Monday, January 3, 2011

Cuckoo, cuckoo, well you sing, cuckoo!

We have passed through the Looking Glass.  The inmates run the asylum.  Up is down.  You cannot get  there from here.  You cannot get anywhere from here.  We live in absolute, unmitigated,  bat-shit insanity and for us  it is normal.

Judith Miller was a reporter for the New York Times.  She wrote and the newspaper published unverified government lies about  Iraq, Al Qaeda, weapons of mass destruction, aluminum tubes and yellow cake.  The government wanted these lies to be repeated as truth. The lies propelled us into wars. The wars have cost well over a trillion dollars now and the cost is rising at a rate of thousands of dollars per second.  Nearly 5,000 American lives and hundreds of thousands of Arab lives have been lost in Judith Miller's wars.  Even the commanders of those wars acknowledge there is no end in sight.

When her lies were exposed as lies, Miller said: "My job isn't to assess the government's information and be an independent intelligence analyst myself.  My job is to tell readers of The New York Times what the government thought."

Julian Assange created a website called WikiLeaks that makes public official documents that governments, especially our government, don't want us to see.  The documents are absolutely authentic; nobody has ever questioned their authenticity. The videos, like the one showing the murder of civilians and Reuters journalists, are real; nobody has ever questioned their reality.They were filmed from real helicopters firing real bullets and missiles; the victims shed real blood and died real deaths, leaving real corpses to be buried by real grieving survivors.

Yesterday on the ranking garbage network on TV  Miller criticized Assange because he "didn't care at all about attempting to verify the information that he was putting out or determine whether or not it would hurt anyone."

From Alice in Wonderland:

"But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.

"Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."

"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.

"You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."

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