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This is a real Pakistan International Airlines advertisement before September 11th, 2001. Think about that.
Illusion and what we, many of us, call the Matrix. Especially those of
us that understand the prescience of the narrative.
Nothing advertised to you is something you need. Yet the ads make all
of the items something you want. Interesting how that works, right?
Whatever they advertise we need. Yet we know that’s all a lie. Or do
we. Obviously the majority don’t. Dumb asses.
defund
STOP
the system
voting doesn’t work
Stop buying their stuff.
BUYING
You don’t need coke, pepsi, fanta, Mountain Dew or food with high
fructose corn syrup, artificial sweeteners or colorings and you certainly
don’t need hydrogenated oils.
their
You need fresh fruit; sweet seedless grapes, juicy nectarines, plums,
fresh apples, oranges, pears and banana’s.
You need clean, healthy, fresh vegetables; buttered broccoli, real but-
ter, cauliflower, tomato’s, carrots, asparagus and squash. Stop buying
their stuff. Vote with your money. Defund the corporations. Take back
the whole world. It was supposed to be yours all along anyway, ‘dont-
cha’ know that? ... for centuries now ...
stuff
Enter The Internet or is it The Matrix
...
The Age Of The Mastery Of Dominance
Why would I call a period in history where we’ve learned to communicate across thousands of miles, across the earth in an
instant, with people we otherwise never would have met, The Age Of The Mastery Of Dominance?
Why, when I have dear friends like Khalid in Pakistan, Mohammad in Egypt, Syria Girl in Syria, Rosario in Venezuela and
others who can provide me with personal, “I’m right in the thick of it” information and who always seem to confirm my sus-
picions such that the true nature of war and foreign policy is consistently laid bare, naked, drenched in the blood and mess
of lies that it is, would this be called the Age Of The Mastery Of Dominance?
We’ve enjoyed the ability to communicate across the internet, all of us. Some more than others but each of us accesses the
internet repeatedly throughout the day. Those of you I know well through Facebook; and we may well be a minority, yet
we’re here and available on this social network quite often. And when we check our email we’re drawn in subtly, enticed,
lured and coaxed to click on Brad Pitts latest tabloid message. “Dude, I’m filthy rich and you wanna be like me” screams out
at you from the screen, it emanates from the god-tv-web-monitor in every civilian living room, family room and bed room in
the homeland, in the car, in the bus, while we’re walking, even at Starbucks, and of course we watch. Transfixed.
We all do it. Frankly, we can’t live without the internet any longer. To be sure, I pay attention to the major mainstream web
sites as carefully as I peruse the so-called alternative news. I absorb the lies with the truth, the innuendo with the candor, the
shrewd and cunning subtleties with the carefully massaged messages.
Yet striking as this may sound, the internet needs us even more than the carefully crafted illusion that cunningly causes
us to believe we need it. It can’t live without us. I f we stopped the internet would bhe be no more yet perish that thought
quickly. So the beat does go on. And on. An addiction is an addiction even if it’s to your corporate branded monitor device
of choice.
Have you noticed that we’ve been compartmentalized? We’ve been categorized, classified, stereotyped, labeled, branded,
characterized, sorted, ranked, rated, grouped, divided, sectioned and pigeonholed. Each one of us. I’m limited to 5,000 con-
nections on one major social network. No more. No platform. No stage.
Facebook and the internet; DARPA’s global civilian orgasmic coup-d’etat, have us wrapped, stamped and packaged. We each
have a limit to our internet connections and we’re never able to ascend the mount. The dais is unavailable to us, the soapbox
isn’t for me or you, we’ll never stand at the podium and we’ll never be heard at the rostrum. The stage isn’t ours.
We’re detected, observed and monitored, everything is recorded, every e-mail, every phone call, every purchase, your car,
your kids names, your shoe size and waist size, how you like your pizza, your toothpaste brand and toilet paper preference
all privately compiled to develop a complete personality and character profile for every human being on earth, starting with
you. Population modeling has been with us for decades. They know what each of us think, how we’ll respond, what actions
we’ll take. Game Warfare. Well, maybe it’s not quite that bad ... or is it?
