The World Of Shadows

Of course there are realities within realities, truths within truths and lies within lies and if we are to believe some scientists, worlds within worlds. All inexorably bound together by thin threads of time and space, into an web of infinite possibility and potential. Delicately balanced by conflicting gravity's between past and future, light and dark, good and evil, life and death. Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent and the guilty.

Day three if the Iraq Inquiry

Intelligence was patchy claim civil servant's as the latest government whitewash, this time with a hint of brown, was made ready to be sprayed over everything and everyone.

Patchy! Is an exaggeration to say the least, it was non-existent and like that infamous 'cut and paste' work of fiction, the classic Iraq and weapons of mass distraction dodgy dossier. Was comprised of extracts from a student thesis, out of date pre-first Gulf War reconnaissance photographs, key statements from a defecting Iraqi General, who would have told people the sky was green if he thought it would help with his asylum claim and the bits John Purple, the JIG (joint intelligence group) and Tony Bear made up to add gravitas and authority to a used car salesman's dream, a 'cut and shunt' accident waiting to happen but not in my name.

While in 'Cool Britannia's' dim and secret corners, close to the heart of darkness and those monsters hiding within immunity to prosecution and righteous purpose. Any to stupid to tell the truth - there are no WMD's - were drugged, harassed, tortured, threatened and had professional and personal reputations completely destroyed by New Libours dirty tricks department.

While those smiling and snickering who lied the best, the most convincingly before the high definition, flat screen reality of the war on terror. Levitated is if by magic and wonder, up into the rarefied air of those dressed in silk stockings with dead Stoat's draped casually over their manly shoulders, to sit with the Lords and Liar's, the cross dressers who changed their politics as they did their silk stockings and designated main residences. As Lord Sneaky Bastard of 'I'll Say Whatever you want'. Just so long as the elevator goes non stop , all the way up to the penthouse suit. Where thanks to the bing, bang, bung, bonus culture, you can see forever.

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The World of Shadows

The World Of Shadows

Only in the shadows will you find the truth.

Of course there are realities within realities, truths within truths, lies within lies and if we are to believe some scientists, worlds within worlds. All inexorably bound together by thin threads of time and space, into a shimmering web of infinite possibility and potential; delicately balanced by conflicting gravity’s somewhere between past and future, light and dark, good and evil, life and death.

That the majority of people can be so readily deceived by the smoke and mirrors constituting contemporary governments and their ideologies of power. While the rest are silenced by fear, or threats that ‘you are either with us or against us’. Comes as no real surprise to me, I have seen its well oiled machinery slip silently into action during previous conflicts, have lived under a succession of Governments, some better, some worse, some committed to freedom and democracy, some nothing more than brutal elected dictatorships.

‘In a time of universal deception, telling the truth is a revolutionary act.’
George Orwell.

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