Calm, lucid, the loudest of trumpet calls. And yet not-calm, in keeping down the outrage.
An ideal sounding, cast-iron, help crack the 'cynic' open. The problem is though, . . .
Do Americans Live In A False Reality Created By Orchestrated Events? — Paul Craig Roberts
Decided to write on this before reading it. Why? Because the headline is a question and Paul, a proper-writer. Plus needed ‘something’ so...
But why do I - bother? Reposted on Memory Hole what’s the purpose? A comment on . . .
I commented on the following but here's a less, (ok... a little...) garbeled version:
Like many, I've an un-'conventional narrative of human history'. I consider some words prophetic. Involving that which goes beyond communication in the normal sphere of things. Somehow unearthing something in the hearer and . . .
Long, long ago. I saw a Thrasher Mag back page and a drawing of two jars, each with meat in. Lid-off and flies, lid-on – not. The headline said something like; You want to know what anarchy is? Later, many years on, I stood defined ‘anarcho-syndicalist’ and although the illustration had some merit in describing the big A - it's . . .
Syrian President Bashar Assad considers Russia’s Vladimir Putin as the “only defender of Christian civilization one can trust.”
'Christian' civilization means Jesus, and immediate-followers, behaviour/s. Not what Jesus came to bring this, although welcome where it's co-opted by rulers for peace and justice. This . . .
The Pope. Has named, a claiming to be Christian (like himself), politician’s policy on the practicalities of immigration, makes this person - not the opinion - Not... a/Christian.
Let’s try this again?
A religious leader calls a political leader, not part of his religion, because this politico wants to build a . . .
In what sounds crystal analysis, Syrian Girl is asked about Isis future in the face of defeat(s)? Her answer incisive, and something not always identified; It’s about the ‘God on our side’ driving-beliefs. (An alternative could be, powerful chemical stimulants?)
But what’s the something, keeping them battling, not . . .