WHAT IF WE LIVED A MODERN DAY VERSION OF '1984' & YOU WERE WINSTON SMITH?

If you were Winston Smith, the character in George Orwell’s novel ‘1984‘ and considering what you know of their deceptions, would you believe what you were told by the elites of Oceania?

In case you have not read ‘1984‘ yet (and I recommend you do as soon as possible) here is a short overview from Wikipedia:

‘The story takes place in an imagined future, the year 1984, when much of the world has fallen victim to perpetual war, omnipresent government surveillance and propaganda. Great Britain, known as Airstrip One, has become a province of a totalitarian superstate named Oceania that is ruled by the Party who employ the Thought Police to persecute individuality and independent thinking.’ (Wikipedia)

In ‘1984‘ the enemy of Oceania is at first Eurasia but later switches to Eastasia.

‘...the general hatred of Eurasia had boiled up into such delirium that if the crowd could have got their hands on the two thousand Eurasian war criminals who were to be publicly hanged on the last day of the proceedings, they would unquestionably have torn them to pieces—at just this moment it had been announced that Oceania was not after all at war with Eurasia. Oceania was at war with Eastasia. Eurasia was an ally.’

I wonder if any of this makes you think of the present geopolitical situation and the situation those who wish to think independently find themselves in?

We are told that Russia is the great enemy of the USA and UK. A version of the thought police described in ‘1984‘ castigate anyone who thinks differently as a ‘useful idiot’, and even worse, voices their thoughts in contradiction, in which case they are described as an ‘enemy agent’.

Even the switching of enemies has some resonance currently as Russia appears to be diminishing as the primary enemy as China rises.

But we arguably have even more concrete reasons to distrust the assertions of the USA and UK (generally lumped together with Europe as the West) than Winston Smith. In ‘1984‘ he sees daily how facts are distorted in 'The Ministry of Truth’. History is rewritten to conform to the required narrative. People are erased from photographs, texts are edited to take out inconvenient facts, a whole army of people are involved in making sure the population of Oceania constantly only hears and reads one version of reality.

I am sure this too will resonate with you regarding the way western mainstream news media deal with stories regarding geopolitical issues, particularly in relation to Russia and China.

What are those concrete reasons to mistrust the assertions of western leaders I mention in the last paragraph, those reasons that mirror those of Oceania in the novel?

There have been so many lies told by the leaders of the West it is difficult to know where to start.

The biggest lie of recent times was that concerning Iraq’s non-existent weapons of mass destruction. There was an entire nest of lies within the campaign to attack and invade Iraq. The lies about the seeking of yellowcake uranium from Africa, the lies about mobile chemical weapon labs, the lies about Iraqi soldiers taking babies out of incubators and dashing their heads on the floor, the lies about a non-existent heroic operation involving Jessica Lynch.

Each war the USA wishes to instigate, expand or prolong has its lies.

The Tonking Incident where a non-existent attack by North Vietnam was used to justify a massive expansion and escalation of the U.S. war against that country.

The lies about an imminent massacre by the Libyan army against rebels retreating to Benghazi.

The lies about the coup which took place instigated by the CIA in Iran in 1954.

Involving Latin America there is a veritable litany of lies across decade after decade as the training, financing and arming of terrorists, death squads and guerilla groups, various coups and assassinations shows when compared to the official statements made.

In Syria too the lies have been legion. The entire war has seen the USA, UK and their allies in Europe and the Middle East telling nothing but lies. They again trained, financed and armed anti-government insurgents then slapped a ‘moderate rebel’ tag on them. No matter how slick the propaganda is or how many useful idiots of the USA, UK or others repeat them, they are still lies.

Ultimately what are we looking at here?

What are you when you believe liars?

You are at least gullible, most likely a fool and quite possibly very near brain dead.

Or you are a mindless loyalist to the cause, a knowing conspirator intent on deceiving your fellow citizens into forwarding war, death and destruction for the sake of western national interests.

It’s a stark choice. But I know who I would rather be.

Winston Smith over some government dupe or member of the thought police, any day.

 

FOOTSTEPS ACROSS THE STARS

Part of our world was caving in.

It had been noticed some years before when it first began, but had been regarded as a minor glitch... now however, things were becoming serious.

Tremors were occurring. Solid earth was starting to crumble and a large hole had formed.

And down through that hole a great darkness could be perceived... and within that great darkness, stars.

