- We all knew it would come.... It was
only a matter of time.
-
- It took root among us many long decades
ago. It feigned to grow slowly. At first it only whispered:
"FEED ME", in a low-key and righteous manner. "FEED
ME."
-
- Just a few prisoners here, a few black
men there, just an unsuspecting young soldier or two.
-
- They were victims, never missed.
-
- So...
-
- "FEED ME", it said, but now
it no longer was whispering...
-
- Still, no one really noticed.
-
- Oh, sure, there were a few malcontents
and crackpots who sat up and listened.
-
- "Say, Did you hear that"? They
asked America.
-
- No one replied, and so, those who listened...
were easily marginalized and quickly silenced.
-
- Now, the criminals grew bolder.
-
- "FEED ME" was soon audible
throughout the land.
-
- During the decades of the last half of
the twentieth century, what was once criminal caution turned increasingly
into criminal arrogance.
-
- FEED ME, FEED ME!.....More and more an
endemic and chronic Government secrecy paved the road to the overthrow
of the Republic.
-
- Like an acid, it disolved the bonds of
human dignity and facilitated the repudiation of the value of the individual
as a vital integer of a free nation.
-
- And... through it all, in the background
the roar grew stronger....
-
- FEED ME, FEED ME, FEED ME!
-
- Yet still America slept.
-
- Now, the criminals no longer needed
to fear. Criminal arrogance was soon replaced with criminal contempt!
-
- Contempt for you. Contempt
for me. Contempt!
-
- Criminal contempt.
-
- FEED ME, FEED ME, FEED ME!
-
- So, at long last, here we are.
Our journey nears its end...We are all infected. You may not realize
your disease yet.
-
- But you are infected. I am
infected.
-
- There may only be one sad small
difference between you and I.... I know my disease.... I realize I am infected.
-
- My control over my own fate, My sacred
right to exercise my ability to affect my own destiny; those things the
criminals stole first.
-
- Now, with each new day, I look anew upon
the mark of this bondage to which the contempt of criminals has
delivered me.
-
- And you? You who
have yet to see?
-
- You have also been sold. Now the sound
of the jackal is heard everywhere in the land.
-
- FEED ME, FEED ME, FEED ME!
-
- I do not pretend to know what fate my
new master holds in store for me. Of course it is easy to imagine
death in all its most painful and terrible forms. Yet, why is it
so difficult to only believe that this is a benign infection? Perhaps a
mistake? Tomorrow I will wake and shake off this nightmare?
-
- I find myself grasping at hope with a
ferocity that equals that which now grips me, as it also grips you.
-
- Criminals have stolen among us like assassins
at the stroke of midnight. It is a cold, merciless hand that touches
everyone. The sound of it befouls every thing.
-
- FEED ME!
-
- Alas, my friends, you do not yet even
realize that the criminal hand flies each day above all you have ever loved.
-
- Even now, it grips your children as they
play in the school yard. It throttles your retired parents as they
unsuspectingly set out to see an America that is no more. It comes
for you because it must.
-
- It has an insatiable need:
-
- FEED ME, FEED ME, FEED ME!
-
- And so it is that an unnatural
appetite devours an America where once, some decades ago, just a few official
criminals were allowed to become criminally arrogant, testing their poisons
on just a few other lesser criminals.
-
- Until at long last, like thieves in the
night, they finally came for us all.
-
- Such treason! Our own flesh and blood!
-
- Our own fellow citizens! And now
our own kith and kin rob us of that which is the most precious of God's
gifts:
-
- Our future.
-
- And the cock crowed thrice!
-
- FEED ME, FEED ME, FEED ME!
-
- In closing, dear reader, if there is
indeed a hell, then in the darkest corner of fiery torment, may those who
have brought this fabric of darkness forth upon our world, receive
their just wages.
-
- We must continue to believe that someday
there will come a champion.
-
- That we will someday behold our
own Pale Rider.
-
- That there will rise up an
avenging wraith armed with a sword of justice and it will be wielded
against the criminal wrongs done to unsuspecting men and women.
-
- Our faith must give life to that
yet unknown avenger for the loss of our innocent little children.
Those babes, who even now, are fain to taste the sorrowful sweet
joy of life.
-
- For this, we will find the strength to
persevere. We will find the will to live.
