in just us ..or.. culture is still not your friend

Musing on the way the Somalian pirates are being portrayed in the media led me to the familiar conclusions regarding how inept journalists and producers of modern media are at actually being able to unbiasedly report on what is happening in the world.

 

With only a small amount of disengagement from ones own cultural assumptions we are able to see the so called pirates as the repressed people of their land standing up to the same old treatment handed to them from the disembodied  humans of desert death cult (ddc) basis.

 

It has not changed; just I have changed. By being able to actually remember what has happened via stories and being gifted with only a small amount of real critical thought. Not the critical thought taught by the modern brain washing institutions, like universities, but by life, nature and pure experience. View points expressed without ever being humbled by ones own ‘non-importance’ to anything gives one a window into perspectives of the world that enables some form of just-ness.

 

Murder, deception, manipulation, environmental destruction, greed and general un-compassionate actions of ddc people to others not of ‘their ilk’ reflects back many of these things again and again. Ohh, how we whinge and cry fowl when we start to believe our laws are real; laws that have been made by people, just like books are written by people. We most likely get our neurosis about the infallibility of our laws by believing that a book written by people came from somewhere not human. The most ultimate extra-terrestrial delusion expressed by ddc religion following members. Interesting!

 

The ability to believe such a thing shows just how removed from the natural order of the world we are, as former and current death-cult members have become. But we didn’t just become like this. It has been going on for a while. An interpretation of the very book that underpins the death-cult is that it is warning about believing the teachings of other humans! It is so ironic that some have really missed the point when it comes to being shown that we are fallible.

 

I’ve stopped this listening to the parrots of media on all sides. The fringe writers of doom and conspiracy too the hideous suited pretenders peddling child misunderstandings at the speed of light. I don’t even trust the voices in my own mind to tell me anything remotely true. My own inability to grasp even where I stand day to day moves me to viewpoints not palatable to the mass.

 

Worship up comrades, brethren, brothers and children, we will all die someday. As wind blows the mountains beside me into the sea, I’ll be here till my ending which makes no difference to anything at all.

Maybe.

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