06-02-2012, 04:33 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-02-2012, 04:35 PM by 52midnight.)
> In all honesty I do not understand where most of you are coming from.
Once upon a time, many years ago in a land far, far away, there lived the most powerful man in the world. He was Commander-in-Chief of the world's deadliest military force, and leader of the world's richest country. His name was Bill Clinton, President Clinton, POTUS to his bodyguards - the President Of The United States. Bill was a Big Man who smoked a Big Cigar, and like many Americans he was arrogant, conceited, foul-mouthed and an enthusiastic deviate.
One of his favourite amusements was to telephone senior officials and influential people from the most famous room in the nation - the Oval Office in the White House - whilst seated at his desk with his fly unzipped, enjoying fellatio lovingly administered by the horde of young interns who pandered to his every whim. When news of this peccadillo leaked out, many of those so treated were enraged, and there were loud calls for his impeachment. Such a blow to national pride was thought too damaging, but Dirty Bill was subpoenaed to the witness box under oath and required to testify.
Other than denying facts to which others had already attested, most of his statements were very simple, "I can't remember." The continuous repetition of this claim by the most powerful man in the world should give pause for serious consideration to every thoughtful person. Following his testimony, questions were raised as to the veracity of his convenient memory lapses, but Big Bill was on certain legal ground. During the hearing, he kept "chugging" diet cola from cans displayed prominently on the dock in front of him. Diet cola is loaded with aspartame, a neurotoxin whose main side-effect is memory loss in proportion to consumption. His medical team gleefully pointed out that anyone who had consumed as much aspartame as Bill obviously had would be lucky to remember what happened fifteen minutes ago, much less fifteen months. Bill got a slap on the wrist, was let off without penalty, and now earns huge speaking fees by touring countries like Australia, where he is greatly revered as a man's man, and an ideal role model for young boys.
So what's the point of this story, you may ask? Well, do you know what is the biggest selling product line in supermarkets all across the "developed" world? Yep, you've got it! Coca-Cola beverages - Bill's Brew - large plastic bottles filled with corrosive industrial chemical concoctions containing known neurotoxins and carcinogens that people, young and old, swill by the bucket-load. It is usually accompanied by fatty industrial pseudo-foods containing processed meats loaded with veterinary antibiotics, hydrolyzed proteins, hydrogenated vegetable oils, endocrine disruptors, neurotoxins, carcinogens, and increasing quantities of genetically modified products - synthetic industrial organisms unknown in Nature, the effects of ingesting which are completely unknown.
Not only do citizens of the "developed" world consume this toxic industrial waste, they feed it to their children, and then complain that they suffer from mood swings, irritability, excitability, rotting teeth, "attention deficits", poor digestion, immune deficiencies, and disfiguring obesities. They further insist that the cause of these ailments is a mystery, that they are undeserved and of no known origin. When the simple facts above are pointed out to them, they respond with ridicule, invective, denial and insults. Is it any wonder that many of their kids are foul-mouthed little perverts by the time they reach puberty, and thereafter decline to a state worse even than their parents? Don't believe me? Just ask any high-school teacher.
I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP, even though such crass stupidity seems quite incredible. If anything were needed to illustrate the complete failure of modern "education", this must surely rank high on the list. It also illustrates the degree to which Man's natural appetite has so been perverted as to lead him into folly.
Once upon a time, many years ago in a land far, far away, there lived the most powerful man in the world. He was Commander-in-Chief of the world's deadliest military force, and leader of the world's richest country. His name was Bill Clinton, President Clinton, POTUS to his bodyguards - the President Of The United States. Bill was a Big Man who smoked a Big Cigar, and like many Americans he was arrogant, conceited, foul-mouthed and an enthusiastic deviate.
One of his favourite amusements was to telephone senior officials and influential people from the most famous room in the nation - the Oval Office in the White House - whilst seated at his desk with his fly unzipped, enjoying fellatio lovingly administered by the horde of young interns who pandered to his every whim. When news of this peccadillo leaked out, many of those so treated were enraged, and there were loud calls for his impeachment. Such a blow to national pride was thought too damaging, but Dirty Bill was subpoenaed to the witness box under oath and required to testify.
Other than denying facts to which others had already attested, most of his statements were very simple, "I can't remember." The continuous repetition of this claim by the most powerful man in the world should give pause for serious consideration to every thoughtful person. Following his testimony, questions were raised as to the veracity of his convenient memory lapses, but Big Bill was on certain legal ground. During the hearing, he kept "chugging" diet cola from cans displayed prominently on the dock in front of him. Diet cola is loaded with aspartame, a neurotoxin whose main side-effect is memory loss in proportion to consumption. His medical team gleefully pointed out that anyone who had consumed as much aspartame as Bill obviously had would be lucky to remember what happened fifteen minutes ago, much less fifteen months. Bill got a slap on the wrist, was let off without penalty, and now earns huge speaking fees by touring countries like Australia, where he is greatly revered as a man's man, and an ideal role model for young boys.
So what's the point of this story, you may ask? Well, do you know what is the biggest selling product line in supermarkets all across the "developed" world? Yep, you've got it! Coca-Cola beverages - Bill's Brew - large plastic bottles filled with corrosive industrial chemical concoctions containing known neurotoxins and carcinogens that people, young and old, swill by the bucket-load. It is usually accompanied by fatty industrial pseudo-foods containing processed meats loaded with veterinary antibiotics, hydrolyzed proteins, hydrogenated vegetable oils, endocrine disruptors, neurotoxins, carcinogens, and increasing quantities of genetically modified products - synthetic industrial organisms unknown in Nature, the effects of ingesting which are completely unknown.
Not only do citizens of the "developed" world consume this toxic industrial waste, they feed it to their children, and then complain that they suffer from mood swings, irritability, excitability, rotting teeth, "attention deficits", poor digestion, immune deficiencies, and disfiguring obesities. They further insist that the cause of these ailments is a mystery, that they are undeserved and of no known origin. When the simple facts above are pointed out to them, they respond with ridicule, invective, denial and insults. Is it any wonder that many of their kids are foul-mouthed little perverts by the time they reach puberty, and thereafter decline to a state worse even than their parents? Don't believe me? Just ask any high-school teacher.
I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP, even though such crass stupidity seems quite incredible. If anything were needed to illustrate the complete failure of modern "education", this must surely rank high on the list. It also illustrates the degree to which Man's natural appetite has so been perverted as to lead him into folly.