From Iraq w/Love

This published in a national weekly last year, but it wants more exposure.

My husband, filled with Christian charity, sent me a photograph from Iraq that was supposed to make me feel good inside.  Since his long absence  making war on behalf of Israel, he has been piloting home-front relations via florists, war-fighting logo t-shirts and many "morale-boosting" photographs of the troops I am expected to support.

Among these photographs can be found one of him cleaning a pistol while couching in one of Saddam Hussein's bombed-out palaces.  The photo was made for me in keeping with the military's "ready to fight but mentally right" campaign.

They encourage a happy-go-lucky attitude in what they call "our troops" and foster the same in their wives via Stateside wife support groups.  Uncle Sam wants to make sure that our creek never runs too deep by having distractions, social activities and "little jobs" to keep us busy and content.

In this photo my husband sat amid the rubble of air-strikes in what used to be an opulent chair.  To me there was something dour about the photograph -- as disemboweling and grim as the ruins of Dresden and Hiroshima.

When he sent me a photo of his Christian Bible study group posing with their humanitarian mental hygiene, it did not elicit the hoped-for applause.  Instead I saw the photo as a taunting mockery against Israel's victims via unwitting military Christians.


These Christians in uniform did not seem to know that they have been pitted against Muslims on behalf of Israel.  Here was a fighting force in a country they had invaded on behalf of bullying Israel -- posing with improvised, low-budget wheelchairs they were encouraged to make for children who have been crippled by war.
The wheelchair makers were told that their legless recipients are victims of improvised explosive devices that are the mainstay of local warring Muslim factions.  Do they expect us to believe that?  Who would shoot himself in the foot by expending resources and energy fighting his own countrymen while being invaded by a hostile, foreign army on behalf of Islam's greatest enemy?  It's  like Baitullah Mehsud's death.  I will have to put my finger in his wounds to believe it.  Show me the DNA, Mr. Forensics.

The last thing we need is more of the Wizard's propaganda.  The words used by President Obama shed light on an insidious undercurrent at work in the Middle East, "...disrupt and dismantle."  Before one conquers, one seeks to divide.

In the Punjab and Pakistan, for example, power outages are presently being used to torture and harass civilians.  This creates internal strife and detracts from a country's unity -- much like the drone strikes that pretended to go after Baitullah Mehsud for so long, while killing and maiming non-combatant civilians.

These insulting wheelchairs seem to be fostered by the same regime who writes anti-Muslim propaganda on the Wizard's Wikipedia. Of the strategically-fortuitous power outages in Pakistan, the Wikipedia writes " Pakistani politicians are known to be congenital liars," and how no relief is in sight for Pakistanis due to the "hopelessness and incapability of successive administrations in Pakistan."  It is obvious who is writing for the Wikipedia -- pots calling the kettle black who are worried about Pakistani nukes.  The same bunch who seeks to ban guns in America for the same reason.

So when I saw these cheaply-made wheelchairs with hard plastic seats, it broke my heart that a regime who spends billions on making war for Israel can do no better than this for Islam's little victims.  Shame on the war department for how they spend our money.

Gargoyles Unite

Shortly after publishing my exposé on MicroSoft's Cyber Police State, all manner of harpies swooped down on my computer.  They diseased  software with new venom.  Everything on my computer was attacked.  It was a tidal wave of remote control, forced programs and override.

One day a "public folder" appeared at the bottom of my computer screen.  It could not be deleted.  I was uncertain of it's function but deduced that it may have been a remote access portal to my c: drive.

While this was happening I thought about how many cars and aircraft have computers in them now.  Aircraft can be flown by computers and GPS navigation systems.  If they can do what they did to my computer via remote control, then they can hi-jack a plane at 33,000 feet and do whatever they want with it.

They shoot missiles into the houses of sleeping people in Pakistan from remote control drones.  It is plausible to think, thereby, that this is how 9/11 happened.  They could have done it via remote control override.

