The politics of reality
A leading Norwegian newspaper takes the view that it is the Alawites and the Christians who are the problem in Syria, which is blatantly untrue. The Brussels Mafia have decided that the former henchman is the right person, which suits Israel too for the time being
What is disturbing is that Europe’s leaders do not understand that globalism is over and that we will see new security zones that will leave Europe a quaint place for Russian or Chinese tourists. For a small country like Norway, the new system is a bonus as it no longer has to rely on the continent
This morning I woke up to a new world.
It was indeed an imaginary world.
It was a longed for, utopian world.
A world of dreams and not nightmares.
A world of neither red nor blue.
A possible but not probable world that's
Free of hate; but filled with love.
Free of conflicts and wars;
Filled with goodwill and peace.
Free of sickness, pain, or grief;
Free of homelessness and hunger;
Free of assaults, murders, or rape;
Free of welfare; filled with work;
Free of handouts, beggars, or poverty.
Free of greed; filled with opportunity.
It was neither communist nor capitalist.
It was neither regionalism nor globalism.
It was not a dictatorship nor religious state.
It was not a republic but a kingdom.
It was The Kingdom of God.
This basic wish
Is the wish of every mother and child
The wish for things to be safe and fun
For everyone to smile
And not push and shove, yell and fight.
It’s the wish that drives them like sheep
Into the beautiful green pastures over there
Just beyond the bounds, always
Just out of reach.
It’s the wish to unite
Form a one world government or religion
Or circle to sing kumbaya
To hold us all together
Keep us safe in the night
And fed in the morning.
It’s also the wishful dream that fades
When Sun rises on another day
And it’s time to once again
Simply care
For all things we need to do
The bitter and the sweet
Made better by the fact
Adversity builds something
Nothing else can.
(11/22/24)
Globalism dreams itself a hegemon, a giant upon a throne of glass, ephemeral,
And can only live through brief stints, sporadic in time and deed,
Through the harshest force of terror, its heart locked within shadow;
It silently prepares to rule through fear, for such is its path to ascend.
"Children of the world, unite!" is the cry, but it's a cry muffled by deeply implanted fears,
They hammer nails of "justice" into half-informed minds as into hard, thick wood,
To steal away the thought of self, to wring out reason to the last drop,
And to build within them a clean conscience for the dirty game they are doomed to play.
Crumbling on stage, this globalism cloaks words in noble masks of care and well-being,
But beneath them, the whisper of ancient chains lays upon the shoulders of the unsuspecting.
A world that rolls towards unity, yet breaks into pieces of ice and silence,
In their play, we become unsuspecting pawns, in a game that pawns its future for naught.
Stalin cared nothing for his people
Mao Zedong was likewise
Cruel and brutal tyrants
Who slaughtered millions of their own people.
And now let those who espouse the ideals
Of communism, marxism, socialism and globalism
Learn the truth from the blood soaked landscape
Of the twentieth century
And listen to the haunting cries
Of countless millions who have died...
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly 2022.
3/9/22
Just pretend a baby in the womb isn't a baby at all
Just pretend America is evil and deserves to fall
Just pretend we have no borders and never complete the wall
Just pretend there is no crime and we don't enforce any laws
Just believe there is no God and the environment becomes religion
Just believe opposition is racist to keep people in division
Just believe in reckless spending our future enslaved by selfish decisions
Just believe in globalism while our people suffer improvised living
All the silly people staying dumb
to the truth they are numb
A fake president with fake news
the world imploding in shadows of blue
War is profit extinct the dove
preach hate forsake love
Boys are girls and girls are boys
grooming children for woke toys
Famine and fear grip the earth
false mandates controlled by virus birth
The rich get richer the poor do without
the elite only sow seeds of doubt
No more oil means no more food
with Build Back Better all will lose
Silly people obsessed with silly things
destroying the world by being insane.
His grace returned
Beautiful messenger of one
Delivered beyond
Hidden away
With much to say
When searching to stand
Proved we can
Safely within his land
God expanded beyond our hands
Protected our forever
Like our precious Mother
Dispersion
Excursion
Deeper
A receiver
Through every color
Delivered God honor
Setting the mood
As the world views
Globalism cleared as her crystal prism
Gained through God wisdom
My Lord believes in thee
Our love of spirits are free
Once upon a time,
At least 3 scores ago,
like now, there was a thing
called politics. Back then, and
even until now, it is said that all
politics is 'local'. Once upon a time,
when I was just a boy, perhaps it was local.
But I am a man now, and I tell you sincerely,
I beg to differ. Politics is far and beyond local.
Call it Geo-politics, Globalism, or One World Government.
I tell you, Real Estate may still be: location, location, location;
but beware and be wish when you hear that all politics is local.
