“118 FIRST RESPONDERS HEARD EXPLOSIONS…..”
By Gordon Duff, Veterans Today

“One of the many groups of dedicated professionals insulted by Julian Assange is “Firefighters for 9/11 Truth.”  This is their video.  Assange says they are liars but even Fox News now admits that Building 7 was destroyed by explosives.

Assange staked the reputation of Wikileaks on the public never learning about Building 7.  Who would want to silence the biggest controversy in history?  Why is Julian Assange doing this?  Who is he?….”

Intent Blog:

“In the recent shootings at an Amish schoolhouse in rural Pennsylvania and a large public high school in Colorado, the killers went out of their way to separate the girls from the boys, and then deliberately attacked only the girls.

Ten girls were shot and five killed at the Amish school. One girl was killed and a number of others were molested in the Colorado attack.

In the widespread coverage that followed these crimes, very little was made of the fact that only girls were targeted. Imagine if a gunman had gone into a school, separated the kids up on the basis of race or religion, and then shot only the black kids. Or only the white kids. Or only the Jews.

There would have been thunderous outrage. The country would have first recoiled in horror, and then mobilized in an effort to eradicate that kind of murderous bigotry. There would have been calls for action and reflection. And the attack would have been seen for what it really was: a hate crime.

None of that occurred because these were just girls, and we have become so accustomed to living in a society saturated with misogyny that violence against females is more or less to be expected. Stories about the rape, murder and mutilation of women and girls are staples of the news, as familiar to us as weather forecasts. The startling aspect of the Pennsylvania attack was that this terrible thing happened at a school in Amish country, not that it happened to girls.

The disrespectful, degrading, contemptuous treatment of women is so pervasive and so mainstream that it has just about lost its ability to shock. Guys at sporting events and other public venues have shown no qualms about raising an insistent chant to nearby women to show their breasts. An ad for a major long-distance telephone carrier shows three apparently naked women holding a billing statement from a competitor. The text asks, “When was the last time you got screwed?”

An ad for Clinique moisturizing lotion shows a woman’s face with the lotion spattered across it to simulate the climactic shot of a porn video.

We have a problem. Staggering amounts of violence are unleashed on women every day, and there is no escaping the fact that in the most sensational stories, large segments of the population are titillated by that violence. We’ve been watching the sexualized image of the murdered 6-year-old JonBenet Ramsey for 10 years. JonBenet is dead. Her mother is dead. And we’re still watching the video of this poor child prancing in lipstick and high heels.

What have we learned since then? That there’s big money to be made from thongs, spandex tops and sexy makeovers for little girls. In a misogynistic culture, it’s never too early to drill into the minds of girls that what really matters is their appearance and their ability to please men sexually.

A girl or woman is sexually assaulted every couple of minutes or so in the U.S. The number of seriously battered wives and girlfriends is far beyond the ability of any agency to count. We’re all implicated in this carnage because the relentless violence against women and girls is linked at its core to the wider society’s casual willingness to dehumanize women and girls, to see them first and foremost as sexual vessels — objects — and never, ever as the equals of men.

“Once you dehumanize somebody, everything is possible,” said Taina Bien-Aimé, executive director of the women’s advocacy group Equality Now.

That was never clearer than in some of the extreme forms of pornography that have spread like nuclear waste across mainstream America. Forget the embarrassed, inhibited raincoat crowd of the old days. Now Mr. Solid Citizen can come home, log on to this $7 billion mega-industry and get his kicks watching real women being beaten and sexually assaulted on Web sites with names like “Ravished Bride” and “Rough Sex — Where Whores Get Owned.”

Then, of course, there’s gangsta rap, and the video games where the players themselves get to maul and molest women, the rise of pimp culture (the Academy Award-winning song this year was “It’s Hard Out Here for a Pimp”), and on and on.

You’re deluded if you think this is all about fun and games. It’s all part of a devastating continuum of misogyny that at its farthest extreme touches down in places like the one-room Amish schoolhouse in normally quiet Nickel Mines, Pa.”

“I have absolutely nothing to do with WikiLeaks and I don’t even approve of what they are doing,” he said. “I would distance myself from WikiLeaks. I wish they wouldn’t use the name. They are not a wiki.”

