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Ventura: Neo-Cons May Stage Terror To Stay In Power
Former Governor: “Absolutely” danger of false flag as pretext to attack Iran
Paul Joseph Watson
Prison Planet
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Former Governor of Minnesota Jesse Ventura warns that Neo-Cons are so desperate to maintain a grip on power that they could stage a terror event in order to create a pretext for attacking Iran.
Speaking on the Alex Jones Show before last night’s announcement that he would not be running for U.S. Senate, Ventura said a conflict with Iran was all but inevitable.
“I don’t see any way of avoiding it because I think it’s gonna be Bush’s last hurrah,” said Ventura, adding that another war front would only help the Republicans and John McCain.
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“We are now a first strike nation, 9/11 changed our entire foreign policy, we will now attack another country before they attack us, which we proved in Iraq,” he added.
Asked if we were in danger of seeing the Neo-Cons stage some kind of Gulf of Tonkin false flag or other terror event as a pretext for attacking Iran, Ventura responded, “Absolutely, read the last epilogue in my book, I wrote that a year ago.”
“Remember, these two political parties are in bad shape right now, McCain’s trailing, Republicans look like they’ll get slaughtered in the Congressional races and they’re gonna lose all their power so rest assured that some type of decision they will have to come up with in an attempt to continue to keep themselves in power – that’s their objective,” stated Ventura.
“How much more stupid can we be if we buy into this,” concluded the former Governor.
Ventura said that the war in Iraq is now taking its toll on the U.S. economy and that Americans needed to “feel the pain” in order to understand that war is not profitable for the middle class and in fact has the opposite impact.
“I’ve always believed what goes around comes around, and we’re gonna get our comeuppance I think pretty quick here if we don’t change the path we’re on and start leading with diplomacy,” said Ventura.
“A war is the result of failed political leadership, it’s that simple,” added the former Governor.
Rhetoric surrounding a military strike against the Iranians has heated considerably over the last few weeks, with Syria today warning that such an action “would have grave consequences for the US, Israel and the whole world.”
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July 15th, 2008 at 9:02 am
Don’t ask Bush to do otherwise… that’s all they know… War, War, War! It’s family business.
July 15th, 2008 at 9:09 am
i know that there’s going to be another false flag terror attack and where ti’s going to happen……..WALL STREET FOLKS WHAT BETTER WAY TO CONCEAL ALL OF OUR LOSES IN ONE BIG LOW YEILD NUCLEAR DEVICE……BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!! AND IT’S ALL GONE……..DEBT WIPED CLEAN……..BUT NOT YOURS JUST THERES…………..BYE
July 15th, 2008 at 9:13 am
the emperor and his cowardly sheep will take us to war in iran. people have told me to my face that we should nuke iran. the mindless masses are thirsty for more blood. the bloodthirst cannot be quenched.
July 15th, 2008 at 9:14 am
The wicked only know to lead to one place. Destruction! Here we go.
July 15th, 2008 at 9:16 am
They are craven enough to do just about anything. And with their media machine to sell it to a dim witted public. Ya, something they can profit from both sides of like 9/11. Wipe out records of their own debt and then cash in on the “war of terror”.
July 15th, 2008 at 9:22 am
*sigh*
July 15th, 2008 at 9:26 am
Okay..Maybe..Maybe? But..for what it’s worht..speculating..like they did? remember? Anyway..I think if this is done AGAIN..it will be SO obvious..that they will have to make it so psychelogically horrifying..so insanely svage..that it essentially would be saying..loud and clear…”IT’S OVER! We are in control..this is what will happen if you step out of line..we shoot you, and the person next to you..now MARCH! Arbiet Mach Frei!” (sic?)
I believe it will be a MUCH more massive catastrophe in terms of DEATH of citizens..one of the..BASIC ..just OPENLY OBVIUOS MISATKES…unfortunately that is what it must be called..was the ‘Collateral Damage’ decisions that were made for the 9/11 F.F. Op. I mean..90,000 people..SHOULD be Dead..but less than 3,000 actually killed..and ven some “High Strangeness” there..what? with all those HYPER CALM Calls from the “airplanes’ etc..where DID those people go?..Remember Korea and Japanese Fishermen and Women? Dissapeared…kidnapped by Korea it would turn out…to be used as “moles’ in japan..it just get’s weirder and weirder..
Anyway..i digress..
So..FIRE!..that is terrifying, conceals evidence, MAIMS, Kills..etc..so..DIRTY BOMB..gotta be..they have been talking about it for SSoooo..long..so..Gotta be the dirty bomb..and I am guessing..a ..”Revenge” Strike..like the Enron California electricity crimes…take out a powerful Blue state..although the economy is..still a debatable ‘casualty’ ..although..allowing the record profits for oil and gas while the US shrivels is..WEIRD in terms of Economic Casualties..So..It is really an Odd mix of possibles..BUT FIRE!..Fer sure..
And then..MARTIAL LAW…
See you in the trenches..maybe..bring a sack lunch..were gonna be there fer awhile…bring toilet paper too..and cards..and beer…and..
