The Killing Fields (Scenes From A Cold Civil War, Twelve.)

Never have I witnessed such sincere hospitality and the overwhelming spirit of true brotherhood as is practiced by people of all colors and races here in this ancient Holy Land, the House of Abraham, Muhammad, and all the other Prophets of the Holy Scriptures. For the past week, I have been utterly speechless and spellbound by the graciousness I see displayed all around me by people of all colors...

You may be shocked by these words coming from me. But on this pilgrimage, what I have seen, and experienced, has forced me to rearrange much of my thought-patterns previously held, and to toss aside some of my previous conclusions. This was not too difficult for me. Despite my firm convictions, I have always been a man who tries to face facts, and to accept the reality of life as new experience and new knowledge unfolds it. I have always kept an open mind, which necessary to the flexibility that must go hand in hand with every form of intelligent search for truth.

During the past eleven days here in the Muslim world, I have eaten from the same plate, drunk from the same glass, and slept in the same bed (or on the same rug) -- while praying to the same God -- with fellow Muslims, whose eyes were the bluest of blue, whose hair was the blondest of blond, and whose skin was the whitest of white. And in the words and in the actions and in the deeds of the "white" Muslims, I felt the same sincerity that I felt among the black African Muslims of Nigeria, Sudan, and Ghana. We were truly all the same (brothers) -- because their belief in one God had removed the "white" from their minds, the 'white' from their behavior, and the 'white' from their attitude. I could see from this, that perhaps if white Americans could accept the Oneness of God, then perhaps, too, they could accept in reality the Oneness of Man -- and cease to measure, and hinder, and harm others in terms of their "differences" in color.

With racism plaguing America like an incurable cancer, the so-called "Christian" white American heart should be more receptive to a proven solution to such a destructive problem. Perhaps it could be in time to save America from imminent disaster -- the same destruction brought upon Germany by racism that eventually destroyed the Germans themselves.

They asked me what about the Hajj had impressed me the most. . . . I said, "The brotherhood! The people of all races, color, from all over the world coming together as one! It has proved to me the power of the One God. . . . All ate as one, and slept as one. Everything about the pilgrimage atmosphere accented the Oneness of Man under One God. 

~Malcolm X, Letter following the Hajj.

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And after these things I saw another angel come down from heaven, having great power; and the earth was lightened with his glory.

And he cried mightily with a strong voice, saying, Babylon the great is fallen, is fallen, and is become the habitation of devils, and the hold of every foul spirit, and a cage of every unclean and hateful bird.

For all nations have drunk of the wine of the wrath of her fornication, and the kings of the earth have committed fornication with her, and the merchants of the earth are waxed rich through the abundance of her delicacies.

And I heard another voice from heaven, saying, Come out of her, my people, that ye be not partakers of her sins, and that ye receive not of her plagues.

For her sins have reached unto heaven, and God hath remembered her iniquities.

Reward her even as she rewarded you, and double unto her double according to her works: in the cup which she hath filled fill to her double.

How much she hath glorified herself, and lived deliciously, so much torment and sorrow give her: for she said in her heart, I sit a queen, and am no widow, and shall see no sorrow.

Therefore shall her plagues come in one day, death, and mourning, and famine; and she shall be utterly burned with fire: for strong is the Lord God who judges her.

And the kings of the earth, who have committed fornication and lived deliciously with her, shall bewail her, and lament for her, when they shall see the smoke of her burning,

Standing afar off for the fear of her torment, saying, Alas, alas that great city Babylon, that mighty city! for in one hour is thy judgment come. ~Revelation 18:1-10

I've been hearing all this crap about Sydney Sweeney's "Great Jeans" commercial for a few days now, and honestly the shit just sounded like, you know, typical "Pop Culture" vapidity updated for our current stupid racist political season.

Finally saw a rundown of the whole thing, conveniently provided by the instigators themselves. Turns out, it's worse.

Or more precisely, it is all that. But These Fucking People think they're some kind of adventurers for pulling this shit.

Well, there's millions of people around the world that you can ask about the actual horrors of Eugenics and Nazism. There's millions more who fought and survived and contributed to the historical record before they died. And there's millions more besides that, that you can't ask, that the historical record itself cannot consult because they died in the events themselves as did most of the people they knew, so they are but a name and place of death, mostly...rather than being the people who lived through it and then died 50 or 60 years later.

