REMEMBERING 9/11

9/11 was one of those rare Times in Human History, when those of us who were alive, remember where we were, and what we were doing.

The only other Time in my life before that, was the Assassination of President Kennedy in 1963. I was a labourer for the Foundation Company of CanaDa on the Distant Early Warning Line, (DEW Line) the 1st line of Radar Warning before Spy Satellites existed, of a surprise Soviet bomber attack over the North Pole.

The foundation is laid, but the Warning Line is no longer Distant, and it’s getting Late.

20 years before 9/11, in 1981, I was moved by the Spirit of my Faith, to hitch hike the 6800 mile round trip from Ottawa, to White Horse in the Yukon, to draw attention to the Rider on the White Horse described in Revelation 19:11,

And I saw heaven opened, and behold a white horse; and he that sat upon him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he does judge and make war.

That was Chronicled by The White Horse Star, CanaDa’s National Magazine, MacLeans, and Newspapers from Coast to Coast sent over the Wire by The Canadian Press.

Fast forward to 2001. I was doing my Courier deliveries in CanaDa’s Capital, Ottawa. I heard it as a News Bulletin on my radio. I was stunned, as was everyone else, at every place on my delivery route.
All I could say to everyone that Day was these words, “The World as we knew it, ended Today,” and I was just as stunned as everyone else, since I had no foreknowledge of 9/11, other than acting on my Faith in 1981.

THE REVELATION OF JESUS CHRIST: From 19/11 to 9/11

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The purpose of this Post is to draw attention to the memories of a young 20 year old Edward Snowden on that Day, now wanted as an accused Fugitive Criminal of the US Injustice system, for exposing to Americans and the World, the US NSA, has the capability to store all the phone calls, email, text or Message anybody and everybody ever sent or received, and if anyone comes to their attention, they can call up the communications of that Person of Interest and anyone they communicated with.

LEAKED US MILITARY MANUAL FOR POLICING HOMELAND INTERNMENT CAMPS FOR POLITICAL DISSIDENTS

What could be read in how he describes the Psychological, Emotional and Spiritual conflict 9/11 unleashed in him that Day, leading to the Fugitive he is now.
It’s a teaser, being only pages 9-12 in his Book, but there is no doubt it is inspired by the same Spirit that motivated me in 1981, and has Common Cause with us all.

https://edwardsnowden.substack.com/p/9-12

Pandemonium, chaos: our most ancient forms of terror. They both refer to a collapse of order and the panic that rushes in to fill the void. For as long as I live, I’ll remember retracing my way up Canine Road—the road past the NSA’s headquarters—after the Pentagon was attacked. Madness poured out of the agency’s black glass towers, a tide of yelling, ringing cell phones, and cars revving up in the parking lots and fighting their way onto the street. At the moment of the worst terrorist attack in American history, the staff of the NSA—the major signals intelligence agency of the American Intelligence Community (IC)—was abandoning its work by the thousands, and I was swept up in the flood.

NSA director Michael Hayden issued the order to evacuate before most of the country even knew what had happened. Subsequently, the NSA and the CIA—which also evacuated all but a skeleton crew from its own headquarters on 9/11—would explain their behaviour by citing a concern that one of the agencies might potentially, possibly, perhaps be the target of the fourth and last hijacked airplane, United Airlines Flight 93, rather than, say, the White House or Capitol.

I sure as hell wasn’t thinking about the next likeliest targets as I crawled through the gridlock, with everyone trying to get their cars out of the same parking lot simultaneously. I wasn’t thinking about anything at all. What I was doing was obediently following along, in what today I recall as one totalizing moment—a clamour of horns (I don’t think I’d ever heard a car horn at an American military installation before) and out-of-phase radios shrieking the news of the South Tower’s collapse while the drivers steered with their knees and feverishly pressed redial on their phones. I can still feel it—the present-tense emptiness every time my call was dropped by an overloaded cell network, and the gradual realization that, cut off from the world and stalled bumper to bumper, even though I was in the driver’s seat, I was just a passenger.