July 15th, 2008 at 9:41 am
It is not only Bush and his goons,
it Pelosi, Shumer, Liberman and bunch of
other Zionists under pretense of Democrts
July 15th, 2008 at 9:55 am
If our gutless military had anything but their own greedy agenda to attend to they would provide the nine gram solution to ever neocon they could muster onto the lawn of the White House!!
July 15th, 2008 at 10:07 am
So what is the ultimate goal for us who are willing to stand up against the elite. What are we suppose to do? I’ve asked many people this question, the answer… pursuit of happiness, freedom… from what? What is it we are suppose to do. Live like the natives once have/ I am not trying to be cocky just really curious about the future and reality… I am hope I am making sense. My trying to attack anyone, honestly.
July 15th, 2008 at 10:16 am
This will happen. Remember the bomber that flew from ND to LA last year? It left with 6 and arrived with 5. Russia knows this and has threatened to nuke us over Iran, and has put the hardware in place to do it. This story is in the Bible many times and even tells about the next false flag. It will happen with the stolen device from last year and on that very same day the invasion of the usa will happen.
July 15th, 2008 at 10:18 am
In re: fake terror attack, remember that on both 9/11 and 7/7, government-sponsored/run “drills” were taking place, “simulating” what took place in real time, at the same exact locations, in the exact same manner. There is no coincidence here.
I don’t know what happened with the “terror drills” they were supposed to be running recently in Portland and Phoenix, but if I were the governor of either of those states, or mayor of either of those cities, I would have had the state national guard & militia in place, armed to the teeth, and the second the feds set foot in those areas, I would order everybody to drop their weapons and submit to arrest, or face the next step, and it wouldn’t be tea and cakes.
July 15th, 2008 at 10:31 am
Let’s not underestimate the mind of God. He has promised to preserve the righteous, even with fire. Let us not be amazed then, if the fire orginates from Russia. Rather, let us be prepared to pick up the pieces and restore The Constitution, and place it again as the supreme law of the land. A beacon of life, liberty and happiness to all honest folk around the world. It WILL be the greatest endeavor undertaken in history. Greater Even than the The War of Independence.
July 15th, 2008 at 10:33 am
is your army not a defence force…
what are you doing, using a defence force, for attacking iraq….
it’s more like an evil attacking terrorist…
the army defends, not attacks…
the only country in the right is iraq… they used there army to defend the country- they never attacked first…
they did nothing wrong…
innocent iraqi people… dead….
for what… for having oil beneath your feet…
young americans, have taken the lives of these beautiful people..
mr bush will have to front up to his crimes…
July 15th, 2008 at 10:48 am
why don’t the american people TAKE their country back? this i don’t understand, we wouldn’t put up with a ‘busk-like’ in canada, we’d drive them out of parliament.
americans are useless. TAKE YOUR COUNTRY BACK, this is so frustrating!!!
wake the fock up already. get a backbone and drive all of congress out and then shoot them all! asses, all of them.
July 15th, 2008 at 10:53 am
http://www.contraryinvestorsca.....orum_id=10
Is this true!?!?!?! If so, we have much damage control to do.
July 15th, 2008 at 10:56 am
Hey Alex Jones dudes.
July 15th, 2008 at 10:56 am
Nice to see Jesse Ventura making the right kind of waves at the right time. Im sure he is as patriotic as anyone else trying to push back as hard as he can before we find ourselves looking at another staged event to herd us like sheep into thier well planned enslavement system. Why is “World Government” synonymous with the destruction of freedom in the US? Seems like Jesse Ventura is taking a hard look at what is needed now to prevent the global plan to erode American Sovereignty. Also Kudos to Alex for his broadcast with David Icke on Youtube. Brilliant discussion all the way through.
July 15th, 2008 at 10:59 am
“Well, Prince, so Genoa and Lucca are now just family estates of the Buonapartes. But I warn you, if you don’t tell me that this means war, if you still try to defend the infamies and horrors perpetrated by that Antichrist- I really believe he is Antichrist- I will have nothing more to do with you and you are no longer my friend, no longer my ‘faithful slave,’ as you call yourself! But how do you do? I see I have frightened you- sit down and tell me all the news.”
It was in July, 1805, and the speaker was the well-known Anna Pavlovna Scherer, maid of honor and favorite of the Empress Marya Fedorovna. With these words she greeted Prince Vasili Kuragin, a man of high rank and importance, who was the first to arrive at her reception. Anna Pavlovna had had a cough for some days. She was, as she said, suffering from la grippe; grippe being then a new word in St. Petersburg, used only by the elite.
All her invitations without exception, written in French, and delivered by a scarlet-liveried footman that morning, ran as follows:
“If you have nothing better to do, Count [or Prince], and if the prospect of spending an evening with a poor invalid is not too terrible, I shall be very charmed to see you tonight between 7 and 10- Annette Scherer.”
“Heavens! what a virulent attack!” replied the prince, not in the least disconcerted by this reception. He had just entered, wearing an embroidered court uniform, knee breeches, and shoes, and had stars on his breast and a serene expression on his flat face. He spoke in that refined French in which our grandfathers not only spoke but thought, and with the gentle, patronizing intonation natural to a man of importance who had grown old in society and at court. He went up to Anna Pavlovna, kissed her hand, presenting to her his bald, scented, and shining head, and complacently seated himself on the sofa.
