Darren Weeks
Coalition to Govern America
December 13, 2015
I don't support any political candidate. I am neither left, nor right, nor would I classify myself as being anything in between. My radio show has been called "Libertarian", but I even reject that label, as I've read the Libertarian Party platform and found that they're all about "free trade", which amounts to the free movement of goods and services, including people. So-called "free trade" is all about open borders, the goal of which is to create regional governing bodies that harmonize laws and regulations within that cross-border regional area, making borders unnecessary and easy to remove. In a nutshell, my investigation into Libertarianism led me to the conclusion that it is just another path to globalization. "Free trade" is a way to achieve the elimination of borders, which leads to globalization. I am dead against globalization.
I also believe that presidential campaigns are a waste of time and energy. The real brokers of power are operating behind the scenes. They control the candidates both in and out of office. They ultimately decide who occupies office. They own the media, they own the election systems and software, they shape public opinion like a potter shapes clay.
As I do not support any political candidate, I do not allow myself to become emotionally invested in campaigns or their stars. It seems that I am of a very small minority. Regardless of how many times they keep getting disappointed, many patriotic Americans continue throwing their support behind candidates that are given to them by the Establishment media. Donald Trump is one of those candidates. If you don't think so, then how do you think Trump gets so much attention? Whether they're praising him, or attacking him — the fact is they're giving him publicity and keeping his name in the eyes, ears, and minds of the public. Trump is as Establishment as they come, and so are all of the other candidates that the media parades before us. If they weren't, you'd never hear about them.
Sadly, I am also in the minority when I say that I do not engage in hero worship. The vast majority of people do. From TV and movie stars, to musicians, to sports, to politics, it is very apparent that idol worship has never disappeared; it's just taken on a new form.
You may be thinking: if the elections are controlled, and all candidates are Establishment-picked, why bother writing an article about Trump? This article isn't so much about Trump as it is about the bleating sheep who follow him. Many of these people are well-meaning ones who refuse to acknowledge that, while all of the current candidates would be bad for America, a Trump presidency is no exception.
For example, Trump has demonstrated a profound hostility to private property rights, stating that he thinks eminent domain is "wonderful" and even going so far as to support the 2005 Kelo vs. New London Supreme Court decision.
Kelo was a terrible decision as it held that private property could be seized for economic development. It was a serious blow to middle class property owners, paving the way for wealthy developers to take their land almost at will. If they could demonstrate an economic benefit to the "community" and get the city to agree with them, the poor property owner could be forced to give up his/her house. In the case of the Kelo decision, the property was seized, the house leveled, the economic development deal fell through, and the property that once had belonged to Susette Kelo has sat empty ever since. Trump dismisses the heartache of the property owner, stating that they get a "lot of money". That statement alone proves that he's just another rich billionaire who is out of touch with decent people. There are some things more important than money. Apparently, not to Donald Trump.
There are other reasons why I don't support Trump. Like all politicians, he says he will do this, and he will do that, if he's in office. Some of the things he says he would do are things that I would actually support. The trouble is that many of the things he says he will do, he cannot do without the approval of Congress. He never acknowledges this — at least that I've heard. Hence, either he is ignorant of the Constitution, which should disqualify him from the office, or worse, he doesn't care about what the Constitution says. Do we need another president who will do anything to get around Constitutional restrictions on power? The only other possibility is that he does understand the Constitution and that he may not be able to keep the promises he's making, yet he says them anyway because he knows they will make him popular. That would make him a liar. Imagine that... a politician that lies!
What America needs is a president who will uphold his oath to support and defend the Constitution of the United States, and be strong enough to be unwavering in that regard.
How is Trump on our right to privacy? He recently said that he has no problem reinstating the Patriot Act.
"I tend to err on the side of security, I must tell you. I've been there for longer than you would think. But when you have people that are beheading our... our... if you're a Christian— and frankly, for lots of other reasons, when you have the world looking at us and would like to destroy us as quickly as possible, I err on the side of security."
I am not unrealistic enough to believe that spook agencies are going to follow the law any more than a politican in high office. Just because a domestic surveillance law expires or sunsets, doesn't mean that the NSA is going to grind to a halt. However, Donald Trump has no problem with the government prying into your phone calls, e-mails, finances, and personal business. He's perfectly fine with it because he "errs on the side of security". Benjamin Franklin said that "they that can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety."
Furthermore, history spells out that giving up liberty to tyrant wannabees does not make you safe. An inspector general report found, and the FBI themselves have even admitted that not one terrorist attack was ever stopped by domestic spying — not one!
Yet, this doesn't matter to Trump. He doesn't care about your property rights, he doesn't care about your privacy, he makes a lot of noise and statements — some of which sound good — but amount to promises he will never be able or willing to keep. How is he any different from any other Establishment-backed candidate? The answer is: he's not.
Having said all of that, the aforementioned is just a foundation to the real purpose of this article. I was quite bothered to see this story mentioned on the Gateway Pundit website about children beating an effigy of Donald Trump, claiming they want to "kill him". Furthermore, they were doing so to fight hate!
Seeing this clip reminds this writer of how far the human "animal farm" has slid into the world of Orwell. In George Orwell's 1984, definitions of words were turned upside down. Love and hate, freedom and slavery, ignorance and strength — long-held meanings of all words were changed to mean the opposite. People were manipulated by electronic media, programmed to hate even against their will.
