... a frilly cake and a dress with candles ...

I was weeding yesterday. Although the ice in the bird feeder never melted, the sky was blue and the wind ceased. Not only did the Splendid Parrot swoop in for a feed and delight me with its unafraid acceptance of my presence but the neighbour’s three chickens materialised like voodoo ninjas and scratched contentedly as they circled around me. All the while, I’m listening to the non commercial radio and an interesting talk by an author spruiking his latest book which debunks conspiracy theorists. It wasn’t interesting because of what he said but rather the self satisfied manner in which he delivered his thoughts. Do I think Marilyn Monroe was killed because ‘she knew too much’, via John F. Kennedy, about UFOs? No. Do I think J.F.K. was killed by a lone gunman? No. Was there a conspiracy in respect to JFK ? Of course. Proved beyond a shadow of a doubt....... but it all happened ‘a long time ago’ and doesn’t make the news. Did the American Government know in advance that the ship, the Lusitania would be sunk in 1915 and thus give a strong pretext for entering a war that the U.S. public were not interested in ? Yes. Was this a conspiracy? If the deliberate manipulation of events resulted in the desired outcome - then yes. Prescott Bush - George’s grandfather and an integral part of the banking elite - financed the Germans..... The point being, that there are conspiracies and then there are conspiracies. To dismiss the very idea that we are being manipulated or that the power elite have regard for the fate of you or I is to acquiesce to a blind acceptance of authority....... everybody is nice and decent. ‘A frilly cake and a dress with candles’ gets a message across. It’s back to front, mixed up and garbled but somehow we get the gist of it. It’s the broad brush debunking of dissent or serious questioning which gives rise to ‘believers’ and ‘adherents’ being used as descriptive terms..... and...... “there’s a lot of money in it - mate!” Time’s up and off to work..... the second day in two weeks in which I feel almost human. Yippee ... it was just 'the flu'
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