Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Musing On A Greek Morning.

'It's 4 in the morning , the end of December....'
That line from one of Leonard Cohen's songs is running through my head as I sit here at 5 in the morning, after being woken by a particulary persistent mosquito.

I searched my bedroom for it( the mosquito, not the song), but couldn't find it,and now am wide awake.

I had a disturbed night before that nasty little insect decided to make it even more disturbed, no doubt, after watching a video about two ex American Presidents.No , the mosquito didn't watch the video, or maybe she  did , I did. This is what happens to sentences when they are written at this hour.Maybe a coffee is needed.

Anyway the video was about one President who  faithfully carried out his orders that were given to him by the Rothschild club, and it was alleged that he had an earpiece stuck in his ear most of the time that gave him answers to any questions that he was asked. The presenter of this video claimed that this guy hadn't got a clue as to what was going on, but simply did and said anything he was told to do. Probably a lot like a lot of other Presidents and Prime Ministers worldwide, I thought, apart from the earpiece bit. Who knows though- maybe they all have earpieces.

Then the video  claimed that another ex President had been the biggest drug dealer that this planet has ever known, and this is how crack cocaine arrived on the streets

A few years ago I would have laughed at such stuff. I would have said ' Oh what tosh, another conspiracy nutter- as if a President would get involved in such low-life activity.'

Now I don't laugh. So many cupboard doors have been wrenched open and so many skeletons have fallen out.What is really alarming is that when someone comes out with something really gruesome ,like accusing a well known T.V presenter like Mr. Savile as having sex with children and possibly with dead bodies, everybody shouts the accuser down and accuses him or her of being sick in the head.

Then what happens 99 times out of a hundred ?  A few , or more often, many decades later it all turns out to be true, and not only true, but far, far worse than the original allegations.

Talking about Sir Jimmy, it has also emerged that he was a regular visitor to Buckingham Palace and got on very well with all the Royal family.Friends in high places indeed.Politicians too what with Maggie Thatcher inviting him for Christmas every year !

And then there's another   Prime Minister who it is alleged by some, had sex with hundreds of children  and, as he was a Satanist, sacrificed them to Satan !! Yes, some claim he was a mass murderer.



Such things are absurd aren't they ? These pillars of society wouldn't dream of indulging in such stuff as this.
Of course not. Only conspiracy nutters would come out with such outrageous lies, and only thickos would believe them

If only that were true; if only, if only, if only.

The frightening part is, the more you dig, the more dirt and filth you find.Then you look at history and ignoring the crap they teach you at school, discover that most so called heroes were complete nutters and mass murderers.

Look at the statues in major cities and if you check out what these people are meant to have done , you'll find in quite a few cases that they have one thing in common; blood on their hands and usually on a mass scale.

Then a thred begins to emerge. These people have an utter and complete lack of feelings of any kind for ordinary people.There is not a hint of compassion in their genes.They believe, quite simply, that they are superior.They can have and do whatever they  like.If they want to rape someone, they will. If they want to murder someone they will.If they want to make millions of people live in poverty,they will.
 Guilt is not a feeling they have ever experienced.

Sickos, anti- life psychopaths, dictators with fake smiles, actors who are put into positions of power to convince the sheep that the shepherd wants the best for them

The shepherd doesn't let on though,that the sheep are only there for one reason and the reason is that they are all going to be slaughtered by the shepherd and his friends,and then eaten.

What a sick, sick World, run by sick , sick lunatics who not only kill others species but kill our own kind as well.

Suddenly, one of my cats jumps onto my lap.She purrs so loudly, she sounds like an engine. Her beautiful deep blue eyes are piercing into my soul.I stroke her soft white fur. It's like she is trying to tell me something. Yes she is. Can I decipher it ?

Yes, I think I can .

Another cat cries outside my front door. I open it. It's still dark. I walk outside in my bare feet into the garden that is so peaceful and silent.The air has never smelt sweeter.

There is the first whisper of a new day.It's hiding in the sky and in the earth and the trees, but it will come, as surely as spring follows winter.

And the day will be wonderful , just and sane, after the long, dark ,disturbed night, full of fevered dreams.




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