OnStar and BMW Assist, for example, can take remote control of a stolen car.  They can decelerate and stop the engine with software that overrides the driver's manual controls.  Since aircraft can be flown by computers, how much of a stretch is it to commandeer a jet via computer interface?  Casts 9/11 in a new light, doesn't it?

Back to the harpies.  It was like they convened a think-tank of  psychiatrists, optometrists and software engineers to come up with the most damage.  How can they peck thee?  Let me count the ways.

Google, Firefox and AOL got microscopic fonts all of a sudden.  MicroSoft’s mouse began clicking places on its own.  The cursor jumped all over the page to random places. 

America Online and other browsers sent (apparently) tailor-made messages designed to insult, taunt and harass.  Google ads was in on the fun.  Ad hominem that is.  There were tailor made ads galore.  The venom had a signature stench. 

Sprint cell phone company was in on the act.  Their network was making calls in my name to people I never called.  These people would call my cell phone and ask why I was calling them.  

My Sprint cell phone out-going log was having phone numbers deleted from the list.  There is reason to believe that this was happening to incoming calls also.

Sprint cell phone company had designed software that sent me bogus messages on my cell phone.  One message said that my battery was low after a few minutes of cell phone usage.  I would get annoying beeps and bogus messages.  But what Sprint Network could not have known is that a friend from Sprint had recently given me a new cell phone battery.

AOL had designed a new colour palette expressly for me.  It looked like they were advised by their optometrist.  All the colours were pastels -- worthless for highlighting text.  Shades of castrated warm and cool.  Nothing hot and cold.  Like a tiger whose teeth and claws had been removed.

AOL,  AT&T, Firefox and Explorer were rife with bogus warning caveats, pop-ups and “helpful” reminders.  They inundated me with annoying, crowding, animated, distracting, and insulting advertisements.    

A web site that I used for relaxation had all my favourite video clips removed.

My Sprint cell phone contained threatening prank voice mail messages along with insulting, harassment-style text messages.  

The cyber-harpies are not that far removed from the aviation ones I suppose.  I have already listed some of the buzz-jobs I’ve been getting around here.  C-130’s and P3 Orions for starters.  Unmanned aerial vehicles, hang gliders, Cessna’s, choppers and prop-jobs ad nauseam.  Harpies unite.  

Japan's Nikon Corporation sent me a 60-day free trial of their latest photo editing software.  Apparently MicroSoft overshadowed this with a tailor-made mockery of their own.   They snuck it onto my computer via their “free automatic downloads" port.  When I tried to access the Nikon software on my computer, I would get detoured to MicroSoft's “mockery” version.  It was of course worthless and ridiculous.  But they only had a few days to laugh about it.

I noticed other web sites with similar re-routes and detours.  My brother’s USMC web site, for example, 1stmarines.org, is such a one.  While using MicroSoft computers I would get re-directed to a fabricated decoy site that I felt was not authentic.  It had lots of links to “donation collection” sites that I feel are tied to Israeli interests.

My experience with MicroSoft products and computers has prompted a veer into a new direction:  Macintosh.  With Steve Jobs’ Network, you no longer have a need for Norton’s Rottweiler to protect you from “Burn this virus like hell” -- from Amsterdam with love.  Norton stopped ‘um cold.  What protects your attackers also protects you.  Dam that Norton.  Gotta love the Hague.  But now I love my Macintosh.  Get some.

My recent attacks from these bridge trolls means that I must be doing something right.  Long live Nikon!  They make great cameras and fearsome lenses.  Sixty-day free trial of their latest photo editor is available on capturenx.com.  Get some!  Don’t swallow that dumbed-down version from Bill Gates.  It only lets you see pictures at 33% resolution.  It’s part of the MicroSoft photography-killer campaign.  Freelance photo-journalists are freaking out the American Cheka. 

