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Regarding - Cult of Fear
http://www.libertyforum.org/
What does this little parable below
have in common with Victor Thorn's Cult of Fear?
Everything and nothing!
In this Climate of Suspicion, we have
become very much like a dumb and unsuspecting herd of cattle that can be easily
driven to whatever destination our "leaders" choose for us. About the only thing
still going for the human race are the outriders that accompany the herd, to
help, to push occasionally, and to watch for greater dangers. Each of us - and
there are literally thousands of voices that have taken up the task - has taken
up a personal niche wherever that individual is most comfortable.
A Parable
On a bright blue day on the open plains
of the great Southwest, a group of cowboys is herding Mustangs toward a distant
railhead. The work is hard, and the outriders need to stay alert for any sign of
threat, any hint of anything that might cut-short their journey. These men are
used to herding cattle, but these are Mustangs, wild eyed with flashing hoofs
and well developed senses, and while this is a herd they are not as docile as
the cattle they are used to. The group moves gently over the range, pausing here
and there to graze, or just to
scent the air for anything that might be interesting.
Then suddenly, the sky begins to change
and there is now a scent of storm, and in minutes the temperature has dropped.
The riders exchange hurried glances, and each one takes up their self-appointed
task. One lingers, looking for the fallen fold, or the stragglers that cannot be
left behind while the others try to keep the unsettled herd together. The scouts
search for any sudden precipice that might spell death for many of these animals
for which they feel responsible. The bulk of the riders remain near the
leaders, to watch for any sudden shift in the direction of the herd. It is their
job to let the Mustangs have their
head, but to keep panic to a minimum. An hour passes - that seems like three,
and the lather of their mounts, coupled with the sweat upon them, mixes with the
smell of well-worn leather - as their journey continues.
All traces of the blue abruptly vanish
from the heavens now and the thunderclouds are building to tremendous heights.
The air about them becomes pregnant with the coming storm, and the thermometer
continues to plummet - but now the Mustangs have the scent of danger in their
flaring nostrils and all know that danger is approaching and soon it may be that
every man and horse will need to do whatever can be done, just to stay alive.
It is at this juncture that unknown
riders appear in front of the herd, riding full out toward
the oncoming mass with weapons drawn, and soon their rifle fire begins to echo
in the wind. The leaders split and the herd begins to scatter with the outriders
fighting to keep pace, until one or two of them go down. Apparently the shots
from the strangers were fired with purpose and direction. The trail-boss returns
fire, but his pistol is no match for the rifles - he signals his crew and very
soon they leave the horses to the oncoming riders and thunder back the way they
came. The outlaws scatter the herd, knowing that the Mustangs will soon regroup
and vanish into that vast and distant prairie, where they will find the food and
freedom that will delay that day - when they will all be rounded-up again, by other men, just to be turned into pet food for
people.
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This unfinished jigsaw puzzle that
resembles the current global situation, needs every one of us to do the job at
all. So, when Victor belittles Alex Jones, he is diminishing the efforts of all
of us. Jones is one of the outriders for the herd, he takes stock using his
skills and his well-developed senses to attempt to warn the grazing herd, of
things that may indicate that "trouble is not always obvious" - that's
what Alex does. No self-respecting writer can write about anything if he or she
chooses to remain completely unaware of the goals and circumstances that are
being directly brought into play, by one side or the other.
Fear, is a necessary and delicate sense
that all of us have. The Bandits want to use that as a bludgeon, a battle-axe to
threaten and to beat the reluctant with. What Prison Planet does, is describe in
detail what has been prepared, and what is being done - continuously - to create
that climate that the Corporados want created; so that they can bring the herd
to slaughter by the shortest possible route. No self-respecting outrider would
even begin riding herd without a clear idea of what dangers to expect or what
changes to watch for: That's what Alex and so many others do when they publish
articles that might scare the faint of heart, or the weak of mind. Only Bush
believes that any course can be dictated, despite whatever might be waiting for
those who fail to make "corrections."
