The Ugliness of War and the International Bankers who are Behind It.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

I belong to a film club that meets once a week at one of the members homes. She put it together like she does so many things. She's a bustling ball of light that's committed to human interplay for the right reasons so... the film club is just an excuse for deeper exchanges that take place under the cover of this construct. She and her husband, like myself and most of the other members, are from a time when life was celebrated in ways virtually unknown in these darker times; now that the enemy has infiltrated The Shire. These days the sun breaks out only occasionally, probably to remind you that it is still there, though hidden much of the time. I tried to express this in one of my songs about these times-


“Greed's not good and god's not dead
I don't care what Nietzsche or Ayn Rand said
the blood of every man is red
and I'm not going to war.”


I thought about this as we watched the film last night. It was, “Gone with the Wind”. Incidentally, I had never seen the film before. I tried to watch it several times in recent years and each time I shut it off after about 15 minutes because it seemed so contrived and dated and when I say dated... I mean that the lies being told were a lot more transparent than they are in the moment because the technology of lies is always being improved. Sure, there was a civil war and the people living in those times were just as deluded as they are now but the way the conditions are painted is always radically different from the way they were. There was no mention of Jewish ownership of the slave vessels.

There's no mention in the film of the substantial Jewish influence in the conflict. Here is one of those mainstream fact twisters where they try to spin what happened according to what didn't happen and here is something more to the point and which includes a wider reach as well. Because they are the timeless bankers behind war and all manner of horrible human events you just have to follow the money. The footprints are there if you care to see them and if you do not care to see them, it is because you do not wish to become known as an agent of the truth. There are few dangers that are greater in these times than to be labeled as a agent of truth; though the terms used will be different.


“they justify all the things they do
with convoluted logic and
the waves still pound upon the sand
and will when they are gone.

God's not dead he's merely hiding
you can see him in the morning
when the sun is rising.”


We watched the film and I saw what I imagine is true before every conflict and that is how honorable the cause is made to seem and how inflamed with patriotic fervor all the dancing fools become. It is the same in any age when bombast and demagogic speech-makers kindle those atavistic passions out of the reptile brain. The film was half an hour longer than it needed to be but they required that half hour to kill off everyone you might have cared about or didn't care about and plant a tombstone saying 'love is dead'. I'm a happy ending kind of a guy and even if you don't see the happy ending on this side of the equation it definitely happens on the other side. I'm not a fan of pointless struggle and people yelling at each other and conversely never saying what they really feel, or saying it when no one is around to hear them.

People who promote war have either never seen war or don't intend to be there. They just want the profits. I said several times during the film, “but it was worse than that.” They don't show you how it really is. They don't show you the graphic carnage and what war does to the hearts and minds of those who survived it. Tens of thousands of soldiers were held in Andersonville. It was so bad there that cannibalism was a regular feature but that doesn't get talked about much. Andersonville doesn't get talked about much in any case. This is what happens in war and atrocities are rampant on both sides.

Over 50,000 men died at Gettysburg; as many as died in the entire Vietnam conflict. We don't get the scale of these things. Imagine being on that battlefield and hearing the cries of the wounded and there were no painkillers except in the hands of the black marketeers. Imagine what it would have been like to walk among them; the screams of torment and the agony that made each moment seem like a hour and this was only one event among many in a pointless war caused by bankers and that was only one war among many that have come and gone. Imagine if you can, the epic scale of it all. You cannot. Imagine the gulags designed by the early Zionists. Imagine the Shah's prisons and SAVAK. Imagine the same in Guatemala in the 80's. Imagine Argentina and Chile and Rwanda and The Congo and The Ukraine and the Potato Famine in Ireland, the same bankers did both of these last two AND they did Armenia too. Imagine Nanking and British colonial India; the opium war(s)? Imagine these and so many many more that I have not mentioned. No... you cannot. You might say that every war was not caused by these same bankers; what about Genghis Khan and Tamerlane? What about the Moors? What about Mao? Yeah... evil has many forms and faces. It is my policy to only deal with the most immediate concerns.


