130723 JUST
DEFIANCE Whose Side Are YOU On Edition
War!
Never
a pleasant thing.
And,
always, somewhere, a war wages.
This
fact really makes a mockery of the peace freaks.
Comfy
fanny, white - usually - and comparatively upper-upper classholes,
get all humpy when a Realist, or someone not so spoiled as to believe
the world is all sweet and lovely, is either shit on by upper upper
classhole brutes - egomaniacs, psychopaths, or, for whatever reason,
fate, fortune, a good upbringing, taught to seek facts, not
unrealistic selfish illusions, and by great fortune is also raised to
place Honor high in their personal code, talks out of turn, or, talks
straight and true about CORRUPTION.
Corruption
which ALWAYS precedes and upholds the comfy fanny lifestyles of the
upper upper classholes.
So...,
far away and economically above the throng, who must daily do battle
with the world around them, the world controlled and despoiled by
the elite comfy fannies, elite, spoiled comfy fannies chatter amongst
themselves and “decide” to campaign to “end war” HA! To,
“MAKE PEACE, NOT WAR!” To..., be politically correct...,
singularly so they can go back to their comfy fanny pads, smoke more
ganga, drink their champas, red or white wines, eat their preferred
exotic apperateeffs, entrees, side dishes of ridiculously priced and
sourced nibblies, light years away from the places where the peoples
their forebears have massacred into submission to thereafter be
slaves to the 1st world, grow for a pittance, the exotic
foods and nibblies the white comfy fannies peck at, while being so
righteous, as they plan protests to stop war.
Or...,
something.
Spoiled
upper bracket children, living off other people's blood sweat and
tears, never really having done an HONEST day's work, let alone a
lifetime's, organize their girlfriends to protest against the
brutalized blokes have been to the wars set up by the elite
comfy-fanny's forebears, come back shell-shocked forever, are ignored
by “Veterans Affairs”, feeling, knowing, they're being discarded
by the society they naively went to war to defend, gave limb and life
to protect, soul and sanity to save, and with tolerance burned from
their souls, lose it when some smug bitch stretches the truth, their
patience, and bashes her.
Or...,
something.
“MAKE
PEACE, NOT WAR!” The sheilas call out, marching SO FUCKING STRONG
together down mainstreet, after a bloke, or the son of a Veteran, or
even the grandson of a Veteran, gets so fed-up with comfy fanny
bitches stating their right to wear seductive lingerie on the street
at midnight on a full moon, and rapes her.
Why?
Little
miss comfy fanny is a bit up herself, what with having daddies
inheritance to save her being realistic or doing an honest job to get
through life, AND what with having the gold firmly between her loins,
knowing it's every normal blokes desire, and knows, or thinks she
knows, she can play with men, mess with their mind, until they make
promises she knows they can't keep, breaks his codes of honor, until
he, only really trying to be polite, is on his knees, and before he
knows it, is at her beck and call.
“MAKE
LOVE, NOT WAR!”
But
she insists on being on her lazy back, while the bloke does all the
work, is worn out, and she, lying like Cleo-fucking-patra, is
“looking into his eyes” transfixing her Eve's gaze on his, eyes,
penis, any orifice she knows her ectoplasm can be projected into.
Down
the track, he comes across a women he comes to like, and the
feeling's mutual. They start to get it on.
But
Ooop? He says something she finds wrong, she goes cold, shuts down,
turns off.
Whad-I-say?
It
on! War.
He's
called a rapist.
Meanwhile,
little miss comfy fanny, back up the track, giggles. Her eyes shoot
a glint of - Eve... ill.
Been
going on forever. Since “the fall” at least.
Eve....,
ill.
Whose
side is she on?
Who
knows who got into our soul 1st?
Who
told the 1st lie?
Who
was the 1st to believe it? To be seduced by it?
When
did the separation between truth and bullshit begin?
Was
it the earliest priests, who saw they had an advantage over the
flock. Thereafter to use it.
Today,
wars rage, seen and unseen, by some, by everyone.
And,
to the devil's delight, it spreads inside everyone, such that they,
knowing it and not, are at war with themselves.
Inside.
Deep inside. So deep, most have never even been aware of the
differences within the deeper subconscious levels of their own minds.
Most,
unaware that a war rages in them, have been chosen for one or the
other “side” of the most powerful competitors, as often, both
claiming the “good” side.
Whichever,
the person, up above the war, assumes they too, are on the side of
good.
For
themselves. Or, for the group.
“MAKE
LOVE, NOT WAR!”
For
whom?
For
the poor bastards still reeling from their ancestors being massacred
by YOURS, BITCH!?
For
the poor bastards living minute by minute in ceaseless warzones,
fabricated by YOUR CULTS, BITCH!? By YOUR CLASS,
BITCH?
Fanny
comfortable at night is it? Bitch.