Thorn would have us believe that we
must be organized (not mentioning that we can then conveniently
all be found together). He also does not bother to mention the obvious: that when
and if we begin to speak with just one voice - under just one umbrella - then we
are all much easier to control.
As outriders from the herd, it is our
job to remain the individuals that we are. Because our strength lies not in
speaking with a single voice, but rather with being a well-informed and wary
group of people which can remain alert to a multitude of events and issues all
at once. The reason "organizing" simply doesn't work is because
whoever controls the voice of the organization can be captured or co-opted, and
that voice might then be otherwise directed. Controlling a group of fiercely
independent minds, each looking at different facets of the greater threat, is a
hell of a lot harder to do than when the group has been led into a "unified"
configuration. Strength through independent thought and expression is the
strongest posture possible for the alternative news media.
According to Victor, "Here's the
cold hard truth: the government doesn't care what 99.999% of the populace is
doing because nobody's doing anything!" I beg to differ.
He might not remember when Al Qaeda
supposedly beheaded that first person, on video. Within forty-eight hours,
outriders from around the planet (including Alex) jumped on the story and
disproved it totally - from virtually every angle possible. There was no blood
to be seen, the dress the captors wore may have been Arab, but it was
incorrectly worn. The men themselves looked more like ex-NFL players than
starving rebels. And to top it all
off, the video they used to take the pictures came from the same camera
that shot the torture photos inside Abu Ghraib...there were Kodak serial numbers
on every frame that proved the point beyond all question. The government backed
off, but we continued probing.
Had we been "organized" - none of that
would have happened, because it would have taken weeks or months for the "group"
to mount a complaint - instead, we saw what happened, and each of us took the
aspect that caught our individual eye. We then shared what we learned, and
within hours the government was exposed AGAIN - as nothing more
then the incompetent, lying fools we all know it to be.
The unmentioned part in almost all I
write here is that for all their attempts to corral, to capture
and destroy - the bandits have been almost hopeless when it comes to results.
They fail and fail and fail: succeeding only in destroying, but not in gaining
very much at all from all their treasonously criminal efforts - at least when
compared to the scale of what they try to steal or control. In the end, they
seem to have become only spoilers instead of the vainglorious victors over all
that they set out to conquer.
The current efforts of the NWO are like
the lashing out of a teenage pack of discontents that
cannot stop rebelling against what they seem to see as outmoded authority,
primarily because this "authority"
is what has blocked them from taking whatever they choose - for at least the
last 50 years. Still, the end result of this struggle to the death has to remain
in doubt - given the above. Yet we
must each continue to continue until we can no longer participate
- otherwise we make their effort easier: and that is something that no sane
person really wants to do.
There is one other thing that seems to
go unmentioned these days. It is that we have entered
a completely foreign realm, a land far different than any place we've ever been
before. There are no familiar landmarks in this dark and forbidding anteroom to
Empire, and all we have for guidance in the storms that rock this land are the
powers of our senses, and the individual skills and strengths we each possess.
If we use those skills effectively, we may just survive this nightmare in one
piece.
When one finds oneself in danger, it is
better to have as much of the truth about what is being planned - to guide you -
as it is possible to know...rather than to simply choose to remain
optimistically supine while just continuing to graze with the docile herd. If we
choose to act like cattle, we will go through life on all fours and shall
deserve whatever might befall the herd. But if we are men and women and we stand
and challenge these traitors for what they truly are - we can send them back to
that dark and slimy place where they were spawned.
Sorry, Victor, a happy face and a
back-slapping organizing session is just not enough to make a difference here -
but it would play directly into the hands of those who'd like to see us all
corralled. Take a look at
Prison Planet with the above in mind - then
decide which is the most promising course to follow. It's important because if
we get it wrong, we may not get another chance to make a different choice.
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