-
- ...And even if it is only for the venal
satisfaction of being there on the day when this horrid spawn, this creation
of evil, has been rooted out and damned to the blackest of eternity's fires.
-
- And........Even if only it is to hear
the words:
-
- WE INDICT THEE, WE INDICT THEE,
and....WE CONDEMN THEE.
-
- BUT FEED THEE, ...WE WILL NOT!
-
- For on that day, and only then, will
we, as a species,...
-
- Rest In Peace.
-
- - CliffMickelson
-
- *****************
-
- SEE BELOW:
-
- Extracted from Nexus Magazine, Volume
8, Number 5 (August-September 2001)
-
- I - PATHOGENIC MYCOPLASMA
-
- A Common Disease Agent Weaponised
- There are 200 species of Mycoplasma.
Most are innocuous and do no harm; only four or five are pathogenic. Mycoplasma
fermentans (incognitus strain) probably comes from the nucleus of the Brucella
bacterium. This disease agent is not a bacterium and not a virus;
it is a mutated form of the Brucella bacterium, combined with a visna virus,
from which the mycoplasma is extracted.
-
- The pathogenic Mycoplasma used to be
very innocuous, but biological warfare research conducted between 1942
and the present time has resulted in the creation of more deadly and infectious
forms of Mycoplasma. Researchers extracted this mycoplasma from the
Brucella bacterium and actually reduced the disease to a crystalline form.
They "weaponised" it and tested it on an unsuspecting public
in North America.
- Dr Maurice Hilleman, chief virologist
for the pharmaceutical company Merck Sharp & Dohme, stated that this
disease agent is now carried by everybody in North America and possibly
most people throughout the world.
-
- (end snip)
-
- http://educate-yourself.org/cn/mycoplasmalinkingpathogenNexussep01.shtml
-
-
- Comment
Cory S.
7-8-6
-
- I knew it would come... it would only
be a matter of time.
-
- Taking root amongst the thick, seemingly
endless cloud of adverbs and metaphors, it could only remain hidden for
a matter of time. Soon... Yes, soon I knew it must reveal itself.
-
- "Read... me..." it whispered
in a breathy, sensual tone that piqued my nubile curiosity. I knew it wouldn't
be long now.
-
- But the deeper I waded into the stagnant,
murky pool of literary elements that was this article, the more stealthily
it seemed to elude my advances.
-
- Still, I could hear it calling out to
me... A perverse siren drawing me in, seducing me with promises of some
grand finale, some mind-bending conclusion that would give every word a
haunting significance and make the entire experience worthwhile.
-
- "READ ME..." It persisted,
now with a hint of stern dominance which I had not previously sensed.
-
- ....Dare I?
-
- Dare, I did indeed. Deeper into the depths
I delved, searching, searching...
-
- "READ ME!" it now shrieked,
shrill as a fishwife. No longer was it a request.
-
- Nay.... This was a command.
-
- But alas, my dearest reader, there was
no turning back now. I had not come this far only to scurry away without
tearing that for which I had been searching from it's womb of pathetic
fallacy and grandiose phrasing. Further and further into the article I
peered, searching between lines, between the very letters. And then it
began to dawn on me.
-
- Had I finally found IT? Had IT finally
come?
-
- Nay, I say....Nay.
-
- It was with great weeping and torment
that the scales began to fall from my eyes... the horrific truth finally
became as clear to me as the purest crystal.
-
- IT had never even existed. There was
no IT.
-
- "It", of course being the conclusion
or "point", if you will, to the above article. Notice how, after
an unnecessary amount of build up and suspense, I at last revealed what
I was talking about? Unfortunately, Mr. Mickelson chose a different approach
when writing his article.
-
- He utilized every shred of poetic diction
he could muster, every literary element know to man, homages and allusions
to every author and style in recorded history (including but not limited
to the 1960's cult classic "Little Shop of Horrors"), but conveniently
neglected to provide the one key element an article needs: A point to reading
it.
-
- In short, I came away from this stunned
bewildered, not knowing whether I had just finished the cliff notes for
an actual article, or an excerpt from R.L. Stein's latest novel. Or perhaps,
just maybe, this was meant to be a "To be Continued" style series
of articles.
-
- If so, I will make sure to stay tuned
until next week for the exciting conclusion.
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