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Chemical Alis of The Covid Era
No sooner had they bombed they shit out Iraq, and the bombs were falling on Syria. Promisses of change turned to promisses of hope as the first black president served the Dubyas third term having pre-accused that McCain would do it again.
The orgins of war on terror were of course a mystery to the children sent to slaughter. They were fighting for king and country as Urusla von der Nigger Trader held their country's reigns underneath the watchful eyes of surveillance apparatus that would bring a blush to the face of the cold war Stazi. The dodgy dossier of Tory Blair set the great white army to its quagmire as the fourth reich built its strength.
The invasion of Kuwait was some clouded thing to me as a child about to turn a young adult. I was being assured by brave adults that in times of war reason and conscience should be set aside in favour of the ideology of mindless hatred. All the information I could glean was the hate speech on TV. The eye for eyes and tooths for tooths were about as viscereal as the reasons for "hospitals" with bars upon their windows. I was told nothing about the gangsters who ruled Kuwait slant drilling into the oilwells claimed by the gangsters ruling the Iraqis.
"Stand on our side" said the guarded truths of liars, "Chemical Ali kills his own kind" came the narrative of some Covid scenario going on in some fake democracy in the middle east. In those days the BBC made no secret that they themself engaged in propaganda, especially when it came to war. They were not entirely the sewage works they've become today, pouring their eurotrash into everyones family homes. The fourth reich was just a twinkle in the eyes of the Tory Blairs and Majorettes, inspired by the Mussolini's, taking advantage of the hate for Margaret Thatcher.
If you are black and whited by confusion about what side this author is on in ANY conflict, in ANY left right paradigm, I stand with Treebeard the Ent, young hobbit. I am on nobodies side, because there is nobody on my side. I stand with the tall trees that Rwandan Hutu's must cut down, to impress upon the human cattle, that the strong can overcome the weak. As the lies fly many times around the world, the truth is only beginning to put its boots on. The words of Ents# and higher beings take so long to speak when no one's even listening, that no one seems to speaks anything at all, unless there is something worth saying.