Manifest om Det 21. Århundrede

 af morton_h, the blogger

De dårlige undskyldningers tid er forbi

De store uimodsagtes løgnes tid er forbi

- når sandheden skal siges

De falske ideologiers og designerreligioners tid er forbi

Oligarkernes og ågerkarlenes store illusionstid er ikke længere punkterfri

Der er endnu ingen, der har opdaget det

- ikke løgnerne, ideologerne, præsterne og oligarkerne

Tider med fri bar og tornerosesøvn er forbi

Tider med godnatnistorier for det historieløse menneske er forbi

- for længst og forgangen

Tider med overgivelse af manges ansvar til få udvalgte er forbi

Tider med syngen i kor med bind for øjnene er forbi

Der er ikke så mange, der har opdaget det

- ikke de sovende, de historieløse, de uansvarlige og de opstemte korsangere

Henvisning til lykkelig uvidenhed hører nu til blandt dårlige undskyldninger

Fjernsynskiggernes meningsdannelser er irrelevante

- for resten og for evigt

Ordet stemmeurne indeholder lugten af lig

Deltagelse i psykopatiske nationers krigshandlinger er en deltagende forbrydelse

- medmisbrugeren er ligeså god som misbrugeren, kolportøren er lige så god som aktøren

Der er kun få, der har opdaget det

- ikke uvidende, fjernsynskiggere, stemmekvæg og medmisbrugende hæler-nationer

Det er tid til at smide fladpandede fladskærme til storskrald

Det er tid til at genoptage de samtaler, der blev afbrudt af ligegyldigheder

- dengang i forrige århundrede

Det er tid at lufte alle møghunde, skabsskeletter, surt undertøj og hænder, der blev vasket

Det er tid til at gøre det, der er ævlet om i fire menneskealdre

Det er ikke alle, der har opdaget det,

- ikke fladpanderne, ligegyldighederne, skeletterne og ævlerne

Vi har levet i tider, hvor dumhed gik amok, hvor visdom gik på stand-by, i kloster eller på pension, hvor ansvar gik på kompromis, og hvor Verden gik i stykker, i stok eller bare ad helvede til
Vi har levet i tider, hvor psykopater har fået den længste line, og hvor psykopatiens håndlangere mente, at de udførte hæderværdigt arbejde
Vi har levet i tider, hvor Fanden hyttede sine og hvor forvirringsfilosofier, fjendebilledgallerier, finanssvindlere og folkeforførelser var de facto færdigt arbejde og fint i kanten
Vi har levet i tider, hvor folkemord blev kaldt frelse for de forfulgte, hvor en despot blev kaldt en demokrat, og hvor lort blev kaldt for lagkage.

Tiden er nu kommet, hvor den ideologiske fødekæde fra forrige århundrede har nået sidste holdbarhedsdato

- der sælges billigt ud for tiden

Tiden er kommet, hvor parolerne har samme akustiske efterklang, som når man råber ned i en tønde

- inden man kaster op over stanken dernede

Tiden er kommet, hvor de rettroende hægter sig selv af togstammen

- og bliver stående tilbage på sporet i et øde landskab som museumsstøtter over dengang, de heller ikke anede, hvor toget gik hen

Tiden er kommet, hvor det er irrelevant at sidde i en forsamling og råve kapitalist!

- uden at fatte, at det ikke er kapitalisme, der råves efter men alt det, der blev udeladt i det politisk korrekte ordforråd

Råverne har ikke opdaget, at de er irrelevante ekkoer i en tom hal på en for længst nedlagt klichéfabrik

Der er ikke længere tid til koldkrigerier, kulturfascisterier, kommisærer, korrektheder, kommunistflirt, kønskrampe, kapitalfims og klimasvindel

Der er ikke længere tid til sofisterier, socialromantik, småsnakkerier, senstalinisme, stik-i-renddrenge, stupiditetsfabrikanter og salgsagenter for senile skolesystemer og sovesale

Der er ikke længere tid til uhæderlige udbydere, ulden udenrigspolitik, uvidende undervisningsministre og andre udpinte undulater

Der er ikke længere tid til røvslikkende relativismer og reaktionære radikalismer – der er ikke plads til flere 'ismer og mere skrumpehjevirksomhed

Det er på høje tid, at det tænkende segment prøver at tænke (noget helt nyt)

- og anskaffer sig et middel mod intellektuel impotens

Det er på høje tid, at det herskende segment kaldes til ansvar for det seneste århundredes mangel på samme

Det er på høje tid, at giftblandere, hofsnoge, folkemordere, ågerkarlei jakkesæt og falske profeter får hevet bukserne ned og jakkesættet op om ørerne

Det er på høje tid, at neolingvistister får en mikrofon op i røven

- siden der kun kommer lort ud af munden på dem

Tiden er kommet til seriøse samtaler, silkeveje, sandhed og storsind

- Stormagtens storhedstid er omme

Tiden er kommet til hjemmearbejde, husflid, håndværk og hæderlighed

- præfabrikanternes tid er omme

Tiden er kommet til tænkning, tale, troværdighed og transpartiske tiltag

- reaktionismens barnagtige rød-blå tid er omme

Tiden er kommet til revision, ransagning, rengøring og rodfuldhed

- historieforfalskernes tid er omme

Der er ingen tid at spilde: den store molokmaskine er igen kørt ud af garagen

Det er tidsspilde at lukke munden på de, der ikke stryger med hårene

Det er på ingen måde for tidligt at tage temperaturen på ordet

Tiden er løbet fra tidsspilde

Det er nu, der faktisk er nogen, der har opdaget det

Det er nu, de opdager, at de er opdaget

Det er nu, vi opdager, hvad der er gammelt under Solen

Det er tid – mød til tiden!

Mafia og døde munke

af morton_h, the blogger

You come into my house on the day my daughter is to be married, and you ask me to do murder for money?

Sicilien, et sagnomspundet sted. 

Turister kender det måske mest for lækre ferie-resorts som Taormina. Andre har været en tur oppe på Etna med svævebanen i bus eller bil … hvor vildt kan det blive? Men hvor mange har vadet de slummede kvarterer i Palermo til fods, prånget med gutterne i cykelsmedenes gade, fået et godt tilbud på en 100 liters gryde i køkkentøjshandlernes gade, blevet blæst ad helvede til af sciroccoen for dernæst at rave rundt om natten, æret gravstenen for en ægte moderne helgen skudt af mafiaen, boet hos gamle mænd i baggårde, set indtørrede lig af munke hængt på kroge til indtørring, levet af verdens 5. bedste gademad i flere dage, kørt med alle de små togbaner mellem kystbyerne, boet med en vild hundflok i en container på siden af Mount Etna, besteget den lunefulde dame uden sikkerhedsnet på mountainbike og i is-regn? Og hvor mange har gidet at sætte sig ind i kulturen, der er skabt af alle kulturer, som alle har været der? Man kan ikke forstå Sicilien uden at forstå den ting. Og man har reelt ikke været der.