“First of all, dear friend, tell me how you are. Set your friend’s mind at rest,” said he without altering his tone, beneath the politeness and affected sympathy of which indifference and even irony could be discerned.
“Can one be well while suffering morally? Can one be calm in times like these if one has any feeling?” said Anna Pavlovna. “You are staying the whole evening, I hope?”
“And the fete at the English ambassador’s? Today is Wednesday. I must put in an appearance there,” said the prince. “My daughter is coming for me to take me there.”
“I thought today’s fete had been canceled. I confess all these festivities and fireworks are becoming wearisome.”
“If they had known that you wished it, the entertainment would have been put off,” said the prince, who, like a wound-up clock, by force of habit said things he did not even wish to be believed.
“Don’t tease! Well, and what has been decided about Novosiltsev’s dispatch? You know everything.”
“What can one say about it?” replied the prince in a cold, listless tone. “What has been decided? They have decided that Buonaparte has burnt his boats, and I believe that we are ready to burn ours.”
Prince Vasili always spoke languidly, like an actor repeating a stale part. Anna Pavlovna Scherer on the contrary, despite her forty years, overflowed with animation and impulsiveness. To be an enthusiast had become her social vocation and, sometimes even when she did not feel like it, she became enthusiastic in order not to disappoint the expectations of those who knew her. The subdued smile which, though it did not suit her faded features, always played round her lips expressed, as in a spoiled child, a continual consciousness of her charming defect, which she neither wished, nor could, nor considered it necessary, to correct.
In the midst of a conversation on political matters Anna Pavlovna burst out:
“Oh, don’t speak to me of Austria. Perhaps I don’t understand things, but Austria never has wished, and does not wish, for war. She is betraying us! Russia alone must save Europe. Our gracious sovereign recognizes his high vocation and will be true to it. That is the one thing I have faith in! Our good and wonderful sovereign has to perform the noblest role on earth, and he is so virtuous and noble that God will not forsake him. He will fulfill his vocation and crush the hydra of revolution, which has become more terrible than ever in the person of this murderer and villain! We alone must avenge the blood of the just one…. Whom, I ask you, can we rely on?… England with her commercial spirit will not and cannot understand the Emperor Alexander’s loftiness of soul. She has refused to evacuate Malta. She wanted to find, and still seeks, some secret motive in our actions. What answer did Novosiltsev get? None. The English have not understood and cannot understand the self-abnegation of our Emperor who wants nothing for himself, but only desires the good of mankind. And what have they promised? Nothing! And what little they have promised they will not perform! Prussia has always declared that Buonaparte is invincible, and that all Europe is powerless before him…. And I don’t believe a word that Hardenburg says, or Haugwitz either. This famous Prussian neutrality is just a trap. I have faith only in God and the lofty destiny of our adored monarch. He will save Europe!”
She suddenly paused, smiling at her own impetuosity.
“I think,” said the prince with a smile, “that if you had been sent instead of our dear Wintzingerode you would have captured the King of Prussia’s consent by assault. You are so eloquent. Will you give me a cup of tea?”
“In a moment. A propos,” she added, becoming calm again, “I am expecting two very interesting men tonight, le Vicomte de Mortemart, who is connected with the Montmorencys through the Rohans, one of the best French families. He is one of the genuine emigres, the good ones. And also the Abbe Morio. Do you know that profound thinker? He has been received by the Emperor. Had you heard?”
“I shall be delighted to meet them,” said the prince. “But tell me,” he added with studied carelessness as if it had only just occurred to him, though the question he was about to ask was the chief motive of his visit, “is it true that the Dowager Empress wants Baron Funke to be appointed first secretary at Vienna? The baron by all accounts is a poor creature.”
Prince Vasili wished to obtain this post for his son, but others were trying through the Dowager Empress Marya Fedorovna to secure it for the baron.
Anna Pavlovna almost closed her eyes to indicate that neither she nor anyone else had a right to criticize what the Empress desired or was pleased with.
“Baron Funke has been recommended to the Dowager Empress by her sister,” was all she said, in a dry and mournful tone.
As she named the Empress, Anna Pavlovna’s face suddenly assumed an expression of profound and sincere devotion and respect mingled with sadness, and this occurred every time she mentioned her illustrious patroness. She added that Her Majesty had deigned to show Baron Funke beaucoup d’estime, and again her face clouded over with sadness.
The prince was silent and looked indifferent. But, with the womanly and courtierlike quickness and tact habitual to her, Anna Pavlovna wished both to rebuke him (for daring to speak he had done of a man recommended to the Empress) and at the same time to console him, so she said:
“Now about your family. Do you know that since your daughter came out everyone has been enraptured by her? They say she is amazingly beautiful.”
The prince bowed to signify his respect and gratitude.
“I often think,” she continued after a short pause, drawing nearer to the prince and smiling amiably at him as if to show that political and social topics were ended and the time had come for intimate conversation- “I often think how unfairly sometimes the joys of life are distributed. Why has fate given you two such splendid children? I don’t speak of Anatole, your youngest. I don’t like him,” she added in a tone admitting of no rejoinder and raising her eyebrows. “Two such charming children. And really you appreciate them less than anyone, and so you don’t deserve to have them.”