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The formation of ‘Elite Group’ led to major discoveries. These were mainly brought about by the creation of the ‘KMM’ allowing experiments into the building blocks of our universe. It was in this way that we discovered just how many levels to existence there were. Our planet had become a gateway, and the ‘Star Well’, as it was known, was also our means of escape to the ‘Otherworlds’.

The first ‘Otherworld’ we found was the primary initiating force resulting in our widening ‘Star Well’. The lifeforms upon it had developed the means to travel across their galaxy and even reach out to others within their local group. It was our misfortune that they took nuclear fission and fusion with them as an integral necessity for their mode of transportation. Through wormholes they traveled which provided instant travel from location to location but they required nuclear capacity to take them from one to another.

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The empire had grown overlarge and had become ungovernable.

The rise of tyrants had been inevitable from the start perhaps, though those who ruled from home had thought all could be contained. The leaping from one wormhole to another had continued like a contagion, at first it had been the desire for adventure and ever new horizons, strange worlds and beings but soon enough it became a contagion of settlers seeking unlimited power.

And every outpost used the nuclear power they brought with them.

Populations rose by active encouragement and by the cloning of millions to serve the elites who had grasped power, retained it from the outset or grew it on other worlds waiting for a chance to expand their empire.

A thousand years passed and saw the lighting up of a million planets across a handful of galaxies within the local group, one of which held ‘Home’ where the migration had originated. On that planet the lifeforms had become insular, having given up the hopeless task of governing the ungovernable. Populations were held down to a level where what was left of their natural environment could be retained. All that could be automated had been. Life was structured in stasis, a solid state of dependability. Those who ran the world were content. Whatever was going on further afield they felt was no longer of any concern to them.

However, they were wrong.
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Inevitably it had started through ambition, through the desire for more. More wealth, more territory, more power. Such ambitions have no finite end. And so it was that with the years those who had power succumbed to the desire for more than their own planet could bear. Across one galaxy and then another the fire began. A nuclear fire of warring worlds. A fire that would ultimately be seen on ‘Home’.

Once it began it grew like a chain reaction. Preemptive acts to ensure continuity of one planet spread a frisson of unstoppable fear across all others... until ultimately all were at war.

It took some thousand years more for the fire to reach ‘Home’.

And then ‘Home’ too was consumed.

The fire was unstoppable. There was no mechanism to hinder it.

Ever more powerful weapons were created and used, always using the nuclear twin powers of fission and fusion.

It was this that was to lead to the final fire and to our gateway, the ‘Star Well’.

The final eruption was caused when the fire reached a single black hole at the center of the largest galaxy within the local group. The nuclear fusion device expelled from an exploding planet destroyed by a rival power made its way into the heart of that darkness. The eruption then caused blew away all galaxies within the local group... and over time had now created our gateway with which we could see the devastation caused.

Though we exist in another universe to the souls that perished we can feel some sympathy toward them. Though microscopic in size compared to us we can understand their mentality, one that is foreign to us but known in exceptionally rare cases.

Their universe still provides the foundation, the very bone structure of our own. However, their activities in a minuscule sector of that universe took place in proximity to that section of our own home planet where the well took form.

We must now leave. The hole will grow ever wider... though with it will grow our path of escape. Ultimately our world will be consumed.

The seed ships are being prepared.  

We must travel down to the Otherworlds to find new existences across the alien stars we see growing in ever greater abundance below us.

It is time for our first steps from home.

 

WISHING YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM HYPERSPACE!

It was up to us to choose individually whether we wanted to be woken for Christmas or not.

Naturally it would take some days from our lives and there had to be at least twelve of us agreeing to it before it could be arranged. Happily fifteen of us chose the option. To spend each successive Christmas in hyperspace.

We would have three days to celebrate each year for the next 166 years on our half light speed journey to Mizar 5 and its Earth-like planet Vashistha I. Approximately one and a third years less life for those of us sentimental souls who had taken the option. But it seemed worth it to us, very worth it... we were determined to keep our link to the old world and have a whale of a time while we did it!

Of course it added serious burdens to the back office people with all the software amendments and other procedures that were add-ons to cater to our determined wish. But they understood why. Many of them were sentimental fools also.

The Seed Ship was the pinnacle of all the combined efforts of every space-going nation and many others besides. She was the ultimate voyager, a true Starship, the type told of in many a tale from the Forties and Fifties on up within the sci-fi genre.