090221PS
The lust of money is the want of power to buy anything
Or anyone just for fun and toss it in the trash
Poverty escapes you, desires are cheap, love is for a price
Buy it just because, sell it just for, need it never did
How or why are for lessers, failure is a tax deduction
Mistakes only a write off, you can never be too rich
Purchase eternity with wealth, control the world
A conscience exist for the needy, money begat money
The world is your playground, borders are for the poor
Globalism makes life cheap, technology rules
Boredom is the new sin, shame but a game
If the day goes bad erase it, with enough money
Tomorrow is but yesterday rebooted.
FAKE NEWS IS THE PRODUCT OF THE DEEP STATE,
AND ITS MANY WAYS OF DISTRACTING AND DIVIDING ITS POPULATION.
THE TRUTH WILL NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY AS LONG AS THE
THE DEEP STATE IS IN CONTROL.
THE CONSPIRACY RUNS DEEP AND MAY NOT BE VISIBLE TO THE MASSES.
HOWEVER, THE HERD MENTALITY IS WAKING UP TO THE DECEPTIONS
OF THE DEEP STATE.
IT'S A CHOICE BETWEEN LIBERTY OR TYRANNY?
IT'S A CHOICE BETWEEN A SOVEREIGN REPUBLIC OR GLOBALISM?
IT'S A CHOICE BETWEEN INDIVIDUAL FREEDOM OR COMMUNISM?
WHAT IS YOUR CHOICE FOR OUR FUTURE?
I CHOOSE LIBERTY.
THE POWER OF THE DEEP STATE,
IS NO MATCH FOR THE POWER OF THE PEOPLE!
THE LABYRINTH OF THE DEEP STATE IS COMPLEX,
BUT THE LIGHT OF THE TRUTH IS STRONGER!
WRITTEN BY,
CHADWICK ANDREW VINCENT
OCTOBER 2019.
Globalism
The winter after war was not jubilant
the snow was slushy like the beginning of spring.
A poor street, houses had not been painted
not much food and the ice was reluctant to let
go of its deadly grip.
I saw it along a wall of flaking cement
a small solitary, yellow flower the colour so bright
it blinded me it was like I had a moment of clarity
I understood and saw it all.
In the windows of old houses’ on sills
flower in pots in tins, humanities need for beauty.
I must not forget hasted home find a piece of paper and write it down.
But I didn’t get it down on paper my thoughts that were influenced
by beautiful minds.
So long ago now,
it was 1950 and people were friendly
we had suffered together and survived.
We are not the people of the world we are tribe, however modern,
it is our group's survival that counts.
Tribalism is much stronger than globalism it can never speak our language.
A nasty, string of wood carvings
Bellowing scripted atrocities
Successfully distracting the masses.
The village idiot has risen to power
Playing the part with inflated lungs of egotism
Against the backdrop of looming globalism.
Greedy, seedy, needy, speedy, targets
Of wasted life in the hot sand.
He tries to build a castle
Only to have it blown away by the dry wind.
Dry wind, the bad breath of evil
The falling of another empire.
THE AMERICAN WAY OF LIFE,
IS A WORLD OF ILLUSION,
OF MATERIALISM,
AND EXCLUSION.
OUR POLITICIANS ARE SMOOTH TALKERS,
STEERING US TOWARD ULTIMATE GLOBALISM.
RECESSION, REPRESSION, AND AGGRESSION;
OUR CITIES AND TOWNS ARE CHANGING,
NEVER THE SAME AS WE REMEMBER.
LET'S FIGHT FOR A BETTER FUTURE,
AND A BETTER NOW.
WE HAVE BEEN ASLEEP A LONG TIME.
LET US NOW AWAKE,
AND CLAIM OUR STAKE.
BY, CHADWICK ANDREW VINCENT
APRIL 2015.
Waft borderless borders;
within;
The dividing line that separates the free
and the slaves;
where strangers come and go
but the cage is never lifted.
Where sticks and stones travel farther,
and idle remains your soul possession;
pocketed,
dispossessed
and disenfranchised.
Standing frozen in the temporal sea,
while global earth spins yonder;
giving birth to a global movement;
devoid of you,
where the shining guards of globalism obstruct your path
and the cage is never lifted.
apartheid in an open prison,
borders without a border,
where freedom is ill defined
and internal struggle
links the spider web without a spider to keep it.
Parachutes and pillboxes clamor,
such a colorful rumba of
mood elevators locked in time-
released buffers. They can't wait,
they can't wait for the future,
with stanisodium fluoride
and beta blockers, humming
walls of dazzle in high-def,
explosions and collisions in rich
clarity with those smug ties
and flirty personas. Clearly
those farmers didn't want
freedom enough if they weren't
happy being blown into
confetti in a grand unveiling
of just what globalism means.
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