The stoplights on Canine Road gave way to humans, as the NSA’s special police went to work directing traffic. In the ensuing hours, days, and weeks they’d be joined by convoys of Humvees topped with machine guns, guarding new roadblocks and checkpoints. Many of these new security measures became permanent, supplemented by endless rolls of wire and massive installations of surveillance cameras. With all this security, it became difficult for me to get back on base and drive past the NSA—until the day I was employed there.

Try to remember the biggest family event you’ve ever been to—maybe a family reunion. How many people were there? Maybe 30, 50? Though all of them together comprise your family, you might not really have gotten the chance to know each and every individual member. Dunbar’s number, the famous estimate of how many relationships you can meaningfully maintain in life, is just 150. Now think back to school. How many people were in your class in grade school, and in high school? How many of them were friends, and how many others did you just know as acquaintances, and how many still others did you simply recognize? If you went to school in the United States, let’s say it’s a thousand. It certainly stretches the boundaries of what you could say are all “your people,” but you may still have felt a bond with them.

Nearly three thousand people died on 9/11. Imagine everyone you love, everyone you know, even everyone with a familiar name or just a familiar face—and imagine they’re gone. Imagine the empty houses. Imagine the empty school, the empty classrooms. All those people you lived among, and who together formed the fabric of your days, just not there anymore. The events of 9/11 left holes. Holes in families, holes in communities. Holes in the ground.

Now, consider this: over one million people have been killed in the course of America’s response.

The two decades since 9/11 have been a litany of American destruction by way of American self-destruction, with the promulgation of secret policies, secret laws, secret courts, and secret wars, whose traumatizing impact—whose very existence—the US government has repeatedly classified, denied, disclaimed, and distorted. After having spent roughly half that period as an employee of the American Intelligence Community and roughly the other half in exile, I know better than most how often the agencies get things wrong. I know, too, how the collection and analysis of intelligence can inform the production of disinformation and propaganda, for use as frequently against America’s allies as its enemies—and sometimes against its own citizens. Yet even given that knowledge, I still struggle to accept the sheer magnitude and speed of the change, from an America that sought to define itself by a calculated and preformative respect for dissent to a security state whose militarized police demand obedience, drawing their guns and issuing the order for total submission now heard in every city: “Stop resisting.”

This is why whenever I try to understand how the last two decades happened, I return to that September—to that ground-zero day and its immediate aftermath. To return to that fall means coming up against a truth darker than the lies that tied the Taliban to al-Qaeda and conjured up Saddam Hussein’s illusory stockpile of WMDs. It means, ultimately, confronting the fact that the carnage and abuses that marked my young adulthood were born not only in the executive branch and the intelligence agencies, but also in the hearts and minds of all Americans, myself included.

I remember escaping the panicked crush of the spies fleeing Fort Meade just as the North Tower came down. Once on the highway, I tried to steer with one hand while pressing buttons with the other, calling family indiscriminately and never getting through. Finally I managed to get in touch with my mother, who at this point in her career had left the NSA and was working as a clerk for the federal courts in Baltimore. They, at least, weren’t evacuating.

Her voice scared me, and suddenly the only thing in the world that mattered to me was reassuring her.

“It’s okay. I’m headed off base,” I said. “Nobody’s in New York, right?”

“I don’t—I don’t know. I can’t get in touch with Gran.”

“Is Pop in Washington?”

“He could be in the Pentagon for all I know.”

The breath went out of me. By 2001, Pop had retired from the Coast Guard and was now a senior official in the FBI, serving as one of the heads of its aviation section. This meant that he spent plenty of time in plenty of federal buildings throughout DC and its environs.

Before I could summon any words of comfort, my mother spoke again.“There’s someone on the other line. It might be Gran. I’ve got to go.”

When she didn’t call me back, I tried her number endlessly but couldn’t get through, so I went home to wait, sitting in front of the blaring TV while I kept reloading news sites. The new cable modem we had was quickly proving more resilient than all of the telecom satellites and cell towers, which were failing across the country.

My mother’s drive back from Baltimore was a slog through crisis traffic. She arrived in tears, but we were among the lucky ones. Pop was safe.