We were not boldly going however. There were many tears along the way. We knew exactly what we were leaving and what we would never return to. No amount of holoscreen real-TV images could ever replicate them, not even with full sensory inputs beamed in. There was only so much illusion you could take and nothing could stop your mind from repeating that it was all fake.

We could all have refused the trip of course. Mankind had a good two or even possibly three generations of life still viable on the good Earth. It was clear though that these lives to come would have an increasingly hard time of it. The pandemics had reduced our collective spirit of optimism to almost zero. Everyone suffered from background anxiety now. The first in 2020 had set much of that anxiety in place. The second in 2025 made it ever-present and the third in 2031 had set the seal on the remaining population’s gloom.

In many ways we would be glad to be out of it, free of that black cloud that now hung over everyone and penetrated even the widest smile sooner or later. Oh, we had some of the same joys every now and then, don’t get me wrong. But those of us of a certain age saw how just how much reduced in spirit, especially regarding hopes, dreams and optimism humanity now was. It pained the heart. Leaving it all behind was now an option that called us with its one main element that each of felt a great need for again... hope.

So it was that on the 3rd of January 2040 we finally lifted off from John F. Kennedy, after our very last and very tearful Christmas and New Years celebration on Planet Earth.

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She was very gentle. Her programming had been honed to perfection. As I blinked my way to full consciousness her voice was a soothing burr of encouragement. Behind that voice giving me reassurance that all was well I heard an incongruous sound. It was very faint and my waking mind struggled at first to make it out. Then it came to me. It was that heart-stopping sound that every child loved to hear that heralded that very special time of year... it was the sound of ‘Jingle Bells’.

I felt the massaging of my limbs and lower back working on me. Then softly my shoulders and neck. It generated a very pleasant tingling sensation throughout my body. The soft voice resumed after a few minutes passed. “When you are ready captain, your ship awaits you.”

Seed Ship ‘Starlight’ was equipped with every facility, albeit in as micro a form as the combined technical expertise of NASA-ROSCOSMOS-CNSA (NRC). She was sleek, silver and every time I looked at the holos of her I felt immensely proud. After the end of the bad years she could arguably be called the greatest achievement of the united world which had been born out of all that useless strife.

On the brink of catastrophe and in the face of imminent disaster as personified by the three plagues that had hit mankind we had finally come together in unity, forced finally to recognize that we were truly brothers and sisters under the skin despite all that separated us and that had kept us warring with each other for so long.

The poignancy of the realization of how late we had left this newfound unity, of all the lost and wasted years of division, misunderstanding, aggression and even at times, hatred, was not lost on us. Our tears were not only of joy therefore.

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The first thing I did on rising was to move as quickly as my muscle-weary legs would carry me to the aft screen. When I reached that curved wall to curved wall panorama I could not help myself. The tears came in a flood. There she was, still visible, a gleaming blue,white, brown ball. The place of our birth, repository of all our memories, where loved ones gazed toward us, Earth. Home.

I made no attempt to halt the tears streaming down my face. Others joined me and neither did they. We knew this was a very necessary catharsis, the letting out of all the bitter and sweet emotions, many of them nameless but nonetheless powerful, others well known concerning all we had loved down there. It all poured out and we let it, understanding in this moment there were no captains, no officers, no crew, no future seedcorn volunteers or recruits... simply humans grieving the loss of their home.

We had by ones and twos then turned reluctantly to find our quarters or attend to initial duties.

But we would return several times over the next few days and in the years to come as long as there was even a small silver speck of home to be seen, and then of course to the aft ‘scope again and again as she slowly disappeared from human sight.

For now, it was time to readjust to wakefulness, to take it slow, bring ourselves into greater mental control, anesthetize some of those emotions newly awakened and most importantly, organize this, our first of 166 Christmases in hyperspace.

 

THE BLACK HEART OF THE MURDEROUS WESTERN EMPIRE

Like all dictatorships at their most evil, the empire of blind hatred and murderous aggression that personifies the current western empire never doubts itself for a moment.

Each atrocity, every war crime, every mass slaughter that reveals just how evil it is at its heart is whitewashed clean with no international organization willing to say otherwise.

Hundreds of thousands may die with hardly a comment. The grip on the entire media superstructure of western elites is so all-pervasive through a self-censoring unity felt by all involved that it hardly seems real. And even if the reality is all too obvious, somehow the horror of it fails to truly register, the veil of western sanctity falls over it and the so-called international community and all the sheep within its orbit... move on.

