John Kaminski wrote:
> ‘Eyeless in Gaza’
>
> What we look for in others
> is what we need to see in ourselves
>
> By John Kaminski
> skylax@comcast.net
>
> Sometimes it’s hard — when you’re standing amid the rubble of the latest New World
Order war zone — to determine whether things happen as a result of somewhat
natural social evolution, or whether some hidden hand from a dark corner of the
human psyche constantly steers us all toward misery and crisis.
>
> Put more simply: Is it testosterone or is it Tavistock? (You know, that British
think tank that scripted women’s lib, the Beatles, Timothy Leary et al to mime the
populace into passivity.)
>
> The title of Aldous Huxley’s 1955 novel, “Eyeless in Gaza,” alludes to the
Biblical story of Samson, who revealed to Delilah the secret of his strength — his
hair — and was betrayed to his enemies the Philistines. Deported as a slave to
their city of Gaza and blinded to make him harmless, he was forgotten until feast
day. By then his hair had regrown, and even blind he was able to pull down the
temple on the heads of the celebrating Philistines (and kill himself at the same
time).
>
> Is this a parable of the human future?
>
> Today Gaza is the scene of one of the most bizarre political song-and-dances in
human history, where a supposed country has been established in the middle of an
oppressive police state. The imprisoned Palestinians don’t even have access to
their own water, and their borders are lined by the Jewish Israeli war machine
ready to shoot children in the head at a moment’s notice.
>
> This is what happens when people pretend they are gods.
>
> Palestinians are the Navajos of the 21st century, forever to be marginalized after
they are exterminated down to acceptable, zoo-like levels. Palestinians are the
prototype for future Earth citizens ineligible for membership in corporate elysia,
a herd that needs to be managed and occasionally culled.
>
> Unless you understand that this has been the fate of the majority of humankind
throughout history, you probably are unable to comprehend that this is the
inevitable future forecast for all of us.
>
> Gaza vividly and viscerally represents the condition of much of the world at this
time — and to be fair, at all times.
>
> Favored Jewish residents of Gaza received hundreds of thousands of dollars APIECE
for vacating their homes to make way for the new Gaza megaprison. The soggy
survivors of New Orleans got a couple of hundred bucks and a few Wal-Mart gift
cards.
>
> Contemplate the new American rubble zones strategically trashed around the world:
the festering sore of Israel inevitably spreads outward and wraps its conquered
non-Jewish subhumans in giant walls, which likely we are soon to see in New
Orleans, the newest New World Order reconstruction project now being forever
shackled by contracts with the folks who built Guantanamo.
>
> Fifty years ago America was taken over architecturally by Jewish gangster Bugsy
Siegel, who designed Las Vegas with the spreading mall virus, which has since
infected the whole world. Now, the new standard of living will be set by the camps
to which many New Orleans refugees will be assigned. It will resemble Guantanamo,
and the code of ethics to be used there will be the manual for population control
written at Abu Ghraib prison in Baghdad. Jewish movies from Hollywood will
continue to be the standard viewing fare for all Americans, and all other
“approved” citizens of the world.
>
> Iraq remains a smoldering, poisoned cinder. The Garden of Eden, or at least the
Hanging Gardens of Babylon, are now encased in a cancer-guaranteed zone of
radioactive poison: truly, a stunning tribute to Western philosophy and
technology.
>
> Afghanistan is a free fire zone, also poisoned. Something there is about the
powers that be wanting to keep rubbing two sticks together to keep the sparks
flying, because it generates steady profits for their members by continuing the
flow of ammunition and armaments. And this is the engine that creates our comfort,
our leisure to debate these matters in cyberspace, then attempts to get them to
spill out into the third-dimensional world without much success.
>
> The names of nations and peoples being crunched up in the meat grinder of
corporatization fly past our eyes, too extensive to comprehend. Somewhere between
Kisangali and Kampala, people are actually eating pygmies. Two million everyday
souls live in the landfills of Rio de Janeiro. In New Orleans, these same folks
live in Houston.
>
> War is where the real money is, although rebuilding entire societies like Sumatra
is extremely profitable also. This is the gift that Western civilization has given
us. We can even make money off the trashing of the planet.
>
> Where in our own inner darkness do we process this information? What stratagem or
philosophical canard do we use to explain this to ourselves?
>
> How do we stifle the image that we are eating ourselves, as cannibalism’s primal
impulse glitters mysteriously in the bottom of the Communion cup?
>
> Do we, like victims of the London Blitz, merely take cover and wait for the storm
to pass? As a veteran hurricane dodger I can tell you it is definitely better to
live to fight another day.
>
> But only for a little while can avoidance be construed as prudence. When something
nettles you for a long time it is always better to take definitive action to fix
the problem rather than constantly continue to deal with its exasperations.
>
> Will the parable come true? That’s our question. Will Samson, in his blind,
frustrated fury, yank on the chains so hard it will bring all of human society
down in a heap of horrifying ruin?
>
> Hey, blame our forebears. They made it happen. We inherited it. Now, the bus is
moving, unstoppably toward its destination. If you stand in front of it, you’ll be
run down. I’d like to say sit back and enjoy the show, but it’s probably going to
hurt.
>
> Just ask those folks who used to be from New Orleans. Or the displaced and
debauched citizens of Fallujah and so many other places graced by the presence of
those Zionist warmakers known as Blackwater mercenaries. They’re stationed both in
Baghdad and on the Cajun coastline, escorting Israeli advisers around the
neighborhood to help out with the new fortification plans.
>
> Now, contemplate the view of your future. Staring out vacantly from behind the
barbed wire in your mind. Eyeless in Gaza.
>
> John Kaminski is a writer who lives on the Gulf Coast of Florida whose Internet
essays are seen on hundreds of websites around the world.
johnkaminski.com