We are seeing it everywhere now. The absolute destruction of sovereign country's trying to eliminate flags. Eliminate sovereign countries. Eliminate
our currencies. Eliminate heritage. Eliminate borders. Eliminate individual rights in respect for social justice or to push human rights like right to
a job, right to a house, right to whatever.
Look at what is happening elsewhere. Look at what is being done.
I ask you, is there a concerted effort to eliminate our rights?
From the movie-The Pirates of the Carribean: at World's End.
Hoist the Colors!
In order to effect a timely halt to deteriorating conditions, and to ensure the common good, a state of emergency is declared for these territories,
by decree of Lord Cutler Beckett, duly appointed representative of His Majesty the King.
By decree, according to martial law, the following statutes are temporarily amended:
Right to assembly, suspended.
Right to habeus corpus, suspended.
Right to legal counsel, suspended.
Right to verdict by a jury of peers, suspended.
All persons convicted of piracy, or aiding a person convicted of piracy, or associating with a person convicted of piracy, shall be sentenced to hang
by the neck until dead.
Oh....oh, the King wears no clothes!
The seas be ours
and by the powers
where we will we'll roam.
Yo, ho, all hands.
Hoist the colors high.
Heave, ho, thieves and beggars,
never shall we die.
Yo, Ho.
Haul, together.
Hoist the colors high.
Heave, ho, thieves and beggars,
never shall we die
Some have died
and some are alive
others sail on the sea
– with the keys to the cage...
and the Devil to pay
we lay to Fiddler's Green!
Yo, ho, haul together.
Hoist the colours high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
never shall we die.
The bell has been raised
from its watery grave...
Hear its sepulchral tone.
A call to all,
pay heed the squall
and turn your sail to home!
Yo, ho, haul together.
Hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
never shall we die.
While some folks row way up to heaven
I'm gonna sing the pirate's gospel
I'm gonna sow these feet for dancin'
I'm gonna keep my eyes wide open
Yo ho yo ho
Yo ho ho
Yo ho yo ho ho
Yo ho yo ho
Sing the pirate's gospel
Add another flame
To our forest
Where big bellied whales
Keep us chanting
We're slapping fireflies
For tiny dancers
Where the children creep
Until the morning
When the sun does seep
Into our bare flesh
Until the fingernails
Will take us home
Yo ho yo ho
Yo ho ho
Yo ho yo ho ho
Yo ho yo ho
Sing the pirate's gospel
While some folks pray
Their path to Jesus
We're gonna sing
The pirate's gospel
We're gonna sow
Our feet for dancing
We're gonna keep
Our eyes wide open
We're gonna sing
The pirate's gospel
We're gonna chant
The pirate's gospel
You'll find us clap
The pirate's gospel
Yo ho yo ho
Yo ho ho
Yo ho yo ho ho
Yo ho yo ho
Sing the pirate's gospel
Sing the pirate's gospel
This is another film that is rather ILLUMINATI NG.
Make no mistakes, pirates of our past were selfish cutthroat murderers and scumbags. They are no Robin Hood.
When they could not take on the might of the even bigger cutthroats - the Spanish gold robbers - they sack coastal cities and murder innocent
civilians.
But in that film, properly sanitized, a message was sent to the masses, not so much about ancient pirates, but what others must do when the NWO comes
along curtailing everyone's right and free will.
And therein lays another message from the film as the pirate band heads to the World's end - Antarctica - the greatest mystery that holds the answers
to questions we seek, right before our eyes and underground but played down vehemently through various ploys - outright bunking, discreditation,
distractions, etc.
2. Ultimately, whomever rules, regardless if the puppets or the masters, they are human. There is no way that they can measure up or meet every
diversified needs of humanity. Thus they need to shape humans to the model that can maximise productive output in relation to the resources
avaliable.
Those who are productive and conforms will be given rewards. Those who are not will be shot.
3. And for such controlling efforts, these masters and puppets believe that they themselves should get the lion's share for their hardwork while
mankind toil. Their bootlickers next on line for the gravy train. They call it 'meritocracy'.
A joke as all knows, opportunities are limited at the top, and not everyone will have a stab at it, not because they are not capable, but just unable
to, due to lack of opportunity.
Worse when these incompetent puppets and masters made mistakes which leads to the limiting of resources avaliable. Instead of correcting the errors,
they hide it, and compound it further with lies, spins and distractions, leaving only one solution left...
4. The culling has begun.
5. My point about the movie of which a song is the basis of your thread title is about what the little guy would have to do to survive, avoid the
culling, and to find out WHO are the actual masters.
Is it already too late as many refuse to open their eyes, well fed from the crumbs and spin dished out, or is that bold step out of the box too
frightening to contemplate?