It’s almost as if a type of anesthesia is applied, a spell of self-doubt arrives with a shoulder-shrugging inability to confront any atrocity or act in any way against it recurring. A general numbing to the point of an almost totally unfeeling, hypnotic miasma enters the brain and encourages all to move on, nothing to see here.

This is bad enough at the individual level however, this pervades all levels across the wide spectrum of elite entities that compose the ‘international community’. (As a side note, this term only demotes those who tend slavishly to follow the USA and UK in whatever narratives they may wish them to adhere to. It doesn’t even cover one half of the power-brokers across this planet yet is invoke as if it covers them all.)

The miasma of slavish adherence to the plots devised by the USA and UK to maintain their global dominance is arguably the most heinous crime against humanity imaginable. Mass murder can be perpetrated, torture can be inflicted, vast destruction can be effected... and those who apparently adhere to ‘western liberal values’ can act as if they saw nothing, heard nothing and anyway even if something did happen it didn’t really. There is always a form of words that will excuse whichever of the two ‘emperors’ have slaughtered people this time. The news will be delivered in quiet tones that signify nothing very special has happened, that some kind of mistake must have been made and that perhaps the full truth will come out later... which it never, ever does. A footnote may be found somewhere at most and much later... if anyone takes the time to continue following any such event.  

It is said that up to half a million Iraqi children died as a result of the sanctions placed on Iraq due to its non-existent weapons of mass destruction. This before Bush and Blair conspired to arrange the illegal war and invasion upon it. Up to half a million children. How often is that fact referenced in western mainstream media or the lies that brought those deaths about? I have never heard it mentioned. Have you?

Inconvenient facts are written out of history.

Nothing most get in the way of the saintly image of the West. That facade of purity is needed to justify all future atrocities. You can’t have a judge, jury and executioner that commits crimes, can you? Therefore the West can never be accused of any. No matter that the evidence shows they commit more crimes than anyone else and by a long, long way. This is deemed too inconvenient a fact to be real even though it is SO blatantly obvious.

This is the true evil of our world apart from the obvious, horrendous disregard for human life. This constant deception, emerging at the highest levels of the elite political superstructure of the West and permeating every official level down through its complicit mainstream media.

These are criminal entities encouraging, arranging and perpetrating evil across our planet.

While their compliant infrastructures supposedly there to maintain justice, punish crimes and insist upon compliance to rules governing civilized behavior look the other way and maintain their silence.

This is the illusion of sanctity that pervades the entire West and its allies, an illusion that enters every living room through its mass media outlet, television, a conduit to brains turned to mush and people to obedient sheep.

This is the sustained degree of purposefully created docile obedience and anesthetized delusion that creates the continuing evil we see continuing unchallenged within the mainstream across the entire western world.

This is the pernicious black heart that beats at the center of a western empire murderous at its core.

UKRAINE: MAKING A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL

It wasn’t exactly an innovation.

Reagan’s willingness to see nun’s raped and whole families decapitated by the Contras outdid anything seen before or since.

Oh, there had been assassinations aplenty and coups by the dozen. But for dirty deeds you have to look far and wide for anything quite as evil as Reagan playing footsie with the inhuman creatures knows as the Contra Guerillas.

Setting the neo-Nazis and ultra-nationalist militias loose on Maidan Square, Kiev was simply a little light entertainment by comparison. It’s a spectrum of evil revealed each time. The trail of blood widens and narrows through each of the murderous adventures the USA indulges in.

Arguably the choice of a splashy bloodbath in Vietnam was the greatest evil, certainly in terms of corpses, both U.S. and Vietnamese it was. But compared to Hiroshima and Nagasaki?

There are so many U.S. initiated bloodbaths to choose from however.

Afghanistan. Iraq. Libya. Syria. Yemen.

A crimson tide flows from each one... never touching the well-manicured toes of any U.S. elite of course. If asked they will deny everything. It was all rose petals and lace, sunshine and spirituality... deeds done for all the very best of reasons. They averted their eyes after the call to action. Dubya didn’t even have to do that... his eyes were already quite blank as standard.

Ukraine was one of those bloody interventions that would run and run however. Like Iraq. Like Syria. Like Yemen will be. The calling of a vampire suits such turners of the tap of blood when it locks in the on position.

It swells to an unstoppable tide, a wound that will not heal, scars upon scars upon scars.

