Act One:
It's that time of year
when we honour and remember the bravery, courage and sacrifice that our boys
(and girls) gave to defend the British people's right to determine their own
destiny, free from the rule of external ideological threats to our way of life,
and that we celebrate this coming Armistice day to remind us of the horrors of
WWI trench warfare and mechanized killing through tanks.
The carnage and bloodshed
of the Great War were perfectly choreographed to end at precisely 11:11 on the
11th day of the 11th month. This is a wink by the scriptwriters who celebrated
their victory by locking the Allies into the next world war, through the Treaty
of Versailles.
Act Two:
The second act can usually
be darkest and so after a phoney start, Allied forces (minus the Yanks) found
themselves staring into the abyss of defeat, with the Axis Powers surrounding
us at Dunkirk. A retreat was the only option. The show was nearly over, but the
super weirdo Adolf Hitler, sensing a premature ending, allowed us to slip
through his fingers and instructed his Panzer divisions to pause for
some German sausage and beer instead. Fortunately, Churchill and FDR had a
cunning plan. The people of the U.S. had no desire to get involved and so a New
Pearl Harbour was guaranteed to secure the consent of the Americans. Oh wait a
minute, a New Pearl Harbour was how the Neocons kicked off the 9/11 drama 57
years later. What I meant to say was the old Pearl Harbour happened as Japan
had no oil and just like Iraq, Afghanistan, Libya, Syria the best way to start
a war is to choke a country economically, then kick their ass, and when they
surrender, drop a nuke for a curtain call.
Act Three:
After the war, at our
world-famous Southampton University, Dr Anthony Sutton earned his D.Sc
(Doctorate of Science) in recognition of his research and a proven record of
internationally recognised scholarship. By 1957 he had been snapped up by The
Hoover Institution at Stanford University, a public policy think tank promoting
the principles of individual, economic, and political freedom.
With his planet-sized
brain, Tony (as he preferred to be called) devoured his way through many of the
nearly one million volumes and more than six thousand archival collections from
171 countries dedicated to documenting war, revolution, and peace in the
twentieth and twenty-first centuries.
Just one problem.
He found out through his
exhaustive research who those 11:11 jokers are *winky*, and he didn't think it
was funny. He discovered that the US was transferring its manufacturing technology to the
USSR at the height of the Cold War and that US Infantry, Cavalry and Marines
fighting the Viet Cong and dying in the tropical rice paddies of Vietnam, were
facing the same Ford trucks they knew inside out from back home.
The Hoover Institution
called a meeting and Tony's bosses said "now look Anthony, you've become
a naturalised American, you have a top job at one of the most prestigious think
tanks in the world and we need you to pull back on your research focus. Why
don't you head a new department, dedicated to anything you like but not
technology transfer to our enemies?
Maybe it's a Southampton
thing but he told them to go fuck themselves, and he set up shop on his own.
His later work is even more gobsmacking, but don't take my word for it.
Make your own mind up if you've got an attention span longer than a poppy pin.
Make your own mind up if you've got an attention span longer than a poppy pin.
His interviews are quicker
than reading his books. How can you "Never Forget" if you don't
remember in the first place?
Tell me. Do you really
support the troops?
