Counting the wrinkles on the prune

I am not optimistic about the survival of the Republic we were bequeathed by our Founding Fathers.

If you do some research on my internet postings, you are liable to find a number of times when I have stated that in my opinion Democrat and Republican operatives are two sides of the same counterfeit coin. I tend to be conservative/libertarian in my outlook personally. I used to be cynical, but I am no longer that optimistic, having come to the conclusion that democrat or republican perpetuates the myth of a political system that is influenced by the votes of citizens, political platforms and the work of legislators. It keeps the world neatly divided into a left and a right. It has become my belief that there are no free elections in this country. There haven’t been in a long time. The Voting System is a fraud sold to the public to give them the illusion of choice.

The political system has become an illusion to keep people in bondage. (As a former magician, I am quite familiar with how illusions work through misdirection and mental manipulation).

Enslavement in this day and age is not by force or martial law. It’s by the control of consciousness, by implementing beliefs and desires, forming your mind and behaviors to act and do a certain way, making you believe you are “free” and essentially keeping you complacent and distracted from Truth and the real issues this world faces. It is getting you to buy a certain toothpaste, or deodorant or “designer coffee” at an outrageous price while believing that it was your idea in the first place.

Sometimes when I mention these opinions I’m called a “conspiracy nut” and ridiculed by the ones who have “faith” in the system and believe themselves to be aware and conscious “good Americans” because they act with good intention and “love” when they cast their vote.

However, there is no Love where there is no Truth. There is also no Love where there is Wishful Thinking. Love comes from Knowledge and Understanding, to see the world as it is and to see oneself as one is, not as one likes it to be.

I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just; that his justice cannot sleep forever. -Thomas Jefferson