In conclusion, here is a list of the companies that locked arms with MicroSoft in a concerted siege against my computer, photography and cell phone:

Sprint

AT&T

AOL

MicroSoft

Google

Firefox

Wordpress editing software corrupted 

Blogspot editing software corrupted

Lost Boys

The psychology of Apollyon only works on the ego-centric.  His shadow-play rattles a man whose self-worth is tied to the size of his boat.  The rank on his coat.  A car.  A bridge too far. 

The ego-centric can be controlled by their worldly desires and self-worship.  They are ruled by others of their kind who have more money.  Such men can purchase the smiles of mercenary women.  And buy the business-end of mercenary armies.   

The ego has been demonized in the Third World East for centuries, yet is exploited in the West where man is led by the nose with it.  I am learning today's application of this concept.  Some of the herd you want to be ego'less.  And some of them you want to steer by their egos.  Depends on what kind of herd you're talking about and what kind of use you have for them.

The new god is called Existence, Universe, Cosmos, Logos.  Seekers are told that ego is spiritually-crippling.  That it will thwart their path to enlightenment.  Their leaders, lecturers, masters and teachers tell them that they are part of a cosmic ocean.  A drop that will return to the main.  Part of a larger whole.  They are all a piece of the pie in the sky.  Where nobody makes the rules.  Because there aren't any.  There is no right or wrong.  No honour or dishonour.  Life is purposeless.

How convenient.  A useful schpeal for dismantling morality-based societies.  Just tell them that they are God and anything goes.  There will be no hell to pay for anything they do because sin does not exist and life has no purpose anyway.  But don't forget to tell them that death has "the sting of a thousand scorpions."  How else have them dread and fear it?  How else manipulate the masses during this purposeless life of theirs?  "O' death where is thy sting?" 

According to the Lost Boys, it's right here.  Notice that Messrs. Rockefeller and Rothschild appear to be concerned about "I, me and mine."  What dwindling pristine rill do they not covet?  Could they be the ones bank-rolling today's blanket spirituality?  Would it behoove them in managing their enslaved multitudes?  Should their maxim be, "Do as I say, not as I do?" 

Should one practice what one preaches?  I have read that a leader is respected most who leads from the front and by example.  One who shouts from the saddle and the diaphragm, "Follow me!"  Is beloved of his men like one who casts broad his seed in a whisper, "Do as I do."

Today on every campus, in every city, at every turn there pervades a common mantra.  It adheres so rigidly to the same stripe that it could be a company logo.  Every counselor uses the same lecture and gives the same advice.  Every organisation, institution, foundation, bureaucracy and corporation adheres to it.  The buzz-word is compliance.

Case-in-point:  British Petroleum.

The Wizard's Big Nebula is as substantial as his Big Bang.  A story you tell "the people" to lead them to the cliff's edge.  Like the concept put forth in M. C. Piper's book, The Judas Goats.  Somebody you trust promises you the moon -- so you follow him.

Enlightenment these days is a popular word used by corporate lecturers.  They never put too fine a point on it.  Who tells you what it is or what it means?  The Wizard rather dangles it before his hopeful wagon-horse.

The Wizard-funded, Wizard-supported one world spirituality:  the black void of Abaddon, gaping maw, broad path, sucking black hole, the ruse colossal, the righteous road -- to nowhere.

The New Slavery

Driving into the country I passed a church that sums up today's loose, tepid grip. On their announcement board were the words, "With open minds and open hearts." As if announcing their fealty to Abaddon's New Church Order. Open to anything. Anchored in nothing.

I wonder if Abaddon's (Revelation 9:11) gullible void knows who is picking their beans?

Passing centrist central, I drove by what looked like slaves working in the fields. Two school buses were parked amid a sea of beans. They had been bused out there like so much human cargo to labour in the fields. I asked the nearest girl in Spanish how much they paid her an hour to do this work. She answered, "No se," meaning that she did not know.

