Some see, few know, many choose to wander aimlessly in a fog, devoid of sunlight. I seek the light of day and leave the others to their chosen realm of ignorance. They are the ones who have brought this great nation down. I write only for the benefit of those who possess the courage required to restore our birthright.
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
OUT OF THE ASHES OF 911 PART TWO
Fondly dedicated to G.B. and J.S.
There was a time when it could be stated, more or less rightly, that 'It is a man's world.' Thank goodness those days and such an attitude has faded into history. The only reason that I have even brought the topic up is I am about to ask you to read a brief poem from a great poet by name of Rudyard Kipling. The name of the poem is 'If' and everyone is familiar with at least the first one and a half lines. 'If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs'... As you read the poem do a mental adjustment, allowing for the 'man's world' concept of that long gone day. Whether you are a man or woman, twenty two years old or sixty, it matters not as the message is the same. It is one of strength, of self control, self reliance, and a spirit that refuses to be broken, or even bend. Think of that poem as a message from your father or mother, or for that matter, me. We have some very trying times ahead and it would serve us all well to heed the message that Kipling left his son.
By Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
None of us can lay claim to perfection, and that most assuredly includes yours truly, although it pains me immensely to admit it...(meant to be facetious). What leads me to this disclosure are comments from two of my most trusted friends and advisers on the internet.
I briefly digress...
George Patton was well known to be an arrogant SOB. So too could this be said about me on occasion. Old George and I share several traits: One being that when we are right, we both know that we are right, another being that he and I have both stepped on toes, unintentionally, in the pursuit of defending what matters most, this nation that he loved and I love today. One other trait that we have in common is an impatience with those who unwilling or unable to confront the truth and engage the enemies of our nation. He slapped a private, and I have been scornful of those who abandon the real world and the danger we face and slip off into a fantasy world of their own making.
The simple fact is that even after all of these years I still think like a soldier and would not change that even if I could. On any field of battle, accurate information can save your life. Inaccurate info and idle speculation can quite literally get you killed. Panic and hysteria is a guarantee of the latter. This is why I asked you to read the above poem. Self control, self reliance, and thinking on your own is a hedge against failure.
One of my dear friends tells me in no uncertain terms that I am being impatient in some of what I write, and I can well justify my impatience by pointing out the dangers that lie before us and reminding her that we are running out of time.
I am not being arrogant in stating that I am one of the best informed people on the internet. That is a fact. I am retired and spend eight to ten hours a day on the web and I go not to hoax and sensationalist sites. The data that I accumulate is accurate and, as mentioned above, such info can in time of strife save your life. It pains me to see some of the pure rubbish that I see posted by many of our conservatives allies, as I know that person hasn't a clue, and is a likely candidate for the casualty list in the near future.
And yet my friend is quite correct. I am wrong in my approach and I know this to be the case. I shall explore that farther after discussing another friend's views.
My other friend, a long term reader, well versed in my predictions of America's future largely agrees with my perspective, and yet tells me that in spite of all of my dire predictions that I need to give people hope. Well, now ain't that a fine 'how do you do'? I write of a global conspiracy to destroy America, of a financial collapse, race riots and burning cities, a nuclear bomb going off in New York Harbor, Islamic terrorist cells unleashed across America with a single command, and a horde of millions of Latinos migrating north at our expense to take back 'their' nation, and my friend wants me to give people hope. Oh, the gods must be laughing! Hysterically!
And you know something? She is right!
The fault, dear Brutus, lies not in the stars but in ourselves.
And the fault is mine. I opened my last essay with the following thought:
'Liberals...Many debate with them, trying to awaken them to the reality and the dangers that lie before us. I never bother, feeling the effort to be a total waste of my time. I have long since written them off as casualties in a mindless world of their own making. Their ultimate fate is a matter of extreme indifference to me.'
That may sound quite ruthless but we are on the verge of a civil war that liberals have caused in their demands that granted the government ever more and more authority over us. In any war there are casualties. I simply hope that most of them are liberals. And that brings me to my character flaw. Years ago I drew the proverbial line in the sand. On one side were the conservatives(The good guys), on the other(Well you know).
I began writing in the effort to reach the good guys and embarked on the most frustrating uphill battle of my life. Liberals have no idea of what is transpiring, and so I have written them off as lost. My true problem is in dealing with the conservative element, as I still regard them to be the good guys, but most haven't the foggiest notion of what is truly taking place. Notice, if you will that I said 'most', for there are some out there who can truly grasp the big picture. This precious group has quite possibly suffered an injustice at my hands.
My impatience came into play watching the follies of the bulk of our conservatives. That impatience has perhaps done an injustice to the thinking conservative that I cherish. The hope that my friend calls for is quite illusive as I watch the conservatives that I care for running Willy-nilly in pursuit of the latest hoax or messiah, but that hope must be there, and it is I who must provide it.
There is only one way, and that is for me to narrow my focus to those who can truly grasp what I have to say. I can neither save nor address the whole conservative movement for most are running amok in a state of denial, confusion, and panic. They are well aware that something is dreadfully wrong in America but lack the focus to clearly define exactly what it is. Consequently they jump wildly from the one bit of sensationalism to the next, never pausing to be analytical. Most are beyond my reach and I must come to terms with that fact, whether I like it or not.
I shall continue in my efforts to expose and eviscerate the hoax creators and satirists. They seem to come in two varieties, self employed or extensions of the powers that be. Whether they are acting on their own in the mercenary pursuit of profits drawn from enticing the gullible to the advertising on their sites, or whether they are an extension of our corrupted leadership, their effect is the same. They are sowing discord and confusion among a frightened people. They have no honor and so are my enemy.
