posted on Aug, 19 2013 @ 08:27 PM
It has been quite awhile since I posted a rant of any kind - though some of my in thread "moderator notes" probably read like rants. The fact of the
matter is that my real world life got rough enough, for awhile, that ranting became damn near impossible. I was far too busy applying tourniquets to
never ending surge of new problems to have any free time to rant about any one particular thing.
In fact, even as I type these words, I am already aware that I am not going to end up ranting about any one particular thing - even though I sincerely
set out to do so when I opened this _ It is a sad testimony to our current world situation that one cannot gripe about a single subject without
a domino effect of associations following closely behind.
My ability to phrase a rant at all is a blessing. Those who keep up with my posts and threads know that, due to a series of circumstances, I was
unable to get medication for my PTSD and Bipolar disorder for a number of months. Having to rough it, sans medication, during that period of time was
an ordeal I do not wish to expound upon - nor to ever have to go through again. It was a nightmare that seemingly took an eternity to wake from.
But, awake, I am now. Awake enough to see. Awake enough to see things that genuinely hurt my soul. Awake enough to read the news, digest the facts,
and reflect upon all that I access. Awake enough to form opinions. Awake enough to collate data...
As I sit back, calm and with a clear head, I find myself asking a single, concise, and very clear question:
What the bloody Hell is wrong with us???
Divide and conquer is an ages old tactic and is an effective means of controlling a population. Everyone on ATS is clued into this fact and smart
enough to understand it. Some of us even see ourselves as above such influences. Yet, day after day, I read threads and see divide and conquer in all
of its glory. Not just entertained, but rabidly engaged in with all of the ferocity of Gladiatorial combatants filled with an insatiable blood
We know that we are being played against each other. We enter the fray utterly aware of this agenda. Yet it still happens the very moment we enter the
We entirely forsake logic and allow ourselves to become obsessively filled with the rhetorical biases of the home team. We embrace the propaganda as
we unsheathe our swords and run headlong into the carnage. Swinging wildly we repeat the talking points - even when we know they are wrong - as we
scream "No quarter!!!"
All the while, Nero and the elites sit in their Podium - enjoying the spectacle of watching those beneath them bathe in the blood of the weaker
participants. Wine flowing in the box seats, blood flowing on the sands. All for the fun of it. All for the glory of Rome.
It is clear to me why they revel in the war and discord. My question... Why do we seem to enjoy it so much too? Why are we
willing conspirators in our own demise?
At what point to do we all choose, as one, to stop bloodying the sands and refuse to play their games?