And These Fucking People think that's some kind of a big joke, a fashion statement, something to smirk and laugh about.

Stop and think about that shit for a second.

All this, While they're busy looking for ever more people to discriminate against.

Speaking of fat people, Lara, have you seen what the average butter-faced Southern MAGA redneck looks like, anymore??

They're all overweight, Bubba The Hutt is a thing that exists.

And here's the thing, between the economy that's kept a lot of people distracted and sozzled for years really starting to come undone, the Epstein list and hell, the fucking weather...we're probably headed for a crisis that's gonna make the September 2008 economic crash look like small potatoes...and very likely along with it a revolution (at least one, likely more) and a Soviet-style collapse of the United States, out of which...yes, the assholes will get something. 

No, you don't wanna live there.

I don't exactly live in the worst place, but places like Illinois, Michigan, Minnesota and Wisconsin will be like the Baltic States of our version of the Fall of the Soviet Union (or like Slovenia in the collapse of Yugoslavia.) It could be worse, but it could be better, too...and we'll likely survive or not based on good leadership and willingness to integrate with the rest of the world.

Speaking of clothes, Michigan is giving every family with a Bridge Card and kids $400 per child for school clothes and supplies. That's my state, yo.

As for the United States as a whole? We've already been Oligarch-raided like the late-stage Soviet Union. I think we can expect the bottom to drop out of this mess before too long, in terms of Wall Street and the "economy" which is little more--if you think about it--than constantly measuring and re-measuring how rich people are doing.

The whole mess is getting too top-heavy, it's going to eventually collapse no matter what.

The truth is...and I first made various observations to this effect six or seven years ago on Twitter...that America isn't working out for a hell of a lot of Americans.

The top of the mountain may look impressive, but without the stones that hold it up, it's going to come tumbling down.

And you can throw into the mix that in the middle of this there's going to have to be a fight for freedom.

Otherwise, what the fuck are we even doing here??

Because no matter who you are, or who you think you are, people who turn Eugenics into a joke or sell T-shirts celebrating Concentration Camps are absolutely going to come after you sooner or later.

But they're very likely going to act like it's some big joke, not take it seriously and fuck it up. 

Which means people will still die, very likely more (and also not the people they wanted to, think how more conservatives died of COVID-19 than members of other groups) than would have died if these ass clowns were halfway competent.

But dead is still dead, the Grim Reaper doesn't really care about one's race, sex, social status or anything like that and you don't get to take the money with you. Also, once mass death gets going it has an economy...in effect...all its own, which tends to generate more casualties by way of disease and social collapse over time like some kind of Necro-subprime mortgage being bundled and resold to new sets of suckers creditors by skeevy Wall Street Chuds.

And people like Ashley Schapiro don't care. They got theirs already, fuck you.

These Fucking People's ideal society is basically the Killing Fields of Khmer Rouge Cambodia, but with a goddamned mall.

Against that? You either believe in Freedom...in your own right to Life...or you don't.

It really is that simple.

It's going to come down to a fight.

Слава Україна!

The wind whispers of fear and hate. The war has killed love. And those that confess to the Angkar are punished, and no one dare ask where they go. Here, only the silent survive. ~Dith Pran, The Killing Fields

Eleven

My black face fades,
hiding inside the black granite.
I said I wouldn't
dammit: No tears.
I'm stone. I'm flesh.
My clouded reflection eyes me
like a bird of prey, the profile of night slanted against morning. 

I turn this way—the stone lets me go.
I turn that way—I'm inside
the Vietnam Veterans Memorial
again, depending on the light
to make a difference.
I go down the 58,022 names,
half-expecting to find
my own in letters like smoke. 

I touch the name Andrew Johnson; 

I see the booby trap's white flash.
Names shimmer on a woman's blouse
but when she walks away
the names stay on the wall.
Brushstrokes flash, a red bird's
wings cutting across my stare.
The sky. A plane in the sky.
A white vet's image floats
closer to me, then his pale eyes
look through mine. I'm a window.
He's lost his right arm
inside the stone. In the black mirror
a woman’s trying to erase names:
No, she's brushing a boy's hair.

~Facing It, by Yusef Komunyakaa, US Army Veteran