THE POWER-JUNKIES & THEIR FIX : WAITING OUT A WESTERN KINDERGARTEN OF SCREAMS

The elites of the West are running around a kindergarten playground screaming in panic, wetting their designer underwear.

Why?

Unfortunately for these perennial bullies their domination of this theater of ambition is ending.

Panic has gripped their ranks and with that an uncontrollable fear has arrived replete with unbridled rage.

They are now making one last charge at the newcomers who have begun to undermine their activities.

There is no thought now in the mind of these western bullies of their previous self-justifying platitudes concerning “freedom”, “democracy” or “western liberal values”. Those cliches and self-serving motifs have been falling on largely deaf ears for at least a decade now.

Now the feral inner nature of each of them is revealing itself with hardly any attempt to coat their hatred and fear in any kind of logical context or framework of false justification. They may now and then still mouth these deceptions but their desperation at the imminent loss of status burns through their play-acting like never before.

It is of course a deeply unedifying spectacle to observe.

Two of their number, Biden and Blinken reach for the most banal and outrageously weaponized motifs in this increasingly desperate moment for them. They openly reveal their fear and hatred to all those looking on.

These two typify the response of all bullies losing their power to subjugate others, totally unable to act in better faith or to face a new reality honestly.

These kindergarten bullies can’t abide the thought of their power over others ending. They have ruled the roost here for what seems like forever. They have built complex myths, which they seem at times to believe implicitly, concerning why they and only they are the supreme power here.

All newcomers have been eyed with suspicion and treated to initial attacks, threats or bribes for all the years the bullies have been in command to show them who’s boss, who’s in command and who they should fear, ally themselves to, bow low to and slavishly obey.

The loss of their status, their benefits in terms of wealth and resources, the diminishing of their supreme influence and the imminent ending of their addictive power fix is slipping from their grasp and driving them berserk.

Any weapon ever devised by them to keep control is now being directed at those whose determination is not to be one of their gang and those who may be tempted to join them. The need to shore up their power at this moment of greatest threat to that power is everything to them and the overriding priority above all others. This is an existential crisis for those who have ruled for years and the gloves are well and truly off.

Now they attempt with one last collective assault to maintain their power and all that goes with it.

They recognize the attraction the weaker ones who they’ve been dominating for years toward the kinder mentality shown by the powerful newcomers.

Now more drastic methods than ever before are being deployed in their desperation.

Using violence and the threat of violence along with ever other punitive method is employed without recourse to anything even remotely resembling diplomacy.

In their utter desperation they now rant and rave about how terrible the newcomers are, about their nasty behavior and malign intentions in the hope they can dupe their captive audience one last time holding them still as slaves.

Projecting their own evils on others is a device that can only work on complete slaves who know no better. But the “slaves” are looking up from the verbal chains and threats that kept them blind. They are beginning to look at the reality before them and realize now, at long last they have other options.

The two newcomers stand almost motionless for inspection as this goes on, a smile playing on their lips. Then one hand is outstretched, then two.

The “slaves” look from the newcomers to their “captors” and back again, contemplating where their best interests now lie.

This while their captors use weasel words to try to convince them to stay as they are then pounding their chests and baring their teeth pretending continuing strength and the intent to protect them.

The more they rant, rave, project and bray their captors move inexorably move closer to the newcomers who have arrived on the scene... and the gifts requiring no payment, only friendship and cooperation, that they now hold out to them.

Look! See the three groups that now stand in the geopolitical kindergarten playground right now in this moment of frozen time:

Group 1. The designer-clad mob of snarling bullies, clearly ready to pounce on anyone seeking freedom from their dominance, they glare at all those assembled before them while threateningly punching the air.

Group 2. The everyday group of the doubtful and still enslaved who look this way and that, some now beginning to rise from a long slumber of a resignation to domination.

Group 3. The two newcomers, plus several others now supporting them, looking strong and fresh-faced, largely unfazed by the epithets thrown at them by those in Group 1.

Time is on the side of those in Group 3. And they know it. Their strength grows by the day along with their influence... a benign influence. And this benign influence, and ability to cooperate with and regenerate the strength of those in Group 2, is recognized more by the day.

It is a stand off that can’t last for long. As those in Group 3 grow stronger while those in Group 1 grow weaker. The ultimate winner is obvious, and it will not be the bullies of the West.

It is really only a matter of waiting out all their screams of largely impotent desperation. The panic-driven western wailing of power-junkies losing their fix.