—  Jimmy Wales, CEO, Wikipedia (allegedly in bed with US intelligence…)

Zahir Ebrahim

“As daunting as it might appear to the mainstream television watcher, it is in fact rather straightforward for those unencumbered by blind faith in governments and its statecraft. Just look for the core-lies and unquestioned axioms of empire that are typically retained in the “leaks” and reportage which, in order to sound credible, often openly expose what is mostly already known anyway or judiciously employ some variation of “Limited Hangout” wrapped in a veneer of dissent or ‘freedom of the press’.

It’s the exact same recipe as is used by all the other fabricated and controlled dissent assets of empire when they are not outright spinning patent lies, for spinning half-truths requires far more brilliance. It is not for nothing that James Jesus Angleton, Head of CIA Counter Intelligence 1954-1974, is quoted in the 1992 BBC-2 Documentary on Operation Gladio: “Deception is a state of mind and the mind of the State”.

“GOLDMUND: Now both flames have died out in me.

I no longer have the animal happiness of ecstasy and I wouldn’t want it now, even if women were still running after me. …and to create works of art is no longer my wish either… I´ve made enough statues…therefore it is time for me to die…and I´m curious about it…really curious. Not of the beyond, Narcissus, I think about that very little..I no longer believe in it. There is no beyond. The dried up tree is dead forever…the frozen bird does not come back to life, nor does a man after he has died…No I´m curious about dying only because it is still my belief that or my dream that I am on the road to my mother..

NARCISSUS: It seems to me you have found peace now..Goldmund.

GOLDMUND:: Do you mean peace with God? No, that peace I have not found. I don´t want any peace with him. He has made the world badly; we don’t need to praise it and he´ll care little whether I praise him or blame him.

But I have made peace with the pain in my chest, yes. In former days, I was not good at bearing pain, and although I sometimes thought that dying would come easily to me, I was wrong. …I was still much too strong and wild to die…

but now it is different…as I rode along , I realized that force and youth and intelligence had already abandoned me…I stumbled  into a gully with my horse and fell into a stream and broke several ribs…and lay there helpless in the water and that´s when I first learned about real pain…As I fell, I felt something break inside my chest and the breaking pleased me, I was glad to hear it. I was content with it. I lay there in the water and knew that I was about to die….but dying no longer seemed terrible to me...I lay there and had burning pains in my chest and I was defending myself against them and screaming when I heard a laughing voice I had not heard since childhood.It was my mother´s voice, a deep womanly voice, full of ecstasy and love. And then I saw it was she, that she was with me, holding me in her lap, and that she had opened my breast and put her fingers between my ribs to pluck out my heart. When I saw that, it no longer hurt. And now when the pains come back, they are not pains, they are not enemies. they are my mother´s fingers taking my heart out. She works hard at it. Sometimes she presses down and moans as though in ecstasy. Sometimes she laughs and hums tender sounds. Sometimes she is not with me but high above in heaven…and I see her face among the clouds as large as a cloud…I had completely forgotten my mother until you conjured her up again..That day too it hurt very much….but even then my mother called me and I had to follow…she is everywhere..

..She was Lise the gypsy, she was Master Niklaus´ beautiful Madonna, she was life, love, ecstasy..she was also fear, hunger, instinct…now she is death; she has her fingers in my chest…I wanted to tell you about my mother and how she keeps her fingers clasped around my heart…my secret dream was to make a statue of the mother…she was to me the most sacred of all the images..only a short while ago it would have been unbearable to me to think that I might die without having  carved her statue…and now see how strangely things have turned out. It is not my hands that shape and form her…..it is her hands that shape and form me. She is closing her fingers around my heart, she is loosening it, she is emptying me; she is seducing me into dying and with me dies my dream, the beautiful statue, the image of the great mother Eve. I can still see it and if I had force in my hands, I could carve it.But she doesn´t want that..she doesnt want me to make her secret visible.She rather wants me to die. I´m glad to die. She is making it easy for me…….

But you , Narcissus, how will you die when your time comes…since you have no mother? Without a mother one cannot love.Without a mother, one cannot die…¨”