What ifs • 3

Gaza today is Guernica every day!
That’s how you could know a bigger war is on its way

The promise of any crime is that it would go unpunished. 
Those who benefited from it would never be caught or revealed.
A crime is a shortcut to create an irreversible circumstance,
Whereby there were no shortcuts and no open paths.

Crimes like lies tend to catch up with the perpetrators.
But the scope is to delay the retribution and reach a safer ground.
Where a settlement is possible, desirable or some compromise,
Whereby a victim accepts some role in the crime,
And the owner owns in part their crime.

Crimes in our time do not get justice but a compromise.
Crime is a zero sum game for too many state actors that are criminals.

Assange is free but freedom of the press he left behind bars.

The visible thing about speaking lies is that one's mind and body starts believing them while one's soul still does some searching.

Humans are not build to switch between truth and lies too often or too much before the mind starts thinking lies to be the truth and truth to be a lie.

The need for empirical truth is more than ever relevant in our relative world we live in where the consequences of lies believed to be the truth can be dire, as two world wars prove. Living a lie or with the lies mascaraing as truth brought and will bring empires down and a disaster in the process that is the fall. 

The fight has always been for the truth, and the lie mascaraing and mirroring it to be vanquished! Our shared history is truth our ideological ideals and differences are generally the lies we live with until we don't.

We lived to hear 'war is peace', the Orwellian words uttered in the same manner and tone of voice by an 80s Erich Honecker lookalike, today dressed as NATO's leader. No one stood up to stop this man, no one retorted that our shared history had proven the opposite, no one met this man with a rebel laugh to show him we are more and bigger than his power game played by his one party, the party of war.

We can only hope now that our future, life and security would rely not on the statements of such man to be fooled and some seduced by the sophistry of 'war is peace' that serves the few but not the many peoples of Europe. We are again being slowly sacrificed and marched towards a war, a scaffold or ditch under the promise of peace while that man speaks from his safe high-office. We are becoming lost to war and in embracing war we can only find one peace, the peace we've seen so much of in Ukraine. That peace of war that is one death assured.

On these lands Love is Hate, War is Peace, Love is War, Hate is Peace. 

Deadly oppression has the same face everywhere

Never other and never less

Always hiding under the same guise

As the lawful necessity provoked by others.

In our world you cannot love

Without breaking someone’s heart

And someone cannot be fulfilled without breaking yours.

How we love our heartache is the way we are.

In our world it is impossible not to have seen, desired or craved,

Something that couldn't be yours that you loved and held dear,

Until that feeling was lost and rejection set in.

Desire and rejection both rule this world.

But rejection is overpowering all that we could've loved.

There may come a time too soon, when people would not die of disease but expire through the unbearable demise, disappointment and desperation of our half-elected leaders, that cancel day-by-day the word PEACE.

Investing in destruction, in the lives war defrauds for the sake of the 'war economy', could kill many with its burden, anguish, destitution and forceful giving up on a peaceful life that is demolished and turned into rubble and waste.

You cannot rule the world and then pretend, where your humanity is concerned you cannot do nothing about the consequences of the wars you wage.

You cannot rule the world and then pretend, the gap between the wars and that of PEACE is not growing there, unless you cancelled peace, before your war began.

Wars are many, PEACE is only ONE for all – the very neutering and dissolution of the divide, suppress and conquer rule.

We find pain in pleasure, too often than not,

And then, we take pleasure in pain.

As agency we can be sure of,

In the nature of the Darwinism we have bought.

A sickness, that aims, to surround us, all.

How many of us can say we live in A world we want to live in, at least half the time?

As long as such figure remains in the womb unknown

life feels and looks more and more like an open-ended compromise

where we have to abort or kill our innocence

in a world we do not believe in, or trust nor are happy to join or be part of...

This is the main achievement of a new millennium

of mass compromise, liberal servitude and high-stakes genocide and crime.

Some people create Hell for others on Earth yet they expect Heaven for themselves...

The only privilege famous people don’t have today or can’t indulge is not to be corrupted, corrupting or having to corrupt.

That’s where the pretend facade breaks and fakery begins with the insatiable traffic of influence and greed.

Some people are too famous for the greater good of humanity where so many are getting poorer and too many remain anonymously poor and unseen.

Where the famous can’t indulge any humanity, only more recognition, more money, more wealth, more show and the corruption that is on parade as entitlement of their greed. So 'the famous' would be swapped with 'the rich'.

To the naked eye today most of the history of American cinema and TV is about telling a story about something and then about something else, while deflecting the story should be about something other at best we get a glimpse of on our screens.

That’s what they call entertainment and why the genres of escapist cinema share the rigid rule to be obeyed: to tell stories about something and something else than about something other that is close. 