Palermo Airport Punta Rais - nummer 5 på verdensranglisten i sværhedsgrad blandt piloter.
Når vinden blæser.

Sciroccoen, nærdødsoplevelse nr 1

Lad mig starte med mit første indirekte møde med den sicilianske mafia. Sciroccoen, den sandede vind fra Sahara, blæste af helvede til ved forsøget på landing i Palermo akkompagneret af skrigende kvinder i kabinen udsat for ekstrem turbulens … hvorefter piloten hev i pinden og trak flyet fri af kollision med klipperne ved kysten og fløj 65 km mod syd til lufthavnen i Trapani. Her står the-human-dump så og glor, og ingen ved, hvad der skal ske, for sådan er Sicilien. Det er ikke, fordi tingene ikke fungerer. Alt fungerer på en eller anden måde. Det fungerer bare ikke efter bogen og forventeligheden. Som mit første imødekommende bekendtskab tilbage i returbussen udtrykte det: lad være med at forvente og dømme på baggrund af skuffede forventninger. Hvorefter der uannonceret dukkede en bus op.

Så hvordan kommer mafiaen ind i billedet her? Fordi lufthavnen aldrig skulle være placeret på et sted udsat for tør, heftig ørkenvind lige bag et forbjerg, der med garanti skaber den mest modbydelige turbulens. Der var stor kvalificeret modstand mod projektet, men mafiaen gennemtvang det af prestige-årsager, og de havde magt og midler til det. Palermo resten blandt top-5 i sværhedsgrad hos piloter.

På trods af min ekstreme forsinkelse, var der alligevel en lille gammel bedstefar, der smilende åbnede døren til sin AirBnB lejlighed. Han talte ikke et ord udenlandsk, men jeg forstod alligevel alt, han sagde på siciliansk, og han forstod tilsyneladende alt, hvad jeg sagde på minimalist-italiensk. Længe leve sprogets redundans og den store latinprøve i gymnasiet kombineret med fransk-latin. + diverse stilsikre gestikulater selvfølgelig. Lejligheden var en rejse tilbage i tid, mindst 100 år. Gården med søjlerne, opgangen med højt til loftet, den hellige jomfru i sit belyste vægkapel på vej op af trappen – ethvert hus, enhver gade har det – pudset, der falder ned af væggene, højt til loftet er nærmest et udtryk for, at selvom der findes fattigdom her, så findes der menneskerum, og det sker nedenfra-og-op. I snotforkælede velfærds-DK er den slags afskaffet. Undtaget det superkunstige ideologiske politisk-korrekte ovenfra-og-ned påbud om, at vi skal være ukritisk tolerante overfor et ubegrænset antal bekvemmelighedsindvandrere, der sejler under flaget flygtninge – og hvis ikke vi æder den gift, så skal vi føle skyld, skam og frygt.

Hvad er hun også for en skikkelse, den hellige jomfru, der hænger på hvert gadehjørne, opgang, baggård? Hun er ingen andre end gudinden, man finder overalt i-og-omkring Middelhavet med mange navne til alle tider. Det er ikke kun i Latinamerika, at der findes synkretisme, hvor det såkaldt 'hedenske' stikker sit hoved frem gennem de kristne facader. Hun er frugtbarheden, moderen, lyset om natten, stjernen om morgenen, medfølelsen.

Mit næste indirekte møde med mafiaen kommer næste morgen. Jeg vågner ved de typiske lyde af mænd, der råber til hinanden nede i baggården og opstarten af de obligatoriske scootere. Jeg havde endnu ikke lært mig det særlige 3-skodder-system, der kan reducere lyd og lys til dørene ud til en balkon. Og der er selvfølgelig ingen vinduer, for hvad skal man man med dem, når man har en balkon. I modsætning til det underligere snobberi, der udøves i danske bylejligheder, hvor alle for enhver pris skal have mindst en balkon/altan, men ingen bruger den til andet end at lagre dyre teaktræs-havemøbler og diverse skrammel – og ingen af delene bruger de. Er det løgn, hvad jeg siger? Tjek det ud: der er absolut intet liv på bydanskernes altaner! Det er et stykke arkitektonisk 'frigjort' nonsens.

En helgen for folkets retfærdighed

Mafiaen er ikke ankommet endnu på dagens rute. Men en tidlig gåtur bringer mig ned til San Domenico, den dominikanske kirke, et skrummel af en katolsk kirke i katedralstørrrelse. Den typiske indretning er et stort midterfelt og to sidefelter adskilt af høje søjler. Foroven i bygningen findes alterpartiet. Langs siderne i søjlegangene er der sidekapeller for diverse helgener. En af dem er usædvanlig og huser en stor sten med navnet Giovanni Falcone.

Man kan sige meget om den katolske kirke, men man er nødt til at vide, hvad man taler om. Taler vi om den sataniske struktur, der har okkuperet Vatikanet, Vatikanbanken, Jesuitterpaven og hans pædofilistiske forgængere, Vatikanbanken, de indkapslede magt-loger, skabshedningerne forklædt i dametøj, hykleri og sychophantisme? Eller taler vi om de mange naivt troende katolikker, deres totale uvidenhed om den elitære ondskab og deres naivt men ærlige tro på det hellige, det gode og det folkelige. Taler vi om elitens parasittering af det hellige enfold blandt troende og tilbedende folk, eller taler vi om berettigelse af det folkelige og dets ærlige godtroenhed? Vi er simpelthen nødt til at vide, hvad vi taler om for ikke at falde pladask for et anti-propaganda-nummer og for ikke at blive lige som dem, vi har det med at kritisere og pege fingre af.

Folkets helgen - blot fordi han antog retfærdighed for en mulighed.

Tag ikke fejl her. Sicilianerne ved udmærket, hvad mafiaen er. Den er nøjagtig ligesom alle andre høje herskaber, der driver et slet spil for egen vindings skyld uden smålig skelen til folket. Giovanni Falcone var en berømt advokat, der kompromisløst forsvarede alle, høj som lav, med lovens intenderede bogstav. Det bragte ham – selvfølgelig! – på kant med mafiaen, der altid har bøjet loven og alle dens bogstaver. Det kostede ham livet, og folk vidste det.