“You can build a paradise
Or wall yourself into a tomb
or kick against the holy wounds
or kick against the womb

We're still one be you so blind
to fight against the living light
You can't hide inside that night
There's nowhere to run.

God's not dead, he's merely hiding
You can see him in the morning
when the sun is rising.”


Think about these things when you hear the demagogues spouting their lies of justification for these outrages that you cannot imagine because you are not walking among the screaming victims. Think about these things when you see what is being said by the Zionist Neo-Cons like Kagan and Krauthammer and and and, never mind, here's a list. It's an older list and it is only a small list. Behind them are the bankers; Rothschild, Schiff, Warburg and others and behind them? Satan and the legions of darkness.


“Love is stronger than a lie
water's harder than a stone
No one has to be alone
Tears will wash you dry

Round and round the Ferris wheel
of birth and death goes round and round
The master laid it on the line
You can go with him.

God's not dead, he's merely hiding
You can see him in the morning
when the sun is rising.”


All I could think when I watched this film was how vain so many of the lives were and what a folly of illusions they got up to and this is just one period in one country. Think of all the other complexities that you know all too little about. Here, one of our greatest modern historians analyzes another period, involving a collection of countries and this was just one more phase that resulted in massive suffering that cannot be measured, or truly understood or imagined. Try to imagine it and all of the implications, some of which continue to this day. You can't.

A fairly short synopsis of the whys and hows can be found here, with graphic accompaniment where they also take to trouble to mention how rare a human birth is and how seldom anyone positively exploits it and if that wasn't clear enough, this should be. Is it any wonder that agents of the bankers have infiltrated the movements and monasteries of this faith and every other in order to control the scriptural interpretation of them? After all... there are game plans for liberation from banker schemes to be found there. If you could imagine what is taking place on these battlefields and in those dark and unnamed prisons of rendition and those parading under the titles of one name or another that define protecting some nation or system, you would know that Hell exists on Earth and that the intention of the Satanic Bankers is to manifest Hell as the official organ of world government.

Still... if Hell is here then Heaven must be too and the key to everything is that it is all in your mind. Who is in control of your mind determines which state you exist in and that should certainly explain the information war and why it is so important for them to control what you see, what you think about it and what you believe. I think it was Hassan I Sabbah who said, “Nothing is real, everything is permitted.” One can imagine that that isn't real either unless you believe it. It all comes down to what you believe; what you can be led to believe, what you can be convinced is so and the followers of every religion, political system and prisoner of every culture, lifestyle and identity on the planet are walking and talking examples of these and/or whatever.

We write these polemics and presentations day after day for the single reason that those so willing should take command of what they believe and subject it to rigorous inquiry. We recommend making useful acquaintances and finding safe locations for interactive living, apart from the swirling madness of the programmed realities of Satanic Bankers and their agents and agencies.


I think the term gone with the wind comes from the poem by Ernest Dawson, “Cynara”

“Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine
There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed
Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine;
And I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head:

I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.

All night upon mine heart I felt her warm heart beat,
Night-long within mine arms in love and sleep she lay;
Surely the kisses of her bought red mouth were sweet;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
When I awoke and found the dawn was gray:

I have been faithful to you, Cynara! in my fashion.

I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind,
Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng,
Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, all the time, because the dance was long;

I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.

I cried for madder music and for stronger wine,
But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire,
Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine;
And I am desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, hungry for the lips of my desire:

I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.”


As with many poems there are deeper meanings and this is one of the truly inspired. Who and what is Cynara?

I watched this film and I thought you could have changed the clothes and the country and the dates and circumstances but it would have all been the same. Ignorance fuels it all, expressed as uninformed desire. It's like all those TV shows about doctors, or lawyers or real estate salespeople, politicians, gay or straight, black or white or otherwise. They are all interchangeable and the same tired plots work themselves out to the same unsatisfactory conclusions.

We could be gone at any moment or we could be here a while yet and the possibilities of experience are limitless but only a narrow bandwidth is explored most of the time and you don't make a wide circle of friends and admirers if you start probing outside of it. Well... I've said my piece for the moment.


End Transmission.......

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