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Greetings Good Forumites and Reader Friends,
The SotT Picture of the Day, for Friday, 12 May, 2006, is like unto all pictures, in that it conveys Truths a thousand words might not tell so well. One hopes you will return to look again upon it, may chance for a moment of silent contemplation after reading these words. Let these poor words illuminate exactly what it is we See displayed upon that map of the homes of soldiers killed in Iraq. It doesn't include a half of the real U.S. soldiers now dead in and from the Iraq War, but only the official count's worth, only about a quarter, at most a third of the actual figure. So, for every "pin" upon that image, place two more beside it for Truth's sake, please.
Next, look upon the heaviest concentrations of those pins. What do we See, if the facts about those areas are Known? The vast majority of them lie in those states the Pathocrats' lackeys have long labeled as "blue" states, because they are strongholds of Democratic voters. Maybe they are Truly Blue instead, as in having the Blues, freezing blue in the cold from lack of money for heating fuel, being blue from their far too many heartbreaks, true blue and tried beyond all tolerance by their government's broken promises of sustenance, justice and equality for all. For they have in common something far more significant than which of the two Pathocratic twin political Party's Pyschopathic candidates they vote for in the rigged elections. They have in common what is also the cause for them being traditionally "Democratic" states.
The largest concentrations of the Dead Soldier Pins are all, without fail, in those states and urban zones with the greatest and deepest poverty, which is why there are indeed a many of them throughout the "red" Southern states. In the specific urban areas and even some of the most rural areas, like that nearly solid band sprayed across the southern half of lower Michigan, from the shores of Lake Erie, Lake St. Clair and Lake Huron, on the east, to the shore of Lake Michgan on the west, the Dead Soldier Pins ALL, without fail, mark the poorest areas of the nation and/or, (mostly and) the areas with the highest numbers of minority citizens and immigrants.
Most of them, the majority by far, are placed in urban zones long known for their "incurable" inner city blight. They mark the areas of entrenched, generationally downward economic mobility, all of it brought about by the most intentional of designs and careful execution. It serves well, inflicted just so, to ever guarantee yet another generation of helplessly trapped youngsters to "enlist." The Dead Soldier Pins stand in mute testimony to yet another generation of Americans born with no other hope for making a living in any sort of an honourable trade or "career," and sacrificed anew for the fattening of Pathocratic purses and egos.
The disenfranchised youth of America grab at the military way out of their urban, suburban and rural ghettos, the only choice that assures to them, so they are told, both the opportunity for a college education and for unlimited "career advancements," never finding out until it is far, far too late, that the Army wants short order cooks and dishwashers too, and always plenty aplenty, and more than plenty, of cannon fodder in the ranks. The Pathocrats promise them enough income to live well while they are able and youthful and can labour long and hard, and every imaginable, never real, heroic adventure their young hearts do yearn for. Plus, they are further promised, by the suave and Lying military recruiters, that they will have ample benefits for their retirement years when they are too old and feeble to do hard labour any more.
Their sole opportunity to grab for the "brass ring," delivering to them any of those deservedly Human Rights to simply work hard and earn a fair chance at self-support and enough to raise a family, was to enlist in the armed forces. They've been laid to rest now, betrayed, and ever so steathily tossed away like last week's fast food leftovers, too long ensconced within a closed car, quickly and without public viewing, cameras or fanfare, as though their odours were somehow most unpleasant to the noses of the Pathocrats who obtained their wholesale slaughter. The Dead Soldier Pins do and will mark those places where the Pathocrats are disposing of another entire generation's utterly downtrodden and desperate American youth.
But, no matter, for their younger siblings, cousins, friends and eldest children are now coming ripe of age to harvest for the next phases of the slaughterings planned to come. No matter, for there will surely always be enough of them, so forlorn and without care about anything more than getting out of the hell that they've grown up in, or so poorly educated and incapable of making Reasoned decisions as to believe the recruitment Lies galore that the most artful of the Pathocratic propagandists have custom tailored just to lure them in. So, it is doubtful that any amount of additional time to come, nor any other cosmetic changes made in the U.S. demographic landscape, will see the distribution patterns of these Dead Soldier Pins change one bit.