Her bliver det interessant. Det tvang kirken til uofficielt at helgenkåre ham, og det var en af de helgenkåringer, der var gennemtvunget via et folkeligt pres og ikke ovenfra. Det var politisk ukorrekt men folkeligt korrekt. Kirken og i særdeleshed Vatikanet er som bekendt kraftigt inficeret af mafiaen, logerne, bankerne, familierne, satanikerne. Men kirkens ledelse har ikke råd til at miste sit fodfæste hos folket, så de var nødt til at give efter. Kirken er heller ikke én størrelse, det er én stor broget magtkamp. Der er masser af fraktioner i Den Katolske, og de dækker hele spektret. At de dystre fraktioner har det med at gå af med de politiske sejre betyder blot, at de har de mest stinkende rige og magtfuldkomne 'venner'. Det er her, vi finder fællesnævneren mellem katolicisme og mafia / fascisme.

Så Falconi blev en folkelig kåret nutidig siciliansk helgen, fordi han forsvarede folket mod den grumme magt kaldet mafiaen. Læg mærke til, hvordan der spontant er strøet om sig med små papirlapper omkring hans gravsten. Den slags spontan affekt tilkommer kun ganske få og aldrig 'store' officielt helgenkårede.

Normannisk overdådighed

Palermo er både en moderne storby og et levn fra fortiden. Det er Italiens femtestørste by, og man kan sagtens tilbringe en uge med blot at se på kunst og kultur, hvis man er til den slags. Der er en kirke på hvert andet gadehjørne og et madonnna-kapel på vægget i hver baggård. Der findes fx to af de mest fantastiske og overvældende byzantinske kirker i hele verden. Det ene befinder sig i et rum i Normannerborgen, og den anden hedder San Cataldo. Begge er små rum, altså ikke katedral-size, men den dekorative-kunstneriske tæthed i disse rum er overvældende. Normannere siger du, og byzantinere? Ja, alle har været her. Og normannerne er som bekendt efterkommere af nordboere, vikinger. Vidste du fx, at vikingerne var så berømte som krigere, at de byzantinske kejsere hyrede dem af alle som livvagter? Så normannerne, dvs 2. generations-vikinger fra Normandiet, der som bekendt oversvømmede England med Wilhelm Erobreren, ankom også til Sicilien. De flyttede ind i de bygningsværker, som araberne havde efterladt og berigede dem yderligere. Penge = guld til at betale med havde de rigeligt af. Guld er der heller ikke sparet på langs væggene, kuplerne, hvælvingerne og nicherne. Ingen plads er efterladt bar.

Verdens mærkeligste begravelsesplads

Hvis man er til lidt mere makaber æstetik, så skal man blot bevæge sig videre mod nord efter normannerborgen til capuchinerklostret. Disse munke begravede deres døde ved netop ikke at begrave dem. De har balsameret dem ved lufttørring og imprægnering, hvorefter de er placeret på hylder, bag glas, i skuffer, siddende på stole, hængede på bøjler på væggene. Intet sted i verden, kan man se så sær en dødsæstetik. Er det makabert? Sådan virker det ikke. Men hvis man er bange for edderkopper, så er synet af en edderkop en rædsel, og hvis man er bange for døden, så er synet af efterladenskaber af en tidligere levende en rædsel.

o særlig form for makaber æstetik. Det kunne overvejes som modelfotos i Vogue og deres anorektiske herioinvrag af modeller med sorte rande under øjnene. Den milevide forskel mellem Vogue og Capuchinerne er modebladets totale foragt for mennesker og munkeordenens respektfulde ære for de afdøde.

Munkene gjorde det i største ære og respekt for deres afdøde brødre. Senere kom der snobberi ind i billedet, for de velhavende borgere i Palermo syntes pludselig, at de skulle lade sig balsamere og indramme i deres eget hyldesæt. Herefter begyndte familierne at forlange, at deres forfædre skulle behandles med særlig omhu og få skiftet til festtøj ved særlige lejligheder. Altså en slags aristokratiske post-mortem påklædningsdukker. Traditionen fortsatte til starten af 1900-tallet, hvor en yndig 6-årig pige, navn …, blev balsameret efter alle kunstens regler. Her bliver det lidt spooky. Hun er så velbevaret, at det ser ud, som om hun blot ligger og sover under sit glaslåg.

Ved du, hvorfor det hedder en capuchino? Det gør det, fordi det ser ud som den grå hårtop med en skaldet plet i midten på en lille, gammel capuchinermunk, der stikker hovedet op af kaffekoppen.

Hvis man oven i købet har taget turen omkrig Palermo Katedralen på vej ned af bakken, har man fået nok af klerikal kultur, og så trænger man til det, som Palermo er blevet kåret som værende iblandt top 5 i: Street Food, som det hedder på hipster-lingo. Det betyder sådan set bare mad, der er forberedt i god tid på simpel vis, eller som ikke kræver stor forberedelse, og som derfor kan serveres uden den store ventetid. Det er fast food, men det har intet med det latterlige, ulækre, syntetiske og strengt taget giftige MacDonalds-koncept for non-food at gøre. Man behøver ikke at gå ind i en restaurant. auberginer, det er rejer og fyldte blæksprutter, oliven, tomater og mozarella, fyldte risboller, fritteret lammelever med citron, kickærte-fritter, indbagt tunfisk, artiskokker og pizza-agtig sag kaldet sfincione + en hel masse andet. Hvis man er søde sager, så findes der ikke bedre steder. Hvad med en canola, en sprød pandekage fyldt med frisk ricotta, honning og strøet med hakkede pistacier?

Er du til blæksprutter? Altså ikke panerede friturestegte bildæk, men en rigtig sæsonfrisk calamari fyldt med semouile, citron, persille, krydderier m.m.

Så også madkulturen vidner om, at 'alle har været der'. Araberne kom fx med pistacierne. Først var der de præantikke folk, som vi ikke ved nok om. Etruskerne, skyterne, kulturer fra Sortehavet, Lilleasien og Centralasien. Fønikerne var der. Så ankom grækerne, så araberne, så normannerne, så tyskerne fra det Hellige Romerske Rige, hohenstauferne. I mellemtiden havde franskmændene været der, en seriøst pestilens, hvilket førte til det navnkundige og blodige oprør kaldet Siciliansk Vesper. Umiddelbart herefter spanierne fra Aragon, og senere nogle østrigske slægter. Sicilien var et kongerige på et tidspunkt. Så kom italienerne omsider. Lad os ikke glemme, at der hele tiden boede sicilianere, der lærte at leve med skiftende herskere af mere eller mindre velgørende art. I I800-tallet blev de fremmede omsider smidt ud, og Italien blev en republik med selsstyrende provinser efter Garibaldi.

Ikke nok med, at Sicilien og dens indbyggere måtte døje med deres herskere. Jordskælv og vulkanudbrud har op gennem historien ramt hårdt. Flere byer på øen, den største ø i Middelhavet, har meget få intakte bygninger efter barokken, hvor der fandt et af de store jordskælv sted. Hele byen Messina fik tilføjet 3 meter ekstra ved samme lejlighed, så en af dens eneste velbevarede middelalderbygninger, Santissima Annunziata dei Catalani,meget byzantisk, står i en 3 meter dyb forsænkning, nærmest som Sfinxen i Giza. Det er næsten et Herculanum-agtigt sediment. Men det er altså det oprindelige gadeniveau, og hver eneste gang, man graver ud til en ny bygning, går det hele i stå, fordi et historisk lag dukker op indeholdende alle mulige værdifulde genstande.