The next time we saw Gran and Pop, there was a lot of talk—about Christmas plans, about New Year’s plans—but the Pentagon and the towers were never mentioned.

My father, by contrast, vividly recounted his 9/11 to me. He was at Coast Guard Headquarters when the towers were hit, and he and three of his fellow officers left their offices in the Operations Directorate to find a conference room with a screen so they could watch the news coverage. A young officer rushed past them down the hall and said, “They just bombed the Pentagon.” Met with expressions of disbelief, the young officer repeated, “I’m serious—they just bombed the Pentagon.” My father hustled over to a wall-length window that gave him a view across the Potomac of about two-fifths of the Pentagon and swirling clouds of thick black smoke.

The more that my father related this memory, the more intrigued I became by the line: “They just bombed the Pentagon.” Every time he said it, I recall thinking, “They”? Who were “They”?

America immediately divided the world into “Us” and “Them,” and everyone was either with “Us” or against “Us,” as President Bush so memorably remarked even while the rubble was still smoldering. People in my neighborhood put up new American flags, as if to show which side they’d chosen. People hoarded red, white, and blue Dixie cups and stuffed them through every chain-link fence on every overpass of every highway between my mother’s home and my father’s, to spell out phrases like UNITED WE STAND and STAND TOGETHER NEVER FORGET.

I sometimes used to go to a shooting range and now alongside the old targets, the bull’s-eyes and flat silhouettes, were effigies of men in Arab headdress. Guns that had languished for years behind the dusty glass of the display cases were now marked SOLD. Americans also lined up to buy cell phones, hoping for advance warning of the next attack, or at least the ability to say good-bye from a hijacked flight.

Nearly a hundred thousand spies returned to work at the agencies with the knowledge that they’d failed at their primary job, which was protecting America. Think of the guilt they were feeling. They had the same anger as everybody else, but they also felt the guilt. An assessment of their mistakes could wait. What mattered most at that moment was that they redeem themselves. Meanwhile, their bosses got busy campaigning for extraordinary budgets and extraordinary powers, leveraging the threat of terror to expand their capabilities and mandates beyond the imagination not just of the public but even of those who stamped the approvals.

September 12 was the first day of a new era, which America faced with a unified resolve, strengthened by a revived sense of patriotism and the goodwill and sympathy of the world. In retrospect, my country could have done so much with this opportunity. It could have treated terror not as the theological phenomenon it purported to be, but as the crime it was. It could have used this rare moment of solidarity to reinforce democratic values and cultivate resilience in the now-connected global public.

Instead, it went to war.

The greatest regret of my life is my reflexive, unquestioning support for that decision. I was outraged, yes, but that was only the beginning of a process in which my heart completely defeated my rational judgment. I accepted all the claims retailed by the media as facts, and I repeated them as if I were being paid for it. I wanted to be a liberator. I wanted to free the oppressed. I embraced the truth constructed for the good of the state, which in my passion I confused with the good of the country. It was as if whatever individual politics I’d developed had crashed—the anti-institutional hacker ethos instilled in me online, and the apolitical patriotism I’d inherited from my parents, both wiped from my system—and I’d been rebooted as a willing vehicle of vengeance. The sharpest part of the humiliation comes from acknowledging how easy this transformation was, and how readily I welcomed it.

I wanted, I think, to be part of something. Prior to 9/11, I’d been ambivalent about serving because it had seemed pointless, or just boring. Everyone I knew who’d served had done so in the post–Cold War world order, between the fall of the Berlin Wall and the attacks of 2001. In that span, which coincided with my youth, America lacked for enemies. The country I grew up in was the sole global superpower, and everything seemed—at least to me, or to people like me—prosperous and settled. There were no new frontiers to conquer or great civic problems to solve, except online. The attacks of 9/11 changed all that. Now, finally, there was a fight.

