Propaganda And No One Listening.
How do "they" sleep at night?
This little outpost is like visiting a children's' TV programme in its overall atmosphere of "everything is just tickety boo". Contrast that with this horrific cost.
I have blogged many times on the atrocious stupidity of being in this blighted land many, many times. Coupled with those thoughts and writings has been my take on the media's careless approach to news. A stricken cruise liner has dominated our weekend's chip paper outpourings and driven dreadful scandals off the front pages. Although you would think that Afghanistan is embargoed, wouldn't you. In some respects that would be better than just unfashionable.
Amongst those scandals is the inordinate despicable behaviour of the last Government's worst charlatans. Though towering above his fellow, morally devoid dwarves is Bliar, there are some very rich receivers of the blood money that sloshes around modern political goings on.
Of the cretins discussed in yesterday's Sunday Times "Kiddyfiddler Supremo" Mandy shared top billing with hoon of hoons, Hoon. Both men deign not to reveal who their "clients" happen to be. One thing's for sure, that willingness not to divulge "confidential" information is more than some arrogant "client privilege" excuse. Their incredible fortunes will be garnered on the back of their failed Government activities. These people, having wrecked the UK, now have the effrontery to hoover up as much of the blood money as they can.
Arms dealers, Taliban agents, money launderers and Russian gangsters are their bedfellows. Enabling this utterly disgusting behaviour are The Civil Service puppeteers. People just as devoid of any honour and perfectly prepared to sign up to the necessary PR management that allows mutilation, death and the untold agony that is war, to be quietly managed away from public interest and awareness.
As I am writing this post thousands of British troops are trudging the same weary, death filled sands of a blighted and eternally at war country. Their hardships are rewarded with a plethora of P45s and the forgetfulness of a public steered away from the sight of this treachery and neglect by Government.
As discussed, behind all of this awfulness those most responsible are coining it. We never hear of Reid, for example. He's too busy courting the despots funding "private" security armies worldwide. This the twat who said a shot would not be fired in Afghanistan. Remember. This article mentions his £50k a year job. Bollocks, more like £500k. When bathing and wallowing in other peoples' blood you expect more black pudding than a piddly, for these demonic bastards, £50k.
So, there you have it. You can wallow in austerity, die in service or have your limbs and organs blown away. Those high and mighty ess aitch one tees, morally bankrupt, personally steeped in unimaginable blood soaked dosh, are laughing, or rather smirking, all the way to those banks they managed to save. As for the gullible sheeples, only those connected to our service personnel have the faintest idea of what's going on.
Sure topping the Christmas charts was wonderful and not welcomed by the top Brass. However, note how the Wooton Bassett ceremonies have totally disappeared. Coincidence? I think not. Just one tiny little sleight of hand so beloved of Sir Humphrey. Not very nice, are they?
All I can do is post and hope my words resonate somewhere, if only a tiny, tiny flame of "thank you" to those so treasonably treated. I don't see The Taliban as enemies of me. The urinating on their dead bodies was atrocious in the proper sense of that word. I'd rather see our troops urinating on the live but fallen bodies of politicians. That would be far more justifiable. Especially those greedily devouring more than their fair share of the world's dwindling resources.