If there are gods and they are just, then they will not care how devout you have been, but will welcome you based on the virtues you have lived by. If there are gods, but unjust, then you should not want to worship them. If there are no gods, then you will be gone, but will have lived a noble life that will live on in the memories of your loved ones. I am not afraid. Marcus Aurelius
Quid sit futurum cras, fuge quaerere.Horace Do not ask what tomorrow brings.
The few who pull the strings in the great world theater KNOW Plebs are gullible; they believe the biggest lies, if presented the right way, and over and over again. With the right amount of fear thrown in the recipe works all the time. They swallow hook line and sinker. Believe what politicians dish them up so they have been lied to all the time. Believe in all sorts of religions, sects and other fairy tales which are thought out to keep control. Believe in Monarchies, and pay their good money for it to keep them going in the best of luxury conditions. Believe in astrology; Believe in Horoscopes; There is no end of cheat and it is all welcomed with open arms and dead brain cells. Believe every Tom Dick and Harry when they bark nonsense from a pulpit; Believe in all the crap movies, sitcoms, music and songs that come out of Hollywood. They pay a lot of money to buy the trash, to feed their dead brain which is in agony as there is never real food for it. Believe in the food they eat, which kills them slowly but for sure earlier then they anticipate.
Iraq’s “Grim Reaper” Madeleine Albright Gets Humanitarian Award
If it would not be so sad, so disgusting, that this woman is getting a humanitarian award for her callousness it would be laughable. She was fine with the fate of half a million children to die, fine with half a million mothers in tears, because of sanctions applied , no food , no medicines for those Iraqi children. Albright is as nasty as they come. She is as wicked as they come.There is no compassion in her face in her attitude.
'There is a special place in hell for women who don't help other women.' Madeleine Albright
.... the memories of the Iraqi mothers I have held, their tears mingling with mine, or dampening my shoulder, as they watched helplessly as their children faded away in front of us, for want of medications, denied by Albright’s country and the UN she served, flooded back.
The funerals, with the litany of coffins, so small, the impossibly little grave sites beyond counting, throughout Iraq, witness to unique wickedness.
But Madame Albright is right on one thing. There is indeed: “a special place in hell, for women who don’t help other women.” Her Award may yet haunt her to become the ultimate poisoned chalice. Here’s hoping.
I blinked into the silvery sunlight, I shaded my eyes and here it was, Australia. A canvas painted without horizon, red soil streaked with muted, dusky silvery green. Soaring trees with giant dancers limbs and a never ending sky lascivious, jubilant blue.