water.[citation needed] While the cultures of this region share throat singing, their styles vary in breadth of development.

It is simply the harmonized sounds that they are able to produce from deep within their throats.[3] Ordinarily, melodies are created by isolating the 6th, 7th, 8th, 9th, 10th and 12th partial in accordance with the harmonic series (if fundamental frequency were C3, the overtones would be: G5, B♭5, C6, D6, E6, G6). The base pitch is typically around a G below Middle C.

The people of Tuva have a wide range of throat singing vocalizations, and were the pioneers of six pitch harmonics.[4] There are several different classification schemes for Tuvan throat singing. In one, the three basic styles are khoomei, kargyraa and sygyt, while the sub-styles include borbangnadyr, chylandyk, dumchuktaar, ezengileer and kanzyp. In another, there are five basic styles: khoomei, sygyt, kargyraa, borbangnadyr and ezengileer. The substyles include chylandyk, despeng borbang, opei khoomei, buga khoomei, kanzyp, khovu kargyraazy, kozhagar kargyraazy, dag kargyraazy, Oidupaa kargyraazy, uyangylaar, damyraktaar, kishteer, serlennedyr and byrlannadyr.[5] These schemes all use Tuvan terminology.”  — Wikipedia.org

WE’RE ALL MAD HERE

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“”‘What sort of people live about here?’

‘In THAT direction,’ the Cat said, waving its right paw round, ‘lives

a Hatter: and in THAT direction,’ waving the other paw, ‘lives a March

Hare. Visit either you like: they’re both mad.’

‘But I don’t want to go among mad people,’ Alice remarked.

‘Oh, you can’t help that,’ said the Cat: ‘we’re all mad here. I’m mad.

You’re mad.’

‘How do you know I’m mad?’ said Alice.

‘You must be,’ said the Cat, ‘or you wouldn’t have come here.’

Alice didn’t think that proved it at all; however, she went on ‘And how

do you know that you’re mad?'”

“So, Mr. Dodgson, let me pose the same question to you that young Alice asked of the chimerical cat in your own story: how do you know whether you are mad or not mad? How would you satisfy yourself that I am not mad? How do we know that everyone is mad or not mad?”, I said, rising from my chair to place the manuscript upon the sideboard. 

I refilled my pipe once again, in anticipation of the protracted debate that was sure to follow on the heels of these profoundly absurd, yet existential queries and arguments.

Mr. Dodgson did not seem the least bit nonplused by my insinuation  regarding his sanity, or the sanity of all. Rather, he thanked us very cordially for our hospitality, rose from his chair and reached the door to exit the apartment. As he reached the door he turned back to me. 

“Mr. Holmes, I will leave the resolution of this mystery entirely in your very capable hands. If anyone were able to solve the questions you pose to me, I assure you that I am not that man. Neither are any of the mentors whom I have studied, including Sir Isaac himself. I trust that you will be kind enough to inform me of your eventual success, if such is possible. Good day to you, gentlemen”.

With that, he departed, clomped down the stairs. Through the window we saw him walk briskly away through a light drizzle of rain in the direction of the train station.

“What do you make of it Holmes?”, asked Watson, who seemed to have been disquieted by our visitor. “I must admit that our meeting with this  gentleman is the most perplexing I have ever had,” he said, resuming his seat in front of the fire.

“Yes. Most perplexing, indeed”, I agreed, taking my own seat and refilling my pipe. “Most perplexing.””

— Excerpt from SHERLOCK HOLMES: MY LIFE, by Lawrence R. Spencer

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