My options dismayed me, however. I thought I could best serve my country behind a terminal, but a normal IT job seemed too comfortable and safe for this new world of asymmetrical conflict. I hoped I could do something like in the movies or on TV—those hacker-versus-hacker scenes with walls of virus-warning blinkenlights, tracking enemies and thwarting their schemes. Unfortunately for me, the primary agencies that did that—the NSA, the CIA—had their hiring requirements written a half century ago and often rigidly required a traditional college degree, meaning that though the tech industry considered my AACC credits and MCSE certification acceptable, the government wouldn’t. The more I read around online, however, the more I realized that the post-9/11 world was a world of exceptions. The agencies were growing so much and so quickly, especially on the technical side, that they’d sometimes waive the degree requirement for military veterans. It’s then that I decided to join up.

You might be thinking that my decision made sense, or was inevitable, given my family’s record of service. But it didn’t and it wasn’t. By enlisting, I was as much rebelling against that well-established legacy as I was conforming to it—because after talking to recruiters from every branch, I decided to join the army, whose leadership some in my Coast Guard family had always considered the crazy uncles of the US military.

When I told my mother, she cried for days. I knew better than to tell my father, who’d already made it very clear during hypothetical discussions that I’d be wasting my technical talents there. I was twenty years old; I knew what I was doing.

The day I left, I wrote my father a letter—handwritten, not typed—that explained my decision, and slipped it under the front door of his apartment. It closed with a statement that still makes me wince. “I’m sorry, Dad,” I wrote, “but this is vital for my personal growth.”

BORN AGAIN-77 Going on 46

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To all the People following this Blog, Peace be with you!

Today is my 46th Birthday, my Spiritual Birthday, the Day I came aware and alive to God living in me.

In practical terms, Born Again means I, and everybody else, has the same chance to start a New Life all over again, learning to identify and grow in the Ways of the Spirit, letting go of the self-centred, money loving and serving ways of this Material World Day by Day, in every Day called Today. It’s a life long Journey leaning, Practising the Faith, making mistakes, but not quitting and enduring to the End!

The last article posted was just over a year ago. I would expect most of the People getting the email notice of this addition probably forgot they were following my Blog. I’m sorry about that. To be honest, I became discouraged in keeping it up. Views were doubling from year to year until Google changed their algorithm and suddenly, views took a 2/3 drop, going down year after year. Before the Google algorithm change, my Blog appeared in the results of so many Google searches where People didn’t know it existed but many clicked on it.

This is a sample of some of those search terms, canada, liberty bell, armageddon, angels of god, gulf war, eisenhower, venice beach, skies, angel with sword, damascus, pope paul vi, jesus, calgary, all you need is love, st. john’s newfoudland, marijuana, 1st gulf war, sodom, montreal, revelation, papal crown, jewish temple, mother teresa, hot sun, 1973 oil crisis, predator drone, cold war weapons, military industrial complex, antichrist vs jesus, and so many other Google search terms. That doesn’t happen anymore.

As an example, in my own estimation, one of the most significant of my posts is the article SIGNS OF THE TIMES. If you search Google for those terms, with their advanced search engine, it doesn’t even show up in the results. Searching for “rayjc signs of the times” it’s the 1st result. It’s not that Google banned me. Anyone knowing my name and searching for “ray joseph cormier” with the quotes, will find 30 pages of results exclusively on my Internet footprint, and that’s only half of the places where I commented.

It’s not that I’ve given up the struggle. I’ve made over 8000 comments in The Washington Post alone, analyzing significant unfolding News events, and with the passage of Time, on average, my analysis was more accurate and prescient than many paid Professionals. I comment in many other News sites Daily.

Where I think this world is at in General Terms by the Revelation in the details, is described by these words in the Revelation,

And the NATIONS WERE ANGRY AND YOUR WRATH is come, and the TIME of the dead, (spiritually dead) that they should be judged, and that you should give reward to your servants the prophets, and to the saints, and them that fear your name, small and great; and should destroy them which destroy the earth. Revelation 11:18

Therefore rejoice, you heavens, and you that dwell in them. Woe to the inhabitants of the earth and of the sea! for the devil is come down unto you, having GREAT WRATH, because he knows that he has but a short time. Revelation 12:12
Everyone can see the WRATH and ANGER growing and unfolding in our World, especially in the US, but who can discern WHICH WRATH IS WHICH?

