So What Are You Going to Do About It?

by Scott Creighton

"So, what do we do about it?"

This question has been repeatedly asked of me as a direct result of any number of articles I have written or threads I have "hijacked" in the name of calling attention to this growing bi-partisan tide of imminent globalization, a.k.a. the Fascist State of World Government; the New World Order.

What do we do about it, indeed.

When you think about the scope and the breadth of this globalization campaign and all it's well-funded, interwoven, interlocking ivy-league staffed Think-Tanks, it's easy to succumb to your baser "flight" instinct. After all, how could any man succeed, even in the most peripheral of engagements, against such a conglomeration as this imperial movement that stands before us, when presidents (Kennedy), congressmen (Kucinich, Paul, McKinney, Sanders), scholars (Chomsky, Zinn), and heroes (King, Nader) have all fallen short of the mark?

'Just who the hell do you think you are compared to them?"

That altogether too familiar voice resonates in the back of your mind, echoing through the catacombs of lesser known trivialities of the criminal kind. That voice that reminds you of just how small and insignificant one man really is. This is a familiar voice, it's your voice, and it has been with you long before the doubt set in; before the research or the anger or the pain.

But you have pushed this voice out of your mind for a long time, silencing it's all too rational dissent, in favor of listening to the angrier voice, the rebellious voice, the human voice.

In so doing you have saddled up your steed, strapped on your armor, bid farewell to your trusty man-servant, and taken direct aim at the nearest fortified windmill. Your heart brimming with righteous indignation, your teeth clinched hard in your battle grimace, and your grip tightened upon your worn and splintered lance as your target looms into focus casting it's deep shadow on the bodies of the fallen who have made this charge before you. Their remains serve as a reminder that the predictable results have never been a matter for debate anywhere except for that one fleeting moment just before the battle between a man and his fate; that one moment when anything is possible, and you are completely and totally free.

We are a movement of Willy Lomans; incapable of understanding how anyone can go quietly into the night. We are struggling not to merely find some compromise between the values we cherish and the gathering gloom of the "free-trade zone" future the globalist elites have in store for us, but rather we forever seek the weakness inherent in their plan; it's flaw.

We are a movement of Willy Lomans, ridiculed as malcontents by a host of "Haps" who have accepted this dark future as inevitable and who are determined to forge for themselves the plushest accommodations this New World Order plantation has to offer. "Haps" who seek the privilege one would expect as complicit captives.

So, what do we do about it? What is next?

We endure and we strive to continue our search for that weakness, that flaw in their plan, and we try to remember something that I had recently forgotten; We must forgive our trespasses and forgive those who trespass against us. For it stands to reason that just as we must constantly struggle to resist that haunting voice of "reason" echoing in our own minds, so to must the "Haps" of this world suppress the Quixote voices in theirs. In time, and with luck, those voices will win out.

Sometimes it is enough to hold onto something just long enough for others to come along and take it up. That itself is the flaw in their plan that we have been looking for and the very thing that they are committed to driving into extinction; the will of man.

We may not all be destined to see the top of the hill, the view overlooking the field of victorious battle, but it is enough to know that though our numbers grow smaller everyday now, in time the human condition will win out and these dark days that we have been fortunate enough to be born into, will be forever viewed by history as man-kinds greatest test and it's most noble of victories.

What lies beyond this threshold is nothing less than the true destiny of the evolution of mankind and it is our duty to hold the door open, if just a crack, for as long as it takes our brothers and their children to pass through to the destiny that awaits them.

What do we do?

We endure, we strive, and we accept our role to rise to the occasion just like the thousands who have come this way before, who were dedicated to the commitment that this Great Experiment of ours shall not pass away in the night.

What do we do?

We will inform all we can to grow the brainpower working on this problem.

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"though our numbers grow smaller everyday now"?

By all indications the opposite is true.

The Machine loudly insists that we are few and isolated. It is a lie.

We are many and strong.

“On the altar of God, I swear eternal hostility against all forms of tyranny over the mind of man."--Thomas Jefferson