We are starved to watch something other that is not something else on our silver screens, where Hollywood actors fail to be the other that is close and do not stop pretending they are more something else.

Take 'Oppenheimer' a movie more about something that is something else that is American than a story to be told about something other than the bomb was a necessary achievement of great minds. That other in the light of its use, that has followed us up to today.

Now that we know truth has always been relative as the philosophers told us, we’re forced to ignore IT and live or die by the good versus evil dichotomy of state oppression.

This comicstrip mindset reasons, being killed in France by the police is not the same with with being killed in Iran by the police. One only happens in a democracy because you are bad, the other in a dictatorship because where you are good and unlucky to live there.

In the good versus evil comicstrip world, if you are unlucky to be killed by the police means you were bad for democracy, or too good for dictatorship.

The relative truth in that is, the send-off in both is, and should be, with a bigger bang!

What's not said by those who speak in times of war,

it's more important than what's said.

It's not about reading between the lines of war,

but realising what's 'not used', 'ignored' or 'killed'!

Then grasping why they didn't say it?

Message to a fb migrant - 

You clearly suffer of the syndrome know as 'the grass is greener on the other side’. You don't see the grass that grows under you feet. In your current country you have a more relaxed attitude to life. Sun, warm weather, friendly people, a sea that you can swim in, good food - things that actually mean a lot for a healthy life, including that the music is not Adele at the pub.

To some extent you still can own a place under that sun such as a home, a flat or a space, something almost impossible in England currently as migrant or native. You also get better value for the same money that is why there are so many expats there.

What you interprete as 'freedom to be cool' in Britain comes from indifference not tolerance to who you are unless you are with the in-crowd that monopolises the English mindset. To that length, the freedom to be cool doesn't translate into character - it is just a facade, a dress or a cover, a way to pretend, a ploy to get something or someone on your side, by means of snobbish hypocrisy not honesty. 

People with purple hair in TODAY’s Britain do not have purple ideas. They have the same old ideas like English managers do: to use you as much as they can for as little benefit to you as possible. This indifference usually translates into something worse in the long run when you learn how many older people are alone, sick and lost in England.

The Brits care more about their pets than all the migrants drowned in the channel – and that has been going on for years. Nothing positive is done but you can always be sure someone would say something racist about the recent 'batch of people’ that drowned and no one will mind, because they don't really mind.

That says almost everything about how port-Brexit Britain tastes and feels like, it feels like a big swindle. Yet I still have to mention the war mongering that goes on abroad, the police being institutionally racist and on steroids or the nostalgia over the great buried-but-not-dead empire that is up 2000 fold.

The only advantage there seem to be is that once you have lived with the British indifference towards anything remotely cool or political – excluding football, pets or telly – and once you've been preached for a few years that the 'sun never sets' on English virtues and/or duty, you can for sure live almost anywhere in the world.

Some can cynically say here is resilience, but I know there is a lot more left unreconciled and forced on the migrant. You are compelled to 'not mind' that your neighbours are probably racist, that their kids are very likely bullies, to accept them as tolerant at heart although they voted Brexit gladly while they may charge you an extortionate rent and not allow you to have pets while they enjoy at least two of them. 

I suppose we can go on forever. Me saying this you saying that... ultimately it is what you prefer or are forced to accept, like the bed you’ve made. No sun, no beach, no swimming until late, no partying in exchange for a bit more money in your pocket, slightly better social security and some free healthcare, and... the feeling that this society uses people with impunity until they are completely exhausted and powerless and then spits them out like discarded packaging. 

You seem to be nostalgic for the green grass mowed down a long long time ago that doesn't grow in England anymore. Since Tatcher and then Blair all they care about is charging the poor rent and the price of daily wine with a few jokes thrown in on the telly to console you. Just the opposite if you are in a country where you can afford to go to the beach, buy some fresh fish on the way home and cook something nice.

For most migrant now, the grass CAN ONLY be greener on the other side, never where we are… until we finally learn how old this Britain or Europe is in its mentalities, and what can and does happen here.

What if all happiness in the 'for-profit' world, is the result of others' misery, pain or betrayal!

The unhappiness of many others seem to be the happiness of the few with the power to pretend not to see it, or know it is key.

Whether you are suffering or ecstatic or both you know where you are on the spiral of happiness...at the end of days, where you feel like a god or you are gliding in between. 

Gorby, turned out to be the man who sold the world, our world, to the other side. We were all ecstatic with anticipation in 1989 because it meant we would see, get to know and enjoy the other side.

That in the name of peace, prosperity and brotherhood of men that proved like most things Western to be one sided and made of nothing too robust but silicone and TV. 