The elites of the USA have become experts at bringing on an inexorable sore, a welt that only grows, bruise upon bruise with no medic ever in sight expert enough to encourage healing. Only the hyenas of ever more war are heard since September 2001. No peacemakers, moderates, internationalists, conciliators or diplomats need apply. Only those who have knives at the ready to pierce a deeper wound into the gaping hole already stabbed deep into the corpse of what were once hopes of peace and stability.

At one time there were those who fought back their raw instincts of violent aggression and belief in total victory at all costs. Kennedy and Khrushchev among them. Now that mental midgets with superegos rule the political roosts of the UK and USA only the boneheaded and evil-eyed will receive sanction now.

An Ice Cold War will cause hot blood to flow. Sooner or later.

And Ukraine was a first clarion call to battle within the outer edge of Europe, a dagger for plunging into a perceived enemy’s heart. A spit in the face to Gorby and another reason created for NATO to exist and spread its rationally argued evil.
If there was a Devil in some pitchfork-strewn, fire and brimstone Hell he would surely approve. Neo-Nazis make excellent demons, the very best. Having McCain, Pyatt and Nuland kiss their noxious lips and perfume their knuckle-dustered fingers would certainly make him purr in anticipation.

What delights to see the burning faces of cops showered by Molotov Cocktails, shiver in ecstasy as a brick, club or toxic spray meets young flesh... while Obama lectures the security services of Ukraine not to lay a finger on the “peaceful protesters”.

Without doubt Reagan would approve, pointing a saintly finger at his head-chopping Contras, calling for them to receive a Nobel Peace Prize. Just like in Syria and the head-chopping, heart-eating “moderate rebels” or the gun-toting, corpse-stamping, jihadist-assistants, The White Helmets.

It’s all part of a days work to make the USA the master nation, the hegemon in perpetuity, looking down from geosynchronous orbit peering into every phone and home, ready to strike at a moments notice and cause ever more blood to flow.

It’s all done by saints who would never hurt a fly. The exceptionally good killers who have a perfectly clean conscience simply bringing peace, love, freedom, democracy and western liberal values to the world.

It’s a dirty job... but someone has to do it they say. To keep the world safe for America.

The Devil, if he existed would appreciate the joke.

And he is reputed always to be ready to make a deal.

 

THE DICTATORSHIP OF WESTERN DEMOCRACY

How many living in the West believe they live in a true democracy?

How many believe that their politicians work night and day for their benefit rather than for those of corporations, powerfully represented groups and other vested interests?

When they vote every now and then how many truly believe that one party or another will make the differences and instigate the changes they seek?

Yet these politicians have vested in them great power and exercise that power within the western system that is a virtual dictatorship.

The opposition party or parties can object to this or that, they can posture and parade their complaints, but the party in power wields the stick of primary influence and their minions by and large obey their commands.

How much influence does the average westerner feel he or she has over any politician or party?

They can write their views, form a committee, hold meetings, take signatures and protest their cause... but how often do the powers-that-be-take enough notice to make the change(s) they are calling for?

However, the most telling area where the pseudo democracies of the West are exposed to the fullest is in their foreign policies.

Since the Second World War we have seen the elites of the West act in the most aggressively non-democratic way possible, totally ignoring the natural ambition of most people to secure peace.

We have seen endless aggression from the West, and most of all from the elites of the USA who appear to have an unending appetite for interfering in other nations to their detriment.

The elites of the USA, and almost equally so of the UK, have waged an endless war of aggression against other powers in whom they detect a rival or potential threat to their interests. They have paid no notice whatsoever to the calls for peace and reconciliation coming from their populations.

This was most evident in the period before the illegal attack upon and invasion of Iraq. Millions across the western world showed their desire to have their elites avoid war. In a truly democratic system which paid attention to public sentiment western politicians would have adapted their plans to cater for this groundswell of opinion. But did we see any such adaptation of their plans? As we all know well, we did not.

In the United Nations too we saw this dissent from the rush to war and the inevitable deaths of thousands and the irresponsible destruction of an entire nation. Russia, China and France stood together at that time and told of what a totally criminal idea it was to attack and invade Iraq the way the western allies obviously had planned.

‘The then United Nations Secretary-General Kofi Annan stated in September 2004 that: "I have indicated it was not in conformity with the UN charter. From our point of view and the UN Charter point of view, it [the war] was illegal", explicitly declaring that the US-led war on Iraq was illegal.’ (Wikipedia)

The United Nations was founded on the principle that no nation should wage war on another that had not attacked it first.