Thomas Edison is quoted as saying "Five percent of the people think, ten percent think they think, and the other eighty five percent would rather die than think." I have long subscribed to Edison's view and largely agree with his numbers, disappointing though they be. Disappointing or not those numbers will in part direct my future efforts.
Roughly half of our people identify themselves as conservatives, to one degree or another. Many of them a few years ago adopted the term 'sheeple' and applied it only to liberals, feeling themselves to be above those who think not; when in fact the word is far more inclusive than they would care to admit. The simple fact is that the human race has a herd instinct. They need and follow leaders, and in the absence of such leaders they are frightened, confused, and lost.
These conservative sheeple in their confusion encounter a wild headline on Facebook and without even reading the nonsense below, in their Eureka moment they repost that rubbish, further adding to the confusion of their fellow conservative sheeple. This tendency is what makes it so easy for the Elite to guide our people to their own ruin.
My error, as a writer, was to try to inform this large group of uninformed conservatives. I cannot because I firmly believe that most of them do not really want to know. Acknowledging my own error it is imperative that I redirect my efforts, and so will turn once again to Edison and the five percent who truly think. You know who you are. Were that not so you would not be reading my essays but indulging in fantasy with the others.
You are the skeptics, the ones who doubt or at least question every word from our leaders and the media. And, you are the ones who keep reading what I write, not necessarily agreeing totally with my views, but acknowledging that those views are well thought out and firmly based on factual evidence. You are the five percent that I must address in all of my future writings, for you are tomorrow's leaders even though many are not yet aware of their own potential.
Think back to tribal cultures of the past and their tribal elders sitting around the campfire. They were too old and weary to ride off to war and yet their experience, knowledge, and thoughts, were often what decided whether or not to go to war. They were the five percent who think, as much of the unthinking ninety five percent did not survive long enough to become the tribal elders.
Think forward to a future in a post-collapse America. You can readily view the irrational behavior of your fellow conservatives in a world where there is yet plenty to eat and drink and the blood letting has not yet begun. Project in your mind's eye the behavior of these same people when everything goes south and their whole world comes crashing down about them. They will be mighty in number but poor in unity. These are the people who called liberals sheeple and will be facing a major crisis as they will look desperately for their own shepherd in a world grown perilous.
That is where you will come in. Today, while other conservatives are in a total state of denial you are considering what lies ahead and mentally preparing for the hell on Earth that we shall face. Be not ashamed to admit your own fears, but never, ever show weakness or indecisiveness in front of those who look to you for answers. You must, and will, be strong for their sake. Of that I am certain.
The inevitable collapse has not yet occurred but without a doubt it will. That collapse has long been planned and the plan has been well executed, one stage at a time. The great depression was unable to break the American spirit but what is coming will make that depression look like a walk in the park.
There are many facets to the planned implosion of our society and we will be subjected to not one major problem but a whole series of major catastrophes. I believe it will go like this:
There will be one or more 911s occurring either simultaneously or back to back. At least one will be nuclear while others, brought across our southern border will include both chemical and biological attacks.
We are all aware of the multiple terrorist training sites across America and the waves of Islamic immigrants brought from the Middle East. Many have wondered why we have not already been attacked. The answer is that they are sleepers, awaiting further orders. Those orders will follow the next 911. I find it somewhat ironic that these sleepers are living the American dream while they await orders to destroy it.
Look across this nation. The infiltration is more than adequate and yet their numbers swell as the powers that be who are fomenting anarchy and chaos prefer the tactics of overkill to a mere certainty.
Nationwide our food processing plants are mostly staffed by Muslims, largely from Somalia. What happens to America when they receive the order to contaminate the ham and pork products? Look to our taxi fleets in all big cities, again largely staffed by Muslims, a group of people with a long love affair with car bombs.
A festering hatred of white people is being preached by the race baiters in our inner cities. Millions of Latinos trained to want communism by the Catholic churches of Latin America are also lining up for their slice of the pie. The list is endless and yet I need not go on. Most of my readers are well versed in the specific dangers we face and it has long been my goal to connect the dots to those specifics, linking them into one vast agenda directed against the American people. One agenda, leading to a world shaking crash.
Panic! Nationwide panic! Panic from sea to shining sea; and few will know where to turn, what to do or how to understand what has happened. Few will understand what has happened, but you will. You, the five percent who think, those who gather here at Fix Bayonets are the best hope for tomorrow.
To my dear friend who urges me to keep posting my dire warnings and at the same time calls on me to give hope to the masses, I have two thoughts: One being that I cannot reach the masses, but I can indeed reach those who think. You carry the ball. You reach the masses. And the second thought: Hope is not a strategy. Hope has never won a battle, and hoping in vain is a an act of denial. However hope is essential, for without it all is lost and I have never been fond of losing.
I feel comfortable placing my hope in you, and the day will come when the panicking masses will do the same. You have a great advantage that they lack. You think, you read, you do research on your own, and you have a general concept of what we one soon face. The knowledge that you are absorbing today will soon serve you well. Never abandon the pursuit of knowledge.
Now go back to the top of this essay and read once again Rudyard Kipling's 'IF'. Then prepare to live it.
Anarchy And Chaos Part One
Anarchy And Chaos Part Two
Anarchy And Chaos Part Three
Anarchy And Chaos Part Four
Anarchy And Chaos Part Five
Anarchy And Chaos Part Six
Anarchy And Chaos Part Seven
Anarchy And Chaos Part Eight