And she smiled her ecstatic smile.
“I can’t help it,” said the prince. “Lavater would have said I lack the bump of paternity.”
“Don’t joke; I mean to have a serious talk with you. Do you know I am dissatisfied with your younger son? Between ourselves” (and her face assumed its melancholy expression), “he was mentioned at Her Majesty’s and you were pitied….”
The prince answered nothing, but she looked at him significantly, awaiting a reply. He frowned.
“What would you have me do?” he said at last. “You know I did all a father could for their education, and they have both turned out fools. Hippolyte is at least a quiet fool, but Anatole is an active one. That is the only difference between them.” He said this smiling in a way more natural and animated than usual, so that the wrinkles round his mouth very clearly revealed something unexpectedly coarse and unpleasant.
“And why are children born to such men as you? If you were not a father there would be nothing I could reproach you with,” said Anna Pavlovna, looking up pensively.
“I am your faithful slave and to you alone I can confess that my children are the bane of my life. It is the cross I have to bear. That is how I explain it to myself. It can’t be helped!”
He said no more, but expressed his resignation to cruel fate by a gesture. Anna Pavlovna meditated.
“Have you never thought of marrying your prodigal son Anatole?” she asked. “They say old maids have a mania for matchmaking, and though I don’t feel that weakness in myself as yet,I know a little person who is very unhappy with her father. She is a relation of yours, Princess Mary Bolkonskaya.”
Prince Vasili did not reply, though, with the quickness of memory and perception befitting a man of the world, he indicated by a movement of the head that he was considering this information.
“Do you know,” he said at last, evidently unable to check the sad current of his thoughts, “that Anatole is costing me forty thousand rubles a year? And,” he went on after a pause, “what will it be in five years, if he goes on like this?” Presently he added: “That’s what we fathers have to put up with…. Is this princess of yours rich?”
“Her father is very rich and stingy. He lives in the country. He is the well-known Prince Bolkonski who had to retire from the army under the late Emperor, and was nicknamed ‘the King of Prussia.’ He is very clever but eccentric, and a bore. The poor girl is very unhappy. She has a brother; I think you know him, he married Lise Meinen lately. He is an aide-de-camp of Kutuzov’s and will be here tonight.”
“Listen, dear Annette,” said the prince, suddenly taking Anna Pavlovna’s hand and for some reason drawing it downwards. “Arrange that affair for me and I shall always be your most devoted slave- slafe wigh an f, as a village elder of mine writes in his reports. She is rich and of good family and that’s all I want.”
And with the familiarity and easy grace peculiar to him, he raised the maid of honor’s hand to his lips, kissed it, and swung it to and fro as he lay back in his armchair, looking in another direction.
“Attendez,” said Anna Pavlovna, reflecting, “I’ll speak to Lise, young Bolkonski’s wife, this very evening, and perhaps the thing can be arranged. It shall be on your family’s behalf that I’ll start my apprenticeship as old maid.”
“Well, Prince, so Genoa and Lucca are now just family estates of the Buonapartes. But I warn you, if you don’t tell me that this means war, if you still try to defend the infamies and horrors perpetrated by that Antichrist- I really believe he is Antichrist- I will have nothing more to do with you and you are no longer my friend, no longer my ‘faithful slave,’ as you call yourself! But how do you do? I see I have frightened you- sit down and tell me all the news.”
It was in July, 1805, and the speaker was the well-known Anna Pavlovna Scherer, maid of honor and favorite of the Empress Marya Fedorovna. With these words she greeted Prince Vasili Kuragin, a man of high rank and importance, who was the first to arrive at her reception. Anna Pavlovna had had a cough for some days. She was, as she said, suffering from la grippe; grippe being then a new word in St. Petersburg, used only by the elite.
All her invitations without exception, written in French, and delivered by a scarlet-liveried footman that morning, ran as follows:
“If you have nothing better to do, Count [or Prince], and if the prospect of spending an evening with a poor invalid is not too terrible, I shall be very charmed to see you tonight between 7 and 10- Annette Scherer.”
“Heavens! what a virulent attack!” replied the prince, not in the least disconcerted by this reception. He had just entered, wearing an embroidered court uniform, knee breeches, and shoes, and had stars on his breast and a serene expression on his flat face. He spoke in that refined French in which our grandfathers not only spoke but thought, and with the gentle, patronizing intonation natural to a man of importance who had grown old in society and at court. He went up to Anna Pavlovna, kissed her hand, presenting to her his bald, scented, and shining head, and complacently seated himself on the sofa.
“First of all, dear friend, tell me how you are. Set your friend’s mind at rest,” said he without altering his tone, beneath the politeness and affected sympathy of which indifference and even irony could be discerned.
“Can one be well while suffering morally? Can one be calm in times like these if one has any feeling?” said Anna Pavlovna. “You are staying the whole evening, I hope?”
“And the fete at the English ambassador’s? Today is Wednesday. I must put in an appearance there,” said the prince. “My daughter is coming for me to take me there.”
