The picture with this blog is complicated. You have to make your mind work to understand it. But it is easy to understand the last line. If you ignore the treason and treachery of Tweety Twump and his gang of sycophant criminals, you might be the only one left when they come for you . . .
YOu live in a country led by a liar and a gang of liars working for him. The adventure in Yemen was a mistake on Tweety Twump, but who will Tweety blame? He will not be to blame in his version of the story.
Maybe Jared Kushner will get the blame as the news suggests he was involved in the decision to carry out this mission. What? Why was Jared even read in on this mission? WTF folks! Jared is not LEGALLY employed by the US government AND, per the rules of handling classified information, what was his "need to know?"
Was it Steve Bannon that advised Tweety Twump to proceed to Yemen to collect information? this? Maybe Steve will get Tweety's blame?
Why are there no Republican's outcry of this failed mission?
Back to "1984" and George Orwell, and kiss the truth good-bye.
"Donald Trump Through a Loudspeaker, Darkly"
By Jiayang Fan, 2 Feb 2017
"f you were a child growing up in China in the late nineteen-eighties, you learned fairly early the universe of things that were less than dependable: hot water, the bus schedule, and, most irritatingly—if you were an introverted second grader—the capricious offerings of the itinerant book cart. But one aspect of our lives, from birth until, it seemed to me, death, remained as constant as the sunrise. This was the voice of the loudspeaker broadcasts in our Army hospital compound (my mother was a military doctor), which woke me every morning before I could witness the dawn, accompanying me through all three meals and, as I brushed my teeth for bed, sometimes long after dusk.
The first time I read “1984,” George Orwell’s classic dystopia, I was an eleventh grader in America, and its portrayal of a world rife with loudspeaker announcements and an omnipotent Party did not strike me as related to the world we had left behind when I was eight years old. Winston Smith, the protagonist of “1984,” is confined in an authoritarian prison, deprived of the most fundamental freedoms and inculcated with Newspeak. In my early childhood, at least as I remembered it, everyone I knew lived ordinary, unmolested lives."
"In recent days, as Trump and his cohorts have peddled blatant falsehoods—that his Inauguration attracted the largest crowd in history, or that he lost the popular vote owing to millions of votes by illegal aliens—I have wondered about the extent to which minds can be controlled, or, rather, commandeered, by the relentless deluge of misinformation."
What to believe and how to trust will be serious questions in 2, 3, 4, or 8 years given Tweety Twump's coining the term "alternative facts," and his advisors use of fake news, lies, conspiracies, and misdirection.
"The muddling of fact and fiction is a tried-and-true tactic of totalitarian regimes. What’s more, when the two are confused for long enough, or when an indefatigable war on truth has been waged for a year, or two years, or perhaps eight, it will likely be harder and more tiresome to untangle them and remember a time when a firm line was drawn between the true and the false as a matter of course. If amnesia breeds normalization, fatigue has always served as the authoritarian’s great accomplice."
China handles truth as Tweety Twump handles truth, in a managed format.
"In the next four to eight years, American children will be born in a country led by a vainglorious man who wishes to fit facts—and their future—into the convenient shape of his ego. But democracy, freedom of expression, and, above all, the right to truth are not antiquated pieties. They belong to citizens who can still make their voices heard, before resignation metastasizes into complacency, exhaustion into self-doubt. The struggle will be to maintain openness and tolerance as the norm, the values that our children absorb into their identities naturally—to be defended rather than be defensive about.
On the day that Donald Trump was inaugurated, I received a message from a man who had previously disparaged my work on social media: “Welcome to your destiny.” I imagined him smirking as he typed those words and I wanted to tell him that he got it backward, that I already know what it is like to live in a world with an omnipotent leader and a renovated reality. I have known loudspeakers, their mass persuasions, emotional arousals, and booming, relentless broadcasts. And I know that they are not my destiny, because I won’t let them be."
