Mao, Blood-Lust and The Scientific Dictatorship

Friday, August 13, 2010
By Paul Martin

Jurriaan Maessen
Prisonplanet.com
August 13, 2010

“They (the Gods) all want me to give them something to drink. They have worked well for me. They have helped me. Now they are all hot. They’re thirsty. They want to drink. They want to drink blood. Then I drink blood. I swallow it. I give it to them. And that quiets them. That calms them. That refreshes them…”

From La Psychologie religieuse des Achumawi: Description of an ancient sacrificial rite performed by an Achomawi-shaman.
In their June, 2010 magazine-issue, the Dutch Central Bank portrayed mass-murderer Mao Zedong arrogantly on the cover. By blatantly depicting the mass-murderer’s face the Bankers not only dance on the graves of the dictator’s victims, they’re dancing on the graves of their own victims- as Mao was directly put in power by the global bankers. Besides being directly responsible for the murder of at least 20 million people, Mao was also in the habit of kidnapping, raping en murdering young women for his royal pleasure. These historical facts have not deterred the Dutch Central Bank.

This is just one example of the unbridled hubris with which the banks throw their blood-lust in your face. But the blood-lust is more than lust. It’s a belief-system, a cult, that has infiltrated politics, economics, military and, last but not least, science.

Diamond at the Core

They say that science smothered mysticism with a rag drenched in arsenic. They were wrong. They were negligent. The truth is, mysticism has finally found its natural expression in the language of science.

Besides communicating in the usual symbolic imagery, designed to influence emotion, its new voice has learned to speak in formulas, equitations and diagrams, appealing to the intellect as well.

In sketching out the contours of the scientific dictatorship, obviously no one example will suffice. One may casually use the analogy of a great tree-trunk, out of which countless branches grow. Perhaps the symbol of a three-headed snake approaches the subject more accurately. But there is no need to besmear the symbol for the sake of the analogy. So, without further insulting the noble tree and magnificent snake, let’s grab a magnifying glass and climb upon the dragon to find what we may under its scales.

Take this one for example: Human Impact (I) on the environment equals the product of population (P), affluence (A: consumption per capita) and technology (T: environmental impact per unit of consumption).

Perfect logic, you would think. So was the eugenic formula of the Nazi’s, who were in the business of carefully measuring the distance from the nose to lower forehead, on the bases of which the decision was made who to sterilize or put to death. These are cleverly devised formulas of death, as calculated into existence by small groups of elites with the specific purpose of building a foundation for future mass-killings. The black diamond shimmering at the core of its religion is death, and all action is polished in such a shape, as to convince the smartest minds to join in. But the formula presented here is more than just some cynical ruse to convert the finest minds in science. It represents a belief-system that formulas inherently carry power, as do symbols and words. This power is then transferred from them to those they seek to subdue. A strange plot, and an ingenious one at that, seamlessly following the rules of mass conditioning, and injected by the thinnest of needles.

There is one golden rule, of course, that makes all the difference and guarantees that the mapmakers of the scientific dictatorship maintain the upper hand. They must, in short, be smarter than those on the receiving end of the transfer. Otherwise the whole endeavour would be as impossible as a plumber advising a brain-surgeon where exactly in the frontal lobe to operate. Also for the trick to have effect, they must be in control of certain key-points in the overall infrastructure, not necessarily all points. If we are to understand anything, if we even wish to, we must trace their footprints and enter the labyrinth with the strongest fishing-ropes tight around our waists. It is easy to get lost here, after all, especially considering the thick fog that envelops it. But with an ounce of diligence and a gram of courage we will learn that their countless disguises are as manifold as those ceremonial masks from sub-Saharan Africa.

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