Yesterday, at All Things Beautiful, Alexandra makes some significant observations about the deception practiced by Mass Media Podpeople. Read it, and her commenters, one of whom pointed out this article,
How North Vietnam Won The War
North Vietnam won, of course, with lies and with the willing—eager! enthusiastic!—support of those lies by Mass Media Podpeople and Academia Nut Fruitcakes and “Entertainers/Celebrities” *spit* here in the U.S. They won by seducing America away from the truth.
Today, things have progressed much further down that line, and yet there remains some hope, because “alternative” media are looking behind the curtain at the Mass Media Podpeople’s wizardry.
But still, Kipling’s cautionary echoes in my mind’s ear: we must not forget whence we have come and to Whom we owe our very lives. And a committment to Truth—and to holding the MMP and our politicians *spit* accountable to the truth—will stand us in good stead in the days and weeks and years to come.
UPDATE: Watch as the Mass Media Podpeoples Army spins and ducks and twists the breaking news of the foiled UK terrorist plot in their own lil predictably trite ballet of lies, half-lies and misrepresentations. Sad to say, Americans (the West as a whole) needs to develop some serious antibodies to the raging epidemic of Mass Media Podpeople lies, damned lies and Rathergating (Lies that support reality-based fantasy and so can be—falsely, in another lie—called truth. Orwell, where are you when we need you?)
Root cause? Abandoning Truth for “True to me.”
Recessional
1897
Rudyard Kipling
GOD of our fathers, known of old,
Lord of our far-flung battle line,
Beneath whose awful hand we hold
Dominion over palm and pine—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!
The tumult and the shouting dies;
The Captains and the Kings depart;
Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice,
An humble and a contrite heart.
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!
Far-called our navies melt away;
On dune and headland sinks the fire;
Lo, all our pomp of yesterday
Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!
Judge of the Nations, spare us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!
If, drunk with sight of power, we loose
Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe,
Such boastings as the Gentiles use,
Or lesser breeds without the Law—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!
For heathen heart that puts her trust
In reeking tube and iron shard—
All valiant dust that builds on dust,
And guarding calls not Thee to guard.
For frantic boast and foolish word,
Thy Mercy on Thy People, Lord!
(Oh, TMH is back in town—drop by and say “Hi!” wouldya?)
