Rumsfeld in Adelaide

When I was younger, I used to watch those old newsreel footage programs showing the various fascist bastards of WW2 (and before) visiting each other's nations, with all the pomp and ceremony that such scumbags so love to make themselves feel important. Each time it seemed, a new village or town or city would be forcibly polluted with their presence, so that the stench of fascism would be attached to another bunch of humans, whether they wanted it or not. What came across so very clearly is that these fascist politicians were clearly monsters, even to their supporters, and the very fact that they got to turn up everwhere was the whole point of the exercise. It was truly a time of monsters, and the people had to be made to accept that.

Donald Rumsfeld is such a monster, to his enemies AND to his closest associates. It is like a king, and the royal torturer. The torturer may work in the service of the king, but he is still a torturer. When the torturer turned up in a village, town, or city to carry out his duties, it was a symbolic act of evil violence and power that EVERYONE in that place was made to experience. There is a profound difference between a torturer in his dungeon, and a torturer "on tour".

For the Australian people, they hear their government say "there must be laws against bad people", and then they are forced to experience the unrestricted appearance of a human worse in every way than any imprisoned criminal on this planet, and worse, if they object, their government labels THEM as bad people and punishes them.

WHAT DO YOU THINK THIS DOES TO PEOPLE PSYCHOLOGICALLY. Who can believe in justice or decency after such a visit is permitted. The soul is crushed. The heart is bled. The head now contains just an endless silent scream.

The darkness is coming, Blair's eternal darkness. This isn't the darkness that is the absence of light, this is the darkness that extinguishes all light. For most, our fate is still a "nameless horror" that has seemingly travelled from the dark recesses of our mind where nightmares lurk, to now trouble that bright place of conciousness that we call our "waking hours". The beast has a name, but merely requires a fearful refusal to learn it in time in order to gain total victory.

In their time, the people of Nazi Germany learnt the name of the beast too late, and suffered so badly with that mistake that even today their descendants are denied full knowledge of the horrors that befell them.

"Hitler is the beast"- four words that would have saved tens of millions, and the excrutiating suffering of hundreds of millions. "Blair is the beast"- four words that would save the initial murder of billions, and the end of our race. They say that "words are cheap", but this is the greatest lie ever uttered.

This is politics twilight, not boogeyman Islamist or Christian Zionist mental meanderings.