“I thought today’s fete had been canceled. I confess all these festivities and fireworks are becoming wearisome.”
“If they had known that you wished it, the entertainment would have been put off,” said the prince, who, like a wound-up clock, by force of habit said things he did not even wish to be believed.
“Don’t tease! Well, and what has been decided about Novosiltsev’s dispatch? You know everything.”
“What can one say about it?” replied the prince in a cold, listless tone. “What has been decided? They have decided that Buonaparte has burnt his boats, and I believe that we are ready to burn ours.”
Prince Vasili always spoke languidly, like an actor repeating a stale part. Anna Pavlovna Scherer on the contrary, despite her forty years, overflowed with animation and impulsiveness. To be an enthusiast had become her social vocation and, sometimes even when she did not feel like it, she became enthusiastic in order not to disappoint the expectations of those who knew her. The subdued smile which, though it did not suit her faded features, always played round her lips expressed, as in a spoiled child, a continual consciousness of her charming defect, which she neither wished, nor could, nor considered it necessary, to correct.
In the midst of a conversation on political matters Anna Pavlovna burst out:
“Oh, don’t speak to me of Austria. Perhaps I don’t understand things, but Austria never has wished, and does not wish, for war. She is betraying us! Russia alone must save Europe. Our gracious sovereign recognizes his high vocation and will be true to it. That is the one thing I have faith in! Our good and wonderful sovereign has to perform the noblest role on earth, and he is so virtuous and noble that God will not forsake him. He will fulfill his vocation and crush the hydra of revolution, which has become more terrible than ever in the person of this murderer and villain! We alone must avenge the blood of the just one…. Whom, I ask you, can we rely on?… England with her commercial spirit will not and cannot understand the Emperor Alexander’s loftiness of soul. She has refused to evacuate Malta. She wanted to find, and still seeks, some secret motive in our actions. What answer did Novosiltsev get? None. The English have not understood and cannot understand the self-abnegation of our Emperor who wants nothing for himself, but only desires the good of mankind. And what have they promised? Nothing! And what little they have promised they will not perform! Prussia has always declared that Buonaparte is invincible, and that all Europe is powerless before him…. And I don’t believe a word that Hardenburg says, or Haugwitz either. This famous Prussian neutrality is just a trap. I have faith only in God and the lofty destiny of our adored monarch. He will save Europe!”
She suddenly paused, smiling at her own impetuosity.
“I think,” said the prince with a smile, “that if you had been sent instead of our dear Wintzingerode you would have captured the King of Prussia’s consent by assault. You are so eloquent. Will you give me a cup of tea?”
“In a moment. A propos,” she added, becoming calm again, “I am expecting two very interesting men tonight, le Vicomte de Mortemart, who is connected with the Montmorencys through the Rohans, one of the best French families. He is one of the genuine emigres, the good ones. And also the Abbe Morio. Do you know that profound thinker? He has been received by the Emperor. Had you heard?”
“I shall be delighted to meet them,” said the prince. “But tell me,” he added with studied carelessness as if it had only just occurred to him, though the question he was about to ask was the chief motive of his visit, “is it true that the Dowager Empress wants Baron Funke to be appointed first secretary at Vienna? The baron by all accounts is a poor creature.”
Prince Vasili wished to obtain this post for his son, but others were trying through the Dowager Empress Marya Fedorovna to secure it for the baron.
Anna Pavlovna almost closed her eyes to indicate that neither she nor anyone else had a right to criticize what the Empress desired or was pleased with.
“Baron Funke has been recommended to the Dowager Empress by her sister,” was all she said, in a dry and mournful tone.
As she named the Empress, Anna Pavlovna’s face suddenly assumed an expression of profound and sincere devotion and respect mingled with sadness, and this occurred every time she mentioned her illustrious patroness. She added that Her Majesty had deigned to show Baron Funke beaucoup d’estime, and again her face clouded over with sadness.
The prince was silent and looked indifferent. But, with the womanly and courtierlike quickness and tact habitual to her, Anna Pavlovna wished both to rebuke him (for daring to speak he had done of a man recommended to the Empress) and at the same time to console him, so she said:
“Now about your family. Do you know that since your daughter came out everyone has been enraptured by her? They say she is amazingly beautiful.”
The prince bowed to signify his respect and gratitude.
“I often think,” she continued after a short pause, drawing nearer to the prince and smiling amiably at him as if to show that political and social topics were ended and the time had come for intimate conversation- “I often think how unfairly sometimes the joys of life are distributed. Why has fate given you two such splendid children? I don’t speak of Anatole, your youngest. I don’t like him,” she added in a tone admitting of no rejoinder and raising her eyebrows. “Two such charming children. And really you appreciate them less than anyone, and so you don’t deserve to have them.”
And she smiled her ecstatic smile.
“I can’t help it,” said the prince. “Lavater would have said I lack the bump of paternity.”
“Don’t joke; I mean to have a serious talk with you. Do you know I am dissatisfied with your younger son? Between ourselves” (and her face assumed its melancholy expression), “he was mentioned at Her Majesty’s and you were pitied….”