So,
“MAKE LOVE, NOT WAR!” so YOUR fanny can sit squeaky-clean on
fluffy cushions in Upsville, and so you can stroke yourself feeling
so good, because you went to a SAFE, mainstreet, and “MARCHED”
HA! Yeah, protesting for safer streets for sheilas and immature
children wearing miniskirts, and/or for nancy-boys who like wearing
womens' clothes and makeup, in public, ET CETERA, marching protected
by the most abject sycophantic scum in blue, from grandsons of
Veterans, who see the deceit, the theft, the falsity, the
upperclasshole delusion, and it's danger to REALITY? To a healthy and
stable, strong society?
Bitch.
Nowdays...,
uppity women make it into places of power. Corporate boards.
Executive positions. Clergy. Police force commands. Even military and
government seniority.
How
do they make it?
I've
heard a scant few talk straight and true.
“Blow
jobs!” “Heck? How else?”
Good
women, them! Honest. That's why.
Not
so deluded about the gold sovereign they bear. Not so over-confident
to let their ego get out of check and have thereafter to rely on some
low ever-hopeful, eager-for-a-blow-job blueshirt to protect them.
The
others. Not all of them. Driven! “Aspirational!” Motivated!
Psychopaths!
And
didn't mummy push them up the ladder!
Miniskirts
at 6 years old. Beauty contests at 10.
By
16, it's got the boys begging, and hexed to the shithouse, or behind
it, and by 30 she's on the council.
[I'm
gonna be mayor by 35!] she tells herself, and her girlfriends.
Power.
Then
there's the blokes.
Same
trip. Different vectors.
Power.
Lust. MORE power.
It's
a hex. And it FUCKS EVERYTHING.
Amoeba,
to Empire, to Self Extermination.
Whiteguys,
in a word. Albeit a gross generalization.
So,
when did the Balance get lost?
When
did the bullshit begin?
And..,
what does bullshit, invite in?
Doesn't
matter “what”.
What
matters, is recognition that something bad gets in, everytime someone
talks shit.
Good
versus Good.
good
versus good.
Whose
bullshit sounds best?
MINE!
MINE!!
Bullshit.
And
the coppers protect them?
Perhaps
the Common Folks are better siding with overt evil?
Because
Madams and Messrs good versus good are full of psychopathic shit.
Insane.
Drunk with power. Lusting always for MORE power.
Why?
They don't actually know.
Bleck
Fella Knows.
“So
they can fuck everything”, he laughs, as he takes another swig.
But
OH SHIT NO? Don't you dare get up in court, or at council meetings,
or in parliament, and pronounce out loud and true, that they're
psychopaths. Insane. Unfit to hold the chair! Corrupt!
There's
always gonna be some pathetic low power-lusting greazer, in a uniform
with fancy badges on the shoulders, ready to hustle you OUT! And
charge you with anything but - TALKING TRUE!
Whose
side are you on, copper?
OCCUPY!
Hustled
away from city centers all over the planet, for trying to get it out,
that the councilors, governors, congressers, presidents, corporate
boards, have got a problem with how they see the world.
Hustled
away by coppers?
Idiots,
loving it when others with guns and badges talk like mates to them.
TOUGH!
Ye-arr...
Whose
side are you on, coppers?
You
arrest the head of the IMF, because one bloke with a false
reputation, caught in a dark hex, hangs it on him.
But
when THE PEOPLE find their voices, backed by EVIDENCE, and REASON,
and HONOR, and COURAGE, and take it, LOUD, but PASSIVELY, to the
streets, or to council meetings, you arrest them?
Go
to war against them?
What
does a bloke come to think, when things get as upside down as this?
What
else, but FUCK YOU!
You
don't work for the government, not for the mayors, not for the
priests, and definitely not for the corporations, you work for THE
PEOPLE, arseholes!
Like
the oxymoron spy agencies, who call themselves “Intelligence
agencies”, “Military intelligence” or such, you pieces of shit
say you investigate crime, arrest criminals, are “detectives”,
finding out where the deceits and crimes are, bringing justice to the
streets.
Why?
So
spoiled comfy fanny descendents of the elite of genocidal mass
murderers can “march” HA! down mainstreet shouting “MAKE LOVE,
NOT WAR!” “MAKE OUR STREETS SAFE FOR NANCIES AND COMFIES!”
And
ignore - the EVIDENCE! The plain, raw FACTS!?
Whose
side are YOU on?
Clearly,
not JUSTICE.
Good
on yer..., nancies!
[Apologies
to women named “Nancy”]
Same
question goes to so-called “outlaw motorcycle gangs”.
If..., you are Outlaws, then you'll be at council meetings, and state and federal parliaments, at least lobbying politicians at all 3 levels, however you can, with legal cases to bring them to account.
If Outlaw Motorcycle "Clubs" are affiliated globally, they will be coordinating such PROTESTS, globally, to bring all government and so-called "opposition" politicians to account.
If....?
So....., whose
side are YOU on?
“Outlaws!”
HA!
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