I was taught never to eat anything in front of another, that I hadn’t first offered to them.
There used to be a saying that “you are either part of the solution, or you are part of the problem”. I don’t know if I ever believed that. It sounds a lot like “you are either with us, or you are with the terrorists”. Both are black-and-white. Neither allow for those that just are. The ones with no real social or political intent. They just are. I know a lot of these people. Their is little if anything problematic about them.
But of course the problem-solution adage would place these folks in the “part of the problem” category. And that is the thrust of the statement…that if you are just there, you aren’t fighting with those that are part of the solution…that is to say A solution. I have never really dealt in absolutes like that. And as much as we all want a solution to the world’s problems, few if any have any real concrete plans. I think that is what we are going to be witnessing in the Middle East in the coming few years. Freedom…now what?
You have to remember that the world…even though it is getting smaller in many ways…is still a big place. I’m talking huge.
We are all quick to point out what we DON’T want. That’s the easy part. Even fighting against what we don’t want requires little planning…little forethought. That is where they have us. Those that struggle against oppressors need an alternative vision of what they DO want. After the revolution.
I was watching the jewtube rant and call to action that allegedly fueled the Egyptian revolt. I watched it over and over. There is something more important about that vid than what first meets the eye.
Firstly it is done by an Arab woman. That alone is revolutionary. In the Arab world, we in the Occident have been taught, women do not have a real voice. Perhaps that is a big part of what lends the power that this video enjoyed. I dunno. It’s very possible. I am not an Arab man…I don’t know how I would react to a woman calling me to revolutionary action…no DEMANDING it. Perhaps it is partly shaming the men into action…again, I dunno. But it seems odd to me.
Secondly, I look at the age of this woman. She cannot have experienced, anything other than the rule of Mubarak in her short life so far. At the outside, she would have been a babe-in-arms as this despot was installed by the U.S. and israhell. How can you want for something you have never experienced in your life?
Advertising can take many forms. As I said up there somewhere, this little spinning ball is getting littler. The people are more easily communicating between these various labor camps that are nations. Many of my readers reside in far-flung nations that I will never even see. The internet and its associated technology is like a chink in the walls of our cells, through which we can pass notes of compassion, sympathy and more importantly…information in the form of advertising. Through these chinks comes the message that “hey…we don’t have it as bad as you. We don’t have to scrounge for our very food on a daily basis”. “We have political elections”.
This is a good thing I believe. Uncensored communication. I don’t know yet if it was foreseen by the jews that control, or are trying to gain complete control of the planet. Knowing their track record, my first response is that it is all planned. That this democracy carrot is being held up to them…knowing all the time that they are more easily controlled through this, the most easily corruptible form of government known.
But there is room up there in my cynical little brain for the possibility that these little chinks in our cell walls are just the nature of the structure of aging prisons. That nothing is totally impenetrable. Who knows. I think we have to act on the assumption that they haven’t planned this communication between the unwashed masses. That this new correspondence between common peoples is an unforeseen mistake. One that needs to be corrected if they are to continue to spew their filth from that shitty little country successfully.
Let’s look at two lives.
I live in the U.S. I have a nice house, a job…plenty to eat, a vehicle, plenty of nice clothes…etc. I am among the fortunate to have been born Caucasian in a land and a time where that became an inherent commodity. I have an acceptable education and paperwork to that effect. On the surface…on paper…life is good.
Awan lives in Egypt. Every day is a struggle to survive for him and his little family. He is a bus-boy in a Western chain hotel in Cairo from which he steals food. He also drives a cab. He and his wife and three children live in a 3-room apartment,in which they sleep on the floor. He owns very little. They have little to eat because most of their money is taken by rent. The food they do consume , costs almost half of what Awan earns. He has little formal education. He has little hope for any advancement in his situation in life. He raises his children in hope that they have it better than he did.
To this man…my life must seem a dream. My life is what he wants. For himself, his wife and most importantly his children.
He and his wife were part of the peaceful revolution. They are happy to have won a victory and look forward to a better life. Is it coming? Time will tell.
But I can tell you what he doesn’t want. In the long run. When your new government is installed and the economy loosens and employment is up. When you have your own little place and full bellies. Then you will see that this isn’t all there is. I know it seems so now. But what will you give up when you live like me? Will you give your children to television…will you give up your family life to more and more work…will you give up your little house to a jewish banker? Think of the next guy that hasn’t had a revolution and why he can’t. And look at the division of wealth in your new “democratic” country. And ask why. Then look to your son for the last time as he marches off to a war for those at the top of your new government. And remember how to ask why.
We are all in chains down here. We unwashed. Some chains are softer and more comfortable because of the proximity of where you reside… to the beast. Some are maximum security prisons…some white-collar ones. They are still chains.