The prince answered nothing, but she looked at him significantly, awaiting a reply. He frowned.
“What would you have me do?” he said at last. “You know I did all a father could for their education, and they have both turned out fools. Hippolyte is at least a quiet fool, but Anatole is an active one. That is the only difference between them.” He said this smiling in a way more natural and animated than usual, so that the wrinkles round his mouth very clearly revealed something unexpectedly coarse and unpleasant.
“And why are children born to such men as you? If you were not a father there would be nothing I could reproach you with,” said Anna Pavlovna, looking up pensively.
“I am your faithful slave and to you alone I can confess that my children are the bane of my life. It is the cross I have to bear. That is how I explain it to myself. It can’t be helped!”
He said no more, but expressed his resignation to cruel fate by a gesture. Anna Pavlovna meditated.
“Have you never thought of marrying your prodigal son Anatole?” she asked. “They say old maids have a mania for matchmaking, and though I don’t feel that weakness in myself as yet,I know a little person who is very unhappy with her father. She is a relation of yours, Princess Mary Bolkonskaya.”
Prince Vasili did not reply, though, with the quickness of memory and perception befitting a man of the world, he indicated by a movement of the head that he was considering this information.
“Do you know,” he said at last, evidently unable to check the sad current of his thoughts, “that Anatole is costing me forty thousand rubles a year? And,” he went on after a pause, “what will it be in five years, if he goes on like this?” Presently he added: “That’s what we fathers have to put up with…. Is this princess of yours rich?”
“Her father is very rich and stingy. He lives in the country. He is the well-known Prince Bolkonski who had to retire from the army under the late Emperor, and was nicknamed ‘the King of Prussia.’ He is very clever but eccentric, and a bore. The poor girl is very unhappy. She has a brother; I think you know him, he married Lise Meinen lately. He is an aide-de-camp of Kutuzov’s and will be here tonight.”
“Listen, dear Annette,” said the prince, suddenly taking Anna Pavlovna’s hand and for some reason drawing it downwards. “Arrange that affair for me and I shall always be your most devoted slave- slafe wigh an f, as a village elder of mine writes in his reports. She is rich and of good family and that’s all I want.”
And with the familiarity and easy grace peculiar to him, he raised the maid of honor’s hand to his lips, kissed it, and swung it to and fro as he lay back in his armchair, looking in another direction.
“Attendez,” said Anna Pavlovna, reflecting, “I’ll speak to Lise, young Bolkonski’s wife, this very evening, and perhaps the thing can be arranged. It shall be on your family’s behalf that I’ll start my apprenticeship as old maid.”
“Well, Prince, so Genoa and Lucca are now just family estates of the Buonapartes. But I warn you, if you don’t tell me that this means war, if you still try to defend the infamies and horrors perpetrated by that Antichrist- I really believe he is Antichrist- I will have nothing more to do with you and you are no longer my friend, no longer my ‘faithful slave,’ as you call yourself! But how do you do? I see I have frightened you- sit down and tell me all the news.”
It was in July, 1805, and the speaker was the well-known Anna Pavlovna Scherer, maid of honor and favorite of the Empress Marya Fedorovna. With these words she greeted Prince Vasili Kuragin, a man of high rank and importance, who was the first to arrive at her reception. Anna Pavlovna had had a cough for some days. She was, as she said, suffering from la grippe; grippe being then a new word in St. Petersburg, used only by the elite.
All her invitations without exception, written in French, and delivered by a scarlet-liveried footman that morning, ran as follows:
“If you have nothing better to do, Count [or Prince], and if the prospect of spending an evening with a poor invalid is not too terrible, I shall be very charmed to see you tonight between 7 and 10- Annette Scherer.”
“Heavens! what a virulent attack!” replied the prince, not in the least disconcerted by this reception. He had just entered, wearing an embroidered court uniform, knee breeches, and shoes, and had stars on his breast and a serene expression on his flat face. He spoke in that refined French in which our grandfathers not only spoke but thought, and with the gentle, patronizing intonation natural to a man of importance who had grown old in society and at court. He went up to Anna Pavlovna, kissed her hand, presenting to her his bald, scented, and shining head, and complacently seated himself on the sofa.
“First of all, dear friend, tell me how you are. Set your friend’s mind at rest,” said he without altering his tone, beneath the politeness and affected sympathy of which indifference and even irony could be discerned.
“Can one be well while suffering morally? Can one be calm in times like these if one has any feeling?” said Anna Pavlovna. “You are staying the whole evening, I hope?”
“And the fete at the English ambassador’s? Today is Wednesday. I must put in an appearance there,” said the prince. “My daughter is coming for me to take me there.”
“I thought today’s fete had been canceled. I confess all these festivities and fireworks are becoming wearisome.”
“If they had known that you wished it, the entertainment would have been put off,” said the prince, who, like a wound-up clock, by force of habit said things he did not even wish to be believed.
“Don’t tease! Well, and what has been decided about Novosiltsev’s dispatch? You know everything.”
“What can one say about it?” replied the prince in a cold, listless tone. “What has been decided? They have decided that Buonaparte has burnt his boats, and I believe that we are ready to burn ours.”
