While We Were Sleeping

Unless you were in a coma, you are aware that there has been a lot of stuff going on in the world. Difficult to keep track, really, and more so because much of it is in a virtual “Area 51” and seemingly off-limits to discussion. Virtual is the operative word these days, of course—the new literal, and not figurative, while we descend together into the “big sleep” of a digital night.

Summing up all this “stuff” can be difficult. “Grocery list” kind of difficult, as when trying to stay calm at the prices—it becomes nearly impossible. But that is the point, isn’t it? As it was Rudyard Kipling’s point to his son. “If you can keep your head when all about you /Are losing theirs and blaming it on you . . .” It’s always worth reading that poem again, and often.

One recent revelation would suffice: Special Counsel John Durham’s report was commissioned reluctantly by the very culprits who committed the crime—and has now been presented to the public two years too late, though well before the next election, confirming much of what we all knew from independent sources in the meantime. Yet, it remains important. Not important as in an alcoholic who admits he is a drunk, but for the obvious reasons—that the extent of this perfidy must be far worse than they are admitting, and it must be thought by the intelligentsia that a good mea culpa now is worth a lot of flagellation later.

So here we are. Again. It’s not the first time. But just sticking with the last century or so—let the “or so” include the election of 1912 because there has been a lot a teeth-gritting going on since. Over and over in that elongated egg of time, people smarter than the rest of us have warned that “this” was the beginning of the end—from the idea of banks controlling the interest on the money they have been granted the privilege to loan (and thus determining their own profit as well as much of national debt), and the imposition of income tax on the middle class (while the rich are not salaried), to the popular election of senators who are thereby forced to cater to the whims of the bread-and-circus set. I’ve read that any one of those could do the dirty trick. 

But now the egg has finally hatched—or broken. And it stinks.

Dwight Eisenhower was a smart man, but not a brilliant one. He knew the brilliant ones and put them in the field to win World War II. But 60 years ago, even he was sick and tired of the take-over of American government by big business. He didn’t want business to run government any more than he wanted government to run business. Period. He could not have imagined that the same people who had awakened from the torpor of socialist propaganda in the 1930s to beat both Hitler and Tojo at the same time by using American ingenuity would have then succumbed to a “cradle to the grave” fairytale like the welfare state. 

After dealing with the polio epidemic of the 1950s, he would not have believed the latest twist. Could an entire nation now be cowed into wearing masks and staying home from the baseball game? No way! You can screw with an election in Kansas City, or Boston, some of the time, but you can’t steal a national election—not all of the time. Never!  

The CIA and the FBI have their problems, but the rank-and-file spook cares more about the country he served in war than the nightmare scenarios of a bunch of desk jockeys. They wouldn’t risk the lives of American boys—their own brothers and sons—for some phony “Bamboo Curtain.” And listen, it had to be a lone nut job who killed Jack. A conspiracy like that would be impossible to keep quiet.

This is the fantasy thinking of a lot of good people, imagining the nice guy next door would never do something “like that.” But not Ike. Eisenhower saw the death camps of Germany. He was a practical realist. As he said on pages 408-409 of Crusade in Europe:

The same day [April 12, 1945] I saw my first horror camp. It was near the town of Gotha. I have never felt able to describe my emotional reactions when I first came face to face with indisputable evidence of Nazi brutality and ruthless disregard of every shred of decency. Up to that time I had known about it only generally or through secondary sources. I am certain, however that I have never at any other time experienced an equal sense of shock.

I visited every nook and cranny of the camp because I felt it my duty to be in a position from then on to testify at first-hand about these things in case there ever grew up at home the belief or assumption that ‘the stories of Nazi brutality were just propaganda.’ Some members of the visiting party were unable [go] through the ordeal. I not only did so but as soon as I returned to Patton’s headquarters that evening, I sent communications to both Washington and London, urging the two governments to send instantly to Germany a random group of newspaper editors and representative groups from the national legislatures. I felt that the evidence should be immediately placed before the American and British publics in a fashion that would leave no room for cynical doubt.

There is fine instruction in this. Corruption is the keystone of the establishment. The key to the door is the truth. Ike immediately summoned the press and representatives of the allies to see and bear witness to the reality of the Holocaust. This is what must be done now, as fast as possible, and as often as possible. Again and again. Never assume the point has been made because too many people have not been paying attention. They were sleeping. And too many others have vested interests in vacation property in and around Area 51. 

We must expose the vermin and keep the light on for them. The day after the light is turned off, one of their shills will say, “It really wasn’t all that bad, and besides, they all do it.” Yes, the grocery list is too long. And looking at a road map of our disappointments, you can quickly see that we are here. We need to keep our heads, or all else is lost. We must expose the bad guys for who they are and keep doing it. It’s called vigilance. And that is something the internet can do. That’s why you are able to read this. 

The internet is a tool. They are already attempting to use it against us like a bludgeon. But it is not just a blunt instrument. With a little bit of American ingenuity, it is anything we want it to be—or need. The Durham report is a case in point. It was the pressure brought by revelations on the internet that finally made that necessary. But we must keep our heads. The nut jobs really are out there. And they use monkey wrenches.

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Vincent McCaffrey is a novelist and bookseller. Visit his website at www.vincentmccaffrey.com.

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