Who is to blame for 9/11? Is it Bush, the Muslims, or the Jews? The blame game is a popular misdirection, and a very useful tool for manipulating the masses. I am so sick of being manipulated. I believe only a portion of what I read, and even less of what I hear. The real war we are fighting is not a racial war; racism is merely a tool. Nor is it a ‘war on terror.’ I submit, dear readers, that we are smack dab in the middle of a class war, of which 9/11 was merely a skirmish!
I think a few questions are in order. Why did the Bush family escort the Bin Laden family out of the country when no one else could charter a plane right after 9/11? Could it be because they are buddies and members of the same club? These were prime witnesses, and they weren’t even questioned! They were cordially escorted out of harm’s way by our illustrious Commander in Chief. And did we ever capture Bin Laden? No! That wasn’t the plan, evidently. We are supposed to be fighting terror, yet the U.S. originally worked with Pakistan to create the Taliban for an anti-communist jihad. The U.S. government funds and helps create terrorist groups on one hand, then the President of our nation declares that if you are not with us, then you are with the terrorists. America also sells weapons of mass destruction to just about anyone anywhere. The U.S. borders are wide open, and airport guards search little old ladies who try to hold onto their gel shoe inserts. This is insanity!
It is the rich against the poor, the haves against the have-nots. It doesn’t matter what your race is, just how rich you are. No ruling elite is exempt from membership in the global elite good old boys club, no matter what country he/she owns. The global elites pit the masses against each other using the race card and any other propaganda techniques they can muster up, then watch their plans unfurl under the mantra ‘order from chaos.’
These actions only make sense when one understands that the global elites have no real national or regional loyalties. Their only loyalties lie with the size of their bank accounts, and they only associate with others of the same class. If you are rich enough, you do what you want to, when you want to, and where you want to. The best part is that you can pay for the privilege of not having to see the disastrous results of your endeavors on the great unwashed who are systematically poisoned, displaced like scattered anthills and herded like sheep. When you live in a mansion surrounded by your own private army, you can get pretty cocky.
Ah, the money class
. Members of this class do not mingle with the lower class. They would no more think of stopping off at the nearest Wal-Mart for Mattel toys with the spiffy paint imported from China than they would install outhouses equipped with Sears catalogues in their backyards. It ain’t gonna happen, folks. The Wal-Marts are for the worker bees. The cheap stuff is for the serfs. You know, the worker bees in the ‘not enough money to count’ category - the expendable ones.
These global elites are not my friends, and they most certainly are not yours either. That is, unless you rank in the super-rich category. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think that all rich people are degenerate, just the ones bent on taking over the world and making it their private little playground with little worker bees doing the grunt work. And what about the bees? It doesn’t matter if they speak good English, or follow the rules, or are model citizens of intrepid behavior. They are simply not good enough, and possibly not even human because they fall into the ‘not enough money to count’ category.
So, with all the world’s resources at their fingertips, and a healthy disdain for those not in the same good old boys club as they are, why wouldn’t the global elites do what they want, when they want, where they want, and to whom they want? I guess you just can’t buy morals. Integrity is simply too expensive an alternative. It is much easier to get your own way through intimidation, lies, deceit, treachery, and scare tactics all at the expense of a few expendable worker bees.
Can there still be any doubt as to why the borders are wide open and little old ladies are hanging on for dear life to their gel shoe inserts at the airport? It’s all about class. It really doesn’t matter to the global elite what happens to the serfs, as long as they comply, and go willingly off to the slaughter like good little sheep. The worker bees exist merely to serve. Besides, as I said before, they are expendable. Another martini? Why of course! Maybe we could hop in the jet this morning and fly to Rio for lunch. After all, the class war machine rolls on, and we won’t have to think of another strategy to control the masses for a few more hours.
Copyright 2007, Barbara H. Peterson