The Sleeping Giant has awakened again; this time to look at itself in the mirror to see its conscience staring back.
America the Great was all set to assault with definition one final time the Water Protector Prayer Camp at Standing Rock with their December 5th eviction notice until they realized that 1500 shades of military veteran PTSD would be showing up the weekend just prior. They weren’t afraid to forcibly throttle American citizens when they appeared to be peacefully singing “I don’t play by the rules of the game” while strumming a little ukulele. But when those soldiers, who might otherwise relieve the economic weight on military pensions by committing suicide, started showing up to the game in significant numbers the Nation had a little rethink.
These were veterans, who, despite differing fields of military service, know each other’s war experience more deeply and profoundly than any civilian ever could and with a brotherly cohesion that would vastly outclass what little adherence was left in their corporate military assailants. Those uniformed men mercilessly attacking Native Americans and the many Constitutional Amendments that they represented.
The vicious, mendacious Morton County Sheriff’s Department started sputtering about how the razor wire was a “Safety Precaution” and how it was the despicable Water Protectors, and not them, who would trigger the veteran PTSD.
Make no mistake, if all the veterans were elderly, the military oil industrial complex would likely have mowed over them as if they were worthless Indians. With seven illegal wars currently waging in the Middle East, for the purpose of verifying that the world’s oil belongs to America, even young active duty members of the military were showing up to face off with Corporate Oil’s National Guard, the Corps of Engineers and their vastly outclassed police and private associates.
THEY FINALLY HAD A CAUSE TO FIGHT FOR THAT WAS JUST AND HONORABLE AGAIN.
One report stated that there were 12000 Vets confirmed in attendance at Standing Rock and more arriving by convoy.
The vets were reportedly constructing winter barracks, they removed the razor wire and recovered some canoes that had been confiscated. They were coming to serve as a human shields in peace but with an obvious decided “We’re not gonna take any of your sh*t” attitude.
Some couldn’t help observing that the distant crude fields at the source were highly explosive and that the confrontation could be abruptly and decisively ended much in the same manner as WWII was won.
With the prayerful battle of Standing Rock now won the question is “What happens now?” The vets have looked into each other’s hearts and minds and realized that they are, once again, a force to be reckoned with, and, unlike their blood-for-oil counterparts, a force with far greater love rekindled in their hearts.
Each country has a collective consciousness and many nations have karmic hell to pay [like a Brexit boomerang upon economic Imperialists]. Does this newborn veteran activism awareness have a similar collective consciousness? Will it now look around and speculate “What else around here, in the Corporate States of America, has gone horribly unjustly wrong?”
A hair-trigger away from becoming an oppositional variant of the oil mongering evil that helped create them, their hearts and minds, despite their conditioned response to kill, must now somehow consciously stay on the peaceful side of the ledger. In order to be better than their corporate money corrupted government they must add to their credos, such as ‘Semper Fi’ (Always Faithful), Universal Laws such as ‘We Are One” and “Love Is Law”.
America’s founding fathers were wise enough to ensure that the only thing to which military officers swear an oath is the U.S. Constitution. Somehow they foresaw possibilities, so heinous, so horribly corrupt, in the possible future as the government dropping buildings on its own populace in order to justify war for oil.
Will veterans, and active duty soldiers, continue to do what’s right on home soil?
Time will tell.
The Sound of Silence
Art Garfunkel once summed up the song’s meaning as “The inability of people to communicate with each other, not particularly internationally but especially emotionally, so what you see around you are people unable to love each other.”