Prince Vasili always spoke languidly, like an actor repeating a stale part. Anna Pavlovna Scherer on the contrary, despite her forty years, overflowed with animation and impulsiveness. To be an enthusiast had become her social vocation and, sometimes even when she did not feel like it, she became enthusiastic in order not to disappoint the expectations of those who knew her. The subdued smile which, though it did not suit her faded features, always played round her lips expressed, as in a spoiled child, a continual consciousness of her charming defect, which she neither wished, nor could, nor considered it necessary, to correct.
In the midst of a conversation on political matters Anna Pavlovna burst out:
“Oh, don’t speak to me of Austria. Perhaps I don’t understand things, but Austria never has wished, and does not wish, for war. She is betraying us! Russia alone must save Europe. Our gracious sovereign recognizes his high vocation and will be true to it. That is the one thing I have faith in! Our good and wonderful sovereign has to perform the noblest role on earth, and he is so virtuous and noble that God will not forsake him. He will fulfill his vocation and crush the hydra of revolution, which has become more terrible than ever in the person of this murderer and villain! We alone must avenge the blood of the just one…. Whom, I ask you, can we rely on?… England with her commercial spirit will not and cannot understand the Emperor Alexander’s loftiness of soul. She has refused to evacuate Malta. She wanted to find, and still seeks, some secret motive in our actions. What answer did Novosiltsev get? None. The English have not understood and cannot understand the self-abnegation of our Emperor who wants nothing for himself, but only desires the good of mankind. And what have they promised? Nothing! And what little they have promised they will not perform! Prussia has always declared that Buonaparte is invincible, and that all Europe is powerless before him…. And I don’t believe a word that Hardenburg says, or Haugwitz either. This famous Prussian neutrality is just a trap. I have faith only in God and the lofty destiny of our adored monarch. He will save Europe!”
She suddenly paused, smiling at her own impetuosity.
“I think,” said the prince with a smile, “that if you had been sent instead of our dear Wintzingerode you would have captured the King of Prussia’s consent by assault. You are so eloquent. Will you give me a cup of tea?”
“In a moment. A propos,” she added, becoming calm again, “I am expecting two very interesting men tonight, le Vicomte de Mortemart, who is connected with the Montmorencys through the Rohans, one of the best French families. He is one of the genuine emigres, the good ones. And also the Abbe Morio. Do you know that profound thinker? He has been received by the Emperor. Had you heard?”
“I shall be delighted to meet them,” said the prince. “But tell me,” he added with studied carelessness as if it had only just occurred to him, though the question he was about to ask was the chief motive of his visit, “is it true that the Dowager Empress wants Baron Funke to be appointed first secretary at Vienna? The baron by all accounts is a poor creature.”
Prince Vasili wished to obtain this post for his son, but others were trying through the Dowager Empress Marya Fedorovna to secure it for the baron.
Anna Pavlovna almost closed her eyes to indicate that neither she nor anyone else had a right to criticize what the Empress desired or was pleased with.
“Baron Funke has been recommended to the Dowager Empress by her sister,” was all she said, in a dry and mournful tone.
As she named the Empress, Anna Pavlovna’s face suddenly assumed an expression of profound and sincere devotion and respect mingled with sadness, and this occurred every time she mentioned her illustrious patroness. She added that Her Majesty had deigned to show Baron Funke beaucoup d’estime, and again her face clouded over with sadness.
The prince was silent and looked indifferent. But, with the womanly and courtierlike quickness and tact habitual to her, Anna Pavlovna wished both to rebuke him (for daring to speak he had done of a man recommended to the Empress) and at the same time to console him, so she said:
“Now about your family. Do you know that since your daughter came out everyone has been enraptured by her? They say she is amazingly beautiful.”
The prince bowed to signify his respect and gratitude.
“I often think,” she continued after a short pause, drawing nearer to the prince and smiling amiably at him as if to show that political and social topics were ended and the time had come for intimate conversation- “I often think how unfairly sometimes the joys of life are distributed. Why has fate given you two such splendid children? I don’t speak of Anatole, your youngest. I don’t like him,” she added in a tone admitting of no rejoinder and raising her eyebrows. “Two such charming children. And really you appreciate them less than anyone, and so you don’t deserve to have them.”
And she smiled her ecstatic smile.
“I can’t help it,” said the prince. “Lavater would have said I lack the bump of paternity.”
“Don’t joke; I mean to have a serious talk with you. Do you know I am dissatisfied with your younger son? Between ourselves” (and her face assumed its melancholy expression), “he was mentioned at Her Majesty’s and you were pitied….”
The prince answered nothing, but she looked at him significantly, awaiting a reply. He frowned.
“What would you have me do?” he said at last. “You know I did all a father could for their education, and they have both turned out fools. Hippolyte is at least a quiet fool, but Anatole is an active one. That is the only difference between them.” He said this smiling in a way more natural and animated than usual, so that the wrinkles round his mouth very clearly revealed something unexpectedly coarse and unpleasant.
“And why are children born to such men as you? If you were not a father there would be nothing I could reproach you with,” said Anna Pavlovna, looking up pensively.
