Unusual to re-post a previous. One from James, with a loada me and kicked off with, a loada…
Fitting though, for 9/11 is all about repetition. Still and until, the revolution in our mass mental environment cracks the damn wall. Let's re-state a creed for reality:
‘The Western world has NO chance to live in freedom UNTIL...’
Get . . .
The ceiling is relatively firm. Those on and up-for evidence and facts about world affairs, over feelings' ruling and “can’t be” – have, by ‘n large, shifted into position. Add to this, those in the relative-know, yet ‘bored with/give up/because...why... and for what, realistic purpose?’ – All digs-down and clearer assessment.
Talking . . .
BBB beat me to it with 'Princess Di, Grace Kelly & the Curious World of Secret Societies, Royal Elites & Occult Ritual…'. Angles needing balanced, while unembarrassed, forthright exploration.
Typically read, blaring exposure and sensational assumptions. Either way. Somehow, doubt not sitting well, with convictions. It’s . . .
Wanna post for... well, post-sake. Thought I'd find a headline and say what, and once chosen NK, remembered The Burning Blogger Of Bedlam is on it.
Before I thoroughly get on BBB, from my one or two best go-to reads (other 'Crimes'). Will state the obvious. Don't know what else to say?
Of course, the launchers of world-wide . . .
IN retrospect feel should further scoop on the particular Alex show, subject of three previous posts.
Do a rewind.
Dynamically statesman like and roar God-lover. This ‘rant’ proceeded the original ‘Pieczenik punching’ interview and declaration to battle Trump in his cave-along with with the generals. Mad dogs. Ending with the flight, from . . .
Perhaps I'll write tomorrow even or later today, or a few days. Perhaps I'd be better off with this kind of routine? Intermittent. In the meantime, my recommended thought-provoker:
From Occupy to Charlottesville & Beyond – Identity Politics, the Gladiatorial Arena & the Balkanisaton of Society…
Due to no desire to look, . . .
Try laughing at this. Or do. Deeply profound. Let it move me.
Better talk than a zillion dull preachers chattering without urgency or insight. Previously mentioned this stream of honourable and sincere. This morning’s breakfast. Fast from the silence. On to the blessed – yet more-often damned-riddled – internet. First five minutes of this, . . .