The World Of Shadows

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. Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent and guilty.

Week two of the Iraq Inquiry

If the first week of the Iraq Inquiry confirmed anything, it was that the major protagonists in the formulation and manufacture of industrial strength whitewash with a hint of brown. Had lost non of their former ruthless criminal intent and eagerness to torture, harass and drug any still to stupid to tell the truth.

For only compliant yes men, on song canaries and photogenic liars with their sweat gland surgically removed so as better to talk out of their arses. Stared in this Christmas political pantomime, a Punch and Judy show - that's the way to do it - left until the dying day's, for the sub-species of extinct dinosaur Libour metamorphosed into.

In order to again play the ace up their sleaze, the fallibility of human memory and complicity of the media in another re-write of history according to the Bear Rich Project and those with heads so far up their arses, they could brush each others teeth. Thankfully Bear and Brush discovered at that first male bonding session at the Presidents Crawfish Ranch, dressed and jeans and plaid shirts, they used the same toothpaste and dental hygienist to knock out the teeth of any whom threatened to take away the cardboard kaleidoscopes.

With the pieces in flux, while they painted rainbows in the Technicolour vomit of overt sycophancy and complete disregard for the international law and the United Nations Charter. To which both contries are signatories - that's the way to do it - amidst the cracked, distorting mirrors and ever thickening smoke of another Government orchestrated inquiry. Into the dizzying activities of the spinning men, the media magicians and focus group Covens for those in the loop, hypnotised and wild eyed. Who play pass the parcel to you, to me, to you with Alice in Wonderland and the Cheshire cat's cosmetic dentistry claimed on expenses, riding upon the 'gravy train' jumping up and down shouting me, me, me or talking in code.

It was like watching the National Theatres latest production of 'The Cherry Orchard'. Beautiful scenery, flash web site but the same wooden actors, performing word perfect and line by line from an old script, the audience mesmerised by flashing lights and a shared understanding of history's intent but unwilling, or unable to learn from it. Without exception, they lied then and are still the same crafted, polished stinkers as published in autobiographies and upon their 'Face Back' web page.

Any to stupid to believe in truth and integrity, or taken by a sudden attack of conscience. Were long ago decapitated (technical term for destroying someone), or given doses of pure LSD, which drove them mad or to committee suicide in Blue Bell Wood. Amongst the fairies and pixie dust of kaleidoscope world, for in the Kingdom of the blind, the one eyed man is always King.

As to the extent that the latest Iraq Inquiry was government orchestrated whitewash with a hint of brown. Just looking at the 'who's who' of Knights, Lords and compliant military men, staring in this Punch and Judy show at the end of a short pier, yes men to a man. You knew it was the same old, same old selling out of democracy and freedom, the abandonment of cabinet government and accountability. In favour of off-the-record, Ikea sofa government and KGB surveillance of any to doubt or question the Bear Rich Project and tartan totalitarianism's terracotta army of nodding dog politicians. The Millennium Dome full of tumbling, spinning, fiddling and flipping men. When after weeks of advertising the greatest spectacular of the decade ever televised, it turned out to be nothing by a troop of coffee hyperactives and hung over alcoholics sailing through the air upon the end of metal wires.

By having the Iraq Inquiry at the end of a short pier, in the final day's of Libour's cuckoo Parliament with its sell out, wash out car-boot revolution and dark night of the soul. For those who did not, could not believe in the Messianic ramblings of (Teflon) Tony and his trained pet's, the big black Vultures who sat hungrily around the cabinet table waiting for opportunity to come bing, bang, bunging at their door. No doubt bought by the British tax payers along with a floating duck house for the lake. Where could be heard the call of the Coot and mournful, haunting 'water boarding' man's song: 'Splish, splash, splosh, tell us what you know Tosh, before we almost drown you again'.

Remained fully in control of this re-telling of a classic work of fiction, along with all the back story's and sub-plots where, in the world of shadows, are hidden all the truths New Libour abandoned long before its fist election victory. Along with tradition and a commitment to democracy as they changed their politics and colour. Red on day, green the next, then blue and red again but that was the enduring fascination of Ikea sofa government for control freaks and habitual liars, the opportunity to make it up as they went along.

Surrendering as they did to the mystical, mumbo-jumbo of Tony Bear who daily heard the voice of God whispering inside his head, telling him to invade Iraq and sell out his own country, for a leading roll upon the international stage. To sit again at the 'top table' amongst the power dressers and mouth breeders, those who spoke the international language of unmarked used dollars or pounds stuffed into sports bags or secret numbered Swiss Bank Accounts. The scratch and sniff smell of new bank notes changes every fifteen minutes, for those with an addiction to air miles, warehouse's full of bing, bang, bung freebies and priceless promises of politics patronage and favour to the highest bidder.

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