For Today, this is what I see that concerns me.

The Israeli Star of David is on the back of EVERY American Dollar.

The Bible warns, ‘Behold, I come as a thief. Blessed is he that watches, and keeps his garments, lest he walk naked, and they see his shame.’

Is there is any significance to the fact, Jews hold all the Top National Security Positions in the Biden Cabinet?
My Faith in Jesus, King of the Jews, makes me a Jew.
Still, I have to be mindful of Revelation 2:9 & 3:9.

This is at a Time when Israel wants the US to fight it’s War with Iran, and told Biden, if he returns to the Iran Nuclear Deal, Israel will attack Iran without the US, blowing up the recent Trump-Arab-Israeli Peace Treaties/Arms Deals, and the entire Middle East, as the Revelation of Jesus Christ records will happen during the Revelation, ‘And he gathered them together into a place called in the Hebrew tongue Armageddon.’

Armageddon was derived from Har Megiddo located in Occupied Palestine when Jesus walked throughout the Land.
Israel disappeared as a kingdom some 700 years earlier.

Armageddon/Har Megiddo still exists but is now under the control of Israel re-created from the Bible, and 2000 years later, the Occupation of Palestine is still an unresolved open wound in the Middle East and the World.

Biden already laid down the gauntlet with Putin, by appointing Victoria Nuland to his Cabinet in the Position of Secretary of State for Political Affairs.

Americans have short memories with the rapidly changing News Cycle.

It was the Obama/Biden/Clinton/ Nuland regime that orchestrated the 2014 Coup
d’Etat in Ukraine, changing the Russian friendly government the majority Russian speaking Ukrainians in Crimea and East Ukraine VOTED FOR, for a Neo-Nazi anti-Russian government.

It was that US aggression that precipitated the rebellion in the East, and moved Russia to annex Crimea that was part of Russia from 1778 to 1954, when it was turned over to Ukraine Administration as an Autonomous Region, when Ukraine was part of the Soviet Union.
The Russian annexation of Crimea is more Legitimate than the US approved Israeli annexation of Syria’s Golan Heights.

The US has made regime change of governments it can’t control as American as Apple Pie.

The 2014 US orchestrated Coup in Ukraine was the FINAL STRAW for Putin, waking him up to realize it was futile trying to appease the US and the West for better Relations, when Russia would not be assimilated into the Western Orbit, unless it was willing to abandon it’s National Sovereignty, and become just another US Vassal State.

Then the US led Arms Race supplying more Weapons of War, Death and Destruction than Russia and China combined, would have no further Justification.

There’s no Justification for it anyway!
Fresh off his experience as Supreme Military Commander in WWII. General-President Eisenhower, the LAST Real Commander-in-Chief, at the Beginning of his Presidency in 1953 said,
“Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed.

This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children.

The cost of one modern heavy bomber is this: a modern brick school in more than 30 cities.
It is two electric power plants, each serving a town of 60,000 population.
It is two fine, fully equipped hospitals.
It is some fifty miles of concrete pavement.
We pay for a single fighter plane with a half million bushels of wheat.
We pay for a single destroyer with new homes that could have housed more than 8,000 people.

This is, I repeat, the best way of life to be found on the road the world has been taking. This is not a way of life at all, in any true sense.
Under the cloud of threatening war, it is humanity hanging from a Cross of Iron.

General-President Eisenhower Cross of Iron speech, April 16, 1953

Those costs were when the US Defence Budget was only $60 BILLION. TODAY, it’s $740 BILLION!

After 8 years as President, Eisenhower had the same warning in his 1961 Military-Industrial Complex retirement speech,

“In the councils of government, we must guard against the acquisition of unwarranted influence, whether sought or unsought, by the military industrial complex. The potential for the disastrous rise of misplaced power exists and will persist. We must never let the weight of this combination endanger our liberties or democratic processes. We should take nothing for granted. Only an alert and knowledgeable citizenry can compel the proper meshing of the huge industrial and military machinery of defence with our peaceful methods and goals, so that security and liberty may prosper together.”

