An Open Letter to Our Globalist Overlords

An Open Letter to Our Globalist Overlords

By

Kelly J Randall

“When the going gets weird, the Weird turn pro.”

-Hunter S. Thompson

Just before the election of 2016, I wrote a column called “About This Election” wherein I said: “In a nation that used to turn out statesmen, the two major candidates for the office of President of the United States are Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump. These two are the best we could muster. What the hell is wrong with us?”

There was no way I could vote for Hillary Clinton. She was the most obviously corrupt, malodorous, abhorrent criminal ever to waddle across a major political party’s convention stage since Richard Nixon slithered back into the public’s political consciousness from the sulfur ridden life he lived as Satan’s towel boy in 1968. Every time Clinton opened her mouth, she sorely deserved to have her vocal cords gouged out with a length of her own frozen smug, and yet she managed to bolt from the pack of horrid, dangerous, ethically barren and morally bankrupt Democrats, steal the nomination away from an avowed Communist whack-job, and arrogantly sat in her throne virtually demanding that the lowly serfs that are the American People place the crown of Dictator on her head, heir apparent to the past eight years of that other Marxist tyrant, the odious Globalist puppet Barack Obama.

It was enough to make me want to pull my own thumbs off.

The Republicans fielded a pack of RINO-cucks, blathering neo-cons, and brainless, bloated, featureless sock-puppets specifically designed to further solidify the reality of the uni-party in all aspects of modern American political life save for some clever name calling and small, unimportant policy differences to keep humping the illusion of the “two-party system” in the minds of citizens who were too concerned with their sports and the nightly television pap to pay attention to how thoroughly crooked the whole derisory exercise has become.

Into this moronic quagmire strode the Great Orange Doofus, Donald J. Trump.

Here was a billionaire businessman who was saying everything that people who believed in the rights and responsibilities of the individual, the sanctity of the man/ woman marriage, the traditional family, and the national entity were saying. He was giving voice to people who were tired of working hard and having little to show, except bigger and bigger tax bills paying for people who were not only criminals for being in the country illegally (thus the accurate appellation “Illegal Aliens”), but for a large part of that population, becoming involved in further and often violent criminal activity including, but not limited to, drug running, rape, murder, and child abuse, who often demanded special treatment, free education, free health care, welfare, and Social Security, even though they had never paid a dime in taxes. They were tired of giving billions of dollars to countries who were not shy about showing the United States disrespect, contempt, and outright hatred for this nation and everything it stands for. They were citizens who were tired of being forced to pay for everyone else while they were being treated like the hated and embarrassing uncle who sits silently in the corner during the family reunion smelling funny who no one talks to until someone notices that he has pissed himself again.

He wanted to build the same wall on our Southern border that Mexico has on its Southern border, that many nations have around their borders, that Vatican City has around its border. He wanted to bring jobs back to the United States, reward companies for investment in the United States and punish American companies who were American in name only, outsourcing, as they are, to third world countries unhindered by outrageous government overreaching laws pertaining to labor and environment.

He was a non-politician who wanted to “Make America Great Again” and to “Put America First”, but I wasn’t buying it. I am a big believer in the idea that if something sounds too good to be true, it probably is. Trump was hitting too many of the right notes, his followers were too excited, and his detractors were too insanely arrogant and, by turns, violently hateful. I smelled a rat so much that I could have been being served cooked rat with rat ice cream for dessert that had been cooked by a big rat dressed in a Mickey Mouse costume.

I have learned a few things in my time; never mess with someone named Genghis, never put lead into your water pipes, and never take anything anyone who is running for political office at face value.

During the ridiculously long, horribly stupid campaign, we had never been so divided, being split along lines of race, class, religion, sex, and geography. Suddenly, leading up to the election, there were only four lines of separation: Trump supporters, Clinton supporters, Sanders crybabies, and the Never-Trump whiners.

I knew the elections meant nothing. The system has been rigged by you Globalists since Kennedy’s head was blown off in the coup that took place on that one sunny day in Dallas in November of 1963. With the passage of the so-called “Patriot Act” which essentially nullified our Constitution, the elections are just a sad, pathetic dog and pony show to allow the citizens the illusion of participating in a Constitutional Representative Republic. The reality is that we are all slaves to the unholy union of politics and trans-national Corporations known as a Fascist Corporatocracy, where the peoples’ lives are bought and sold on the Worlds’ Stock Exchanges, where the rights we have exist according to the whims and will of our Globalist Overlords, and where, as the noose tightens, our words, deeds, and even our very thoughts are being watched, debated, and controlled as if all the world is a dog show and the elites are fine wine swilling, emotionally retarded judges fondling our balls.

To be sure, Trump hit the ground running, and was passing Executive Orders like he was passing out leaflets for a Led Zeppelin reunion tour. He was swimming upstream against a rising tide of Regressive Liberal sore-losers who loudly, and often times violently, declared that Trump was “Not Their President”, and marching lock step with these increasingly mentally ill Marxists were the RINOs and Neo-cons who were determined to hem Trump in or find a way to get him out of office so that regular, treasonous, criminal activities could be restored. The Trump/ Putin show was a nice try: push for Trump to be impeached as a traitorous Putin-puppet with the side effect of marginalizing Russia at the same time based on absolutely nothing at all but innuendo and the completely laughable “Pissing Prostitute” dossier while completely ignoring the Clintons actually selling off 20% of the United States’ uranium ore for millions of dollars to Putin, not to mention the pre-election meetings of Globalist Democrats and Republicans, people like Pelosi, Reid, Landrieu, McCaskill, Schumer, and 26 other ranking Congressional lawmakers on both sides of the aisle with the Russian Ambassador. Trump was making all of the correct people act like a schoolgirl who just had a tarantula crawl up her sleeve, and, for a time, it was quite a show.

