John Kaminski American Writer and Critic

John Kaminski
American Writer and Critic

  • 9/11 Legacy False Flag Terror

    9/11 Legacy False Flag Terror

    A series of Kaminski essays about 9/11 - what really took place and why. Read More
  • Holocausting Humanity

    Holocausting Humanity

    The Truth behind the Holocaust and why Germany was destroyed in World War II. Read More
  • Ideas that Never Die

    Ideas that Never Die

    Kaminski explores the history of the destruction of society through a series of essays. Read More
  • When We Lie to Ourselves

    When We Lie to Ourselves

    We’re all trapped in a complex web of mistranslated myth. Read More
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a landscape of our future

caused by local rapid variations in the refractive index
of the medium through which the light is traveling

a distant star on the horizon at sunset, gleaming
and glittering all the colors of the rainbow

fragmentation of desire

Look back, see the future and try not to cry

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Sweet Jesus! It’s not a pretty picture, past or future, desolation in both directions, paradise turned to landfill. Either way it’s lost boys dodging their own nightmares, and conspicuously failing to do so, resulting in hard times and unjust death for everyone.

Slaughters of the past seem to dominate expectations for our future as the powerful practice their manipulation of the weak. There is every reason to expect the future will be exactly the same as our pockmarked past: upheavals and catastrophes perpetually triggered by profiteers.

The cantankerous Greek philosopher Diogenes sat outside in the town square for most of his life hoping to meet a real human of truth and valor.

He modeled himself on the example of Heracles, believing that virtue was better revealed in action than in theory.

Diogenes was found dead of starvation, covered with dirt and brambles, without a single friend.

The minute you try to describe the devil by its rightful name, people you never knew existed start trying to turn out your lights, stifle what you say and think, and remind you that you must believe what they do . . . or perish.

Ever since the doctors decided they could kill you without your knowing, you will notice that the unexplained death toll is way up. Perhaps you watch your friends disappear like some expired can of soup held in a cupboard for too many years. Sort of like your promise to right what’s wrong in the world, well past its expiration date, as is mine.

They made a big deal out of the Magna Carta, told us it gave us our rights. The king signed it at the point of a sword. They would have slit his throat had he not.

They tried to put the Constitution to a vote in Rhode Island where it was roundly defeated 200-27 so they decided to pass it in a Constitutional Convention instead, thus forever concealing the fact that nobody really wanted it.

Nietzsche’s inversion of values have come alive. Evil is good. War is peace. Man is a frightened animal who must lie in order to live.

Rest assured. The good guys never win.

Knowing what we know now, who will stand firm and object to the extermination of the human soul? We who have lost a thousand battles, witnessed every scam known to man, and fully fathomed the monstrous contortions of the power elite, we have no doubt of who were are and why we win no matter how many frightened goyim are turned into robots by those pseudo patriots who think humans are meant to be sold, rather than respected. We can win if we want to. If we want to.

But we’re up against those who will not be convinced, who have wearied of the strife and never achieving anything in the way of individual freedom and righteous justice, especially for all those fake leaders who took advantage of all of us, ultimately tricking us into destroying ourselves.

Do you ever recall a truly noble leader, a true human being solely devoted to the welfare of life and freedom for the people to prosper, raise families and love each other. In all human history, there has been only one. Yes, the one crushed by the warped outlaws we are afraid to name, because they control us still.

“What’s the point of protest?” you clamored. “They always win in the end.”

Most were afraid to answer. They hung their heads in silence as they realized the good things we have lost were taken by the way we live our lives. How were we to know that the bankers had festooned their financial spider web into a worldwide crime network that eventually subsumed control of worldwide commerce and now determined how everyone is going to live in their world.

Most of the good things in our lives have been generated by love and trust, two qualities that remain conspicuously absent from our dialogue today.

These things don’t figure in our bottom line, and because of that very missing ingredient, the world is disintegrating right before our eyes.

By the way we think and act, we are no longer people. We have been shaped into cardboard caricatures of ourselves by the constant barrage of sorry salesmen selling poison products, by teachers preaching political perversion, and parents saying to their children, “I don’t have time to think about that so figure it out for yourself.”

We are glowing glints on a thunderhead in the distant sky of a growing storm on the horizon that creeps closer to us.

What we wanted has become what we are allowed to have, and the distance to our destiny has been greatly increased by our unwillingness to stand up for what is right in face of a world that has been paid to believe the lies and does so happily.

Our frightened tomorrow will never be the same, and neither will we.

Scintillation is a phenomenon you see at sunset (in my neighborhood it’s the star Canopus), a tiny fireworks display twinkling wildly as it sinks below the horizon. It is a majestic celestial scene emblematic of the human race, about to be demoted from independent contractors in a bountiful universe to video-hosted images in a loveless machine.


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John Kaminski is a writer who lives on the Gulf Coast of Florida, constantly trying to figure out why we are destroying ourselves, and pinpointing a corrupt belief system as the engine of our demise. Solely dependent on contributions from readers, please support his work by mail:
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