Memorial Day should be celebrated by telling the truth!

Every year we supposedly honor the men who serve(d) in the military on the last Monday of May. Each year lies are intentionally dispensed in the media and in communities across the country. This propaganda madness has to stop!  We owe the truth to all who have paid the price of the bankster’s wars in pain, suffering and even death. And, we also owe it to all of the young men who foolishly enlist thinking they will be “serving their country”!

The military (war) machine was brilliantly exposed by Smedley Butler in his book War is a Racket. Here is Butler’s book in its audio version:

Please share this audio book. The truth about the US military and those it entraps needs to become common knowledge, as the war racket that Butler described is still ongoing and much more destructive. See the following article:

America Loves Peace? Odd, Since We’re Always at War

We’ve been in conflict for about half the period between World War II and the present

By David Michael Green, AlterNet
February 27, 2008

Excerpt:
Since World War II, the United States has messed around, in ways big and small, in Korea, Vietnam, Laos, Cambodia, Cuba, the Dominican Republic, Afghanistan, Nicaragua, Guatemala, El Salvador, Lebanon, Grenada, Iraq, Panama, Colombia, Somalia, Bosnia, Kosovo, Haiti, Afghanistan again, and Iraq again. No country in the world can begin to match this record in the last half-century. And I’m not even listing here the covert operations (almost everywhere), including the ones that toppled democratically elected governments (Iran, Guatemala, Chile, etc.), the long-term occupations of Latin American countries by the U.S. military, the gunboat diplomacy of the American Navy around the world, the aiding and abetting of other killers (Saddam invading Iran, for example, apartheid South Africa or the Israeli occupation of Palestine), the militarization of the oceans and of space, or the myriad other ways in which the United States leads the planet in aggressive tendencies.

“Kill anything that moves”

. . . WAS ACTUALLY AN OFFICIAL ORDER BY U.S. MILITARY OFFICERS TO THEIR TROOPS!

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Researcher author Nick Turse explains how the US military forces our sons into murdering innocent men, women and children. All too often the PTSD they suffer when they arrive home is coming from the conflicts they suffer AFTER they themselves have committed unimaginable atrocities against civilian (and even animal) populations. We all need to understand what happens to our good men (or women) who enlist in the U.S. military!

And, the VA psychiatrists add insult to injury by forcing really dangerous psychotropic drugs onto these spiritually injured men in an effort to keep them quiet and dysfunctional so they don’t make public the crimes they have been ordered to commit, like the Iraqi Veterans Against the War did at the Winter Soldier conference in 2008. See:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YmvuYTH5nU0

And who is behind this tragedy being committed on and by our military forces: The MoneyMonsters, aka the central banksters that fund and profit from all war. Michael Rivero did an outstanding presentation explaining how it all works. His article is the basis for the following video:

To quote Rivero from his amazing article:

As long as Private Central Banks are allowed to exist, inevitably as the night follows day there will be poverty, hopelessness, and millions of deaths in endless World Wars, until the Earth itself is sacrificed in flames to Mammon.

The path to true peace on Earth lies in the abolishment of all private central banking everywhere, and a return to the state-issued value-based currencies that allow nations and people to become prosperous.

The system the MoneyMonsters created is even more insidious than Michael Rivero has revealed. They have stealthily tied together: corporate government, private scrip, and their very own B.A.R. version of a commercial legal system that is inflicted on the unsuspecting population . . .  every day.  See: The Real Law of the Land in America

 

All Wars are Bankers Wars – and More

Michael Rivero of WhatReallyHappened.com wrote an excellent piece, All Wars are Bankers Wars, about the banksters and war.  Michael demonstrates that wars are not started because leaders cannot get along or have out of control expansionist desires . . .

Michael Rivero’s All Wars are Banker’s Wars:

 

John Truman Wolfe, author of Crisis by Design, explains why Central Bankers are nothing more than thugs:

 

Andrew Carrington Hitchcock, author of The Synagogue of Satin,  explains what happens when Central Bankers take over a country’s monetary system:

 

These three videos should make it easy to understand the tragedy that has befallen the American people since 1913 when the Rothschild central bankster’s creation, the Federal Reserve, was given control of our monetary system!

From the Federal Reserve’s website:
“The entry of the United States into World War I . . . added to the responsibilities of the young Federal Reserve Bank. It helped finance US military expenditures by becoming the fiscal agent of the federal government.”

War is a racket for the benefit of the banking and oil cartels

AT THE EXPENSE OF EVERYONE ELSE!

“It is the only one in which the profits are reckoned in dollars and the losses in lives.”

