Ukraine, Iraq, Afghanistan - they are all phony, illegal and manufactured conflicts that result from covert operations and are then in turn resolved by official force of arms - because history proves that wars work so well and the destruction and death are in the interest of the people. Thereby, the media is the instrument to elicit certain reactions through framing, in order to further [supranational] agendas. Violent conflicts, like almost everything in the world, are marketed to be sold to the public. A product that no one really needs, but that must be sold at all costs (order out of chaos). Fires are swelling all over the world that can be fanned at any time for this very purpose. Marketing: democracy, freedom, values, blah blah blah. Actual product: death, destruction, hostility They talk peace, but forge swords Solving conflicts by force of arms makes no sense. If you or I did it because we had a dispute with our neighbor, we would be arrested, but when nation-states do it, curiously enough, it seems reasonable and appropriate for everyone. War is young men dying and old men talking "The causes of war are always falsely represented; its honour is dishonest and its glory meretricious, but the challenge to spiritual endurance, the intense sharpening of all the senses, the vitalising consciousness of common peril for a common end, remain to allure those boys and girls who have just reached the age when love and friendship and adventure call more persistently than at any later time. The glamour may be the mere delirium of fever, which as soon as war is over dies out and shows itself for the will-o'-the-wisp that it is, but while it lasts no emotion known to man seems as yet to have quite the compelling power of this enlarged vitality." [Vera Brittain, "Testament of Youth"] Mass Media Q & A - Questions For Corbett https://www.corbettreport.com/

DER PANTHER Im Jardin des Plantes, Paris Sein Blick ist vom Vorübergehn der Stäbe so müd geworden, daß er nichts mehr hält. Ihm ist, als ob es tausend Stäbe gäbe und hinter tausend Stäben keine Welt. Der weiche Gang geschmeidig starker Schritte, der sich im allerkleinsten Kreise dreht, ist wie ein Tanz von Kraft um eine Mitte, in der betäubt ein großer Wille steht. Nur manchmal schiebt der Vorhang der Pupille sich lautlos auf –. Dann geht ein Bild hinein, geht durch der Glieder angespannte Stille – und hört im Herzen auf zu sein.