Siciliansk Vesper

Et blodigt kapitel i øens historie. Jeg befandt mig her i påsken (2016), og i påsken 1282 brød der et oprør ud vendt med franskmændene og deres despotiske konge Charles I. I 1266 lod han Manfred, den foregående tyske regent, myrde. Hans og hans soldaters behandling havde vanrøgtet deres styre og brandskattede øboerne. Han havde ambitioner med Sicilien som et springbræt til et større Middelhavs-erobringstogt, hvor han ville helt til Byzans og omstyrte Palaiologos-dynastiet.

Det startede i Palermo. Bortset fra en liller franskdomineret landsby ved navn Sperlinga støttede snart hele Sicilien oprøret. Den udløsende event var ifølge en af de legendariske versioner en fransk sergeant, der lagde aggressivt an på en gift kvinde. Hendes mand stak ham derefter ned, og i det øjeblik kirkeklokkerne ringede ud efter Vesperen, var gaderne fulde af mænd, der råbte 'morana li Franchiski', død over franskmændene. I løbet af 6 uger blev der ombragt 3.000 franskmænd. Der findes flere versioner af historien, men de går alle ud på, at franskmændene forgreb sig på kvinderne. En bestemt skikkelse, Giovanni di Proada, regnes som hovedmanden i oprøret.

Efter de seks uger havde oprørerne kontrol over hele Sicilien, undtagen Messina. Men det blev snart fulgt op, og hele den franske flåde blev nedbrændt. Kong Charles udbryder klynkende: 'Min Gud, hvis vi skal gå ned, så lad det blive i små portioner ad gangen'. Exit Franchiski. Næsten da. Det stopper først i hele Italien, da Garibaldi og Victor Emanuel II smider bourbon'erne ud.

Videre til Catania. Den virker nærmest større end Palermo, men det er måske fordi man kan se, hvordan den kravler langt op af bjerget, altså vulkanen Etna. At den hører til for foden af Etna ses på alle de sorte byggesten, der er brugt som kæmpebrosten og som mursten på husene iblandet hvide sten. Meget flot og ganske særligt. Byens vartegn er en fjollet sort elefant i lavasten på en piedestal på domkirkepladsen. Der stikker oven i købet en obelisk op fra dyret. Man tænker: helstegt elefant på spid. Da grækerne fra Naxos koloniserede øen, foretog de etnisk udrensning hos de daværende 10.000 beboere og erstattede dem med grækere. Men forstår, hvordan grækerne blev romernes forbillede.

Mit mål er en overnatning hos Luis Martin – med catalanske rødder – i den lille by Nicolosi 14 km oppe af bjerget. Det var 600 meter over havet og ville danne en perfekt base for at cykle op til snekanten på mountain bike næste dag. Martin, som han foretrak at blive kaldt, er sammen med sin kone folkemusikere. Hun synger, han spiller på jødeharpe. Hans første spørgsmål, da han havde åbnet den tunge jernport for enden af jordvejen hen til huset, var: 'You have problem with dogs?' Det mente jeg ikke, jeg havde. 'Only one of the is like WOOF!' Hans engelsk var sparsomt. Til gengæld tilbød han at tale spansk eller fransk, det sidste oplevede jeg flere steder. Selvom de tog livet af franskmændede dengang, har de altså ikke noget imod at tale deres sprog. Der viste sig at være tre fuldvoksne hunde, 5 nuttede unger, tre katte, et ukendt antal ænder og høns, der som han sagde 'They like to sing at night'. Godt jeg bor på landet i forvejen.

Skuret i midten - en oase i en hundeflok

Etna, nærdødsoplevelse nr 2

Gæstehuset var ligeså overraskende: en ombygget container. Jeg synes, det var perfekt. Næste morgen afsted op af bjerget. Det bestod i en stigning på gennemsnitlig 12%, der varede fire timer. Herefter ved snegrænsen kunne man ikke komme videre andet end til fods eller med Funiviaen, hejsen, der førte op lige under toppen. Rimelig smadret fik jeg en times pause med pasta med auberginer og tomat (del Norma). Jeg måtte opgive at nå toppen på grund af et ondt snevejr, og da mit udstyr mildest talt ikke var i orden, og mine hænder hurtigt skreg på forfrysninger, så kunne jeg ikke komme hurtigt nok ned igen. Det tog til gengæld kun en halv time – jeg tør ikke tænke på topfarten, men det galt om ikke at give efter med de frosne fingre og slippe bremsen. Det ville have være selvmorderisk. Herefter i et varmt bad, et glas vodka og under dynen.

En halv time før snestorm

Fru Etna havde vist sig fra både sin milde og sine grumme side. Alle ved det: der er mikroklima omkring Etna, og vejret skifter hurtigt og til tider radikalt. Næste dag på vej med toget tværs gennem Sicilien, var der skyfrit hele dagen og udsigt helt op til toppen (Etna kan ses over halvdelen af øen i klart vejr).

Toget mellem Catania over Enna og til Palermo er helt nyt og moderne indrettet, meget uciciliansk kan man sige. Undervejs får man i højttalerne en del beskeder, men deriblandt en lidt besynderlig en, der minder én om, '..at personalet i toget statsansatte togofficielle, at man er forpligtet til at vise gyldig billet til dem, og hvis man nægter vil det være strafbart med fængselsstraf!' Det er første gang, man har hørt denne total-overkill besked om noget så selvfølgeligt, at man skal vise sin billet. Hvorfor denne tone – på forhånd? Det nye totalitær-Europa er også ankommet her. Også her kommer vi til at se det nye europæiske politi, der tales om nu efter det seneste års stribe af terror-events, og som Schengen-aftalen blot har været et trin i retning af, ligesom EU blot har været en USA-lignende superstat i støbeskeen – efter amerikansk model, for EU har aldrig været andet end en handelsordning for USA, hvilket sås tydeligere end nogensinde i forbindelse med den politisk-økonomiske krig mod Ukraine. EU gjorde simpelthen, hvad USA gav dem besked på. Og med EU menes ikke europæerne og samlede europæiske nationale politikere men kommisærernes, teknokraternes og atlanticisternes EU-krati, EU det neo-fascistiske projekt, centralbankmændenes store malkemaskine.

