Prime's Worm Hole : The World Held Hostage

Sunday, December 05, 2010

The World Held Hostage

Some might say that it is impossible to hold the world hostage. short of some science fiction script where aliens invade and overtake our minds. But that is precisely what is presently happening, according to news reports released this morning. The world is being held hostage.

And the most intriguing part of this news? One man, Julian Assange, is in the midst of accomplishing something that here to fore has never even been attempted. The blackmailing of the world.

WikiLeaks Ready to Release Giant 'Insurance' File if Shut Down

Julian Assange, the WikiLeaks founder, has circulated across the internet an encrypted “poison pill” cache of uncensored documents suspected to include files on BP and Guantanamo Bay.
One of the files identified this weekend by The Sunday Times — called the “insurance” file — has been downloaded from the WikiLeaks website by tens of thousands of supporters, from America to Australia.
Assange warns that any government that tries to curtail his activities risks triggering a new deluge of state and commercial secrets.

Literally, the ultimate blackmail. If the world doesn't bow to this psychopath's views of his rights of freedom to do as he damn well pleases, then he will wreck the entire world by releasing a Dooms Day file that promises to be damning across the board and involve apparently most every nation on the planet, to one degree or another.

So, is there anyone else still out there who still believes that all of this is the culmination of one lowly US Army PFC and his disenchantment with the military? Does anyone seriously still believe that this 22 year old patsy is solely responsible as the source for the entirety of the nuclear 'logic bombs' now poised at the throat of the world?

I for one don't think so.

And while the debate ranges on, the damage has apparently already been done. The file is out there in a 256 bit encryption format that is supposedly unbreakable. Yet all it takes is one word, a password to activate and unlock Pandora's Box. And can't you just see western media sitting there salivating like the jackals they are. Waiting for the bag of stench to be ripped open so they can feast.

I would be very interested to see what is presently going on at Langley in virginia. And behind the closed doors at 1600 Pennsylvania and 10 Downing and at their counterparts secret rooms all across the world. Not to know their secrets, but just to watch their reactions as they attempt to create the ultimate impossible missions force to counter this threat.

I can only imagine that our enemies in the world are sitting back and laughing their asses off. As they would never have entrusted that much information to any one entity or group. Yet here America sits. As we scramble around inside the fenced in dilemma of our own making, madly trying to hold up our britches with one hand, while trying to fend off this little man Assange, who is trying to pull them all the way down (and succeeding).

If the American government were functioning as it should be, with capable leadership, Julian Assange would either be knocking on Osama Bin Ladin's cave and applying for the room mate wanted ad, or he would be taking the celestial dirt nap right now.

The world has secrets, not the least of which are those secrets that can and will lead to a lot of people's death, if the blackmailer Assange is allowed to continue as a free man.

I would say that America and this president had better be pulling out all stops to bring this nightmare to a quick end, but then I realize that this nightmare is one that was purposely created by those we would have expected to protect us from schemes like these to begin with.

So there you have it. How long before Julian Assange drops his one big load? How long before the password is issued and everything in the Dooms Day file is revealed? There is no way of knowing, other than to recognize the reality that once a secret has been revealed to exist, it is only a matter of time before it must be revealed in its entirety.

The world waits and the blade inches ever closer to the throat.

2 comments:

XtnYoda said...: I think I know the password...

666

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six sixty six; December 5, 2010 at 10:59:00 AM EST
Prime said...: I believe that you may be right Chuck....; December 5, 2010 at 5:42:00 PM EST

Prime's Worm hole

This is a place for me to muse about the issues that affect our world. My world and my country and my life in particular. I can say what I want to here and those who may stumble across my musings, are welcome to comment,or not. America is under siege. Everything this nation has ever represented, is now being torn asunder and crushed by the onslaught of egalitarian socialism. All morals and social values have been devolved into the belief that systemic racism, is the only underlying cause or reason for any societal ills in America. And that representation, is nothing but a Trojan Horse argument. A means of getting the egalitarian camel's nose into the tent. And now that it has been inserted? There is mayhem and anarchy and burning and looting all across America. And the only questions that remains to be asked and answered? Are these. When is enough enough and when will the American people call full stop and take the law into their own hands, to repel this socialist based attack on the Constitution and our personal freedoms.