Military-Industrial Complex Speech, Dwight D. Eisenhower, 1961

Who listens anymore?

Now even more will be required as Americans will have to face Joint Russia-China
retaliation against any US aggression pushing to that point of no return.
That RUDE awakening for Putin was what motivated him to enter the 2011 Syrian World War a year later, in 2015, and along with his Allies Assad and General Soleimani, STOPPED the 2001 US WAR PLAN in it’s tracks, to change the Assad government.

The US NEVER Learns from it’s delusions and mistakes.

Trump, the Law and Order Man, used US Troops like Common Thieves and a
Criminal Gang, already being in Syria in violation of International Law, and using them to STEAL Syria’s oil. Americans don’t care. The Biden Administration has not changed that.

They can’t see, if Trump can STEAL outright in a Foreign Land Americans don’t give attention to, it’s not beyond him to STEAL the US Election after the majority of American Voters fired him.

According to the whistle-blower, US General Wesley Clark revealed in 2007, BEFORE the demise of Libya and Syria in 2011, the US came out with WAR PLANS within 2 weeks of 9/11 to changing the regimes of Iraq, Libya, Syria, Lebanon and at THE END, Iran.
Lebanon is now the latest failed State because of that 2001 US WAR PLAN.

There can be NO DOUBT Trump was following that 2001 US WAR PLAN, leading to THE END with IRAN. With Biden’s Jewish Dominated Cabinet, he will likely continue to follow that 2001 US WAR PLAN.

The Husband of the Vice-President is Jewish as are these People,
Secretary of the Treasury
Attorney General
Secretary of Homeland Security
Director of National Intelligence Director of the Central Intelligence Agency.
Secretary of State
Deputy Secretary of State
Secretary of State for Political Affairs
Office of Science and Technology Policy White House Chief of Staff

I just read about this 2nd tier staffing,
On Wednesday, Mother Jones and NBC News reported that a top Biden national security aide who is an expert on Russian cyber had given over half a million dollars to AIPAC in recent years through a family foundation. And the aide’s husband is on the AIPAC executive council in Baltimore.

AIPAC is of course the leading Israel lobby group, which supports everything the right wing Israeli government does, from persecuting Palestinians to threatening Iran.

The Destructive Plan Behind the Biden Russia Agenda

A Sorry Solipsistic Siren Song
Around him in his court some scribes he kept
Who with informal nicknames proved adept
At not reporting all the times he slept
Or all the tasks at which he proved inept
As war up on our napping nation crept

Our vain imposter in a bubble ruled
A people often and completely fooled
Rejoicing in a leader so unschooled
That when he tried to speak he merely drooled
While in Iraq blood splattered, spread, and pooled

He felt no urgent need to change or tack
Because his troops, not he, absorbed the flak
He vowed to never waver or turn back
His yokel yodel, yammering, and yak
Left no doubt that his skull contained a crack

He found the country’s magic credit card
Left lying in the country’s open yard
Which meant he’d caught the country off its guard
Which others, too, found scarcely very hard:
A haughty herd hoist by its own petard

For who had placed such emptiness on top?
Who harvested this hollow, stunted crop?
Who let an addict start who couldn’t stop?
Who’d rather drink a river than a drop
Who needed babysitters as a prop

It doesn’t look too good for Uncle Sam
Whose credit rating just received a slam
For gambling debts from gamblers on the lam
Most notably the chief commanding sham
Who has a brain that doesn’t weigh a gram

Now trapped within the web of lies he spun
More dangerous than Cheney with a gun
(Who, when he aims at quail, the lawyers run)
His bloody mess he aims to leave undone
Few lesser “leaders” breathe beneath the sun

The nightlight shining softly by his bed
Illuminates an empty sleeping head
His dreams result in many people dead
His ancestors now hide in shameful dread
Embarrassed by the fool their genes have bred

Yet no one seems to know just what to do
About a man who governs for the few
Who takes a jaunty jaded jaundiced view
Of those he sees as subjects he can screw
Or troops that he can bleed till they turn blue