Gladio dengang og nu

Her begynder vi at kunne forstå den dystre sammenhæng, der er mellem terror og legitimeringen af det totalitære projekt. Efter Paris, København og Bruxelles havde man i forvejen hele pakker klar med totalitær lovgivning. Umiddelbart efter Paris 2 – Paris 1 var sømmet på brættet, Paris 2 var hovedet på sømmet – ankom inddragelsen af civile rettigheder på den måde, der kun kendetegner totalitære regimer. I mini-eventen havde man på forhånd færdige pakker klar med terrorlovgivning = mere kontrol = mindre civil frihed = masser af penge til politiet, så de kan fortsætte med ikke at gøre deres arbejde, men være standby til 'et nyt arbejde'.

De vil have penge for billedet - et af de få tilgængelige. No fucking way!

I samme skuffe: I italiensk fjernsyn bragte de et af de sandsynligvis enslydende klip af Bruxelles-affæren mage til medier i resten af Europa [link] med det sædvanlige gas og svindel om ensomme muslimske terrorister og ISIS. Ingen bemærker åbenbart det indlysende i, at både EU og NATO styres fra Bruxelles. Kleptokratiets og terrorkratiets hovedkvarter ligger her!

Italienerne burde rent faktisk have en reel mulighed for at gennemskue svindelnummeret. De har både oplevet fascismens folkeforførende tricks og post-WW2 mindst lige så beskidte Operation Gladio, hvor civile italienere blev massemyrdet på NATO's foranledning vha højrefascistiske terrorceller. Dette er ingen konspirationsteori men officiel historieskrivning, som var umulig at udradere fra historiebøgerne, da det italienske politi gik seriøst ind i sagerne som fx banegården i Bologna og kidnapningen og mordet på Aldo Moro. Problemet er selvfølgelig, at italienerne ligesom alle andre vesterlændinge, der har set for meget fjernsyn, labbet for meget mentalforstyrrende Hollywood i sig, haft den ene ustraffede politiske korruptionssag efter den anden, og nu sammen med Grækenland, Cypern, Spanien, Portugal og Island har oplevet et finansielt terrorangreb fra EU, ECB og IMF – og Goldman Sachs (Mario Draghi), at deres historiske hukommelse og evnen til at se mønstre er forsvundet. Bruxelles [dato] ER den Operation Gladio, der aldrig sluttede og blev reduceret til en eneståend historisk skamplet. Svineriet fortsatte og vil fortsætte, indtil det bliver hevet fuldstændig frem i lyset. Bare sig navnet Tyrkiet. Dengang fascistgrupper, nu jihaddist-grupper. [Se NATO – historien om en terrororganisation]. Dengang Italien, senere Bosnien, Tjetjenien, nu Libyen, Ukraine og Syrien. NATO og opdragsgiver Pentagon all-fucking-over!

SOVENDE VERDEN, VÅGN OP! SNART ER DET FOR SENT.

Tilbage i Palermo og straks videre til lufthavnen og sølle 5 km med taxa til et fake-luxuøst lortehotel til en 4x overpris. Alt på Sicilien er halv pris, bortset fra enhver taxatur til og fra en lufthavn. En anden gang bliver turen p.å scooter lejet direkte i lufthavnen - med udstyret i orden og lidt senere henne på foråret eller tidligt i efteråret – påsken 2016 var den tidligst mulige. Og en 125 kbm Vespa har altså en topfart på 100 km/t – uden at man skal have motorcykelkørekort. 100 km er halvvejs på langs af Sicilien. Inden man vover sig op på en scooter her, skal dog sørge for at have læst og forstået trafikken og landskabet. I byerne køres der anderledes, end vi er vant til. Der køres ikke råddent! Der køres latino-sikkert og -flexibelt. Man ser hinanden i øjnene i stedet for at holde på sin ret. Alt glider i et ustresset tempo, men regler er til for at blive bøjet, især på Sicilien. Når man som fodgænger går over en trafikeret vej, finder man et passende hul, og så går man. Man kan derefter være forvisset om, at der bliver holdt tilbage.

Turen hjem gik som planlagt efter skemaet og uden forsinkelser og reschedules. Det var nærmest skuffende, efter en uge, hvor hver dag havde budt på uforudsigelige udfordringer. Det var så kedeligt, at det lykkedes mig at falde i søvn mellem Rom og Düsseldorf. Det kan også skyldes 4 timers dårlig søvn med en maskine, der konstant stoppede og startede udenfor hotelvinduet.

Lufthavne, transit, check-in-køer, toldfri megakonsum, sandwichs til overpris er røvsygt. Så hellere en nødlanding i en mafia-lufthavn – det ved man da, hvad er. Husk altid en god papirbog til at synke ned i på turen. Og sæt den i flight-mode.

The Amputation of Time - an Anatomy of Genocide

by morton_h, the blogger
– translation Dylan Waller

Something very old and nefarious has been going on in the world for too long of a time. When a conflict erupts somewhere in our modern-day world, we can be sure its antecedent is nearby, whether decades or centuries ago. In some cases, aeons.

Recently, war propaganda is being taken up against Iran - again. In the current iteration, the group which our humanitarian concerns are supposed to be brought to bear upon are the Bahai. The hysteria says that the Iranians are about to commit a genocide on the members of this sect. This statement is as untrustworthy and hypocritical as the fallacy that Iran is in the process of building a nuclear weapon and is about to nuke the whole world. Hypocrites and propagandists of course never care to argue as to why these absurd and shrill accusations would make any sense. Why a civilized people with an ancient culture and highly-educated population should look for any advantage in such irrational collective-psychosis and counter-intuitive action is never explained. Sound logic has never worried hypocritical warmongers. They sling around the assumptions, allegations, and accusations without concern for whether they are real. They are fully confident that the target audience for their propaganda are unable to see through their rhetoric, which is often unfortunately the case.

When Western warmongers pronounce the word genocide with their mouths, a string of red flags should light up, as the historical precedent of genocide from these warmongers is completely overwhelming. Problem: most people, especially in the Anglo-Saxon countries, do not have any idea about the extent of the atrocities that their ruling class has inflicted upon the world in even just the last 150 years. Which concurrently means that all who are infected with this English Mental Health have no clue of the scale. The maintenance of Empire depends on the number of its faithful, supportive ignoramuses.

One cannot say that it was the British Empire that invented the falsification of history, but one can definitely say that this Empire was able to implement it like never before in history - and so, history has become their forgery. It would therefore set the record straight to assert that nothing of what we today hear, read, and see regarding the Empire and its role in the world is reliable. As one Iranian historian puts it: every time you overturn a stone, an Englishman hides underneath. The British imperialists, slave traders, drugdealers, pirates of land and at sea, have been everywhere. Upon arrival, they exerted their piracy and plunder, their murders, their foundations of strife - and their special kind of historiography, which is why the extent of their genocide has only minimally been made clear. The story of it has itself been simply wiped out! Historically, we are denied a plethora of information with which the world could have seen it coming, and at least understood its antecedent. The false are able to get away with their falsehoods because they have also controlled the media and academic institutions.

