heathcliffe
location: woods
listening to: silence
registered: 2008.11.18
posts: 956
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The bomb is ticking, the walls are closing in, the doors have no exits signs,
the undeserving fleece the producers of material goods, and in the process grab the reins of all branches of our checks and balance government to assure them that not one prison cell will welcome their sorry asses into the confinement they deserve more than any other criminals in our nation's history.
They control all means of communication, all means of reporting news, all means of of political influence, except one: Wickileaks.
Julian Assange, and his band of merry 'men' live in and operate out of a forest within the trees of the internet, taking secrets of the rich and sharing them with the poor. Notice how nimble they are, how elusive, how immune from attack. Notice their ability to counterattack, even though their leader sits in the sheriff's jail.
Mention their next target being a large bank which might go down with another bank, and all hell breaks loose, from Interpol, to Scotland Yard to our own conniving Justice Department, all three owned by the worse band of thieves we've seen since the one Christ drove out of the temple.
We once had independents ABC, CBS, and NBC. We need three Wikileaks. We need two more Julian Assanges. We need the truth, and it will inflame us.
They used to call them "muckrakers", investigative reporters who wrote columns in public-minded newspapers and magazines before they became conglomerated into the hands of handmaidens.
The internet contains the muck, Wickileaks owns the rakes.
Citizens who repeatedly vote against their own self-interest as a result of information they receive from enemies they do not recognize, once they are told the truth, the scalding truth, they will form a rebellious majority with those they now mistrust, and bring to the bar of social justice this diseased cancer threatening our body-politic.
Insurrection, consumer strikes, nonviolent protests, one prays, not because we've heard some conspiracy theory which may be true or not, but because we know the truth finally, because no matter how hard the CIA, NSA, FBI, or other source of misinformation, try to turn the truth away from us, we sit at our computers in a direct line of information from Wickileaks and others who will spring up like them with their own internet muckraking band of merry participants in a new revolution.
(Wickileaks' first reports of the Iraq and Afghan wars left this veteran of Air Force Security Service (USAFSS) angry that it would divulge secrets that might jeopardize lives of persons aiding and abetting the US and its military allies in one war launched by baldfaced lies, and the other, doing more harm than good with respect to the recruitment of anti-west terrorists.
I have now decided more good than harm will come from Assange's efforts, and consider any loss of life as a result of his initial Iraq-Afghanistan
report no worse than the collateral damage realized from an errant drone attack. As of this date, however, I have heard of no such losses.)
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The bomb is ticking, the walls are closing in, the doors have no exits signs,
the undeserving fleece the producers of material goods, and in the process grab the reins of all branches of our checks and balance government to assure them that not one prison cell will welcome their sorry asses into the confinement they deserve more than any other criminals in our nation's history.
They control all means of communication, all means of reporting news, all means of of political influence, except one: Wickileaks.
Julian Assange, and his band of merry 'men' live in and operate out of a forest within the trees of the internet, taking secrets of the rich and sharing them with the poor. Notice how nimble they are, how elusive, how immune from attack. Notice their ability to counterattack, even though their leader sits in the sheriff's jail.
Mention their next target being a large bank which might go down with another bank, and all hell breaks loose, from Interpol, to Scotland Yard to our own conniving Justice Department, all three owned by the worse band of thieves we've seen since the one Christ drove out of the temple.
We once had independents ABC, CBS, and NBC. We need three Wikileaks. We need two more Julian Assanges. We need the truth, and it will inflame us.
They used to call them "muckrakers", investigative reporters who wrote columns in public-minded newspapers and magazines before they became conglomerated into the hands of handmaidens.
The internet contains the muck, Wickileaks owns the rakes.
Citizens who repeatedly vote against their own self-interest as a result of information they receive from enemies they do not recognize, once they are told the truth, the scalding truth, they will form a rebellious majority with those they now mistrust, and bring to the bar of social justice this diseased cancer threatening our body-politic.
Insurrection, consumer strikes, nonviolent protests, one prays, not because we've heard some conspiracy theory which may be true or not, but because we know the truth finally, because no matter how hard the CIA, NSA, FBI, or other source of misinformation, try to turn the truth away from us, we sit at our computers in a direct line of information from Wickileaks and others who will spring up like them with their own internet muckraking band of merry participants in a new revolution.
(Wickileaks' first reports of the Iraq and Afghan wars left this veteran of Air Force Security Service (USAFSS) angry that it would divulge secrets that might jeopardize lives of persons aiding and abetting the US and its military allies in one war launched by baldfaced lies, and the other, doing more harm than good with respect to the recruitment of anti-west terrorists.
I have now decided more good than harm will come from Assange's efforts, and consider any loss of life as a result of his initial Iraq-Afghanistan
report no worse than the collateral damage realized from an errant drone attack. As of this date, however, I have heard of no such losses.)
