Runnymede Institute

Any UN document can be a mind numbing read and they know it so it’s a license to fiddle and they count on that too. The ‘baffle them with baloney’ approach means they only have to answer for their actions some of the time, when concerned individuals go digging and reading. Thankfully, there are many more of them today particularly in threatened markets and devastated personal livelihoods that seek redress. This UN ‘master of us all’ is a joke and the red-headed stepchild of the sovereignty-trumping League of Nations, which in turn must be dissolved. For now, unemployable nepotists with a chip the size of a socialist block on their shoulders can insinuate themselves into our lives with the greatest of ease, writing checques on our account ad infinitum.

A recent informal study by mathematicians and string theory eggheads estimated the words; ‘United Nation’s, ‘Directives’ and ‘Resolutions’ are repeated in the worldwide
media in 188 languages, 53,312 times on average per 24-hour cycle, each. Like the Rudy Giuliani School of Statistical Analysis, seems to me they made it all up on the spot. But that’s not important really, their hearts were in the right place. And it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to work out that each day, we hear words that are supposed to mean one thing ‘by consensus’ yet they have an opposite true intent and sometimes deadly impact spewed in general syntax .a.k.a. government propaganda placement by the UN’s partners in crime, i.e. USA Inc and they’ve had a lot of practice. The War of the Worlds broadcast was one of their earliest drills, Orson bequeathed us proof. They tested people’s reaction to pure terror by not warning that it was only a radio play and then determined every potential outcome by scanning the gossip papers, cheap intel.

Forward some years, “To Serve Man” is easily the finest allegory illustrating how the direst consequences can emanate from a lapse in translation but it also guages how people can be fooled, twice. The Twilight Zone was initially produced with funds from an obscure organisation that requested nothing more than it be popular. It was a perfect medium to test reaction level to pre-conditioning people for the weird and marathon TV watching, their new best friend. For the unitiated, yes, it’s a Cookbook. The visitors from another star made the planet perfectly habitable with abundant crops to feed their ‘human cattle’ and our hero’s on the spaceship to their slaughterhouse.

TV isn’t real-life but that’s not the point. Troubled souls ‘have’ ended up in a tower with a rifle reciting; “I am the Angel of Death, the Time of Purification is at Hand”.  The general reply; “normal folks know the difference” begs a question; What’s normal?

The nation’s venerable institutions are supposed to be chock-full of intellectually sound individuals. At the Chicago School back in the good old days, they had a Professor Leo Strauss, a man lauded for mentoring all the powerful movers and shakers we know today as the Neo-Conservatives. His ideas permeated every aspect of life in America as it evolved through the post war years. His disciples formed themselves into a phalanx that would function well independently and doubly so if they needed to close ranks. His open admission that Strauss got ‘all’ his ideas on structuring society from watching Gunsmoke was never mentioned widely nor was it ridiculed as the ravings of a half-baked Fruitcake that he was. And there’s the tomb that hides the graveyard?

Take any plotline from any random episode of this show and what you get is morality play and instillment of values, good old American Values. People carried them into their daily lives, being more considerate, fair and the strong looked after the weak. Matt Dillon, even in rerun is the image of manhood, loyal, strong, considerate, dependable. Without a flinch or shadow of a doubt, he killed one or two humans in each and every show and hardly anyone noticed. Well, they were just cockroaches weren’t they? Desensitise yourself was the subliminal message, death comes to all those who are deemed to deserve it, by the TV gods. Did anybody on planet earth idenity this as cognitive stress or the desensitising agent for the blood-spattered images about to pour out of Vietnam? A real life Cowboys an Injuns they staged with Tonkin? Nope, regular folks had never heard of nor imagined such skullduggery.

Some American kids finally got it. They didn’t say “get the f*ck out of Dodge” for nothing back in Danang. Disillusioned GIs knew the bad guys always eat lead!

Strauss’s disciples took 30 some years to worm their way into key positions of influence, which we witnessed as the denouement of the Neo-Con Slaughter Play that was “Shock and Awe”. Bush wasn’t kidding when he crowed ‘Mission Accomplished’. The world laughed heartily at and not with W but that was the anticipated reaction. Their Bona-Fide goal was to acclimatise the world public to a rapidly deployed force under a UN banner and death, lots of it and of course to deliver the USA as we knew it into the hands of the Globalists, Gunsmoke II-Revenge of the Ayrabs! The body count of well over a million is fully eclipsed by bread and games now. What a bloody genius!

Here’s the rub, when the chaos they’ve created and fostered becomes intolerable, the world is to look toward the UN for a One World solution, the final one. A starving world is part of this script and the UN has a trick for that too, Codex Alimentarius. If you can stomach a master class in doublespeak, go ahead and give it a shot. For one, they list Iron as a toxin and Fluoride, the toxic waste kind as a Nutrient. Their attack on the vitamin industry through seemingly scientific argument is the greatest travesty of all. Americans are dying of hunger and they don’t even know it. The foodstuff today is adulterated with fillers, dyes and taste agents but it’s basically dead, nutrition free.

Permit me to wish you well in the wars to come. Power seekers are certain to impede world oil supplies at some point and the rolling blackouts across the country are only a fraction of disasters to come. There is one last chance to save the place though and the world by proxy. Arrest and prosecute every barking Collectivist in sight! Then maybe, just maybe, we’ll all fall back in love with America once again.