However, it became clear that his appointments were becoming more and more disturbing and discordant. His administration was becoming filled with old Obama appointees, people who served with or who were tied to The Council for Foreign Relations, David Rockefeller’s Tri-lateral Commission, old Bush buddies, and other Globalist shills, war-mongers, and other traitors. His embrace of the ideologically treasonous Paul Ryan and the “Obamacare Light” Ryancare was a sad joke, like entering a stroke victim into a break-dancing contest.

Then came Syria.

This bombing of supposed Syrian chemical weapons storage facilities by the United States was perpetuated under the illusion of a chemical attack ordered by Syrian President Assad against his own people, resulting in the reported deaths of many men, women, and children. However, there are so many problems with this scenario.

Was the gas delivered by bombs? If so, the gas would have been destroyed in the blast. Why were the pictures we were offered showing the rescuers handling the “dead” without any protective gear? Why were the “dead” not shown with any evidence of suffocation or suffering of any kind? Why were they not contorted as they would be if they were struggling against their impending death? Why was there no suffering in their faces? Why was their skin not tinged blue? Why did the “dead” look like they were “actors” told to look dead so that a “false-flag” attack could be sold to the American people and people around the world to justify an attack against a duly elected Syrian President, like the kind of “false-flag” attack that was spelled out in detail by the National Security Agency under President Obama in 2013? Why would Assad attack his own people a little over a week after newly minted Secretary of State Tillerson said that “regime change” was not of interest to the Trump administration, that the destruction of ISIS was, and that the Syrian people should have the final say about their political situation?

I don’t claim to have any answers to these questions. I am not arrogant enough to make predictions. I continue to believe only this: I don’t believe anything the government, or the news media, tells me, because I know it is all a Globalist shell game. Their insulting of my intelligence could not be more offensive if they offered a “Schindler’s List” Easy Bake Oven with every lie they tell.

After this latest action in Syria, all the wrong people seem to be cheering. The Neo-cons on both the right and the left, including war mongers like John McCain, Lindsay Graham, and even Hillary Clinton herself, are cheering this bombing like frat boys stuffing money into the g-string of a former college Homecoming Queen working out on a stripper’s pole. Indeed, the left is split between uncomfortably supporting Trump’s newfound Globalist desires and the Regressive Leftists who still morn for their what-might-have-been world ruled over by their drunken whore of a grandma, Hillary Clinton.

So, too, are the right split between nationalists who decry this obvious military Globalist move of the United States back to its thankless, resource-draining and soul-destroying role as the World’s policeman, and the slobbering, slavish followers of Donald J. Trump who view him as the very Savior that the Regressive Left viewed Obama as being for eight long, excruciating years.

While all of this is going on, the rest of the West is crumbling under the weight of political correctness, Regressive Leftist Victimization, and the embrace of radical Islamist immigration. In this country, as in Europe, the Mainstream Media is fighting back against the Free Speech Alternative Media, largely found on the internet, by forcing the de-monetization of vloggers and news outlets who do not toe the Globalist ideology, and getting governments to pass laws to force internet platforms to define as “fake news” any speech that is not supporting government approved ideologies and talking points.

Fine.

I was hoping, as a person involved in this crap-show as a slightly amused observer, that Trump-the-non-politician might succeed in carving out a period of time where traditional, pro-American, Constitutional thought might flourish for a short while before the inevitable ideological decline brings about another round of societal disarray and confusion. I was hoping we would take a few steps back from the cliff at the edge of historical oblivion, and the color of life would be re-invigorated and shine brightly unlike the washed out and sun bleached color of our lives now, but I don’t believe that is going to happen. Either Trump was fooling everyone and he is just another Globalist stooge, or he was gotten to. Maybe Henry “Even Satan Himself Finds Me Offensive” Kissinger, one of the oldest and most foul Globalist bag-men, with which Trump had a meeting with shortly after the election, made some pop-corn, sat down beside the President-elect, and watched with him the footage of Kennedy’s head exploding in Dallas, then leaning over and whispering in Trump’s ear: “So, do we have an understanding, Mr. President?”

To be sure, you Globalists are going to have the world you want. The Corporatist Fascist elite will get to have the rest of the world’s citizens as slaves, just smart enough to do what must be done for their overlords, but just dumbed down enough not to ask questions. The slaves of the World will be ruled over by corporate politicians, fed bread and circuses to keep their minds occupied, their every thought controlled, to work endlessly until they die for their meager existence or be used as cannon fodder. It will be a literal Hell on Earth, and the people will have pushed for the chains they will be forced to live with like Lemmings jumping off of cliffs with jet engines strapped to their backs.

Not me, however. I stand against everything you Globalists and your Regressive Leftist automatons hold dear. I reject your ideology, I don’t believe your politicians or your news media, I don’t watch your programs or listen to your music. I know too much history, I know too much about human nature. I know too much to buy your lies. I will not be “re-educated”, and I will not allow myself to be transported to your concentration camps.

You are going to have to kill me, and one day soon, I am sure you will. You will get away with everything you want to do, but not because I am not paying attention. When you decide to finally turn the screws for real, come find me. The NSA will be able to tell you exactly where I am. I will be standing on my porch flipping you off with a big grin on my face.

Shoot me on sight, you bastards, because I won’t kneel in front of you and beg for my life. Make sure you do the job right.

I don’t want to limp away from this mess.