, I thought as much, thinking back to 15, 11, 7, 3, 99. I’m once again being mistaken for a player in the big game, because I’m out there, yet...too old to be so.
The best stuff the MIC has is already rolled out onto the field, and operating. The whole damn thing is violenty moronic, and always has been. Neither the red or blue team wants to own up to just how dirty their game is, but being none of the above I can peck out that what you know about this blood sport is all old news.
Ask Andrew Breitbart...oh, I forgot...he is dead. But not before doing some seriously underhanded shit. And the reporter from Rolling Stone, Hastings...dead too.
I’m not sure who got wacked first...does it matter? I sat up, in the middle of the night, feeling it. Like hearing a dog whistle. I’m not playing, I’m just calling it as I see it...Chicken Shit.
It’s not about ideas, it’s about power...and who is willing to hurt the planet and people the most to hold on to it. Rules? There are none, because it is war. Kids who get too close to this truth die, the rest learn. The new weapons?
Since 9/11/ 2001 billions and billions have been spent developing new weapon systems, so who knows, really, for sure what’s out here. I certainly don’t. I don’t want to know...I already do.
I’m fearlessly optimistic, and leaking. I’m not hiding in a red or blue bunker. I’m doing my best to call it as I see it. I can smell it already only because it stinks.
I’m an American Citizen, wanting only the best for the planet and all living things, deliberately questioning the sanity of all those who would deliberately harm others to get or hold on to power. I guess that makes me targetable from either side, and those that own the game and both sides of it.
We used to shout from the stands...in the late sixties, when I was barely a teen:
One, Two, Three,
Kill the Referee,
Three, two, one,
Kill the other one,
Nobody said a word about it...and this was just high school basketball. There has not been a Democrat elected mayor in my home town in my lifetime. I lost all the time in a place where winning was the only thing.
How do you win all the time? By gaming the system. How do you game the system? By controlling it. Generally, it is easier to control a system you own, but easy is never good...easy is easy. Easy gets blindsided easily. Or as I observe in the field...struck from above. I have seen raptors carrying snakes into the sky, and Eagles taking fish from Osprey, mid flight. Stuff happens.
I’m not driving, but I am reminding all those pulling strings of Rule Number Two: There is always a higher level of play
I did not make this rule, but if you gamers believe in anything at all, you best pay attention to this one. There is no such thing as supernatural. There is nothing beyond nature...play with her at your own risk. Funny how simple reality is once you start paying attention.