War is pollution.
Right now the sheer volume of thick gray pollution streamed skyward across the military globe from detonating bombs constitute a major and undiscussed contributor to Global Warming.
Worse than putt putt 1800 child labor smokestacks even, there's so much of it!
And this, I dare speak out loud, threatens the very future of life each and every day it continues. Oh, and takes it all now at site.
That part.
Everyone yelling at H Sanders sulky face to admit she agrees with her boss man if the mainstream Press is enemy of the people is like Monty Python true life. I am no "supporter" but as a trained journalist I kindly offer in this case 45 is correct. Fourth Estate Journalism died long ago with affiliates and mergers.
Literally, Syndicates.
Media is owned (thus edited by) by multi-national Corporate interests who directly lobby and contribute millions to politicians while you Joe Citizen can't, and only consume what they give you in 30-second bytes and carefully worded headlines.
These are the same people who invented "small print" and fast talk on radio ads to comply with Law to protect you.
Advertising is NOT Journalism. Editors are bosses. If Media is not in your interest, then whose is a question, and if trying to control you the consumer is standard procedure, that's no friend.
No conspiracy is needed BTW. It's called Editorial Board and Shareholder.
Blam! Broad daylight apparent lightning, no thunder. Like bomb out front. Crapped our pants. And of course I ran right to Darpie Doodles to confirm the hit ... Post haste if you will.
Now that's some Jade Helm shit well done my friends, considering an about-to RT share.
The occult is you saw the moon wrong. The real cover up in the sky.
Rahu p'tooey if you Will.
The minute we said post-truth world, we betrayed Her, for there really never was any period of Truth yet.
Manufactured consent to invented Narrative. The question is what are "masses," and that so whittled out? We are losing order and sense in our world because meaning is boiling away.
Our senses do not know the difference between real and artificial stimulus, only that what is presented to them gets relayed directly to the brain, even when emanating from a chip or augmented VR. Light, even, has given way to chipglow. Is it really light?
The invented reigns. There is no common Reality.
Language is a virus indeed William, it is the Other -- alien -- another space where strands of stimulus and receptive fabrics intertwine -- it is extrapolation from the eternal Now, and thus indifferent to big T truth. The two cannot occupy space simultaneously, words and truth.
Thus contemplation, silence and sea.
We have made the poison sound sweet too long so now comes the one Flush.
Royal, you could even say.
