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Very few people see the world as it is. This is because of the brain’s natural instinct to stereotype. When man sees a ‘thing’, they’re tendency will be to compare it mentally to another thing. This allows the brain to expend less energy in the processing of information.

So the brain, as an example, would see an Italian and since it has already formulated an ‘image’ of what an Italian is, will mindlessly attribute this stereotype to that person. The Italian, in his compulsion to establish identity, might take on the stereotype of an Italian.

This stereotyping is a vestige of natural selection. It pervades all thought and action. It is a human error to assume this is either bad or good, when it is, in fact, our nature and it blinds us. To see the world, one must think through this. It is the single biggest challenge in thought.

It is a sad fate that man attributes humans to nation states. It is one of the world’s great evils, because it is the stereotype that justifies war. Even today, with historical perspective and the tools of analysis at our feet, we stumble along in our understanding of the twentieth century’s great wars. We see this person and that person, this nation-state and that as protagonists, when the war was really started and perpetuated by the trading cartels. It was a ‘family fight’, a banking war.

The world is not composed of countries. Countries are like pig pens. They keep pigs from getting loose. But only pigs. The cartels are not pigs. To understand them, one must imagine the geography of the world as a series of overlays, some geological, some linguistic, some trade routes, electricity grids, highway systems, shipping routes, oil and gas pipelines, the list goes on and on ad finitum.

Some of these layers cross over national boundaries’ but are bound by other things. Olive oil was always grown in western Italy even though it’s destination is determined  by the cartels. Wheat is from the northern plains of the US and Canada. The cartels ship it where they can make money. They could care less what country it comes from.

The great wars, like most wars, were fought over the allocation of slave labor. From 1750 to 1865, the cartels used slave labor in North America for cotton and Brazil and the Caribbean for sugar, but after the war, it shifted to indentured Irish and Italian immigrants.  After 1850, it was gold in Peru. During the industrial revolution it was England and after that, Germany. After that, is was Poles and Jews in Poland, and ethnic Russians in Russia.

In each case, the nation state was used as the basis for the labor camps, building and maintaining the camps, doling out justice, building the infrastructure and maintaining order. They used their navies to project their power and police their trade routes as well as to force their ‘trading partners’ to deal with them.

They’ve done this in the light of day, not ever trying to hide either their intentions or their schemes, but few see it. In fact, with the advent of psychology and the understanding of the subconscious biological drivers of ‘free will’, the gap between those who understand and those who blindly walk into servitude is growing wider. One is struck with the simple question? Is educating the population of this evil even possible?

The short answer is no. There are several reasons for this. First, through the “charity” system, universities are actually subsidiaries of the cartels. The cartels effectively own them. Second, the very nature of stereotyping means no one will believe the ‘minority view’. By definition, the ‘minority view’ HAS to be considered wrong. If it was right, ‘everyone’ would already believe it.

Yet God has created this world as an endless struggle between forces, good and evil being a matter of perspective. In this battle, eventually, even the cartels will suffer losses. They have in the past and they will, God willing, in the future. In this struggle I can only do one thing. Create chaos. Create discord. Upset the apple cart. Insure that their successes are hard fought.

And to do this, I am forced to enlist, quite unwittingly, a 10 year old boy, my own grandson, Paul Trifthauser as the Guinea pig. May god spare me the hottest of his furnaces in Hell.

 

Joseph Gerhold Wendel Schneider

Amherst, NY 1975.

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