Yes Neo, we do in fact live in the matrix. Look at the faces of the people walking by you in the streets at 6:38am
in any major city downtown, scurrying, mouse-like, to arrive in a timely fashion, depressed and dressed appro-
priately, choosing their words carefully if they speak at all, mustn’t offend, iPod’d, iPhoned and iZoded. Never
looking one another in the eye. Automatons from 9 to 5
and from 5 to 9 transfixed. And watched, categorized,
stamped and taxed ... with funny money, a fiat freakin’
currency and a Ponzi scheme financial system to boot
mind you! Welcome home Homer. Welcome to the
Matrix.
DARPA, the bankers, the corporations, the Queen, the Vatican, the Masons, the Knights Tem-
plar, the CFR, the Club of Rome, Bilderberg, the Rothschilds, the Jesuits, Global Warming, (insert your villain
here) -1- There just ain’t no supermen coming down the pike to save the day. No saviors Homer.
Either way, I might be reading on my too-big-to-believe monitor or writing on same but I’m still stuck here like a
big fat blood-filled tick oozing on a lazy lounging dog, as they say in Lizard Lick. Don’t expect any change with
that vote Maynard ... no change at all. Both parties follow the same play-by-play book pages. “We came, we saw,
he died” ... Hillary said that you know ... really ... a psychopath ... but you know the drill, right?
This eMagazine and each subsequent issue will have
their share of errors; grammatical, spelling, syntax,
punctuation and any other error you might care to list.
This is my 36th book now being published in a week-
ly/monthly eMagazine format. By me, alone. They all
have errors. I published a magazine with a staff. Now
I work alone and understand all too well the extraor-
dinary value that staff had and what phenomenal ef-
fort they managed to put forth and how truly devoted
they were - a devotion I can’t begin to match.
And they’ve been duped into war for the banks, corporations and military in-
So here we go again...
dustrial complex. Dupes!
Like war was necessary. Ask any soldier if he’d like to just take his weapon
and go home if the other side did the same? It’s not soldiers that fight wars, it’s
Millions of Americans will soon vote for either the Republican or Democratic presidential candidate NOT elites using soldiers that fight wars. Pushing the pawns. Of course some blame
because they’ve researched critical issues like currency and finance as opposed to gay marriage and ille- has to be accepted for dumb young men either believing the war propaganda
gal immigration, NOT because they deeply believe that their chosen one is surely the most intellectually which is admittedly thick, or for just plain ignorance. Picking up a weapon and
capable person up for the job, and NOT because they believe our country needs their man because of his obeying orders is, frankly, showing a willingness to suicide. Literally. You’d
integrity, honesty, clarity and ethics. No, a lot of people know that they’re compromising and choosing the have to have screws loose as the majority of returned veterans, those still able
lesser of two evils, mainly because a lot of people know that both major parties and their candidates suck to speak coherently, will admit.
joe (I could have said dick).
Whether we examine the true corporate histories of Dole, Chiquita Banana,
No one really wants to vote for liars, cheats and mass murderers. But we do it anyway, knowingly. Coke, Pepsi, Merck, Pfizer, Dow, Monsanto, Cargill, Cysco, General Mills,
Ernst Young, Pricewaterhouse Coopers, Goldman Sachs, JP Morgan, General
We always, always, always vote for the lesser of two evils because we’ve been taught and conditioned to Electric, SAIC, BP, ExxonMobile or Raytheon (the list is endless), we see
accept it as the norm. We’ve been propagandized and hypnotized to the point of even joking! about voting the same pattern of abuse in every major industry by all the major players in
for the lesser of two evils. WTF are we thinking here?!! every country on earth; they’ve all become gargantuan multinationals repre-
sented by intersecting boards, they’ve usurped the American people’s trust and
“The lesser of two evils” is funny? Something to joke about? WTF? In fact the lesser of two evils is always the heck with law, they’ve violated every moral and ethical code ever written
the evil of two lessers, that’s the part they leave out. and they’ve caused death and environmental destruction of untold proportions
globally. These people are undoubtedly guilty of crimes against humanity.
We’ve been hoodwinked, conned, swindled, hoaxed, duped, outwitted, fooled, fleeced, gyped, snookered
and suckered into believing that “The Lesser Of Two Evils” is normal. IT IS NOT. Most important, the vast majority of Americans are uninformed, distracted and
living within the carefully crafted illusion; the matrix, whether they see them-
What a majority don’t know is that the candidates have the same agendas (psychopaths think alike), slight- selves on the left, on the right, or as independents. To work and back is most
ly different strategies (psychopaths are creative) and are beholden to the same corporate, banking, military peoples lives. I did it. Raised kids. I know. I’m a recovering sheeple. All I had
industrial complex (anyone with enough money can buy psychopaths, they’re cheap, money isn’t the only time for was ‘to work and back’ it seems, and not much more. I thought an hour
objective, power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely). of MSNBC every day kept me informed at the water cooler. What a wake up!
