Power Elite How well do the “people in control” plan their growth, very well, while considering the “collateral damage” that just might result the cost of doing business. Consider that as far back as Nixon our senses have been bombarded with the “fact” that we’re running out of that magical elixir that propels our society from here –to- there – fossil fuel (choose a mixture). Soon after the push the prediction of our chariots demise was the primary topic of discussion at 99% of the dinner tables in North America, where the cost of a gallon was creeping up and “budgets” needed to be adjusted. Pop’s remarked that “beans” would show up more than once every two weeks in order for him to make it to work each day. Mom’s laid her soft hand on yours and told you that you’d only be allowed one Saturday matinee twice a month – our lives changed. The idea had been planted. Now flash forward to 2000, the Dot and fiber-optic revolution was on the downswing, the baron’s on Wall Street were watching their huge commissions fall, as trades calmed down – the street wasn’t a ghost town but it was morphing into the doldrums – action was needed or a new hero of production invented. The new President in reaction took more vacations to his ranch in Texas followed by the media which snapped copious amounts of pictures of him clearing brush, while his VP was being hounded by his buddies back at Halliburton because of the empty vaults of money he had stripped from them based on one bad decision or another. Looking at the situation one saw zero job growth, with an unemployment average over 2000 / 2001 at 4.35%. (data.bls.gov/pdq/SurveyOutputServlet) – Wall Street just strolled along. Cuban cigars were hauled out of the vaults, 400-year-old brandy served and the power elite held meeting far into the wee hours – something needed to be done – money needed to move – preferably into accounts they owned in which they owned a major share. After days/weeks or a month or two they reached a firm decision – a decision based on two things, selling more stuff and laying their hands of the lubricant of the society – oil! Building on the fear that our oil was running out coupled with the fact that the public new that it was dependent on a Arab controlled source they made their plans, all sworn to a secret pact “till death due us part” – at the end of their cigar smoked conclave they realized they needed another Pearl Harbor to kick start the game. 9-11 was born. The logistics of it left to the gang in the White House – GWB’s was to stay at his ranch as Tricky Dick and Donald WarHorse drug out an old idea and went to work, the game was alive. After a bit they went back to the walnet paneled room and informed the Power Elite that they’d need two or three vans full of greenbacks to make it work, they Power Point Presentation outlined the return – they got their expense account. Expert were brought onboard, and sooner than you can say Jackie Robinson the buildings in New York were the center of attention across the world…success! The President calm, cool and collected (albeit a bit on the duhhh side) told the world he’d haul in the perps and the world breathed a sigh of relief – the collateral damage was high, and the people in the West shook their fists at the Islamic world – they had a new enemy to fight. War was peeking its head from behind the curtain.
Posted on: Sat, 20 Jul 2013 12:05:19 +0000
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