The USA and UK flouted the most basic principle of the United Nations by attacking and invading Iraq. They used a series of lies and flawed assessments to make their planned action appear justified. The exact number who died as a result is a matter of argument but the figure is certainly in the hundreds of thousands.

The planned act of supreme irresponsibility and illegality went ahead with devastating and catastrophic results for the entire region. But did we hear an apology or an assurance that no such acts would be seen again? As we know once more, we did not.

What was seen next, far from an apology for getting it so very wrong at the cost of so many lives were several repeat performances in various formats, Libya, Syria and continuing to this day Yemen. (Of course the suffering in Syria goes on with a war where the denial of assistance by the West continues the cruel proxy was conducted there for a decade.)

What fine democratic principles the western elites adhere to in these nations. Their moral compasses readily embrace the dictator monarchs of the Gulf States in seeking to bring down those who do not adhere to their national interests, Yemen being only one case of many. Yet western politicians assert their rightness in each case, quite oblivious to public opinion within their so-called democracies. The lucrative arms trade blinds them to any democratic principles involved.

In the end where exactly can we look for signs that western nations are guided by leaders who are truly guided by democratic principles rather than their so-called defence industries and other corporate clients and donors? Where do we see the benefits of democracy? We see them only as pseudo concepts paraded within the disingenuous propaganda of incessant self-serving western political rhetoric. Pale shadows if that of true democratic principles where the interests of the mass outweigh those of the all-powerful minority.

Western “democracy” is a sham, a mirage, a cardboard cut-out behind which politicians snigger at the gullibility of their populations at being taken in time and time again by the theater of false promises at every election time.

These ever-interfering, bloody-handed, fixed-minded egotists displaying constant arrogance and aggression are far removed from any semblance of democratic intent. These are manipulators, cunning spinners of yarns for public consumption, behind the scenes operators and coordinators of what is best for them and their corporate clients and donor lobbies.

It is not democracy the people of the West experience. It is a deception, a denial of justice and a refusal of true accountability. It is in fact not a democracy at all, it is an all too obvious hardly-hidden dictatorship.

 

THE ATOMIZATION OF NORTH AMERICA

It had been a long time coming, and the signs of its coming had been completely obvious.

However, as the old adage goes, there's none so blind as those who will not see.

It was described in many ways, some of them had a very positive slant.

Usually, for those who had particular reason to eternally support the myth of American exceptionalism it was called freedom. For others it was a sign of vigorous health, that the constitution was functioning as planned, that it proved the nation was strong enough to withstand any chaos thrown at it.

Entrepreneurs constantly underpinned their whole hopes and dreams with the vast chaotic anarchy of the free-flowing, rule-breaking insanity of it all.

Myriad groups contended for the prize of ever-greater and power and wealth in a free-for-all that invited many outsiders into the ring. Within the ring punches were thrown freely, all kinds of rules were broken from top to bottom inside a spurious notion of law and order that acted as an arbitrary, swinging punch ball that sometimes helped and sometimes harmed. All of the above dependent on how much money you had to make the dial turn to your favorite station.

You pulled levers and greased palms, you got the best lawyers if you got caught and you found the best advisers so you didn’t... often.

Up above the whirlwind of striving, wheeling and dealing dwelt the puppet theater of politics where money determined as much as humanly possible in its own mini-whirlwind of influence paralleling the one below.

Sitting above the whole mess was old and new money with the best financial, political and geopolitical “microscopes” available with which to predict and manage trends, direct the eyes of supposed justice and arrange the whole facade to look semi-convincing.

The Ponzi scheme of North American life however, was reaching its nadir, all the in-fighting, all the manipulation, leveraging, speculating, criminalizing and crime-making, all the graft, the scams, the speculations, assertions, cabals were coming to a fatal intersection.

The tensions and fragmentations had all been useful and used to the absolute maximum to make almost unlimited wealth. But it was all destined to come to a sticky end in a scheme where no brake, let alone a reverse gear was available.

The hooligan juggernaut economics of the U.S. system of endless exploitative graft was about to hit the buffers. The most corrupt system of chain letter economics had exhausted its clientele and was about to leave the tailenders in abject mental and physical poverty.

There would be no way to put the U.S. Humpty Dumpty system together again. Nothing fitted the new world that was aborning, it was simply too archaic, too barbaric in its mentality, far too sure of itself in its delusional state of “perfection” to see how it could be made fit for purpose.

Implosion would follow implosion. Confusion reigned. How the great were fallen and no new great could rise.

It was all over.

The atomization of North America would be complete.