What you See, now, my cherished friends, is what there Truly IS. The only change will be that the numbers of the Pins will grow, and grow and grow, endlessly, until there are simply no more soldiers dying. And that day will come only when they've either all had the sense to finally quit enlisting, and to finally quit obeying the unlawful deployments and illegal combat orders, when they've just sat themselves down wherever they are and refused to move until the criminals who've stolen and helped the thieves to steal the government (and all else belonging rightfully to the People of the United States of America) are in prison. Or else that day will never come until all of themselves, the involuntarily voluntary U.S. armed forces enlisted personnel, have all been used up and discarded and there are no more of their kindred left to replace them.
And now, please, look but once again. Some of those very few Dead Soldier Pins, in ones or twos in the remotest rural areas of the "red" North Central, Intermountain, Rocky Mountain and Southwestern states, are spot on top of American Indian reservations, such as that of the Oglala Sioux in western Nebraska, or the Western Shoshone in central Nevada, or the Lakota Sioux in South Dakota and the Navajo in New Mexico. There aren't many of the People left to sacrifice, but Iraq is doing for as many as it can, and fast as possible. Perhaps the enduring U.S. federal, BIA and BLM dreams of a time when there shall be no new generation officially born to any of the People again, perhaps that halcyon day when they can take back every inch of the land ever "given" to the Indians for their reservations, now approaches just a bit more rapidly. And who knows, with DU, it may come far much farther afield and sooner still.
So, Reader Friends herein, you can now See with me the Realities of the Dead Soldier Pins. Let us most sincerely thank the SotT Crew for giving us this graphic to learn from. And maybe we will honour the fallen, in our own way, by using it well in our growing comprehension of the Objective Reality: an endless Pathocratic War Against Humanity.
The SotT Picture of the Day, for Friday, 12 May, 2006, is like unto all pictures, in that it conveys Truths a thousand words might not tell so well. One hopes you will return to look again upon it, may chance for a moment of silent contemplation after reading these words. Let these poor words illuminate exactly what it is we See displayed upon that map of the homes of soldiers killed in Iraq. It doesn't include a half of the real U.S. soldiers now dead in and from the Iraq War, but only the official count's worth, only about a quarter, at most a third of the actual figure. So, for every "pin" upon that image, place two more beside it for Truth's sake, please.
Next, look upon the heaviest concentrations of those pins. What do we See, if the facts about those areas are Known? The vast majority of them lie in those states the Pathocrats' lackeys have long labeled as "blue" states, because they are strongholds of Democratic voters. Maybe they are Truly Blue instead, as in having the Blues, freezing blue in the cold from lack of money for heating fuel, being blue from their far too many heartbreaks, true blue and tried beyond all tolerance by their government's broken promises of sustenance, justice and equality for all. For they have in common something far more significant than which of the two Pathocratic twin political Party's Pyschopathic candidates they vote for in the rigged elections. They have in common what is also the cause for them being traditionally "Democratic" states.
The largest concentrations of the Dead Soldier Pins are all, without fail, in those states and urban zones with the greatest and deepest poverty, which is why there are indeed a many of them throughout the "red" Southern states. In the specific urban areas and even some of the most rural areas, like that nearly solid band sprayed across the southern half of lower Michigan, from the shores of Lake Erie, Lake St. Clair and Lake Huron, on the east, to the shore of Lake Michgan on the west, the Dead Soldier Pins ALL, without fail, mark the poorest areas of the nation and/or, (mostly and) the areas with the highest numbers of minority citizens and immigrants.