Major General Smedley Darlington Butler, one of the most colorful officers in the Marine Corps’ long history, was one of the two Marines who received two Medals of Honor for separate acts of outstanding heroism. General Butler was still in his teens when, on 20 May 1898, he was appointed a second lieutenant in the Marine Corps during the Spanish-American War. In the early part of the last century General Butler led assault troops in Nicaragua, Dominican Republic, Mexico and Haiti. He was a regimental commander in France during World War I and later served in China. On 1 October 1931, he was retired upon his own application after completion of 33 years’ service in the Marine Corps. Major General Butler died at the Naval Hospital, Philadelphia, on 21 June 1940, following a four-week illness.

“I spent 33 years and 4 months in active service as a member of our country’s most agile military force–the Marine Corps. I served in all commissioned ranks from second lieutenant to Major General. And during that period I spent most of my time being a high-class muscle man for Big Business, for Wall Street and for the bankers. In short, I was a racketeer for capitalism. I suspected I was part of a racket all the time. Now I am sure of it. Like all members of the military profession I never had an original thought until I left the service.”
Smedley D. Butler (1881-1940)

After his retirement General Butler wrote a book WAR IS A RACKET, which begins as follows:

WAR is a racket. It always has been. It is possibly the oldest, easily the most profitable, surely the most vicious. It is the only one international in scope. It is the only one in which the profits are reckoned in dollars and the losses in lives. A racket is best described, I believe, as something that is not what it seems to the majority of the people. Only a small “inside” group knows what it is about. It is conducted for the benefit of the very few, at the expense of the very many. Out of war a few people make huge fortunes.

The War Prayer by Mark Twain

THIS BRILLIANT SHORT STORY WAS WRITTEN IN 1904-1905, BUT WAS NOT PUBLISHED UNTIL AFTER MARK TWAIN’S DEATH.

In the following piece Mark Twain exposes the hypocrisy that is “religion” and the brutality known as “war”. This story is as apropos today as it was over 100 years ago.

“Is it one prayer? No, it is two — one uttered, the other not.”

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It was a time of great and exalting excitement. The country was up in arms, the war was on, in every breast burned the holy fire of patriotism; the drums were beating, the bands playing, the toy pistols popping, the bunched firecrackers hissing and spluttering; on every hand and far down the receding and fading spread of roofs and balconies a fluttering wilderness of flags flashed in the sun; daily the young volunteers marched down the wide avenue gay and fine in their new uniforms, the proud fathers and mothers and sisters and sweethearts cheering them with voices choked with happy emotion as they swung by; nightly the packed mass meetings listened, panting, to patriot oratory which stirred the deepest deeps of their hearts, and which they interrupted at briefest intervals with cyclones of applause, the tears running down their cheeks the while; in the churches the pastors preached devotion to flag and country, and invoked the God of Battles beseeching His aid in our good cause in outpourings of fervid eloquence which moved every listener. It was indeed a glad and gracious time, and the half dozen rash spirits that ventured to disapprove of the war and cast a doubt upon its righteousness straightway got such a stern and angry warning that for their personal safety’s sake they quickly shrank out of sight and offended no more in that way.

Sunday morning came — next day the battalions would leave for the front; the church was filled; the volunteers were there, their young faces alight with martial dreams — visions of the stern advance, the gathering momentum, the rushing charge, the flashing sabers, the flight of the foe, the tumult, the enveloping smoke, the fierce pursuit, the surrender! Then home from the war, bronzed heroes, welcomed, adored, submerged in golden seas of glory! With the volunteers sat their dear ones, proud, happy, and envied by the neighbors and friends who had no sons and brothers to send forth to the field of honor, there to win for the flag, or, failing, die the noblest of noble deaths. The service proceeded; a war chapter from the Old Testament was read; the first prayer was said; it was followed by an organ burst that shook the building, and with one impulse the house rose, with glowing eyes and beating hearts, and poured out that tremendous invocation

*God the all-terrible! Thou who ordainest! Thunder thy clarion and lightning thy sword!*

Then came the “long” prayer. None could remember the like of it for passionate pleading and moving and beautiful language. The burden of its supplication was, that an ever-merciful and benignant Father of us all would watch over our noble young soldiers, and aid, comfort, and encourage them in their patriotic work; bless them, shield them in the day of battle and the hour of peril, bear them in His mighty hand, make them strong and confident, invincible in the bloody onset; help them to crush the foe, grant to them and to their flag and country imperishable honor and glory —

An aged stranger entered and moved with slow and noiseless step up the main aisle, his eyes fixed upon the minister, his long body clothed in a robe that reached to his feet, his head bare, his white hair descending in a frothy cataract to his shoulders, his seamy face unnaturally pale, pale even to ghastliness. With all eyes