Notice how the camera focused on every rabid supporter of Israel? Shumer,Canter,Lieberman. All Jews and all smiling like Cheshire Cats! Despite the fact that half the Congress did not clap or stand during or after Obama’s statements about US policy toward Iran. I don’t know if these camera operators or the White House news director was trying to warn us or stick it in our face. Of whom is truly in charge here!
A dangerous example of how to turn innocent children into unflinching killing tools of the state.
The result of the Israeli Military Indoctrination the children received in there Government ran schools. Are you seeing a dangerous pattern here?
Editors Note: As you can tell by reading these articles I have submitted on this site. We at Reason Madness Choice choose for the most part. To dealing with Politically Incorrect subjects that Main Stream Media will not touch. Such as Political Zionism and Jewish Power running our country (America) and the world. But every once in a while a comment on FB or other sites I visit. Reflect my and other peoples opinions that never get a mention in a “Politically Correct” media system we find ourselves in now. I am 52 years of age and can’t help but to feel those of my generation. Are being made into the scape goats for this environmental “Green Movement.” So I published this comment. Because this man’s insights to this “Movement” are pretty much the same as my own. Which I hope you feel (especially if you are younger and are into the environmental movement) is worth considering.
Checking out at the supermarket recently, the young cashier suggested I should bring my own bags because plastic bags weren’t good for the environment. I apologized and explained, “We didn’t have this green thing back in my earlier days”. the clerk responded, “That’s our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment for future generations”. She was right about one thing–our generation didn’t have the green thing in “Our” day. So what did we have back then?After some reflection and soul-searching on “Our” day here’s what I remembered we did have…. Back then, we returned milk bottles, pop bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles repeatedly. So they really were recycled. But we didn’t have the green thing back in our day. We walked up stairs, because we didn’t have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn’t climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks. But she was right. We didn’t have the green thing in our day. Back then, we washed the baby’s nappies because we didn’t have the throw-away kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy gobbling machine burning up 240 volts — wind and solar power really did dry our clothes back in our early days. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing. But that young lady is right. We didn’t have the green thing back in our day. Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house –not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of Wales. In the kitchen, we blended & stirred by hand because we didn’t have electric machines to do everything for us. When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used wadded up old newspapers to cushion it, not Styrafoam or plastic bubble wrap. Back then, we didn’t fire up an engine and burn petrol just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn’t need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity. But she’s right. We didn’t have the green thing back then. We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water. We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull. But we didn’t have the green thing back then. Back then, people took the bus, and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their mums into a 24-hour taxi service. We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn’t need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 200 miles out in space in order to find the nearest pizza joint. But isn’t it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we older folks were just because we didn’t have the green thing back then? Please post this on your Facebook profile so another selfish old person who needs a lesson in conservation from a smarty-pants young person can read this.
by Keith Johnson
Some of you older readers may remember this public service announcement (PSA) from the late 1980’s:
The scene unfolds in a men’s restroom, where we find a young white urban professional snorting up a spoonful of cocaine. He then looks into the camera and says, “I do coke…so I can work longer…so I can earn more money…so I can do more coke…so I can work longer…so I can earn more money…so I can do more coke…”
He begins to pace around in tight circles as he continues to recite those same three lines. His pace picks up faster and faster until he spins into a blur that eventually fades away into nothingness.
Such is the insane life of an addict, caught in a vicious circle that compels them to do the same things over and over while expecting different results.
The same could be said for the addicts who have seized control of our nation’s monetary system. If we were to produce a PSA to appeal to them, we’d probably have to change the lines to something like, “We print dollars…so we can pay for the budget…which puts us further in debt…so we print more dollars…so we can pay for the budget…which puts us further in debt…so we print more dollars…”
This is precisely the kind of thinking that prevails in the minds of those who occupy seats of power in places like the U.S. Department of Treasury and the privately owned Federal Reserve. Unfortunately, nothing short of an intervention will ever put an end to their insanity. Like the hardcore substance abuser, these money addicts have succumbed to a latter stage in their disease that renders them incapable of rational thought. They cannot be reasoned with, they cannot be negotiated with, and they will not stop until they have consumed every last resource on the face of the earth.
Their drug of choice is currency, and they all picked up their habits on Wall Street. But these are no small time junkies. They’ve parlayed their dependencies into a lucrative criminal enterprise. They are the kingpins of their trade, and their career paths are identical to any other successful drug lord. They started out as pushers, became suppliers, and then eventually worked their way into the cartel itself. Now they’re making the stuff, and there seems to be no earthly power capable of stopping them.
The word “addict” usually conjures up images of the weak lost souls who have alienated themselves from society. They cannot hide their disease for long, and soon begin their rapid spiral into total despair and ruin. They lose their dignity, their homes, and eventually end up squatting behind a filthy dumpster with a glass pipe pursed between their lips. This stereotypical perception often blinds us from identifying the well-groomed addicts in our midst. They ride in limousines, spend holidays in the Hamptons, and are celebrated with awards and illustrious titles. But they do not suffer the physical manifestations of their addiction. Instead they transfer that pain and hardship upon the backs of those whom they have stolen from. It is their victims who end up losing their homes, jobs, family—and eventually—their dignity.
Kazuo Ishiguro’s Never Let Me Go is a dystopian science fiction novel that follows the lives of three children as they grow into young adults. The story begins while they are schoolmates at the fictitious Hailsham boarding academy in East Sussex, England. According to a summary of the book from wikipedia:
“It is clear from the peculiar way the teachers—known as “guardians”—treat the students, that Hailsham is not a normal boarding school. Eventually, it is revealed to the reader and to the students that the children are clones created to provide vital organs for non-clones (“originals”). The students are not taught any life skills, though the teachers encourage the students to produce various forms of art and poetry.
By the time the children transition into adulthood, the years of indoctrination renders them incapable of offering up any resistance to their ultimate fate. When called, they voluntarily take to the operating table so their vital organs can be removed. Some die of complications after the first surgery, but many more are capable of withstanding three operations before they ultimately expire. Most die before reaching the age of thirty, but their sacrifice allows their betters to live beyond the age of 100 despite their unhealthy lifestyles.
Are our lives really much different than those chronicled in Ishiguro’s book? Most of us have attended public schools that do nothing but indoctrinate us to accept our fate as slaves to the power elite. We are trained to be good workers, but are denied the life skills and education that would make us capable of competing against—and ultimately defeating—this ruthless system of greed and corruption.
We have become the surrogate bodies of the money addicts. We toil in endless pursuit of a dream that has already been denied. The fruits of our labor are devoured by the elite, and the nectar that drips from their mouths is all we are afforded—just enough to provide for our basic necessities—so that we can continue to work and feed their insatiable appetites.
We must stop being “enablers” to these money junkies. This cycle of dependancy must stop. It’s time for an intervention.
Vote for Dr. Ron Paul and let him put this nation into rehab—and the drug lords behind bars!
Someone in the occupy movement is getting it right!