posted on Mar, 13 2009 @ 12:06 AM
Very interesting thread, I can see you are quite passionate about these subjects.
A lot of people are very passionate about these subjects.
Many of them too passionate in my humble opinion, I don’t think I have ever had a girlfriend who hasn’t said “You sure know how to push all my
buttons when you want too”
Now the really telling part in that quoted statement isn’t “know how” or that I know there are “Buttons” and where and what they are, it’s
actually the “When I want to part” that is very telling.
People who are very passionate have a lot of buttons that are easy to identify and easy to push. In other words easy to manipulate, and frankly these
topics are created originally, not as in your post, but in their initial formations in movements, ideologies, religions and philosophies to tap into a
person’s passions and inflame them so there are buttons that can be pushed to manipulate them.
History is often rewritten so many times to suit the political agenda of those who are in a position to be able to rewrite it the only way you would
even know the truth is by having been there at that point in time, or possessing a copy of a rare first edition of something immediately after an
event led to a book.
This particular topic inflames so many people’s passions in part because its history dates back to before books.
No one alive today is ever going to know the truth on some of this stuff, even more so especially because it involves an invisible deity that no one
alive can authentically claim to have seen or directly communicated with, without being tossed in a little white room with padded walls, despite the
fact that half the planet passionately believes in this invisible deity on ‘faith’ alone. Amazingly they all have faith that he is real but none
of them have faith that anyone would ever end up seeing or communicating with him in a free and open exchange. Personally I think everyone involved in
that bit of foolishness is a candidate for the white room with padded walls which I guess makes me anti-something, like anti-invisible deity that no
one believes you could ever meet or communicate with but still believes is real. Or anti-head cases!
Feel free to say Anti-Semite or Racist if it makes you feel comfortable about the basis of your belief system.
For the record I don’t really have to like anyone or anything, or have a kind word about them or it. For the record I don’t really have to not
like anyone or anything or have a unkind word about them or it.
You might want to label and call this Anti-Brain Dead. Though once again if it makes you feel comfortable about the basis of your belief system and
furthers your political agenda or one you are tied to by all means call me an Anti-Semite or Racist.
I guarantee you the next Jewish woman I ask out on a date or asks me out on one, and I have dated scores of Jewish women, I am still going to pay for
the dinner and hold open doors for them, and most of them will still want to take me home with them despite this label that from time to time the
Anti-Defamation League loves to slap on people the second that a rhetorical question is contrary to this weeks version of history.
We all know that there are and never have been any manipulations or conspiracies carried out by Jews, Zionists or Israelis.
This is why next week the United States Congress is going to be passing the Protoplasmic Traveler Declaration. It’s a little document addressed
personally to me by the Congress that assures me the nation of Venezuela, that they are going to give to me to establish a permanent home for my Led
Zeppelin Fan Club, after the United States Military wrests control of it from the Venezuelans. Nothing untoward, or unusual in that right, happens all
the time just like in the Balfour Declaration.
I am just not sure what Anti-word to come up with for any say Venezuelan, American, or Kiss fan that objects to this move. Do we call them
anti-Zepheads, anti-Protoplasmic Travelers, or should we just label these malcontents terrorists. After All Led Zeppelin left such an impact on Rock
Music and has so many fans clearly we deserve our own country and heck no one really likes the Venezuelans thanks to Hugo Chavez?
Now I know what you are saying, Led Zeppelin fans aren’t Jews or Hebrews and haven’t suffered so much.
Maybe that’s because you can actually see and hear Led Zeppelin! You can actually tell when someone who isn’t Led Zeppelin is playing a Led
Zeppelin song that they aren’t Led Zeppelin. You can actually converse with Jimmy Page though yes it’s almost as hard as communicating with the
Hebrew mystery deity that even when they write about him the spell his name G-d.
You know everyone is sure that what’s missing in place of that dash is an O as in G-O-D.
I am of the humble opinion there are two letters missing and being covered up in that dash.
G-d isn’t in reality G-O-D, it’s G-O-L-D.
That probably makes me anti-Gold or anti-Jewelry but hey once again if anti-Semitic or racist helps you feel comfortable about your belief system or
furthers some political agenda feel free. Since on slave planet Earth all you can do is feel free, it’s not like you are free.
This probably makes me anti-slavery! Now if G-d has two letters missing instead of one and the missing letters are O-L anyone want to play twenty
guesses why we call a gold chain and star or crucifix or crescent or Buddha Jew-El-Ry?
First nineteen guesses don’t count! This probably makes me anti-guessing games.
I bet the day Hebrews take away that dash in G-d and fess up to what’s missing there will be the day people will stop imaging the always kindly,
never malicious or deceitful always honest Jews of the world aren’t up to something secretive. Who cares what the Talmud that they wrote says or the
encyclopedias the Pharisees Elders write about how to interpret the Torah and Talmud or the fact that only 50 elders know the entire secrets of the
religion and only hand them down orally to that one that replaces them.
I mean you would have to be crazy or anti-something to imagine a conspiracy here right?
Now you feel free to call me what ever you want.
My mom told me sticks and stones can break my bones but names can never hurt me!
[edit on 13/3/09 by ProtoplasmicTraveler]