Until We Are Blue In The Face

 
What has to be said? What has to be written?
How much can be described?

What will it take for people to understand what is happening?

So many words, so much conversation; petabyte upon petabyte of information. The world is full of ‘gloomsters’ and ‘doomsters’; are the gloomsters, and the doomsters right?
What has to happen for people to take notice? How much change does there have to be, for people to concern themselves?

Does there have to be worldwide shortages? Does there have to be skyrocketing prices? Does there have to be wars and famine?
What will it take, what does it take, for people to take things seriously?

The world has never been here before; so many wars, so many threats of war, so much change taking place. The age old enemy, Russia, is in play once again; the tyrants are back in the headlines. It has always been the case when they need someone to blame; point the finger at the communists, point the finger at Russia or China, stoke up hatred, build-up condemnation, wind-up the people, and then let them go.

All the West’s problems, all the things that have gone wrong and are going wrong, now have someone to blame. It was China’s fault, it was Russia’s fault; it was anybody’s fault, but the people whose fault it truly was.
Are the world’s problems so easily dispatched, with a single sound bite and a soft target?

How bad are the West’s problems? How difficult are things going to become?
If the Westerns leaders get their way, if the Western leaders can absolve themselves of responsibility, things are going to get a lot worse for the wrong people.

Where does the blame lie? Who is responsible? And how many will have to die so that those who committed the crimes, escape responsibility and punishment?
It costs nothing to enslave, it costs everything to set free.

How much slavery exists in the world today?
The slaves cannot see their choices, they do not see what binds them; are we a slave to the system, or is the system ours to command?

If people woke up, if people could see the truth, who would have the power?

How blue in the face do people have to become, before people will listen?
Who will be proven right? And who will be proven wrong?

If no one comes and no one is interested, and the minority go unheard; when pestilence sweeps the land, what is unknown and unsaid; will it seem as a prediction, a warning, or will it be hindsight?

For in hindsight, there can be no regret, can there?