Like any man who sold the world he lived long enough to see the deal fail... his own people hurt...the future plundered, distorted, uncertain. Such is the destiny of man, that of Gorby as humanist political dreamer.

That's probably why the West produces bland politicians that best lie, brag and destroy.. On aggregate they are more effective  and atuned to consumerism to win the day any day than the dreamers that have to be put down when they may inherit the world.

Ghislaine Maxwell: The Making of a Monster suggest a 'documentary' that was put through the self-censorship strainer, and ALL that was immorally fluid, debatable and tied to a complex reality felt drained on purpose. Three-parters used to leave no 'iceberg' unturned below the mainstream floating line.

Visible similarities with other known 'sexual predators' of our time, like Harvey Weinstein, were clearly off-limits, as if they abused their privileges on different planets, not the same country, the same period and for about the same length of time, not to mention the unmentionable. This doc only peeks into the boxes we all know, to piece the convenient narrative together that makes Ghislaine monstrously devoted to a sexual beast but not to prince Andrew. The general feel is, this documentary maker is as lazy and corrupted as the lifestyle journalists, and we shouldn't demand more than some light preaching from the height of a morally damaged media soapbox, overloaded for this or that occasion with the floated facts, replayed on a loop. 

Documentaries on tv have become over the past 20 years more and more a celebration of self-censorship that is as old as the BBC – very close to 100.  What better way to show support for this concoction of the Western 'public service commissioner'  than to synch with Orwell's 'ministry of love newspeak’ and turn it into an unwritten, half-ethical law in the workplace, not to be left out of a job. Let's just recall the Guardian Club in Soho where so many were shocked a few years back when Assange was speaking of things they wouldn't dare think of, write about, or investigate - where are they now and where is Assange now?

The argument being, as long as they are rewarded with a good job, most documentary makers embrace self-censorship and support it freely, and as good hypocrites do call it by a different name of necessity. Having a family and a mortgage, probably is not something they would mention but, sticking to the frigid facts and floating Ghislaine as a monster in the sky, since all the men in her life got away – is something they would think and do nicely. 

Let's agree to disagree then that every British documentary maker should be ethically obliged to tell us in the end titles how much they value their own job title over work if not how high a mortgage they’ve got. That at least would make self-censorship partly excusable and in turn would cover for the investigation they are not prepared to do and the risks they would not take for the love of something or other similar.

The sexual prerogatives that endowed Bond movies in the 60s and 70s are replayed today in a cinematic ritual akin to narcissistic masturbation. Bond the actor performs the same ritual on Bond, oblivious he’s re-enacting a narcissistic phantasy where the main paradigm shift are the upgraded sex toys and soundbites and the new additions to his harem of women. Any new or old Bond movie won’t take exception to that for the reason that’s all Bond knows and he’s been doing for 60 years. Read more...

In autumn 2021 the media in the West – similarly to communist media – joined the state apparatus in managing if not openly oppressing humanist values such as the anti-war feeling. The implication of that was the pseudo autonomy which assured ‘media independence’ for many, crushed abruptly and in open sight with no debate.

Many like to think power corrupts from top, down, the reality being the corruption of war was met half-way by the eager many who passed and still aim to pass as ‘competent professionals’. What some of us saw, witnessed and were exposed to, was never spoken of openly or plainly, but it was there and affected everybody to a degree since and today's war in Ukraine is no different.

MeWar on Térror Before Assange is a Juvenalian satirical pamphlet in 8 parts, storytelling how war was unscrupulously fed to the general public by the professional media elite. Read the book...

Here where:

Power affords denial
Denial affords ignorance
Ignorance affords violence
Violence affords wars.

The wars afford the dead
The dead afford the truth.

Truth affords one's faith
Faith affords one's duty
Duty affords one's power.

Power is the trap Gods sprung on the world. 
They can be dragged through the mud
From their grave and dropped
At any point in human history
To find power corrupted its own dead
The spoken truth and one's faith
With little to no regret
Through our ignorance and drive
Unaffected by gender, colour or design.

That power affords our ignorance
Dressed as duty not love!

Amber Heard divorcee of Johnny Depp apparently said at their get together on live tv:

I was the only one that gave A shit.

In the words of Amber a lot hanged there in balance on the letter ‘A’. Shit she gave but the question remains was it with an ‘A’ in front, or not?

Why successful men choose trouble along the way when they seem perfectly OK doing what they do well still is the mystery of man after this public trial. Is it hubris or self-undermining or they need a mummy with benefits as a 'life-affirming' call to exist and be themselves? Why aspiring starlets still want a very successful schmo that can 'help' them in Hollywood, when Western feminism tells them otherwise - is no mystery.

