What are We Supposed to Do About It?

You know..
I get a dry kind of kick when I’m informed of there not being a need to stress any of the wrongdoings going on.

It’s usually from friends who have sweet and content lives going on. Politics bore them. Or they simply feel that nothing is worth the risk or hassle unless it’s of “much more important” matters.
I understand. Sure. Every individual has different ideas on what’s important, I get that.
However, when I present a hypothetical scenario to these “Joe Cool” kind of buddies of mine, on what they would do if they walked in on someone actively using their grandmother’s face for boxing practice..
Well, let’s just say it’s not appreciated when I snark out an additional question on whether they’d be able to grab a hot dog with me in the middle of this very hypothetical and truly weird assault.

Then, there’s the typical and hopelessly expressed
“What in the world can we do then, if we can’t do anything?”
There’s plenty to do, even though we can’t fight them.

They own everything. The majority of corporations are in loyal and long -standing support of them.

It’s not as if the meek will or can miraculously grow courage overnight, if at all ever again.

To tell the honest truth, the majority of us mattered so very little on their radar as worthwhile “things”… that we were immediately sentenced to be “gotten rid of” long before we were conceived.

A surrealist pessimist could say that our choosing to be born was a foolish waste of energy.

I know these things.
I was conceived at one of those love-ins held across the nation in ’68.
In a warped sense, the UN is the only “being” that planned for me and “wanted” things like me around.

As negative and troubling characters to figure into the destruction and all around screwing up of America.

I was reminded on the constant that I wasn’t wanted, by my adoptive mother, as a little girl. And I grew to be so intolerable of an individual, that my birth mother forbade me from contacting her ever again..after I met her for the first time, decades ago.
So, ya..I wouldn’t consider myself (my youngest self anyway) a desirable nor quality kind of creature to bother keeping around. Nor even worth thinking about at all actually.

That’s not the point. I’ve had my turn on this ride.
Hard times are ahead..for my children.
For the people who will love them, hang around them and share their lives.
If I can help them avoid the pitfalls and traps thrown down by other people, then that’s what I will do.
It is what I am SUPPOSED to do. Most importantly. What I WANT to do.
I am fully aware that I am a “sappy and ignorant beast”

(not their exact words- just the best way to describe how it feels to read how they feel about us ) for harboring feelings of love for my children while trying to raise them.

Funnily enough, with all of the books, pamphlets, school classes, movies, TV shows, magazines, seminars, advertisements, songs and posters that the UN’s beloved media cranked out during my childhood, my teen years, my adolescence, my adulthood…never ONCE did I pick up on that particular message.
I seem to have goofed up by paying attention to all this stuff being spoken about “loving your neighbor as yourself”, being kind, being nice, being “this” and gee whiz a little of “that” too.
With the noise going on about all that mushy stuff about honor, trust and additional bla bla, I must have missed that part where I was supposed to pop out and abandon my junior “things” into the UN’s loving and warm arms (in their grand little “village”) to raise.

That’s perfectly OK too, though.
Because it just so happens, I had the opportunity to enjoy bringing those experiences into play for my own life. No thanks to them.

Against all odds, no matter what..

This “worthless” woman actually managed to see and enjoy loving and being loved along the way. I dare say that I may have done a little bit of good, that meant something to someone that actually had value, along the way.

It’s what convinced me that there was a true Creator.

Finally. For I did have a “few” doubts along the way.
One who cared for me. Truly.
One who blessed my life with ground beneath my feet..despite every square inch being dug out from under me by the only powers that matter on this earth.
One that let me know that I was worth something and that nothing was ever too great of a mistake or too dreadful of a crime for me to not be forgiven…as long as I was sincere enough to face facts and actually do the work that all “good books” asked of us.
Oh, we got promises of those things, of protected health, protected happiness by the only powers that matter, of course.

But those “guarantees” never materialized (as far as I noticed over fifty years) from them, whenever I was foolish enough to do as they suggested or as I was instructed.

I know I could be accused of being a fool for “listening” to productions on the screen or from the radio… but there isn’t much to go on when you’re a young human growing up without a family (or herd) who loves you and gives two sniffs about what happens to you.

Folks prone to letting you know how much you’re regretted and what a waste you are..they don’t really spend much time on such trivialities, with kids they delight in calling “unwanted garbage”.

That’s ALL I had to go on. To show me how to act. How to grow. Where the “best direction” was in order for me to be accepted and worth something in society.

The dictates, doctrine and  info from only one source; that at least had an investment in keeping my miserable hump fenced in on this planet, until it was time for me to expire.

The good ole UN and its spectacular system of propaganda.

My children were born to be loved more than any treasures that any man could want or own.
Despite the flaws, the screw-ups and the occasional bickering.

I already grew up with the “love” and “caring” of this god awful joke of an institution.
The one that is actively hustling, tricking and herding our children away from us. Turning them against us and so forth. Destroying them.
While it’s  no big bag of gumballs to me and my own life…if I were to leave my children with no defenses or ways to understand what is truly in store for them, in the UN’s “care” as helpless slaves, it would be the most cruel and emotionally violent thing I would ever do in my life.
If I have no choice as to the magnitude of damages or the length of time involved in these damages, I most certainly have a choice…and a right…to do my best to warn them and advise them on who to not trust (EVER)  in order to have a much happier and safer existence for themselves.

I can’t even begin to try imagining how to pretend that things are “all right”..if one were to be honest with themselves on what’s happening.
The thought conjures up the image of being a brain dead and emotionless mannequin. Unable to see anything and unable to move.
Despite my “disabled” nature, I have to say..even I can’t act that well..at all.

There is PLENTY to do.

Not to win some ridiculous battle where we’re in the barrel and they’re above armed with shotguns and those stupid smirks they’re so fond of wearing.

There’s plenty to do to help our youth survive this atrocious mess. To live…with dignity, confidence and security…through it all.
Until they come out of the other side. When they’ll be finally free and finally able to set about repairing what will take a string of generations to soothe, repair..and hopefully forget about.

There are many things.
One main thing being the complete and thorough disassociation with Media-as it exists now.
No more getting bugged by company ads that come at you as if you wouldn’t manage to survive without being reminded of what you need. Or convincing you of junk you don’t need.
No more convincing your daughters that freely exposing their genitalia to the world is some sort of “female empowerment”.

No more transparent five dollar goon shows where the world of “serious” politics is run exactly like a board game; complete with red colors for one side of the board and blue for the other; different s–t, exact same sides of one force.
No more seeing the worst of groups you’re not familiar with, or being told  lies about  groups of human beings by one unchallenged tribe.

Lies that erode so many angles of so many global relationships that is truly an ugly crying shame to know that grown adults actually earn their fortunes doing this..in this modern age. Even worse, with us pathetic enough to worship them and treat them with more respect than our own blood kin.
And no more spreading specific and influential suggestions-dripped through our “veins” like an ivy of psychic poison, year after year, decade after decade. From the start of modern Media…

Throughout my own coming of age…



(these vids are a nice sampling of how loyal Massa’s pets often were in those days; obviously wearing and showing off their master’s collar as they did.)
..to today-which I don’t need to present examples for.

We know what the many examples are, of today’s Media’s rot and infestation.

We forked over enough cash to help them build their comfortable and gilded lives for the “privilege” of being conditioned by them.. So, we should know them already.

That was just the top layer of disease that will be eradicated..when we decide to get serious about doing something.

At merciful least, we can teach and groom our children to do the same for their children; the children they’re allowed to keep, that is.
It’s simple. And very easy to start doing.

I do have the right , at the very least, to do that.

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