Scott Ritter explains how the US has already lost the war and the consequences will be enormous. US allies want nothing to do with Iran–and they are not going to come anywhere near the Strait of Hormuz. Bibi may be in a coma or dead. Israel continues to take out the Iranian leadership, but Iran has successors all the way down. Closing the Strait has moved Europe closer to Russia, where the big winners are going to be Russia, Iran, and China. The big losers? The US and Israel. Joe Ken showed a lot of balls by resigning in protest, which Tulsi ought to have done as well. My confidence in her took a big hit today when she testified tepidly before Congress. Winter Watch featured lots of great reports and stories.
I thought of the song “The Pride Parade” by Don McLean ‧ 1972 during Covid – in reference to all the medical professionals that went along with the scam and poisoning but I think it applies to Zionist and MAGA cults as well. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CuU4cpGPnaw
Lyrics
It started out quite simply, as complex things can do; A set of sad transparencies till no one could see through, But least of all the one inside, behind the iron glass; A prisoner of all your dreams that never come to pass.
Alone you stand, corrupted by the vision that you sought, And blinded by your hunger, all your appetites are bought,
But in spite of what becomes of you, your image will remain; A reminder of your constant loss, a symbol of your gain.
And your friends are together, Where the people are all gathered, All along the road you traveled all your days.
And soon, you have succumbed to what the others all believe, And though the lie affects them still it’s you that they deceive, And all at once you’re lost within the emptiness of you, And there’s no one left who’s near enough to tell you what to do.
You’re left with nothing but your self-potential in the dark, Like tinder resting on a rock, protected from the spark, But your fire just consumes you, you alone can feel the pain, And you stand in all your glory and you know you can’t complain.
But your friends are together, Where the people are all gathered, All along the road you traveled all your days.
But you are surely just as evil as the worst my tongue can tell, For you’ll never face my heaven and I’ll not endure your hell. You have lost the chance to mingle by your constant, quiet lies; Deceptions hidden with your lips, but spoken with your eyes.
For I know you for what you are, not for that’s really all you are. And your talents of a minor order seem to stretch too far. And we both know that this masquerade can’t carry on too long. You’re deep inside the Pride Parade, but where do you belong?
And your friends are together, Where the people are all gathered, All along the road you traveled all your days.