The workers were all of a similar stature, skin tone and purity of breed. They looked like they came from an equatorial place or rainforest. The girl I spoke with seemed fearful of me. She bore the expression of culture shock given to new arrivals.

A local woman told me how she thought it was cruel how they treated these people. She said they were constantly threatened with deportation. So one is compelled to ask, how much are they paying these people an hour?

Not long ago I found a flyer wedged in my door. It offered trash can cleaning services. Never heard of those before. Have you? Since when has this kind of thing been offered -- and for dirt cheap? Since when did we last see slave labour in this country? I drove to this advertisement's business office.  It was not easy to find. The man there nearly came out of his skin when I asked for a job application. He either could not or would not produce one. He was visibly disturbed, rose from his desk and told me to leave his office.

Perhaps his cheap labour force comes from the same "horn of plenty" as those I saw slaving in the fields,
http://www.trashcancleanersusa.com/

Making Sport of Mother's Tears

How dare they mock our bereft solemnity?  How dare they make sport of mother's tears?  How dare they cheapen our bereavement?  How dare they sprinkle salt into the wounds they have inflicted and laugh about it in print?  How dare they make light of our young widows on Memorial Day?  These sardonic vultures who call themselves journalists:  http://www.politicsdaily.com/2010/05/29/on-memorial-day-remember-the-mothers-children-wives-and-lover/?icid=mainhtmlws-main-ndl1link3http%3A%2F%Fwww.politicsdaily.com%2F2010%2F05%2F29%2Fon-memorial-day-remember-the-mothers-children-wives-and-lover%2F

Nuke Labs and Other Diseases

Ah yes the nuke lab. A doughnut under ground where stilted geeks stand around, pontificating about the origins of the universe. The "big bang" they call it. For sure. The only big bang I envision is the one they are working on by perverting God's design -- one so far beyond their ken, they haven't scratched the surface.

They tease apart the atom, flirting with disaster. Three Mile Island, Chernobyl, Nagasaki, truckin' around nuclear waste at three in the morning, Gulf War Syndrome, birth dee-fects, galloping breast cancer... Radiation has everything to do with it, you hubris-infested bozo's.

If "nuclear" wasn't a dirty word, then why do they call it "particle physics?" Particle is a scientific buzz-word to deflect "non-technical" curiosity. Just like those caveats and disclaimers atop "scientific and technical" Wikipedia articles, like "This article does not cite any references or sources. Please help improve this article by adding citations to reliable sources. Unsourced material may be challenged and removed. (November 2008)" ---- Who is expected to believe that? If you see that line of baloney, you found yourself a good article. Read it.

Particles are the dissected parts of an atom. Pure and simple. I don't care how many new words they throw into the mix to confuse people. What God designed is in stone. Man can re-label and pervert it for a time, but only for a time. For proof all I need to do is look at the nuclear engineer who wrote this text book. His photo is on the back. It looks like his time's about up. I wonder how much scientific thought he has devoted to what happens next.

And how the human animal really works. According to this anatomy text, they haven't scratched the surface of that either. They have made viciously-guarded observations of diseases and their symptoms. Why so secretive, Mr. White Coat? Shouldn't you share what you know when everybody has to walk around in the same organism? Why not write and speak the language of a people so they can understand you? Instead of some coded-lengo-jargon esoterica? Are you out to help somebody? Do you giva dam? Do you fear your trillionaire overlords and their power to smear your reputation? Do you secretly admire the guts of Andrew Wakefield?

The human body has a built-in wisdom to repair itself that dazzles Mr. White Coat. There is marvelous intelligence in the body. It responds in leaps and bounds to a little kindness. Clean air. Wholesome fare. Vigorous exercise. How much of that do they push at the doctor's office along with their synthetic hormones, sleeping pills, anti-depressants, blood-pressure and cholesterol drugs? Why so many pills, Doc? How many of those do you take? How many do you push on your wife and daughter to alter their hormones?