That's the story of the inability to represent history accurately until now. It is never possible in the long run to maintain a total erasure, especially in the era of the internet. There are records, written testimonials, documents, relics. There are gaps, inconsistencies and loose ends in the projection of false histories, just as there are holes in any criminal case with those wrongfully convicted. The track exists, even if it has been deleted, even if there are only traces of the deletion. The perfect crime simply does not exist. It is not a question of whether one can cover up a crime, but how long one is able to get away with it. The criminal mindset is: if I can postpone the day of reckoning until after my own passing from this world, then I have succeeded. In the passing, we probably don't consider the possibility of reincarnating'.

British history is packed to the brim with falsification. All history of England before 1066 is roughly smudged. It is as if people hardly lived before that, and that those who lived then were not worth writing about. But one would only have to move just once through the British countryside to be aware that it was very much similar to its current name: a land of green pastures. It's one big lush garden, where everywhere grows a large lush forest. A friendly and diverse landscape, where human culture existed very far back. So the Imperial amputation of time before the Battle of Hastings is quite unnecessary for other than just that: Empire. These are political and ideological choices that have created historical aberrations.

There were some concerns which the rulers of England, as early precursors to the formation of Empire, believed they had to take upon themselves, in regard to disputes about kingship. To legitimize the rulership of the throne, one had to have the legal progeny so that whoever wanted to usurp the throne had to refer to this lineage of history. The genera rooted in the past, referring to authentic history, usurped these references they had cobbled together. It was in such an act that the figure of King Arthur disappeared, whereby an important chapter in the history of Wales plunged into darkness. The so-called Prince of Wales, wife-murderer and pedophile Charles, is a contemporary product of this historical pollution. As the two Welsh historians Alan Wilson and Baram Blackett documented thoroughly, there was not just one King Arthur, but two: there was also Artorius Rex, King of Gwent and Glamorgan, with a few hundred years separating the two figures. They are some of the most well-documented of all figures. As has been said and written, it is not because the documents do not exist, it is because the established historiography, power, money, and the church's endorsement of quackademia refused to touch it, with the well-dressed clerks of Oxford and Cambridge and all the rest laundering history in their black-and-white unsoiled school-uniforms'.

Other certain terms have been used when the crown is up to its dirty tricks, domestically and abroad, that people were unable to hear about. The Queen of England nourished and enriched herself through piracy. It did not look good that the fine and noble ladies and gentlemen highest on the straw were nothing but wretched scumbags, highwaymen, simple purse-snatchers and tricksters. So they hired so-called privateers to conduct their shady affairs, after which their scribes made sure to find and promote only 'heroic' figures such as Sir Francis Drake - note the title, Sir, knighted, a very fine nobleman. The sinking of the Spanish Armada and the theft of the Spaniards' gold is not much different from the current version of the Empire's emptying of the Cypriot treasury a few years ago. Or the Grecian, Italian, Spanish again, Portuguese, Icelandic, Libyan, Ukrainian'.


Or in one headline: all Imperial institutions - the IMF, WTO, ECB - arrive and give a country of the world a deal they cannot refuse. As long as this mafia operates above the radar, they will not be identified as the simple crooks and conmen that they are. Just as in the days of piracy, the crown gets its image whitewashed by media-lies and the falsification of history, and, just as in the past, there are two blind spots for the culprits. Firstly, there are people who know what is going on and who do not keep it sealed up. Cover-up is difficult in large, complex matters. Bloody footprints are left in the snow, and something has been swept under the carpet, which is still there, if only someone dares to lift it. This last point is not unimportant, for there exists a very large and widespread fear of reprisals, including among historians. Secondly, there has been a parallel alternate history report. In the Middle Ages, history subsisted largely of an oral, vernacular tradition. Do not underestimate word-of-mouth! It is extremely stable over long spans of time. When Wilson and Blackett talked with the locals in Wales about the renowned, legendary battles before 1066 and their local impact, incidents considered quackademia by the Establishment's educational temples, which claims they never happened, they were readily able to point to the spot. It was quite common knowledge to quite ordinary people. The spoken word is superior to the written, for the former is the popular context whereby one speaks the truth. The narrator has to see his listeners in the eyes. In other words, imprinting. This is therefore where the concept of 'true to type' originates. Interesting, is it not? Never overestimate Quackademia.

Today, the alternative history is alive on the Internet. Its frequencies are flickering, as everything can be posted online, dirt and cinammon, sandbars and scrub. Nevertheless, it is also a valuable source of genuine information, making it impossible for the Empire to wipe out whole chunks of history the way that could be done back in the days of the Roman Empire. One can pollute the information-box, one can throw out flares of distraction in order to confuse ('all that glitters is not gold''), but it is very difficult to remove. They try, they even try very hard. We look at the various forms of coming censorship. For example, we all exercise self-censorship, by being politically correct and partaking in uncritical collaborations. Today we have a new Medieval submission to orthodoxy, and unbelievers are heretics. If you are a true believer, then you are politically correct. Good boy, sitting still for hours. Nice girl, submitting her bill on time. Good monitor, who on behalf of the schoolmaster keeps track of the students, to make sure everyone is good boy and nice girl. We have a new Spanish Inquisition, appearing in public, where the falsification of history reigns supreme. Take a look at the French government's monitoring of its populace after the terrorist event there. We see the criminalization of those people who exist outside of Power Corridors. We see a new form of pogroms, where websites will be shut down, instead of piles of books burned in the city square by men in black cowls. A new Dark Age has arrived.

In the 17th & 18th centuries, the Empire had begun a series of shady affairs having to do with the New World. It is also here that we see the crimes committed against the Welsh. Their local languages were banned, their ancient written language was declared nonexistent, even if it was chiseled in stone from the past. Man banned simply a language, in which people spoke and wrote! In the 18th century, it was simply forbidden to speak Welsh, and all local schoolteachers were fired and replaced by Englishmen. George II is the man behind this cultural character assassination. As Danes, imagine if the Germans forbid us to speak Danish, but only German. The Empire was paranoid, the British did not understand Welsh, and suppose the Welsh were able to slander them in a language they did not understand. It had to be banned.

It is also the age of Darwinism. Darwin stated: of all human races, the Irish are the lowest! And here we thought the British imperialist twats thought the lowest were 'Hottentots and Negroes', but no, it was their musical and literate neighboring peoples. There was something going on here. And sure enough, after the 1845-1852 Irish genocide, the era of genocide had begun. Pseudo-scientific Darwinism was in vogue for what it was: faux-empirical support for the extermination of the weak. In other words, this profusion of eugenicists, imperialists, opium-pushers, slavehandlers, pirates and industrialists culminated in a series of genocides, all making their best effort to commit these acts without leaving a fingerprint. Remember again: wherever a genocide takes place, the erasure of history appears in tandem. The Irish genocide was swept beneath the carpet under the name of the Potato Plague. So the lowly, potato-munching Irishmen were snuffed out, according to British historians, because the potato crop failed for a few years, and the morons were unable to figure out how to grow and eat more! The historians wrote it that way, and we have been reading it ever since. This is but one instance of the sick mental-ideological lies the British have inflicted upon world history, a historical mental plague of lies that generations have been forced to absorb in absurd, lethal doses.

