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 simmering 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 and places have been changed to protect both the innocent and the guilty.

The Iraq Inquiry

Mad government media magician conjures up the perfect, earth moving 'white out' to add to copious amounts of whitewash with a hint of brown.

Tuesday in early January and a new decade, in which to again tell the same old sordid lies and collective delusions. Government whitewash with a hint of brown production, had started again as filled with Christmas pudding and a whole sack of promises and favour, the Chillcoat inquiry sat sympathetic and non judgemental. While another of the notorious 'Witches of Westminster', creators of potions, spin and that iconic work of fantasy and fiction, the Iraq and weapons of mass distraction dodgy dossier, another doctored 'log book' from 'cut and shunt' wreckers for the smiling used car salesman Tony Bear, to force upon unwilling customers.

The Black Witch himself, creator of monsters and an army of mechanical, wind-up toys loosed upon an unsuspecting world. As in the sterile laboratory's and Pyrex test tubes life was created anew each bright new media morning from a true piece of the Lords cross, the rendered fat of a Koala Bear and a wart from John Presscoats left foot. Amongst the misinformation and manipulation of those murderous monstrosities, hidden in the vacuous spin of men still mad all these years later, still unable to admit to the world or themselves that Iraq had no weapons of mass destruction, then or now. Because Coalition forces made sure of that during the six week air campaign marking the start of the First Gulf War.

When Tony Bear's mad, manic media magician, creator of demons and denizens to torment and destroy, Alister Crumble conjured up the perfect, earth moving 'white out' to add to the copious amounts of whitewash with a hint of brown.

Five hours of deluded lies and selfobssesed rambling to say what could be said in five words: 'We lied and lied again!'

The problem with religious delusional and the mad, is the fact that they believe their own lies. While the inescapable web they weave in order to deceive, grows ever more voluminous like the torturous rhetoric of the manic spin doctors. Waiving their arms frantically, naked under a full moon, drinking Pimms from the wrong side of the glass as they conjure up another variation of the monstrosities they create, far from the light of day and further still from truth and the inconveniences of a reality they can not control. Cardboard kaleidoscope in hand, painting again rainbows with pixie dust and the latest computer graphics - can you see what it is yet?

They shaped events according to their economic and personal needs, always benefiting the 'fat prat's' of the military and industrial complex. With their demanding twenty four seven production lines to feed the new markets for a new kind of war, an asymmetrical war against a linguistic concept along with the ghosts hiding within its social histories, sordid state secrets and the hollow justification of the mad and bed. Those who spoke in tongues of the imaginary dangers Saddam Hussun's Iraq posed to the world. While kissing snakes and rolling their blank, starring eye's at the mobile telephone camera's and eager bank managers. The Holy Spirit squirming and twisting as the dollar's came flowing into another redemption 'fire sake' for the deluded and desperate.

The foundation of contemporary democracy in the United Kingdom, cabinet government. Long ago butchered for a Granola promise and the personal benefits of control freaks, tricksters, changelings, shape shifters and spinning men. Left to rot upon the black and gold railings of fortress Downing Street, a stark warning to any who doubted the visionary politics of Tony Bear and his trained pets, the big black Vultures who say around the cabinet table waiting for the bing, bang, bung, bonus culture to come calling. Before flipping, fleecing, fiddling and fooling the British electorate with the people's politics of Trotsky and Starlin.

During another devastating 'Cultural Revolution', year zero when the people of London, mesmerised, brainwashed and hypnotised were marched out into the killing fields of the Thames marshes and wild silences. Whose memory was a whisper, a cold draft of wind in a world long before the mind rotting banality of 'International, Celebrity, Get me out of Big Brother and the poverty of media mediocrity, factor XXY show.

The petrification of stultification for those not so clever Monkeys, who evolved into couch potatoes, blobs of luminous white fat returning to the state of single cell amoeba and protoplasm in the media's primal, prime time pools, endorsed by Chuck Chuck and sixty seven randomly selected feral cat's. Now available at your local McDanold for those super sized into stupidity by a secret mix of the latest mind control pharmaceuticals and fluoride.

If the demonic spin doctor's and media magicians plausible delusions were not bad enough, arms flapping and eyes rolling as the turned lead into gold and lies into truth. Those they cast their faulted magic for, the Sainted, visionary warrior leaders George Brush and his trained yapping-dog Tony Bear. Lived far beyond the harsh realities of life in the real world, in the cold, dark depths of the deepest ocean trenches, where the immense pressures squashed and squeezed the unstable forms they became. Not only did they use the same toothpaste and dental hygienist, the Central Intelligence Agency, to snap off the teeth of any stupid enough to tell the truth and believe in the rule of law.

They shared religious delusions the way young girl's share clothes and make-up. When both men, wild eyed and wobbly, admitted to the media that God spoke to them. Though neither explained if this was by telephone, or a series of flashing lights and tones as the voices inside their heads grow wilder than before. Tony Bear, serious as an undertaker, his kaleidoscope eye twitching nervously as it grew perceptibly larger than the other eye. Admitted live on camera, not only did God constantly talk to him, he told Tony to invade Iraq and turn the United Kingdom into a predominantly Catholic county by allowing half of Poland to move to Shepard's Bush and set up plumbing businesses.

There was a time when hearing voices inside your head was evident witchcraft and the surest way known to get yourself burnt alive. Though in our slightly more aware and scientific times, i.e. not the twelfth century. Such voices were regarded by the medical establishment as being symptomatic of metal illness in one or more of its forms. Which, depending upon the nature and severity of the illness could get you lobotomised, a course of elector shock therapy and locked away in a secure Victorian mental asylum for the rest of your natural.

But not the dynamic duo, Batman and Robin, or George and Tony as they were known during their day jobs. Most people hearing this historical confession - God told them to invade Iraq - who's jaw's dropped to the floor or could not stop laughing, exchanged concerned glances then smiled thinking it sound bite politics and hollow, meaningless spin. That as if sparkly 'party string', just came squirting from the darkness full face and personal. Only this was no homely, mum's apple pie and homemade lemonade moment. All warn, secure and fluffy in the pit of your stomach. It was complete disbelief and terror at the fact men who claimed to hear the voice of God telling them to invade Iraq, had unfettered access to the worlds largest nuclear arsenal and standing army.

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