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cptindy
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Posted - 08/08/2010 : 22:16:50
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Written by, Cptindy 08-08-10
As I ponder the global spectrum with my limited resources and mostly read between the lines approach. It is beginning to appear more as a global "Art Of War" power play.
Now let us assume for the sake of this theory that bankers and global elitist's are at the root of control throughout most of the world, using clandestine methods to accomplish their tasks and further the agenda.
Within their stranglehold they have attempted to keep down any opposition or unwilling nations or culture with as much control over economics as possible, essentially using the all mighty trump card "reserve currency".(which maintains control over global commerce and allows for unlimited fund availability)
If that does not work clandestine strike's to key political positions are used and if that fails they simply make up a reason for war.
Within this power structure lies "greed". The never ending desire for more power, more control.
As an opponent to this monster one has to realize their position. As you have been manipulated for centuries and held down by the shear size and control your master has thrust without regard into your way of life.
But ever so slowly it dawns on you that the beast has become gluttonous and is beginning to ravage and tear at anything that it fears may threaten its thirst for control. Seeing clearly, that for the monster to live it must corrupt and feed itself from within.
Slowly as you begin to harness the concept that freedom is within your grasp you begin to play along. Allowing your people to become an inexpensive labor force to satisfy your submissive position and calm the nerves of the powerful. You allow factories to be built on your soil at no cost to yourself and thank him for his generosity.
As you sit quietly on the fuel and labor that powers the industry that sends your masters troops to battle you wait patiently.
You are obviously not alone as a servant to the beast and quietly your hatred merges with others that have been placed into serfdom. Into a plan to stand fast for the opportunity to be free. A plan to continue feeding the monster with that of which it requests, labor, fuel and servitude. All the while you long for revenge.
As the gluttonous master your power begins to become a given and your thoughts are that the world will be yours. Those that disobey will be squashed. So you continue to push your spoils into every orifice of politics and corporation feeling at ease that your system is flawless. Your strength and control is to great to be challenged.
But soon, the tables begin to turn. As slowly in your haste to be king secrets become revealed. Technology and fellowship begin slipping from your grasp. But you are mighty and life is good "who would stand against the king" you whisper to yourself before slumber. Coming to rest each night with a last thought of the possibility that your kingdom may revolt.
As your master is beginning to feel uncomfortable with your position. It is now time to tighten your strings. Time to flex the power that had been given while you faithfully obliged his calling.
Unnecessary expenditures and acts of war in a needless plight for control have caused your lord to over extended. So you feed the ego and tell him what a good master he is. That his conquests are his right and the power will be his. "What can we do to help" Is all you can say, While you salivate with patience and the coming revenge.
You have taken from your experience knowledge, power, resource and planned accordingly what it is you desire. To slap that dog and put him in a cage and treat him as he has done to you for so long. Never again will you obey and oblige his whimsical requests. But not yet, soon. Patience!
Between yourself and your silent alliance you have caused a diversion, in which your soon to be opponents troops are isolated in a pit of despair.
Slowly you have undermined his finance and stolen his gold while he sleeps. His technology is now yours and all the factories to build endless machines of destruction are in your grasp. Nothing your master calls his own is actually in his control. And you wait as he begins to become dizzy on the wine of gluttony.
You have come this far without losing a soul, without using any capital from your reserves. In fact you have made arrangements to own your own supply while silently leasing control to your master. Your coffers are fat and time is on your side as your master nears his end.
"Master What Can I Do" you now speak with a obvious sneer.
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