Did you ever follow-up on why that cruise ship passenger suddenly came down with flesh-eating bacteria in February 2009? Raymond Evans, 58, tripped and hurt his knee while walking around the ship. So he goes to the ship's doctor and gets an injection. His body suddenly turns a bunch of storm-cloud colours and he's dead in a week of septic shock? What misery. Who had the watch that day? Can I get an interview?

It makes you wonder what kind of Trojan Horse they can slip into your drains. What is in a pill? http://www.snopes.com/horrors/poison/tylenol.asp , http://pubs.acs.org/doi/abs/10.1021/ac00267a003
What's in the injection? Can you tell by looking? Who's name is on the drug company's label? What do you know about him? Why don't you make it your business to find out before bearing your throat to his wares.

Now everything comes with a so-called safety seal. However, any citrus fruit or melon lends itself to a covert injection in grocery stores. What happened in Chicago I think was just another of the Wizard's ploys to turn the herd. Keep them fearful and wide open to "his protection." Because who would think that the engine in charge of keeping the order, keeping the peace and protecting the public could also be the one who slips poison into Tylenol bottles?

Anything that was invented accidentally like X-radiation and NutraSweet should be regarded suspiciously. But instead they were both marketed from the get-go. X-Rays were frying people right and left before they realised what ionizing radiation could do. How stupid is that? They were getting cancer from it (and still do). They don't tell you that at the doctor's office though. There is too much money to be made. They don't let you see your medical record either. Ask them, "why is that?"

The medical mafia pushes mammograms like crazy. Do you think it's because they are concerned about how long your menopausal Aunt will live in an over-populated world? Mammograms are just cancer-cultivating x-rays of painfully-flattened breasts. There are too many milk-ducts anyway to see pea-sized tumours. Much of medical practice is fear-mongering and fishing for disease. If you can't find any, you can always make some with enough radiation.

X-rays are a medical paradox. They cause cell damage and cell mutation. Such radiation is accumulative. When the mutated cells start making copies of themselves you have cancer. If it happens in a vital organ, you have six (or so) months.

Which brings me back to the woe department. X-radiation is invisible and painless. Think of the possibilities from a low-orbit platform. Nukes -- they aren't just for bombs anymore. So many weapons. So little time.

Like the WWI-schemer who jumped up from the dinner party and exclaimed, "Gentlemen! We have war!" The cancer doctors are all about cancer. Disease is their business. And business is good. Long live the mammogram. Because it sure helps kill-off women who are no longer nubile. And who wants those around? Take an anonymous poll and find out. A woman is a commodity from age 13 - 35 (give or take). Unmolested by radiation and poison, she could live to be 95.

Why do you think they are mega-dosing travelers with x-radiation at all the airports now? They even have x-ray booths. It has nothing to do with terrorism or pistol-packin' mommas. That's just a pretext for dosing people with radiation. But why?

Radiation sometimes causes cancer. Why do you think the x-ray technicians stand behind protective walls? Because x-radiation is harmless?

Based on my studies, I feel that anybody who gets a mammogram is falling for a racket that lines the pockets of Porsche drivers. Live till you die. And live abundantly like Jesus said we should do (John 10:10). But don't let the medical industry disease you with radiation. Ask a cancer doctor why they only recommend mammograms for women who are over 40.

Don't support the nuclear industry. They are meddling with God's creation. Think of them as a little boy who is poking around in the light socket -- with a bobby pin.

Don't get mammograms or worry about your mammary glands. If you want to worry about something, worry about your eternal Soul. And about breaking the Law of the Master Engineer who designed it.

The Cook

Remember the heinous carrot-top who worked in the widower's kitchen? She had the job of cooking for a herd of kids left by her employer's fecund wife. This movie, Nanny McPhee, was a fairy tale with a few barbs.