Probably Johnny thought too much of himself after Vanessa Paradis - that he could handle the beautiful and younger trouble Amber was and is. Probably he craved trouble but this is not the trouble he expected. Probably she promised him trouble but not the trouble he got. From the trouble she was to him, Johnny should have walked out a long time ago but hubris in man makes him blind to trouble and what it takes to live with it, until it is too late.

They used to say in love and war anything goes. In marriage both are part of the same coin you get to trade to and fro and the stars in the sky are many times there to guide you towards failure, if not your mind. Love is trouble, war is even more, and marriage is probably an issue regardless how successful you are in Lala land.

Johnny guitar like the perfume actor he has become probably forgot to heed if not understand what trouble outside a film set means and what its scent is. That ‘hell hath no fury like a woman scorned’ are not just cool words to utter on cue but also to believe. Then again Amber’s trouble probably promised so much even Johnny couldn't refuse and was seduced by it! Proof to some extent to many that women are the ones on top.

No less there are 1000s of guys, women and what have you out there that after seeing Amber make the #metoo victim's seat in Hollywood for now hers, are ready to take her and her kinda trouble home, thinking they would love to have it.

The moral of this war remains: men crave the trouble they can’t cope with. Like in 1984 the sex crime between Amber & Johnny was reported in time in Hollywood and both will live now in room 101 for sometime to come. While Amber knows better how to give (A) shit or pretend, Johnny can’t wait to walk out into a real movie set again, and that may prove his undoing.

Johnny's live setlist or perfume ad soundtrack will include ONLY in spirit from now on a cover of: American Woman

In the age of Hollywood gender fluidity past hypocrisy, one expected we'd get for entertainment a Top Gun out-of-the-closet, where Tom makes out with Val or someone of the same sex. Kelly, clearly was the blonde's doubleganger distraction with so many planes shooting up in sky in the Jerry Bruckheimer era probably called the 'in-between pussy, coke and ass (we don't talk about in movies)'.

Pity about Kelly, unemployable in Hollywood today, her being out of the way does only to amplifying the above. She would have made the film better by means of character decay and over 30 years of history one is asked to become amnesic of from the first frame. But these are the limits of metoo patriarchal soul searching in Hollywood, that Tony & bros were so good at avoiding scot-free in over the top movies that only do more with infinitely much more around them and little to no character development.

As it is, without Kelly, Mav is still not out-of-the-closet yet and so not in touch with his flying parts and what they are craving. To some extent that makes him more hetero than he ever was which clearly is rewriting history. But that's nothing new in Hollywood. So, Mav's still shooting blanks in the sky but now looks more times than not past his bedtime, even when cruise-ing at mach9.

Most apparently still won't notice it, and that's the quality the movie has if you love the first one. Mav's actually a lady with a big big parachute bag desperate to eject and land in someone's lap, preferably a younger self. Well then...relax don't come, you've seen it all before... if you spotted that.

Alternative tile suggested by the viewing: Top Bum: MaMaverick
Unlikely viewing suggested by the sequel: Days of Thunder2 with Nicole in the driving seat but without Tom, since she is the better actor, better looking now not only taller than Tom, in Hollywood.

Akin with the beligerant ethos of any MacBeth or Richard the III-rd, any new war offers a great opportunity for the many 'MEs' in Western politics to speak up to clear their voice and wash their hands and reputation of ill and illegal deeds. From Henry Kissinger to Tony Blair and George W Bush what better chance for the masses to forget a war and warmongering past if not by having a new war in front of us that makes old ghosts pale in the name of supporting 'war is peace', since 'war is actually war' is not something our warmongers say but do and did.

Learning to speak your own in English, in this ‘Great British’ or rather great brutish context, appears(ed) to be the only way to recover the lost dream of freedom and humanity that most of our host nations did not fulfil but to the contrary, betray(ed) abysmally from the beginning of the new millennium when leaders choose the horror of war and the Western heart of darkness they now can claim it's Putin's.

Here's MeWar on Térror Before Assange - with Julian a political prisoner in a 'cruel Britannia' prison, where a true journalist that exposed past Western war crimes is not locked but tortured to death slowly and then to be extradite - this is a retelling of the previous war, that shaped the ‘inhumanity’ of the West, now craving to be spotless - and how the self-titled 'free' MEdia made love to it, now trying to 'hypnotise' us anew so we are cured of that truth.

The conclusion and collusion is plain in sight, if any war monger can wait long enough a new war will come sooner than they think and they may be overlooked if not fully absolved of old deeds with the help of the state. After all what is the value of the Western colonial state apparatus if not that too - any new war is good for burying the previous history of war crimes we hold, held in, now swiped from our shared human consciousness.