Thus satisfied by their atrocity against the Irish, which cost millions of lives, whose mass graves are located within a two kilometer space to this day, the British killers employed the same tactics against the Indians. What was this tactic? In Ireland it consisted of organized famine. The tactic is both extremely perfidious and quite convenient.

The first convenience: you do not need to cover your own delicate, manicured hands in human blood, you just close the door and turn on the hot water. It is an internal embargo carried out by the occupying power of a country.

Convenience number two: the scenario contains a sufficiently strong resemblance to a natural catastrophe, so as to advance a random theory based on the denial of evidence. Should anyone complain about glaring anomalies in this natural incident - a rather Darwinian concept - you can label them random theorists. 'It was not us, it was the potatoes.' In India, it was not potatoes, but rice. The rice harvest was confiscated and appropriated, and Indians died like flies. 26 million perished! And that's a conservative estimate. 'It was not us, it was the rice.'

'The illusion of accident disappears gradually as the skill of map reading increases.'- John Murphy

Casestudy of Genocide: Iran 1917-19

Thus satisfied by their misdeeds against the Irish, Indians, and meanwhile Tasmanians and the Boers in South Africa along with an endless stream of other vexations, the British killers carried on with the same tactics against the Iranians. We are in the fateful second decade of the 20th century when what transpires then unfolds all the evil of the next 100 years, which continues to bear its cancers to this day. It is the Imperial decade, with all of these mega-events flying the banner of the British Empire, bearing their fingerprints. The German empire fell, the Austro-Hungarian fell, the Ottomans are gone, the Russian tsars are vanquished. It was the Imperial decade, where in every case, the picture is painted over by Anglo-Saxon historians, falsifiers of history, who gloss events over into 'heroic' efforts to 'civilize' the dark edges of the world and the prodigious global underclass. The White Man's Burden. The world's victims could almost feel sorry for its tormentors.

Iranian genocide, you say? What's that? We have never heard of such a thing. There's a lot that took place that you and I have not heard about in school, read about in the newspaper, or absorbed via television. A new category of logical fallacies/false logical statements erupt: because I have never heard about an event, it must not have ever existed. However, during the period of 1917-19, half of Iran's population was wiped out in the same way as the Irish and the Indian. They were starved.

Iran is a great country. There are areas where drought can occur. Elsewhere, there may occur floods. Elsewhere again, there is an abundance of crop and vegetation. It would be ridiculous to assume that half the population starved to death due to climatic factors. The population was halved during the British occupation of Iran during World War I.

The event is one of the best kept secrets in all of perfidious Albion- It is totally omitted from world history except for a few footnotes here and there. Recently, an Iranian historian named Mohammad Gholi Majd, a doctor of agricultural economics from Cornell University, delved into the primary sources, excavated and exposed the incident in the book 'The Great Famine and Genocide in Persia, 1917-1919', along with a handful of other books in which he describes what happened with Iraq during the First World War, which, unsurprisingly, then as now, had to do with oil.

The murder of half the Iranian population is recorded in the British and Americans' own records via censuses (from the US Dept of State). Censuses were taken every ten years and clearly show a population reduction of 50% between 1910-1920. Persia was in 1917 an occupied country. Northern Persia was the Russian zone, the middle was neutral (i.e. Persian? No, not once was it free, the Ottomans laid their stakes there), the southeast was the British zone bordering India, which at that time had not yet been smashed into two parts as an act of revenge by the British, the soon-to-come, forced-fragmentation of India/Pakistan. That was perfidious Albion's reprisal due to India's secession from Empire, empowered by Gandhi, after WW2, whitewashed from history in the same way that World War I was a British rather than German invention as the false-history makers who distort and conceal British robber-history would have us believe. Divide and Conquer, or Death and Hunger, seems to be the Empire's default form of governance. The alliteration repeats itself in the Empire's own language: Divide and Conquer, Death and Hunger.

It is worth noting that the devastation of Iran took special momentum after the Russian Revolution - a dynamic coincidence! And the Ottoman Empire fell to pieces shortly thereafter. And the hijacking of the US economy in the form of the Federal Reserve took place shortly beforehand. And the staging of the Titanic shipwreck. And the sinking of the Lusitania. And the Balfour Declaration. And the Treaty of Versailles. And the creation of the pharmaceutical industry. And many other things within this one fateful decade, which is why the British robber-historians call it the Great War, feigning ignorance, saying One Incident Begat Another - it all just happened, and we know not why or who instigated it, though surely it was not us. It was the potatoes, it was the rice, it was the lone madman in Sarajevo, it was a powder-keg and there was just a spark that lit it, it was an iceberg, it was the other, it was not us. It is odd that world history is a heap of these accidental synchronicities, and that those responsible refuse responsibility! For a synchronistic comprehension of events, one must look at the timespan and ask: could there be a connection? The short answer is: context. The long answer is paradigmet.blogspot and the demarcated response is this blog post.

The genocide of half the Iranian population took place in the regions under British control. Starvation is quite effective for killing people in large numbers. Henry Kissinger - an enormous proponent of the glories of genocide - was at one point asked his opinion on the best method of how to control large crowds. His answer was: food. And money. He knew the totality of the Anglo-American geopolitical tactics. He also said: by Balkanization (divide and conquer, ISIS in the Middle East right now). He could have added: health, medicine, pharmaceuticals, vaccines and biological WMDs to the mix. Or he could have said: by never telling the truth, to yourself or others. And just as with famine as a weapon, we must not forget the dimension of terror located within it. There's an extreme level of state terror in that an occupying power arranges that people fall to the ground in starvation. Starved people have no will to resist. They are deeply weakened, scared witless.

We have answered the question of why the world does not know about the Iranian genocide, for it was blotted out by the false-historians. But how do we know about it anyway? We know about it through a series of memoirs of British officers who served in World War I. They were horrified by what they witnessed. Although their country and army were led by psychopaths, they themselves were just people. One example is the intelligence officer M.H. Donahoe, an attache of the British army in Persia. He recounts in his detailed memoirs the countless dead bodies by the roadsides and in the streets. This is confirmed by US diplomatic reports as well. People had to eat tree roots. Cannibalism and scavenging were widespread. Cholera and typhoid predictably were as well, and as in the last years of the German labor camps, people died like flies as their immune systems broke down. That is the real holocaust, not the Hollywood fiction which has never been documented, only alleged. It was spurious and hypocritical of the British false-historians, mendacious of them, forcibly digested by the world's population in the postwar period. The real history of the two world wars is not even written yet. We must write it! There is no one else to do it for us anymore.

