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After responding to the e-mail (forums are much better for communicating ideas to any number of people having a common interest) after responding to the e-mail I checked to see if the Fascism forum works for me today.
It does not.
http://www.freedomtofascism.com/cms/index.php?option=com_joomlaboard&Itemid=16
One way communication is dictation. One can copy and paste. Even if the only barrier that blocks feedback is a barrier inside the space between the ears, even then, the mind will only know what it selects to know.
Imagine this:
On the ground is a severed arm with blood splatter marking a direction from which the arm came and in that direction is a screaming individual yelling "HELP".
Rushing over to the source of the noise one finds oneself. One might think: This is a terrible dream.
Well the dream is so very real that one doesn't stop to pinch oneself, rather, the dreamer looks down at the screaming self and concludes that the self is very tired as one arm is used to compress and slow down the loss of blood coming out of the stump that used to be the other arm.
The fix seems obvious enough. The self should help compress the wound and call for more help since the problem of blood loss requires more than a simple cure. Despite the obvious fix and much to the surprise of the dreamer; a different cure is prescribed and then executed.
The two armed self says to the one armed self: I've got the fix for you and here it comes. An axe falls severing the other arm and the fixer throws that arm in a random direction as far as his arm can handle.
Now the situation becomes desperate. The two armed self must use both hands to compress both wounds. Both cry for help and the new self arrives with a chain saw.
Above is a description of falsehood; to the victim. It is an ignorance of ignorance and worse. Not only does one not know that one is ignorant; like having an unknown wound that kills oneself slowly. Not only that; but one is apt to use ignorance to help others; like prescribing a deadly virus to cure a simple physical wound.
The cure for our wound is conscience. It has been and always will be and once that cure is more commonly understood, on that new day, our problems will be solved; one at a time. Meanwhile and during that process the lies continue to come from somewhere and those deadly microbes reproduce at an alarming rate; destroying conscience along the way like a chain saw in the hands of a madman from Texas.
I think it is time to wake up too.