- In this Climate of Suspicion, we have become very much
like a dumb and unsuspecting herd of cattle that can be easily driven to
whatever destination our 'leaders' choose for us. About the only thing
still going for the human race are the outriders that accompany the herd,
to help, to push occasionally, and to watch for greater dangers. Each of
us - and there are literally thousands of voices that have taken up the
task - has taken up a personal niche wherever that individual is most comfortable.
- A Parable
- On a bright blue day on the open plains of the great
Southwest, a group of cowboys is herding Mustangs toward a distant railhead.
The work is hard, and the outriders need to stay alert for any sign of
threat, any hint of anything that might cut-short their journey. These
men are used to herding cattle, but these are Mustangs, wild eyed with
flashing hoofs and well developed senses, and while this is a herd they
are not as docile as the cattle they are used to. The group moves gently
over the range, pausing here and there to graze, or just to scent the air
for anything that might be interesting.
- Then suddenly, the sky begins to change and there is
now a scent of storm, and in minutes the temperature has dropped. The riders
exchange hurried glances, and each one takes up their self-appointed task.
One lingers, looking for the fallen fold, or the stragglers that cannot
be left behind while the others try to keep the unsettled herd together.
The scouts search for any sudden precipice that might spell death for many
of these animals for which they feel responsible. The bulk of the riders
remain near the leaders, to watch for any sudden shift in the direction
of the herd. It is their job to let the Mustangs have their head, but to
keep panic to a minimum. An hour passes - that seems like three, and the
lather of their mounts, coupled with the sweat upon them, mixes with the
smell of well-worn leather - as their journey continues.
- All traces of the blue abruptly vanish from the heavens
now and the thunderclouds are building to tremendous heights. The air about
them becomes pregnant with the coming storm, and the thermometer continues
to plummet - but now the Mustangs have the scent of danger in their flaring
nostrils and all know that danger is approaching and soon it may be that
every man and horse will need to do whatever can be done, just to stay
- It is at this juncture that unknown riders appear in
front of the herd, riding full out toward the oncoming mass with weapons
drawn, and soon their rifle fire begins to echo in the wind. The leaders
split and the herd begins to scatter with the outriders fighting to keep
pace, until one or two of them go down. Apparently the shots from the strangers
were fired with purpose and direction. The trail-boss returns fire, but
his pistol is no match for the rifles - he signals his crew and very soon
they leave the horses to the oncoming riders and thunder back the way they
came. The outlaws scatter the herd, knowing that the Mustangs will soon
regroup and vanish into that vast and distant prairie, where they will
find the food and freedom that will delay that day - when they will all
be rounded-up again, by other men, just to be turned into pet food for
- * * *
- This unfinished jigsaw puzzle that resembles the current
global situation, needs every one of us to do the job at all. So, when
Victor belittles Alex Jones, he is diminishing the efforts of all of us.
Jones is one of the outriders for the herd, he takes stock using his skills
and his well-developed senses to attempt to warn the grazing herd, of things
that may indicate that "trouble is not always obvious" - that's
what Alex does. No self-respecting writer can write about anything if he
or she chooses to remain completely unaware of the goals and circumstances
that are being directly brought into play, by one side or the other.
- Fear, is a necessary and delicate sense that all of us
have. The Bandits want to use that as a bludgeon, a battle-axe to threaten
and to beat the reluctant with. What Prison Planet does, is describe in
detail what has been prepared, and what is being done - continuously -
to create that climate that the Corporados want created; so that they can
bring the herd to slaughter by the shortest possible route. No self-respecting
outrider would even begin riding herd without a clear idea of what dangers
to expect or what changes to watch for: That's what Alex and so many others
do when they publish articles that might scare the faint of heart, or the
weak of mind. Only Bush believes that any course can be dictated, despite
whatever might be waiting for those who fail to make 'corrections.'
- Thorn would have us believe that we must be organized
(not mentioning that we can then conveniently all be found together).
He also does not bother to mention the obvious: that when and if we begin
to speak with just one voice - under just one umbrella - then we are all
much easier to control.
- As outriders from the herd, it is our job to remain the
individuals that we are. Because our strength lies not in speaking with
a single voice, but rather with being a well-informed and wary group of
people which can remain alert to a multitude of events and issues all at
once. The reason "organizing" simply doesn't work is because
whoever controls the voice of the organization can be captured or co-opted,
and that voice might then be otherwise directed. Controlling a group of
fiercely independent minds, each looking at different facets of the greater
threat, is a hell of a lot harder to do than when the group has been led
into a 'unified' configuration. Strength through independent thought and
expression is the strongest posture possible for the alternative news media.
- According to Victor, "Here's the cold hard truth:
the government doesn't care what 99.999% of the populace is doing because
nobody's doing anything!" I beg to differ.
- He might not remember when Al Qaeda supposedly beheaded
that first person, on video. Within forty-eight hours, outriders from around
the planet (including Alex) jumped on the story and disproved it totally
- from virtually every angle possible. There was no blood to be seen,
the dress the captors wore may have been Arab, but it was incorrectly worn.
The men themselves looked more like ex-NFL players than starving rebels.
And to top it all off, the video they used to take the pictures came from
the same camera that shot the torture photos inside Abu Ghraib...there
were Kodak serial numbers on every frame that proved the point beyond all
question. The government backed off, but we continued probing.
- Had we been 'organized' - none of that would have happened,
because it would have taken weeks or months for the 'group' to mount a
complaint - instead, we saw what happened, and each of us took the aspect
that caught our individual eye. We then shared what we learned, and within
hours the government was exposed AGAIN - as nothing more then the incompetent,
lying fools we all know it to be.
- The unmentioned part in almost all I write here is that
for all their attempts to corral, to capture and destroy - the bandits
have been almost hopeless when it comes to results. They fail and fail
and fail: succeeding only in destroying, but not in gaining very much at
all from all their treasonously criminal efforts - at least when compared
to the scale of what they try to steal or control. In the end, they seem
to have become only spoilers instead of the vainglorious victors over all
that they set out to conquer.
- The current efforts of the NWO are like the lashing out
of a teenage pack of discontents that cannot stop rebelling against what
they seem to see as outmoded authority, primarily because this 'authority'
is what has blocked them from taking whatever they choose - for at least
the last 50 years. Still, the end result of this struggle to the death
has to remain in doubt - given the above. Yet we must each continue to
continue until we can no longer participate - otherwise we make their effort
easier: and that is something that no sane person really wants to do.
- There is one other thing that seems to go unmentioned
these days. It is that we have entered a completely foreign realm, a land
far different than any place we've ever been before. There are no familiar
landmarks in this dark and forbidding anteroom to Empire, and all we have
for guidance in the storms that rock this land are the powers of our senses,
and the individual skills and strengths we each possess. If we use those
skills effectively, we may just survive this nightmare in one piece.
- When one finds oneself in danger, it is better to have
as much of the truth about what is being planned - to guide you - as it
is possible to know...rather than to simply choose to remain optimistically
supine while just continuing to graze with the docile herd. If we choose
to act like cattle, we will go through life on all fours and shall deserve
whatever might befall the herd. But if we are men and women and we stand
and challenge these traitors for what they truly are - we can send them
back to that dark and slimy place where they were spawned.
- Sorry, Victor, a happy face and a back-slapping organizing
session is just not enough to make a difference here - but it would play
directly into the hands of those who'd like to see us all corralled. Take
a look at Prison Planet, http://www.prisonplanet.com/ with the above in
mind - then decide which is the most promising course to follow. It's important
because if we get it wrong, we may not get another chance to make a different