This mind-boggling paradox - and people understand that it really is not! - is that the Empire assaults and destroys nations and human life, and in its perverse sense of justice blames the victims afterward! The destructive potential of false historiography is revealing. First you destroy a country and its people by killing half of them, raping their women, smashing their towns, roads, factories, stealing their valuables, you name it. And then dictate to the historians as if it were THEM who had perpetrated this against the destroyers! Since those whose countries and populations have been sunk way down in the shit, they do not have the strength to defend themselves in textbooks or on battlefields. It's like victims of torture who become willing to confess anything, just as long as the torture stops. This is also why it is totally useless to employ torture as a means of gaining legitimate information, as even someone who really knows something will simply confess whatever is required, whatever fits the dominant, expected narrative, regardless of truth.

'It is in this vaccuum of time before, during, and after a war, that it becomes possible to manifest and dictate these distortions of reality. All communication is strictly controlled and militarized. The military information channels are hyperactive while public access to the creation and reception of information is blocked, and the occasion is ripe for fictitious substitutes for knowledge. This is one telltale sign that the Third World War is in the stage of deployment, due to all the signs of militarized, distorted communication hitting us right now.

Only in 1919, after half of the Iranians were dead, did they finally get a decent harvest, enough to get the country out of the famine. The British grip was loosened, but never abandoned. The British controlled the transport of food, seized most of the infrastructure in both Iran and Iraq, and prevented imports from Iraq. Again, we see something like this right now. Embargo is another weapon of war against a country, and Iran is currently subject to an American embargo, also imposed by the EU. The EU has been forced to impose it, which shows that the EU is merely an instrument of the United States - only foolish Europeans could believe that they maintain their own independent Empire. That would be patently false. The USA can always twist Europe's arm, as the dominant and domineering partner of NATO. We see evidence of this now in relation to Russia/Ukraine.

Let us also remind ourselves that the concept of genocide does not only include the physical murder of individuals and groups. According to the UN definition, it includes any orchestrated effort to degrade and destroy people's quality of life and living conditions. It is like poisoning. Poison can become so acute, you become ill and die from it immediately. Strychnine, cyanide, arsenic, white fly agaric. It can also be chronic, so as to slowly, over the years, create worsening conditions. Sugar, heavy metals, cigarettes, alcohol, GMOs, industrial pollution'

And here it becomes extremely perfidious, in regard to chronic genocide, like chronic poison digested by the people themselves.

The British therefore never lost their grip on Iran. In the decades after the 1917-19 genocide, the Iranian governments were in a state of constant and enthusiastic readiness to cover up what had happened during the famine in WW1. Why? Because they were created and installed by the British. They were not real Iranian governments, they were puppets. Most have heard of Reza Pahlavi, Shah of Persia as they called him, inserted via a British MI5 + American CIA coup in 1953, with the democratically elected President Mohammed Mozadeq reduced to a brief intermezzo in a 60-year history of military dictatorship. Few people are aware that his father was infiltrated by a similar coup in 1921. A Shah, how wonderful. Many Iranians who had to flee Iran retained nostalgia for a historical Shah figure, as it evokes echoes of the heyday of Persian civilisation, which was a truly grandiose kingdom and culture. The coup played on this sentiment deliberately, in order to gain the support of Iranian intellectuals and upper classes. They were bribed with certain privileges in return. But it was never made clear who this 'Shah' family really was.

We all know who replaced the Shah's military regime. It was Ayatollah Khomeini and co. But how much do we know about this figure? He was nothing but a British agent. This is the kind of thing Hegelian dialecticians and their cabal employ in creation of their artificial dialectic. This is in order to assert an apparent contradiction, a revolutionary counterpoint. Once the meme is worn out, it's time to deposit the antithesis. The synthesis is always located and operating at a level above. Such a sophisticated system of manipulation and control is very difficult for people to understand, which is why it works. As with the entire Muslim Brotherhood, wahhabism/salafism, the British had developed a special tactic to create and introduce false religious leaders. But this was only partially successful with Khoumeini, for his gang was slowly outmaneuvered. His death was also fairly sudden, which leads one naturally to questions of whether it was a natural death.

Today we are back again with Iran as a pain-in-the-arse for the Empire, with the screaming necks of Zionists calling for bombing of Iran, and potentially even its nuclear annihilation. We have seen a grueling embargo. Press.tv, the Iranian state television station, has been censored and closed down in the West. There have been the usual, constant provocations by CIA supported groups in Iran. There have been constant misinformation campaigns against Iran, claiming that they were about to produce nuclear weapons. One plan-in-waiting is a mega false-flag in the Persian Gulf, in the form of staging an Iranian attack on a US warship in order to shut down traffic. The Saudis, the fake royal family, who, as with the Pahlawis, the Shah's family, were created by the British 100 years ago to be a British operating system in the region, and they will do anything to destroy Iran. Israel despise them because of their support for Shia groups, Hezbollah, the Syrian government. Recently there were again provocations via an American gun boat that had strayed out of international waters, into Iranian territory, and forgot to turn its radio on, whoops! Ah, well, when you put it that way'also, the Iranians have leaked information that they apprehended an ISIS general on board the boat. What was he doing there, and where was he going? Oops again'

In the 80s we saw the Iran-Iraq war, a conflict which was also engineered by the Western Empire. Then we had the Iran-Contra affair, more US domestic politics, a cabal circulating around mega-psychopath George H.W. Bush, in an effort to undermine and ridicule Jimmy Carter. Reagan was already undermined by his Alzheimer's, which caused him to sleep 18 hours a day and then read like a zombie from preprinted placards - while former CIA director Bush reigned behind him. When you take the entirety of the picture into account, it is frankly astonishing that Iran continues to hang together as an intact nation with its own will and identity. Admirably unbelievable! The culture has something special about it which is enviable, and envy which obviously infects the Imperials, or they would not be working overtime to undermine and demolish this sovereign nation.

It must be said: genocide continues steadily unless it is spoken out against loudly and repeatedly. We can do little else but talk loudly about these issues 24/7. At some point the awareness penetrates the pleasantries of what passes diplomatically for reality. Such pleasantries may be entertaining, in their own macabre way, but let us not split hairs. The question is: are you man- or womenfolk capable of looking this reality in the eyes? You should know that this reality fears the eye that looks directly into it more than anything else in the world. This reality cannot withstand the light of day. Like a vampire, whose pale white body tolerates no sunlight.

The past 200 years have been the Age of Genocide. May the next years and decades be the age of the exposure and extinguishing of Genocides.