A mad scientist once said that if he could think of the edge of our galaxy he had in fact travelled there thus proving his theory we’ve already surpassed the ability to better the speed of light. In that spirit, a graffiti artist plumbed the depths of his pri-mordial pineal gland that’s the archive of innate behavioural algorithms and sussed the future.
The vision’s dark foreboding required the gentlest of warning notices to break the digital chains and shackles to our desktops and it was daubed in prominent London locations but cleaners showed up quicker than normal to wipe out the missive. Does the MoD have psychics of their own to make ethetrial connection or do they know that Brits are so pissed off, the runes favour chaos and it doesn’t require any crystal ball.
‘Turn off your computer-Go grow Cabbages’ hasn’t the eloquence of Madison Avenue to sell Yanks self-sufficiency but it went viral and appeared at OWS for a few seconds before they cleansed New York’s Zucotti Park. The controlled mainstream apparently scrubbed out the message, it might prompt them to use their brains and realise the Straits of Hormuz closing is a stunt to distract ‘em while the other pockets are picked.
Far-fetched predictions are a dime a dozen this fêted year of 2012, a new awareness envelopes humanity and although they don’t call us slaves, one can’t help feeling like somebody’s bitch for half of their waking day. Hands literally gelled the screen and reached out from the TV to drag people into the scenery, cryptic button pushing and subliminal frequencies now inhabit the digital jungle Internet as well as TV La La Land.
Shapers of opinion have long claimed Britain is the 51st US state yet the inverse is true when examining the control exercised by the City of London on US policy in it’s entirety. Take a short cruise in your own time machine and prepare to enter a Utopia where humans conditioned via dog-training method bow to the whims of a faceless bureaucracy and individualism is a disease that must be eradicated sharpish on sight.
RMI would like to leave you with a friendly caution not to take the horrific tripe media trumpets too seriously, apart from a few bona fide nutcases, people are nicer than all that. It’s the ‘functioning’ psychopath that will make this year and the next decade that follows dark if you allow them or tolerable should you care to take responsibility and recognise them now via theatrics of political absurdity bringing sad events to a head.
An unelected Mr. Cameron is building his Blair-style dossier to attack Iran while the poison dwarf of Paris eggs on Syrian usurpers and their fillet de sole brother in DC declares himself King of Kings. It begs a question;
“Why doesn’t anyone give these creeps the slap they deserve?
Iranians aren’t some blockhead troglodytes, confronted with approving an attack on Persian civilisation for the sake of key oil companies, they anticipate our disregard to their barbarous, homicidal tendency. No matter how we dress it up, the empire is in it’s dying throes and the planet’s major capital holders experience a difficulty taking us to higher levels in the Pan-Geo illusion with power gingerly slipping their near death-grip.
Global Order is derailed already and all the indicators point to plan B, elites bugger off to a safe place, cause bloody clashes to begin. The rich have built bunkers, fortresses where they can ride out the storm they’ve been seeding from high up but that too is bound to preserve less of their worldly wealth as tables turn on their minions. It’s now estimated that only 6,000 globalist apparatchiks manipulate the world as we know it.
That’s all ‘the plan’ called for when young oligarchs of the Venetian Giovanni had first heard it from the lips of Paolo Sarpi himself. Absent a time machine, click the link in the above image and travel back in time to a world where a very small group of men worked out how to trap people in debt cycles whose outcomes were already known to the initiators of financial scams. History has proven them successful in their enterprise because the modus operandi hasn’t changed a jot since 1613.
Let us skipped forward too, to that part of the scheme where they entice a country to act against their own best interest and you won’t need a time tunnel to figure out the TV news narrative for months. A US government left in a properly functioning state will necessarily buckle to public demands by the end of the year to open SEC records and begin digging into the network of crime sucking money from the American people.
But let’s refrain from wild flights of the imagination, we need to go further than that to savour the dastardly genius with which the genuine elite operate. America undergoes an orderly takedown, a period of civil strife is programmed a la IMF riot then perhaps some shooting but in the end, you’ll be surprised to learn the elite pin their hopes on Ron Paul becoming president. Media maintains his underdog status, he’s the well of sanity and ethics, a man elites can negotiate with after they’ve provoked US civil war.
They always have to leave somebody to negotiate with, a new global currency can’t be forced down people’s throats by any old means. Desperate Americans live in tent cities while the sweat equity of their lives vanishes in mortgage scams to be sold for pennies on the dollar. The Yanks are being pushed into a corner, trapped like rats so they’ll have to fight, the elite music companies already provided appropriate anthems.