As we speak atrocities beyond comprehension are occurring in Gaza, the Zionist War Machine has unleashed a mandate of utter annihilation upon the people of Palestine.
Yesterday they dropped missiles upon the few aide workers left in Gaza and thus all but completely isolating the Palestinian people from the rest of the world.
Journalists are prohibited, humanitarian assistance is stifled, and those who happen to remain and speak out are assassinated in their own homes along with their misfortunate families and loved ones.
A distance of over three thousand miles separates us from Gaza and its people, yet even from this distance the echo of their suffering is deafening. The ground sinks with the weight of their grief, the water we drink is salty with their tears, the calamity that is inflicted upon them rips through the fabric of our realities.
As tanks roll over the small brittle bones of the children, hateful politicians play dice at the feet of the few innocents that remain, shuffling back and forth; Isrealis ordering them to go North, then South, bombing them either way they flee.
The world has gone mad, absolutely mad. A few days ago Zionists bombed the Iranian consulate in Damascus, what some claim to be Israel's effort at instigating WWW III.
Ironically none of the above are what occupies me the most. The event that shook me the most occurred only a couple of hours ago, with a publication in the +972 magazine entitled “’Lavender’: The AI machine directing Israel’s bombing spree in Gaza”.
In a nutshell, drones being dispensed from the skies equipped with AI programmed to eliminate people of interest, and also slaughter those close to thesm, in order that this barbaric butchering become a lesson and an example of what is potentially possible. The message does not only involve the Gazan people, it resonates around the world.
The dawn of AI in the use of warfare is so frighteningly barbaric and soulless, it boarders of the edge of insanity. Is this finally the manifestation of all our hate and bile in the form of the consequence of our collective actions? Replete with machines that will slaughter us in our sleep?
Sure, there might be token humans, with morals and values, scattered here and there, but most of us are corrupt and vile, our iniquities etched out in gore and blood, spun into the fabric of space and time through conquests and bloodshed.
Those that rule us, the social engineers along with the plutocrats and kleptocrats that pay them, have determined our kind, the poor, are better off as fodder and chattel.
We pay taxes since the moment we are conceived; we continue like this until our demise. Our youth and vitality are hijacked, our children sent off at an early age to learn how to be slaves, our lives are diminished to repetitive menial jobs and unfulfilling existences. The rich and powerful harvest our entire beings; body, spirit and soul, then turn all our blood, sweat and tears into bullets and drones that kill infants as they sleep. They claim to do this in our name.
This is not another angry post concocted by some hormonal middle-aged woman, this is an actual ‘What The Fuck People?’ in the face of the entire World.
My entire being resonates with actual disgust and fear at the events destined to transpire next. Perhaps people are as dumb as they seem, ignoring the fact that Palestine has become the sacrificial lamb in the genesis of a new reality, one that will witness the transition of our freedoms into a nightmare of corporal enslavement and capital bondage.
As disparities continue to arise between rich and poor, as more and more people become destitute, how long will it be before attempts at a revolution arise and drones come for us?
Not long. That’s the real answer.
I contemplate all the beautiful people I have ever met, all the artists, all the musicians, all those that made life worth living and experiencing. These people don’t deserve such a fate, neither do the people of Gaza.
I Damn Those that dared defile us, that dared take what was pulchritudinous and honourable, full of enormous potential and creative force, and turn it into a chard lump of flesh and metal. I Damn Their Children and Their Grandchildren, Damned be their homes and monies too, along with those that serve the twisted ideal that others are somehow not human, not worthy of life.
Damning however will not be enough to stop the deluge of darkness that rises in the Corridors of Power; already the nebulous Beast of the Apocalypse stirs in the minds of the Ignorant, and the Serpents of Deception and Lies wrap around our ankles and throats.