These men, Rombama and associated Rombamanoids,, are not your friends; they don’t give a shit about I went all the way to the other side of the room, heck, the other side of the so-
you, your kids, your grandkids or your unborn, yet to be stamped, certified, securitized and globally-trad- lar system! I refuse to work, refuse to vote, refuse to buy anything corporate,
ed-on-the-international-commodities-market off-spring and should never, ever be elected to the position of refuse to keep money in a bank, refuse to own a cell phone, refuse to eat at
president of anything let alone an entire freakin’ country, it’s economy and it’s armies. restaurants and eat only local organic food, I buy used clothes because Levi’s,
Wrangler and Lee can’t have my money any more and at my age I already have
3 of everything and don’t need more than 3 of anything. My money doesn’t buy
These folks we’ve elected each 4th year for decades now aren’t members of American society at large, they And so it goes, we vote
every 4 years ...
aren’t representing you and me, and they’ve been plundering the earth from east to west and from north
to south for well over 100 years now. As much for the stature in their psychopathic community, as for the
money alone, and their Skull and Bones, spook infested, toady, drooling, inbred, me, me, me, wealth-ad-
dicted friends laugh at us all the way to and from the bank. like morons
Our society worships war heroes. DO you freakin’ get it yet? THAT’S psychopathy! Don’t you see it? War
heroes are worshipped!!? Truth be told?
What is the truth?
THE
TRUTH
IS
Truth be told? There’s an enor-
mous, incalculable and monumen-
tal resource of talent among the 305
million Americans in this country
and an even greater, unimaginable
resource of talent among the 7 billion
of us that inhabit and should own this
planet. And the thought that it’s never
been and never will be realized, this
magnificent, breathtaking, gargantuan be-
hemoth of majestic brilliance, awe-inspir-
ing artistry, monumental genius in all facets
of life, the available skill and striking aptitude
of 7 billion humans wasted for the dripping blood
profits, brain splattered earnings ratios and hanging
flesh wealth of war makes me want to puke my lunch
in my lap but the blood that would be in the muck would
be frightfully embarrassing.
Psychopaths rule the earth and when we vote for them here in America every several years,
what do you think they actually do? Do you think they sit in Washington and develop
strategies to keep you employed? To increase job opportunity’s for people who
require incomes well above the global norm?
And these elected and appointed yet poor excuses for humans have just about wiped out
every indigenous population on the planet. Give ‘em time, they will. As a recent referenced and
cited AP article stated, “we’ll all be Brazilians soon” anyway.
And you think voting is a worthwhile endeavor? No, the only valid vote is a re-
fusal to vote. Someday in the not so distant future when the total voting population
dwindles down to a disinterested less than 10% of the total adult population, we, the
people might have a chance if we, the people, can agree, for just a single blinking
moment in time, on what the issues are ... and which in all likelihood is itself an impossible task.
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(Some small portions of this publication are a parody, a satire and Just-For-Fun. Most of it is the sad fucking truth.)
Every freakin’ image in this entire eBook is © the whole fucking world baby!
This is called Class Warfare. It’s been with us for 6,000 years, the totality of
human civilization. The owner-class drew artificial, arbitrary, socially divid-
ing lines across the planet and called them borders. Crossing these fraudu-
lent, global, national socialist borders requires permission and papers. The
people remain spellbound still, obedient, inclined to oblige, pliable, manage-
able, neat, like domino rows, born, consumed, worn down and out and then
dead as a doornail, discarded.
Now, in the 21st century, we have the World Trade Organization (WTO),
the United Nations (UN), the North Atlantic Treaty Organization (NATO),
the World Bank, the International Monetary Fund (IMF) and dozens upon
dozens of groups and organizations developing, implementing and enforcing
with the threat of force a myriad of global legislation and treaties most of us
aren’t even aware of let alone privy to the legal details. Some of the condi-
tions violate our constitution. If I were whisked off the street and detained
indefinitely in a dungeon, would you know? Could you really do anything
about it?
