Much has been written about the lunacy of war, the utter stark raving mentalness of the whole enterprise. So why so often recently?
When you look at WWII and the British effort you realise that we were nothing more than a garrisoning exercise fed by the USofA. Our main force never met the German main force. We never met anyone’s main force anywhere and defeated them. Bring it on, I challenge you to provide evidence to the contrary. Even WWI will leave you floundering.
In WWII only 5% ever took part in our main force effort and were never recognised.
Their leader, for all his faults, knighted and not ennobled. Why else would this chap almost end up crying on the Parkinson Show when explaining .303 vs 50cal.
Do you want to know why that was?
It was because all the blood, sweat, and tears of all those men and women working day and night 24/7, every day of every year from 1939 to 1951 was ceremonial. It looked good but did nothing to change the world. The real authors of change had other things on their minds
Can anything be gleaned when a steady gaze is cast over that world of the early 20th century and the 100million dead Northern Europeans?
Only that we have been groomed to take part in an endless ceremony that seeks to bring the whole world to the altar of a passed age that wishes to rebirth itself.
The chorus is ten millennia in the making,
the song centuries in the arranging,
the orchestration decades in practice,
the actors groomed since birthing,
the whole piece an affront in malice.
“Poison gas was probably the most feared of all weapons in World War One. Poison gas was indiscriminate and could be used on the trenches even when no attack was going on. Whereas the machine gun killed more soldiers overall during the war, death was frequently instant or not drawn out and soldiers could find some shelter in bomb/shell craters from gunfire. A poison gas attack meant soldiers having to put on crude gas masks and if these were unsuccessful, an attack could leave a victim in agony for days and weeks before he finally succumbed to his injuries. “ http://www.historylearningsite.co.uk/poison_gas_and_world_war_one.htm
“The nature of the gasses carried by the German asphyxiating shells remain a mystery. Whatever gas it is, it spreads rapidly and remains close to the ground. It is believed not to be specially deadly -- one that rather over powers its victims and puts them hors de combat without killing many. Its effect at Bixschoote may have been due to panic caused by the novelty of the device. Its composition and manner of discharge are probably no mystery to the scientific artillerymen of the Allies. That such devices might be used in war has been known for a long time, but the positive prohibitions of The Hague Conference have prevented the more civilized nations of Europe from going far with experiments in this line.” http://wwi.lib.byu.edu/index.php/The_Use_of_Poison_Gas
Notice the soft relativistic soporific wording. It was all natural. Despite the conventions against such behavior. They thought to kill us all but it didn't work. We, you and me non psychopathic inhabited carbon based lifeforms, helped each other and through our humanity lengthened our misery.
Now when the NHS, as part of it’s theft from us who’ve paid for it, will hand you over drugs on the fly you know that means we will be groomed into never seeing a doctor and swallowing any damned drug they want us to have.
Ask your self this question.
If after all those dead British men and women, those destitute British children, the societal conditioning, has anything changed in the medical provision for
We are a great big test bed, a lab; into which TPTB decant their latest attempt to groom us. We accept our medication “IN FAITH”.
That is ritual and ceremonial.