When one choses to look up from the lush pasture over the backs of ones fellow sheeple, there is no predicting how much gets in, unless you clench your eyes tighter and go back to munching on the long green. And I was afraid some of my rants were too far out to awaken the flock … how naive a novice I am to the big picture is measured by how alone I felt in my suspicions about the body controling the two handed illusion of democracy. I have just watched a 6 hour talk by David Icke.
I am so blown away by so many things he said that I don't think I am gonna post any more on politics (from poli: many, and tics: blood suckers) for quite a while, but I will leave you with this lesson relearned and reforgotten every generation it seems —
Lyrics by Buffy St. Marie
From the album best of donovan ii
He is five foot two, and he's six feet four,
He fights with missiles and with spears,
He is all of thirty-one,and he's only a seventeen,
He's been a soldier for a thousand years.
He's a Catholic, a Hindy, an atheist, A Jain,
A Buddhist, a Baptist and a Jew,
And he knows, he shouldn't kill,
And he knows, he always will,
Care for me, my friend, and I will care for you.
And he's fighting for Canada, he's fighting for France,
He's fighting for the USA
And he's fighting for the Russains, he's fighting for Japan,
And he thinks we put an end to war this way.
And he's fighting for democracy, he's fighting for the Reds,
He says it's for the peace of all,
He's the one who must decide, who's to live and who's to die,
And he never sees the writing on the wall.
And without him, how would Hitler kill the people at Dachau,
Without him Cesar would have stood alone,
He's the one, who gives his body as a weapon of the war,
And without him always killing can't go on.
He's the universal soldier, and he really is to blame,
His orders came from far away, no more,
They came from here and there,
And you and me ain't brothers, can't you see,
This is not the way we put an end to war.