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This is a Guest post by Johnny U. with much thanks. Please take the time to read.

Bastard. This journalist is the spineless little tyrant who knows he will lose a fair fight of facts, so resorts to ambush. It’s like a buried roadside bomb, but not improvised. It is a calculated linguistic ambush.

This reminds me of another ambush.

In autumn, 1972 I was nine. So was my autumn heart. I’d come a little late to the game but finally I told my mother I wanted to play. My buddies had been into organized ice hockey for a couple of years already. Hockey was our oxygen back then as young boys, before this Dystopia came along.

I say Dystopia because back in 1972 it was called Canada. That was my home. Dystopia is the sarcastic name I give to where I now live. I never got to say good-bye to the country of my birth because I didn’t know I was leaving, or that it was leaving me. None of us did. This post-national, postmodern, allegedly amorphous, borderless non-entity in which I now reside emigrated from abroad and has been taking over ever since. It came by way of international communism, also known as globalism. It sculpts a weaponized narrative using clever language disguised as altruism. Our Dear Leader tells us it is part of a glorious global identity helping to save Mother Earth. It fools the common man by dictating false virtue This false virtue dresses up as truth using Hegelian dialectic mascara. This make-up is so you drop your guard. It looks pretty only to the soft-headed, or unwitting. Here in Dystopia all this really accelerated after debt restraints were removed from the U.S. dollar August 15, 1971. Fiat paved the way. But I digress.

Just listen as this neoMarxist forces his unwitting prey to disprove vague negatives of Hitlerian juxtaposition. The language battle space. Unless the target is ready and moving fast he’s sunk.

This language weapon seizes territory by negating, or cancelling out the common man’s common sense belief, bit by bit, until his original belief is doubted or utterly lost in the gunsmoke of wordplay, and time. This is how two-plus-two comes to be five. This is how the word “gay”, once meaning happy for example, lost its way. It is why this agent trots Mr. Hocke’s words onto the field of the Nazi verboten. Mission accomplished. Or like when Dr. Jordan Peterson was ambushed on the CBC by Wendy Mesley. Simple juxtaposition is enough. It doesn’t even have to be clever once the basic association is made.

So effective is this language machinery that the unwitting go to great lengths to project false virtues (now propaganda) upon each other. Lofty words can sanctify some absurd ideas. Dangerous ideas. One example is of the Dystopian high school teacher telling his students every morning that the school sits on land stolen from indigenous peoples. Such high-mindedness has yet to see a teacher quit in conscientious objection. Fat pay cheques do wonders. Chaos is the vector. Revolution is the target.

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