Braznor
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- Oct 9, 2005
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At one time, I too was under the delusion of the current political processes. Then I grew up and realized they are all the same in my country or yours.
Obama or Romney, it makes no difference what mask a politician wears, just remember it is one to always fool you Americans.
Obama or Romney, it makes no difference who wins because in the end it is you who always lose and and it is the establishment which always win.
Obama or Romney, I have personally come to realize in the past two or three years that Ron Paul is the best candidate who can offer the most positive difference to your lives. But the system is against him, so him being your president is out of question nearly forever.
Obama or Romney, remember what ever you choose, the true establishment will always force upon you their choices one way or another. These two faces are just your psychological alternatives to accept how the choice is accepted in your mind. It does not matter what these choices are, it is always only for your worse, but these two faces are the soothing comforting elements of denial to ensure you accept the compromises of your liberty and prosperity after numbing down your brain enough to swallow the pain the system is inflicting on you and your loved ones.
Obama or Romney, it makes no difference unless you consider these choices in terms of the least damaging factors to your wellbeing. Thats the best you can do at this time and at this rate, hope too in the much foreseeable future.
This reminds me of a poem of a great man, his poem was for sailors, addressing them as the true sons of an island called Salamis, the first motherport in naval history. This great man identified himself as a son of the Naval Mother Salamis and rued her sorrow when this 'mother' learns the true tragic fate of her loving son. We need not be sailors to understand this. Replace Salamis with Mother America (or India for me) and we as the sons of liberty can identify the pain of this great man. Here is his poem, note I make no comment on its circumstances, just the appropriateness of its context to the tragedy of the loss of freedom amongst all free men over the globe:
Obama or Romney, it makes no difference what mask a politician wears, just remember it is one to always fool you Americans.
Obama or Romney, it makes no difference who wins because in the end it is you who always lose and and it is the establishment which always win.
Obama or Romney, I have personally come to realize in the past two or three years that Ron Paul is the best candidate who can offer the most positive difference to your lives. But the system is against him, so him being your president is out of question nearly forever.
Obama or Romney, remember what ever you choose, the true establishment will always force upon you their choices one way or another. These two faces are just your psychological alternatives to accept how the choice is accepted in your mind. It does not matter what these choices are, it is always only for your worse, but these two faces are the soothing comforting elements of denial to ensure you accept the compromises of your liberty and prosperity after numbing down your brain enough to swallow the pain the system is inflicting on you and your loved ones.
Obama or Romney, it makes no difference unless you consider these choices in terms of the least damaging factors to your wellbeing. Thats the best you can do at this time and at this rate, hope too in the much foreseeable future.
This reminds me of a poem of a great man, his poem was for sailors, addressing them as the true sons of an island called Salamis, the first motherport in naval history. This great man identified himself as a son of the Naval Mother Salamis and rued her sorrow when this 'mother' learns the true tragic fate of her loving son. We need not be sailors to understand this. Replace Salamis with Mother America (or India for me) and we as the sons of liberty can identify the pain of this great man. Here is his poem, note I make no comment on its circumstances, just the appropriateness of its context to the tragedy of the loss of freedom amongst all free men over the globe:
Fair Salamis, the billows’ roar,
Wander around thee yet,
And sailors gaze upon thy shore
Firm in the Ocean set.
Thy son is in a foreign clime
Where Ida feeds her countless flocks,
Far from thy dear, remembered rocks,
Worn by the waste of time–
Comfortless, nameless, hopeless save
In the dark prospect of the yawning grave....
Woe to the mother in her close of day,
Woe to her desolate heart and temples gray,
When she shall hear
Her loved one’s story whispered in her ear!
“Woe, woe!’ will be the cry–
No quiet murmur like the tremulous wail
Of the lone bird, the querulous nightingale–
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