It was nearly eleven hundred, and in the RECORDS DEPARTMENT, they were dragging the chairs out of the cubicles and grouping them in the centre of the hall opposite the big telescreen, in preparation for the Two Minutes Hate....
The next moment a hideous, grinding speech, as of some monstrous machine running without oil, burst from the big telescreen at the end of the room. It was a noise that set one's teeth on edge and bristled the hair at the back of one's neck. The Hate had started.
As usual, the face of Emmanuel Goldstein, the Enemy of the People, had flashed on to the screen. There were hisses here and there among the audience. Goldstein was the renegade and backslider who once, long ago (how long ago nobody quite remembered), had been one of the leading figures of the Party, almost on a level with BIG BROTHER himself, and then had engaged in counter-revolutionary activities, had been condemned to death and had mysteriously escaped and disappeared.
The programmes of the Two Minutes Hate varied from day to day, but there was none in which Goldstein was not the principal figure. He was the primal traitor, the earliest defiler of the Party's purity. All subsequent crimes against the Party, all treacheries, acts of sabotage, heresies, deviations, sprang directly out of his teaching. Somewhere or other he was still alive and hatching his conspiracies: perhaps somewhere beyond the sea, under the protection of his foreign paymasters, perhaps even - so it was occasionally rumoured - in some hiding-place in Oceania itself.
Winston's diaphragm was constricted. He could never see the face of Goldstein without a painful mixture of emotions. It was a lean Jewish face, with a great fuzzy aureole of white hair and a small goatee beard - a clever face, and yet somehow inherently despicable, with a kind of senile silliness in the long thin nose, near the end of which a pair of spectacles was perched. It resembled the face of a sheep, and the voice, too, had a sheep-like quality. Goldstein was delivering his usual venemous attack upon the doctrines of the Party - an attack so exaggerated and perverse that a child should have been able to see through it, and yet just plausible enough to fill one with an alarmed feeling that other people, less level-headed than oneself, might be taken in by it. He was abusing BIG BROTHER, he was denouncing the dictatorship of the Party, he was demanding the immediate conclusion of peace with Eurasia, he was advocating freedom of speech, freedom of the Press, freedom of assembly, freedom of thought, he was crying hysterically that the Revolution has been betrayed - and all this in rapid polysyllabic speech which was a sort of parody of the habitual style of the orators of the Party, and even contained Newspeak words: more Newspeak words, indeed, than any Party member would normally use in real life. And all the while, lest one should be in any doubt as to the reality which Goldstein's specious clap trap covered, behind his head on the telescreen there marched the endless columns of the Eurasian army - row after row of solid-looking men with expressionless Asiatic faces, who swam up to the surface of the screen and vanished, to be replaced by others exactly similar. The dull rhythmic tramp of the soldiers' boots formed the background to Goldstein's bleating voice.
Before the Hate had proceeded for thirty seconds, uncontrollable exclamations of rage were breaking out from half the people in the room. The self-satisfied sheep-like face on the screen, and the terrifying power of the Eurasian army behind it, were too much to be borne: besides the sight or even the thought of Goldstein produced fear and anger automatically. He was an object of hatred more constant than either Eurasia or Eastasia, since when Oceania was at war with one of these Powers it was generally at peace with the other. But what was strange was that although Goldstein was hated and despised by everybody, although every day and a thousand times a day, on platforms, on the telescreen, in newspapers, in books, his theories were refuted, smashed, ridiculed, held up to the general gaze for the pitiful rubbish that they were - in spite of all this, his influence never seemed to grow less. Always there were fresh dupes waiting to be seduced by him. A day never passed when spies and saboteurs acting under his directions were not unmasked by the Thought Police. He was the commander of a vast shadowy army, an underground network of conspirators dedicated to the overthrow of the State....
In its second minute the Hate rose to a frenzy. People were leaping up and down in their places and shouting at the tops of their voices in an effort to drown the maddening bleating voice that came from the screen. The little sandy-haired woman had turned bright pink, and her mouth was opening and shutting like that of a landed fish. Even O'Brien's heavy face was flushed. He was sitting very straight in his chair, his powerful chest swelling and quivering as though he were standing up to the assault of a wave. The dark-haired girl behind Winston had begun crying out 'Swine! Swine! Swine!' and suddenly she picked up a heavy Newspeak dictionary and flung it at the screen. It struck Goldstein's nose and bounced off; the voice continued inexorably.
In a lucid moment Winston found that he was shouting with the others and kicking his heel violently against the rung of his chair. The horrible thing about the Two Minutes Hate was not that one was obliged to act a part, but, on the contrary, that it was impossible to avoid joining in. A hideous ecstasy of fear and vindictiveness, a desire to kill, to torture, to smash faces in with a sledge-hammer, seemed to flow through the whole group of people like an electric current, turning one even against one's will into a grimacing, screaming lunatic...
It seems everyone is being programmed by mass media to pin their frustrations and hate on puppets, while the real string pullers remain — as they always do — safely behind the scenes, in their ivory towers, blissfully shielded from the manipulated sheep.
Darren Weeks hosts Govern America, an independent radio show and podcast that exposes media lies, false flag operations, and world government in all its forms. Permission is granted to reprint this article, in its entirety, with proper attribution and a link to the original.