Yet by national and international legislation and treaty, and legislation and
treaties you had absolutely no participation in creating, approving of or dis-
approving, the globalists waltzed in light-footed past the tulips, through the
unguarded back door, unnoticed by almost 7 billion of us. We should have
had at least one guy watching that freakin’ back door. What were we think-
ing?
Bernays can answer that question. Were he alive today and prepared to be
forthright and honest with you, he’d insist, no he’d demand that you throw
away your tell-a-vision. The problem is, we weren’t thinking at all. The TV
was doing that for us. 50 years or more on autopilot. Bernays ...
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ABOUT THIS
eMAGAZINE SERIES
Volume 1 • Issue 1 • November 2012
This eMagazine series is about Globalism. Not the Globalism the majority of the pundits discuss. Certainly not the
Globalism everyone else discusses because there’d be no point to that. No, this is Globalism under a new spotlight and
a spotlight that should have been shined directly on it long ago.
Most people aren’t aware of the many, very specific ways which Globalism affects them on a regular, daily basis and
they can’t easily detect what are virtually invisible and yet intimate and profound effects. We’ll explore these very
subtle and nuanced affects that Globalism has on the majority of human civilization in ways not previously considered
because, well, because no one else has. And because they’re exceedingly simple.
Unbeknownst to most, Globalism has been with us for many 1000s of years in one form or another. Only in these recent
20th and 21st centuries have we seen blatant frauds, financial crimes, mass murders disguised as war, genocides, rendi-
tion, torture, courts for ‘them’, courts for ‘you and me’, in-your-face regime change, notable and measurable crimes
against all of humanity and the complete abrogation of civil liberties; and this has become the norm. Drones too. We’ll
discuss drones at length later. We have to, of course.
The organizations mandated to police and then investigate, indict, prosecute, convict and control the rampant and inher-
ent crime within the financial, social, religious, familial and industrial sociopolitics, et al., don’t exist any more today
than the paper tigers they’ve existed for for decades. And that’s if they ever really existed at all. Their now long distant
illusion of some esoteric existence wasn’t of any value in the first place. The elites gave decades of pittances while
recouping vast and invaluable resources; human and natural both – to include the wealth generated by humanities work
product – the sweat and blood of the Proletariat kept in check by the Praetorian Guard.
Globalism surrounds us. It’s suffocating us, you, me, our children and grandchildren and the offspring in our very real
dreams. Globalism was once called ‘Class Warfare’ but that seems to have changed over time in a sophisticated play on
words; semantics really. yet it’s Class Warfare no matter how you slice the cake. Welcome to the Matrix Marge, Homer,
Wilma ... welcome to Globalism, genocide, endless warfare, state sponsored terrorism and compulsive liars.
GLOBALISM
ALWAYS HAS
A BEGINNING
HERE IT IS
GLOBALISM
101
Riding The Terror Train
GLOBALISM
IS FEAR
GLOBALISM BEGINS BY INSTILLING FEAR IN THE MINDS OF THE POPULACE
ANY KIND OF FEAR; SERIAL RAPISTS, MYSTERIOUS SHOOTERS, METH-CRAZED
LOONS BENT ON MURDER AND MAYHEM, TERRORISTS WITH BIO-WEAPONS, YOU NAME
THEN WHAT?
BEYOND A SHADOW OF A DOUBT
GLOBALISM
IS FEAR
IS FEAR
GLOBALISM
GLOBALISM
IS FEAR
S
GLOBALI M
S
I FEAR
GlOBALISM
Is AlL ABOUT
SO
FEAR
NOTHING
I want to swim away
Sometimes it feels
in the ocean.
come down –
Whether it’s fluoridated water, chlorinated water, bisphenol-A in our blood, ni-
trates, nitrites, BHT, BHA, food colorings from blue to yellow, monosodium
glutamate, hydrogenated oils, GMO ingredients, vaccines, financial fraud of vast
proportions, fiat currency, a fraudulent fed and an even more fraudulent GDP,
manipulated markets, wars steeped in lies and fraud and corruption at levels inde-
scribable, all of these events are designed to instill a sophisticated form of gener-
ally unrecognizable fear.
Not the “I’m scared” fear but the “I’m helpless” fear. The kind of creeping, hid-
den, covert fear that overcomes your common senses and leaves you wholly emp-
ty, justifiably apathetic and severely wounded even though the wounds and the
dripping crimson blood are invisible.
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