It lampooned certain personality types and walks of life. Perhaps it is the Wizard's penchant for poking fun at his servants, victims, patsies, dupes, stooges and sycophants. In this movie, he couldn't resist a few jeers. But count on him to glorify witchcraft across the board.

Amid the charming bits, were leaks from the Wizard's mind. His screen writers are plugged into him. They bring his sentiments to art. Their movies expose the workings of their father's mind.

Let me explain. The Cook in Nanny McPhee is a blanket caricature of the enlisted military mind. Her creek doesn't run too deep and she is marinated in membership pride. So much so, it is mentally-crippling. Dam-near blinding. One can lead such people easily by the nose.

The Cook's one claim to fame is her stint in the ranks. Boot-camp brainwashing did a great job on her. She is exactly what they are aiming for. The express horse for the Wizard's harness. Someone who will focus on their job without asking too many questions or trying to analyse things. A trusting soul who does not project into the future (Eckhart Tolle: The Power of Now). A follower who fears authority and does exactly what he's told. Someone who can be molded into the system easily. A loyal servant who takes orders and toes the line. A person who will "soldier on" in the harshest of environments, ready to die for his imperium. Easily contented, duped and led. Long-suffering, gullible, wide-eyed. A perfect beast of burden.

The Cook snaps to attention upon being reminded of her past military service. Her character then gives us a stark vista into the mind of her designer. He presents this caricature to flaunt what he thinks about the expendable "troops" under his control. How they are simple brutes, easily manipulated -- buffoons in uniform who march to his drum beat. He instills them with a sense of pride designed by his sociologists.

It's a kind of "school tie," if you will. Like those rings I saw at the base exchange after boot camp. They were made by the same company who makes class rings for high school and college students. The ring looked in all ways like a class ring, save it had the branch of service written on the top and sides. Designed to give one a sense of belonging and cast in affordable metal.

So the Cook gets misty-eyed remembering her military service. Suddenly she puffs with pride like a first-time hen parading her chicks in the barn yard. "Look at me! I used to be in the Army." Well whattaya know...

What came as an insult to me, when the Cook snapped to attention, was the blatant mockery that this screen writer made of my military service. How crisp, ironed shirts and straight gig-lines were, in one fell swoop, relegated to the rubbish heap. That this is what the Nasty Nexus "really thought of us." A herd of expendable, simple-minded brutes. Give them a few shiny buckles, stripes and badges -- and they'll march off any cliff you point to. Boot camp is hypnosis.

Which brings me back to Jeremy Boorda. Didn't he also start out in "This Man's Navy" as an E-1? I do believe so. He enlisted right out of high school like many of us. Got the full-on mind control in boot camp. Got yelled at. Humiliated. Intimidated. Injected with military bearing juice like the rest of us. And ends up as the Chief of Naval Operations right in time for Bosnia. If I had to speak for my Navy I'd say we loved him. He was well-regarded. Then suddenly discarded.

Anybody wanna tackle that one? Anyone? Well, here's what I think. If you buck the system it can cost you. Boorda was top Navy dog during a dicey time in our military history. I'm gonna let it go at that -- for now.

And sum this up with the military mind of Josh Stieber. In Iraq he was ordered to spray bullets in the direction of non-combatant children. He refused and got re-assigned to a non-combatant position.

Stieber puts an end to the Nanny McPhee caricature. Here is a man who clearly did his own thinking. He drew the line. And refused an order based on his moral compass. This elevates him to a rank that outshines today's Brass.

The Pentagon Brass march to the war-drums of the Wizard. Yet they hoodwink young men like Josh Stieber into killing and dying for them. They get their troops to march through mine-fields of "improvised explosive devices" attributed to al-Easter Bunny-the-terrorist whom we have yet to meet.

In the mean time the Brass gives orders for our guys to spray bullets at non-combatants and, according to Stieber, marches them around boot camp singing cadence about killing women and children.

Time for new Brass. I'm sure Jeremy Boorda would agree.