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All blessed morning I've been reading article after article, video after video on the Wikileaks situation. I'm not involved with it except as a passerby who, while uninvested, nevertheless fascinated in it as a social movement about free speech. If you've read my blog before you gotta know I've concluded that freedom of speech already doesn't exist except as a farce.
So, my view toward Wikileaks is that it's a lost, but interesting cause to watch take a fall. Big Brother has already won this fight. Maybe the majority of the people want a dictator to take over the country. I predicted it even as I admit I voted for Obama.
I want the people to have what they want, yet I foolishly wanna remain apart from the whole deal and live out what life I got left in my own unforgiving way. I'm too busy milking the past as diversion and amusement to want to focus on anything somebody else considers more important than my dotage.
It's the internet angle that really interests me. I don't particularly care about the political implications because to me that's a done deal. Democracy can't exist in the digital age unless the public has some say so about freedom of speech.
If this digital group that supports Wikileaks are successful with keeping the content available on the internet, then freedom of speech in the future may have a slight chance to prevail. If they can't, if they are squashed by the DeathStar, and punished horribly as an example of the power of the military/industrial complex, then we're merely slaves and chattel to the elite. Again. The script has been written and refined many times over.
Where, literally, on Earth can you migrate to in order to survive as an individual, Winston? Somewhere outside the range of the drones? If there is any place on Earth principally existent to be out of the reach of the DeathStar system is Afghanistan, and it's just not. There is no spot on Earth that is removed from the elite's influence. We're doomed.
This reminds me of the Lone Ranger joke about he and Tonto being surrounded on all sides by various tribes of hostile Indians. The Lone Ranger turns to Tonto and says, "Gee, Tonto, we're surrounded. Whatta we gonna do now? To which Tonto replies, "Whatta ya mean "we", paleface?"
I don't think race nor gender is gonna matter in this new world. Nobody will be equal before the law. They never have been. Look at how the Supreme Court is made up. They just made corporations equal to the individual, and because of their economic superiority, the corporate world totally rules their employees lives from cradle to grave.
I predict the federal government of the United States will get rid of it's potential problem of the Social Security System having enough money from the raided coffers by cutting the payments and forcing old people to seek death as a viable alternative to living in such a heartless, cold-blooded society. No blame.
How can it be a "viable" choice to die knowing what kind of world they're leaving their children behind in? There is no easy way out. It has become impossible to live as an individual when everybody gets all their food from the commercial grocery store. There are no left-overs when you can only afford to buy what your immediate family needs.
I'm thinking old people will be forced to concentration camps where food can't be grown under any conditions, and then slowly starved to death by design. No need for fences. Just truck them out in the middle of Wyoming with nothing to survive with, and let the buzzards clean up the mess.
The writing I've done above comes from having cold feet. My feet get cold pretty soon after I get up, and unless I go somewhere in my car and pretend to shop in one of the big box stores where it's warm, they'll stay cold until I get back in bed tonight.
Of course, even after I go to bed my feet will stay cold for some long period of time even though I have an electric blanket thats turned on to warm between the covers. Last night I finally put my down comforter on top of the other covers.
Using the theatrical term "feets, don't fails me now" as a descriptor is par for the course with me for telling about scary situations in which the peril seems worse by being frozen in one's own tracks. Getting old and watching my body lose it's resiliency is a little scary. It's made even more scary by the fact that my "feets" are failing me more often. Soon enow, I'll fall, and won't be able to curse my fate, and bounce up to start all over again. Oh... joy!
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I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