His party and his pundits say they see
Some pants invisible to you and me
Which only those with his same pedigree
Would witness by imperial decree
Or, when so ordered, drop their own and pee

Not much is left of that proud liberty
That once Americans considered free
Now stolen by this spawn of larceny
Who stamps as “secret” his known perfidy
Who cannot face the truth, his enemy

He says we can’t be trusted if we know
What he has done and how he plans to blow
More billions causing needless blood to flow
With nothing ever offered up to show
Why he should not up on the scaffold go

A necktie party, yes, might do the trick
Some tar and feathers, too, for George and Dick
Who’ve earned their names: the Codpiece and the Prick
Who sold some snake oil to the deathly sick
Who ordered much but never served a lick

Ulysses chained himself but not his crew
Their ears he stopped against the sounds that slew
And thus they rowed through waves and winds that grew
While he strove with the only gods he knew
So he could pass, yet hear their music, too

But our King George the Worst stays on the docks
And waves “goodbye” as troopships leave the locks
His motto: “After You!” no longer shocks
As he hires other men to tend his flocks
While carpetbagger cronies hump their stocks

Which leads us to Barack Obama, known
For making Dubya’s wars his very own
And adding to them others which have grown
(Through profligate employment of the drone)
Into the body-count and free-fire zone

Which our lost War on Southeast Asia taught
Us to regard as sure-fire proof of naught
But only bogus bullshit numbers fraught
With lies our “leaders” sold themselves, then bought
Which only left them on the hook and caught

So Dimwit Dubya has a dark-skinned clone:
Obama, whose failed wars have only shown
That no amount of more war can atone
For waging stupid murder from the throne
Of presidential twerp testosterone

A sorry solipsistic siren song
A darkness deeper than the night is long
In their mad minds no right can do a wrong
And fatal weakness only signals strong
A blind man would have seen it all along

Michael Murry, “The Misfortune Teller,” Copyright 2006-2015

Required Reading for those who think Common Sense and Common Humanity should Prevail in these Trying Times.

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via Aftermath–The Iran War After The Soleimani Assassination The Polemicist

With the US and Iran only in a PAUSE, still at the Brink of Armageddon/WWIII, why doesn’t the MSM talk up this RECENT, Unfolding History as a Major Influence for the whole unfolding Reality, that would make the Politicians and the People address the Facts?
Netanyahu to US Congress, September 12, 2002 ” If YOU take out Saddam, Saddam’s regime, I GUARANTEE YOU that it will have enormous positive reverberations on the region, The reverberations of what will happen with the collapse of Saddam’s regime, could very well cause an implosion in a neighbor regime like Iran”
Americans and Iraqis lost many lives and treasure with the destruction of Netanyahu’s WAR against Saddam, and cannot make a claim on his GUARANTEE. Proved dead wrong the dead number over a MILLION PEOPLE, the consequences still unfolding in the World.Iran didn’t implode. It increased influence in it’s own part of the World with the illegal 2003 US invasion of Iraq.
The God of Israel didn’t listen to Netanyahu but Americans do.

Netanyahu spoke to a Joint Session of the US Congress in 2015, getting standing ovations by delirious, non-partisan, Republicans and Democrats, calling for the US to reject the Iran Nuclear deal.
Trump withdrew from the Iran Nuclear Deal on May 8, 2018.

What will be the consequences for the US Economic War Trump is waging against Iran for Netanyahu, designed to destroy the Iranian Economy supporting it’s 80 MILLION people before having to resort to bombs?
Designating Iran’s Military as a terrorist Organization at Netanyahu’s request brings dropping the bombs closer, and murdering such as High Official in the Iranian Government in the person of General Soleimani closer still.
Netanyahu was the only head of government to attend the February 2019, US organized, anti-Iran Foreign Ministers meeting in Warsaw, leading the charge for War with Iran.
Wasn’t Iraq enough? Will Americans be stupid enough to follow Netanyahu a 2nd Time, leading the US to War with Iran?
It appears under Trump/Kushner, kings in Israel, Americans are that Dumb!!!
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