Most of them, the majority by far, are placed in urban zones long known for their "incurable" inner city blight. They mark the areas of entrenched, generationally downward economic mobility, all of it brought about by the most intentional of designs and careful execution. It serves well, inflicted just so, to ever guarantee yet another generation of helplessly trapped youngsters to "enlist." The Dead Soldier Pins stand in mute testimony to yet another generation of Americans born with no other hope for making a living in any sort of an honourable trade or "career," and sacrificed anew for the fattening of Pathocratic purses and egos.
The disenfranchised youth of America grab at the military way out of their urban, suburban and rural ghettos, the only choice that assures to them, so they are told, both the opportunity for a college education and for unlimited "career advancements," never finding out until it is far, far too late, that the Army wants short order cooks and dishwashers too, and always plenty aplenty, and more than plenty, of cannon fodder in the ranks. The Pathocrats promise them enough income to live well while they are able and youthful and can labour long and hard, and every imaginable, never real, heroic adventure their young hearts do yearn for. Plus, they are further promised, by the suave and Lying military recruiters, that they will have ample benefits for their retirement years when they are too old and feeble to do hard labour any more.
Their sole opportunity to grab for the "brass ring," delivering to them any of those deservedly Human Rights to simply work hard and earn a fair chance at self-support and enough to raise a family, was to enlist in the armed forces. They've been laid to rest now, betrayed, and ever so steathily tossed away like last week's fast food leftovers, too long ensconced within a closed car, quickly and without public viewing, cameras or fanfare, as though their odours were somehow most unpleasant to the noses of the Pathocrats who obtained their wholesale slaughter. The Dead Soldier Pins do and will mark those places where the Pathocrats are disposing of another entire generation's utterly downtrodden and desperate American youth.
But, no matter, for their younger siblings, cousins, friends and eldest children are now coming ripe of age to harvest for the next phases of the slaughterings planned to come. No matter, for there will surely always be enough of them, so forlorn and without care about anything more than getting out of the hell that they've grown up in, or so poorly educated and incapable of making Reasoned decisions as to believe the recruitment Lies galore that the most artful of the Pathocratic propagandists have custom tailored just to lure them in. So, it is doubtful that any amount of additional time to come, nor any other cosmetic changes made in the U.S. demographic landscape, will see the distribution patterns of these Dead Soldier Pins change one bit.
What you See, now, my cherished friends, is what there Truly IS. The only change will be that the numbers of the Pins will grow, and grow and grow, endlessly, until there are simply no more soldiers dying. And that day will come only when they've either all had the sense to finally quit enlisting, and to finally quit obeying the unlawful deployments and illegal combat orders, when they've just sat themselves down wherever they are and refused to move until the criminals who've stolen and helped the thieves to steal the government (and all else belonging rightfully to the People of the United States of America) are in prison. Or else that day will never come until all of themselves, the involuntarily voluntary U.S. armed forces enlisted personnel, have all been used up and discarded and there are no more of their kindred left to replace them.
And now, please, look but once again. Some of those very few Dead Soldier Pins, in ones or twos in the remotest rural areas of the "red" North Central, Intermountain, Rocky Mountain and Southwestern states, are spot on top of American Indian reservations, such as that of the Oglala Sioux in western Nebraska, or the Western Shoshone in central Nevada, or the Lakota Sioux in South Dakota and the Navajo in New Mexico. There aren't many of the People left to sacrifice, but Iraq is doing for as many as it can, and fast as possible. Perhaps the enduring U.S. federal, BIA and BLM dreams of a time when there shall be no new generation officially born to any of the People again, perhaps that halcyon day when they can take back every inch of the land ever "given" to the Indians for their reservations, now approaches just a bit more rapidly. And who knows, with DU, it may come far much farther afield and sooner still.
So, Reader Friends herein, you can now See with me the Realities of the Dead Soldier Pins. Let us most sincerely thank the SotT Crew for giving us this graphic to learn from. And maybe we will honour the fallen, in our own way, by using it well in our growing comprehension of the Objective Reality: an endless Pathocratic War Against Humanity.