Thinking

It started out innocently enough. I began to think at parties now and then -- just to loosen up and be a part of the crowd.
Inevitably, though, one thought led to another and soon I was more than just a social thinker.

I began to think alone -- "to relax", I told myself -- but I knew it wasn't true.
Thinking became more and more important to me and finally I was thinking all the time.

I began to think on the job. I knew that thinking and employment don't mix, but I couldn't help myself.

I began to avoid friends at lunchtime so I could read Thoreau, Muir, Confucius and Kafka. I would return to the office dizzied and confused, asking, "What is it exactly we are doing here?"

One day the boss called me in. He said, "Listen, I like you and it hurts me to say this, but your thinking has become a real problem. If you don't stop thinking on the job, you'll have to find another job."

"Honey," I confessed, "I've been thinking..."

"I know you've been thinking," she said, "and I want a divorce!" "But Honey, surely it's not that serious." "It is serious," she said, lower lip aquiver.

"You think as much as college professors and college professors don't make that much money, so if you keep on thinking, we won't have any money!"
She exploded in tears of rage and frustration, but I was in no mood to deal with the emotional drama.

"I'm going to the library," I snarled
I headed for the library, in the mood for some John Locke. I roared into the parking lot with NPR on the radio and ran up to the big glass doors.

They didn't open. The library was closed.

To this day, I believe that a Higher Power was looking out for me that night.

Leaning on the unfeeling glass, whimpering for Emerson, a poster caught my eye, "Friend, is heavy thinking ruining your life?" it asked.

This is why I am what I am today: a recovering thinker.

I never miss a TA meeting. At each meeting we watch a non-educational video; last week it was "Porky's." Then we share experiences about how we avoided thinking since the last meeting.

I still have my job, and things are a lot better at home. Life just seemed easier, somehow, as soon as I stopped thinking. I think the road to recovery is nearly complete for me.

Today I took the final step...I joined the Democratic Party

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If you are able,
save them a place
inside of you
and save one backward glance
when you are leaving
for the places they can
no longer go.
Be not ashamed to say
you loved them,
though you may
or may not have always.
Take what they have left
and what they have taught you
with their dying
and keep it with your own.
And in that time
when men decide and feel safe
to call the war insane,
take one moment to embrace
those gentle heroes
you left behind.

Major Michael Davis O'Donnell
1 January 1970
Dak To, Vietnam

Captain Michael O'Donnell was lost in Cambodia on March 24 1970, while flying a UH1 rescue helicopter, trying to rescue an eight man LRRP team under attack in Cambodia. He was listed as MIA along with the eight he had attempted to rescue after his UH1 Huey was shot down by enemy fire. The official military report listed the eight as shot down 'non survivable' and 'non recoverable.'

Michael O'Donnell was submitted for the Congressional Medal of Honor for his actions that day. He was awarded the Distinguished flying cross, the Bronze Star, The Air Medal and The Purple Heart and he was promoted to the rank of Major (posthumously).

In 1978 he was officially listed as KIA by the Department of Defense.

A little about the philosophy of the author

The Borg Conspiracy is one man's purely pedestrian thoughts, independent musings and frequently cheeky commentaries...Mixed with an abundance of patriotism, love of God, and love of country.

My thoughts?

In my opinion........in another generation, all that will remain of our once great republic, may be little more than what is left to weather the passage of time in the form of a few obscure and forgotten monuments to the great American experiment.

If America should fail....let it be written as her epitaph.....died by her own hand. The greatest experiment in freedom ever undertaken, lost in the end to the pursuit of the illusion that egalitarian tolerance was more valuable than individual freedom.

Let us be warned.
Franklin, Payne, Jefferson. They all knew the consequences of the lack of vigilance and they tried to warn us. They gave us a document as our guide post. We were to guard it and revere it and use it to guide and govern our future and our posterity.

No one listened.