The patriotism scam
and the character of our intent
LAST CHANCE TO RESCUE YOURSELF
By John Kaminski
Now at last we can see what the patriotism scam has brought us. In the grey fuzzy dawn the grim silhouettes of motionless bodies frozen in a field reveal the character of our intent. These are the designated enemy we’ve been trying to kill and finally succeeded. Their blood is spent and hardening on the poisoned Earth.
Is this scene in a foreign country, or here at home? With each passing day it’s getting harder to tell.
These dead foreigners overseas look like earthquake victims of our mindless wrath. They stare back at us with sightless eyes, searching for a sun they cannot see, a whole family motionless — mother, father, daughter, son — frozen in time in the dreams we try to avoid or deny, unsuccessfully. It’s why so many soldiers come home and kill themselves, ever afraid to ask who we really are and what we’ve really done. Terminally afraid to face the facts.
Grizzled gremlins of a world we never fully understood, we share stories of how we tried to avoid the draft but failed and wound up seeing more than we ever wished to see. We mourn those friends who can’t come back to share their pain with us, we see those broken families still alive resembling in the fetid grey dawn those who did not come home, trying to heal their broken dreams with any drug that comes along or with some unscripted act of violence that cannot be explained.
Our teeth reflexively grind together as we listen to those desperadoes in tuxedos explain their rationales for constant slaughter as they sip their expensive nectar and pocket their constant bribes. If we try to be like them we can’t stomach the stench of our own betrayal which we endorse simply by our own survival. So we hide from ourselves in the shadowy corners of our own shame. The real horror is that we take this poison home and infect the world with it. As the public cheers our jaundiced exploits we wonder who they are and what we have become simply by following orders.
Knowing that our leaders have decided to kill us off, we sit silently discussing how bad things are.
It seems to me and only me we’re trying to heal a wound we cannot see by repeating it endlessly, which is but another definition of insanity.
It pains me most that people don’t recognize we set up this phony crimeocracy in Ukraine to secretly insert our poisons into Russia and then voluntarily support this Frankenstein concoction accompanied by leering U.S. politicians collecting bribes when Russia objects to us killing their people, their innocent women and children, with constant mortar fire, surreptitious ambushes and other assorted methods typical of the cowardly scumbag criminals we have voluntarily become.
The people of the United States support this sleazeball murder plan and are willing to wage what is clearly the rape of the world, though they pretend it is something else, something more noble or more reasonable. A more reasonable murder and sabotage plan. So Americans can save face with that, they think.
It pains me to think that people still believe in a COVID test that doesn’t work to fight a contrived disease that has never been legitimately identified, with treatment plans that have been proven to be fatal. Most doctors still believe in masks that stop the spread of germs, and we continue to place our trust in them as they prescribe ever more carcinogenic drugs that not only don’t work but create more diseases than ever before.
So fly that Ukrainian flag. And put that mask back on as well. It was designed to keep your mouth shut. It seems that it’s one thing you are able to do.
It pains me to think that people still believe in a plastic president who may well have been replaced by an actor claiming he has a plan to stop the invasion of well dressed foreign refugees with debit cards when he has allowed this alien onslaught to infiltrate America these past two years, five million strong, and now he’s taking credit for stopping them, while Washington’s finest well dressed simpering wimps wildly applaud his bumbling assurances.
What kind of charade has this life become as we innocent Americans careen toward our doom accompanied by our constantly lying controlled media every step of the way?
So this is life — and very soon to be death — for all Americans trapped in the patriotism scam.
Our desultory democracy demands we obey the programming of our keepers who declare that we are being replaced by a fresh bunch of patsies who know less than we do about the poisonous policies that have ruined our country. Our country, which we were convinced was ours until we read the fine print in our capricious lease on life that showed it really wasn’t ours but instead belonged to a group of private bankers who have now announced they are about to foreclose and evict us from life itself.
All that cheering for the beauty of American democracy, all that hoopla over this candidate and that, all that belief in smarmy canards like ‘no one is above the law’ — all that poppycock has gotten us is a ticket to nowhere and a promise for nothing as the punks with money and guns are about to take everything you thought you owned, including your life.
Got that booster shot yet? It’s the patriotic thing to do.
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John Kaminski is a writer who lives on the Gulf Coast of Florida, constantly trying to figure out why we are destroying ourselves, and pinpointing a corrupt belief system as the engine of our demise. Solely dependent on contributions from readers, please support his work by mail: 6871 Willow Creek Circle #103, North Port FL 34287 USA.
John’s email address: pseudoskylax@gmail.com
