““We control life. At all levels. We create human nature. Men are infinitely malleable”. ~ 1984, George Orwell.
A noticeable militarism has crept into Atlantic bridged sporting arenas over the last decades; from fighter jets flying in formation over stadia; to national anthems sung in praise of the respective military Heads of State; to banner carrying soldiers, poppy bearing youths, to team-strips which like the sports and military themselves, have rank-stripes and Remembrance sewn into their very fabric.
We’ve even moved, to be moved, to begin holding a minute silence, not only annually in November but after every cluster of military and most recently, civilian deaths at the hands of so-called ‘terror’.
All against a backdrop of Goebbels imperceptible ‘invisible propaganda’, a drip-fed tsunami of pervasive, subliminal military-recruitment programming has been broadcast throughout the mainstream media; on all forms of the flatscreen universe; cinematic, TV and tablet; a powerful, emotionalising, sports-cauldron, concentric conveyor belt of morbid, morose, maudlin, galvanising-militarising victimhood, is powerfully-feeding into itself to coerce, to psychologically and emotionally abuse another generation to take leave of their logical senses.
They’re being primate-primed to throw themselves into the machine upon a spark, a #FalseFlag trigger, an event so indefensible, so heinous, that all conscious-cognition, amplified by our ‘rote-truths’ fed to us by #Murdoch’s & the #BBC #BibleMedia, will be bovine-abandoned for amygdala-driven emotionalism; #Emotionalism4Militarism to be precise, whereby a #HostileEnvironment will manifest to enrage and engulf any self-respecting male of fighting age.
Angry, inwardly guilt-tripped and/or societally peer-pressure compelled, ‘It’ will demand of him; to mobilise from inert ‘white-feathered coward’ to armed ‘heroic soldier’; for ‘revenge’, for pals, for community, for President, for Queen, for country; for oil; for weaponised waterfalls; forever.
The Army v Navy rugby tournament has gone from strength to strength in the last decade or so, from being played in front of a few thousands, (when I used to regularly attend from 2005-10 during my Army days) to being televised by Sky Sports, to being sold-out at the 80,000 seat Twickenham Stadium, the home of English rugby.
But it’s become an annual gathering for, and indeed a celebration of, militarism.
Like sport in general, it’s been used to platform Anglicised-nationalist sentiment but the contemporary purpose for the Century Old Army v Navy fixture, was always to promote a more concentrated form of militarised-patriotism disguised as sporting-occasion.
This event has not been organically-grown to simply to meet demand. The ‘demand’ has been manufactured, manipulated, groomed over time as a paedophile does a child, to become the pretext-driven product-epitome of the creeping, imperceptible, powerfully-emotive Gaslight Ceremony Cycle militarisation of Anglo-centric British flag-waving nationalism.
All with timely, injected-concentrations of emotionalism by weaponised-charity; the Phoenix-like Forces charity Help for Heroes the recent yellow submarine of the Invictus Games; the sea of subconscious-subliminal, luminescent yellow jackets of DIY SOS Veterans Village; and the ‘terrorist’ response tsunamis of yellow-heroism; of the rote-reinforced bravery of the emergency services “running toward the danger” by rote, live-soap script.
But the patent, predominant red, white & blue colour-scheme has of course, been quite deliberately, inter-generationally interwoven, to be collectively, subliminally-associated by Rubber Hand Illusion with Royalty; so that by inseparable-association, a slight against any single string in the piece, is an affront to the entire orchestra playing to the gallery.
And it’s the power and the empowerment of these feelings, of this belonging that makes those most taken by ‘It’, overlook the fact, that we collectively are turning a blind eye to a fascist UK Government.
A Machiavellian ‘government’ that attacks its own patriotically programmed populations’ quasi-religious belief-system housed in the military & its veterans; in order to provoke, to #Agitate the overwhelming majority of white working class males, the principal demographic targets for #DarkTriad military recruitment, to come to the physical ‘defence’ of the ever further-right Establishment elite-estate agenda, against an illusion by State #FalseFlag fabrication; the so-called ‘lefts’ “political correctness gone mad”.
A fascist UK Government that has been engaged in the joint corporate-government eugenic-streamlining, the State sponsored and sanctioned murder of the infirm and disabled via ATOS & DWP; that had until very recently, again aided by the media, been sleekitly, surreptitiously ethnically-cleansing Britain’s shores of the black #Windrush generation; and that too, again aided by a complicit media, it appears, tried to stage its very own Reichstag trigger in Salisbury to provide the pretext for war.
We already reside in a fascist UK State but our State ‘education’ indoctrination conditioning, refuses to allow us to consciously acknowledge; that our feelings of being ‘British’, of belonging, by the commission of faux-benevolence and greatness but also by the omission of pathological-hypocrisy of genocidal-entitlement that the British State is steeped in, wrapped up in a 300 year old corporate-government manufactured flag-brand to brainwash-blindfold us; that elicits our patriotic-complicity in overlooking the mass-murder and the ethnic-cleansing that is taking place on these very shores – today.
So by all means, enjoy the Army v Navy celebration of militarism disguised as a celebration of sport; enjoy the unacknowledged British nationalism disguised as patriotism but remember it has a #DarkTriad design; a military-recruitment purpose – for which we will all be dutifully obliged to pay a price.
But do try to at least be consistent; do try to enjoy the next inevitable (oil) war as much as you (and your sons) heroically-fantasise over its inevitable prospect; it might even be closer than you think; it might just be around the false-flag waving corner on your own Patch…
…because Britain, or being born ‘British’ does after all, come with an obligation; to patriotically-feed a perennial, global-resources acquisition war-machine; the most brutal, yet the most refined in terms of the subliminal sports and media-military propaganda-recruitment of minds and men for war, that human history has ever known.
Live. Die. Repeat.