“I am your faithful slave and to you alone I can confess that my children are the bane of my life. It is the cross I have to bear. That is how I explain it to myself. It can’t be helped!”
He said no more, but expressed his resignation to cruel fate by a gesture. Anna Pavlovna meditated.
“Have you never thought of marrying your prodigal son Anatole?” she asked. “They say old maids have a mania for matchmaking, and though I don’t feel that weakness in myself as yet,I know a little person who is very unhappy with her father. She is a relation of yours, Princess Mary Bolkonskaya.”
Prince Vasili did not reply, though, with the quickness of memory and perception befitting a man of the world, he indicated by a movement of the head that he was considering this information.
“Do you know,” he said at last, evidently unable to check the sad current of his thoughts, “that Anatole is costing me forty thousand rubles a year? And,” he went on after a pause, “what will it be in five years, if he goes on like this?” Presently he added: “That’s what we fathers have to put up with…. Is this princess of yours rich?”
“Her father is very rich and stingy. He lives in the country. He is the well-known Prince Bolkonski who had to retire from the army under the late Emperor, and was nicknamed ‘the King of Prussia.’ He is very clever but eccentric, and a bore. The poor girl is very unhappy. She has a brother; I think you know him, he married Lise Meinen lately. He is an aide-de-camp of Kutuzov’s and will be here tonight.”
“Listen, dear Annette,” said the prince, suddenly taking Anna Pavlovna’s hand and for some reason drawing it downwards. “Arrange that affair for me and I shall always be your most devoted slave- slafe wigh an f, as a village elder of mine writes in his reports. She is rich and of good family and that’s all I want.”
And with the familiarity and easy grace peculiar to him, he raised the maid of honor’s hand to his lips, kissed it, and swung it to and fro as he lay back in his armchair, looking in another direction.
“Attendez,” said Anna Pavlovna, reflecting, “I’ll speak to Lise, young Bolkonski’s wife, this very evening, and perhaps the thing can be arranged. It shall be on your family’s behalf that I’ll start my apprenticeship as old maid.”
“Well, Prince, so Genoa and Lucca are now just family estates of the Buonapartes. But I warn you, if you don’t tell me that this means war, if you still try to defend the infamies and horrors perpetrated by that Antichrist- I really believe he is Antichrist- I will have nothing more to do with you and you are no longer my friend, no longer my ‘faithful slave,’ as you call yourself! But how do you do? I see I have frightened you- sit down and tell me all the news.”
It was in July, 1805, and the speaker was the well-known Anna Pavlovna Scherer, maid of honor and favorite of the Empress Marya Fedorovna. With these words she greeted Prince Vasili Kuragin, a man of high rank and importance, who was the first to arrive at her reception. Anna Pavlovna had had a cough for some days. She was, as she said, suffering from la grippe; grippe being then a new word in St. Petersburg, used only by the elite.
All her invitations without exception, written in French, and delivered by a scarlet-liveried footman that morning, ran as follows:
“If you have nothing better to do, Count [or Prince], and if the prospect of spending an evening with a poor invalid is not too terrible, I shall be very charmed to see you tonight between 7 and 10- Annette Scherer.”
“Heavens! what a virulent attack!” replied the prince, not in the least disconcerted by this reception. He had just entered, wearing an embroidered court uniform, knee breeches, and shoes, and had stars on his breast and a serene expression on his flat face. He spoke in that refined French in which our grandfathers not only spoke but thought, and with the gentle, patronizing intonation natural to a man of importance who had grown old in society and at court. He went up to Anna Pavlovna, kissed her hand, presenting to her his bald, scented, and shining head, and complacently seated himself on the sofa.
“First of all, dear friend, tell me how you are. Set your friend’s mind at rest,” said he without altering his tone, beneath the politeness and affected sympathy of which indifference and even irony could be discerned.
“Can one be well while suffering morally? Can one be calm in times like these if one has any feeling?” said Anna Pavlovna. “You are staying the whole evening, I hope?”
“And the fete at the English ambassador’s? Today is Wednesday. I must put in an appearance there,” said the prince. “My daughter is coming for me to take me there.”
“I thought today’s fete had been canceled. I confess all these festivities and fireworks are becoming wearisome.”
“If they had known that you wished it, the entertainment would have been put off,” said the prince, who, like a wound-up clock, by force of habit said things he did not even wish to be believed.
“Don’t tease! Well, and what has been decided about Novosiltsev’s dispatch? You know everything.”
“What can one say about it?” replied the prince in a cold, listless tone. “What has been decided? They have decided that Buonaparte has burnt his boats, and I believe that we are ready to burn ours.”
Prince Vasili always spoke languidly, like an actor repeating a stale part. Anna Pavlovna Scherer on the contrary, despite her forty years, overflowed with animation and impulsiveness. To be an enthusiast had become her social vocation and, sometimes even when she did not feel like it, she became enthusiastic in order not to disappoint the expectations of those who knew her. The subdued smile which, though it did not suit her faded features, always played round her lips expressed, as in a spoiled child, a continual consciousness of her charming defect, which she neither wished, nor could, nor considered it necessary, to correct.
In the midst of a conversation on political matters Anna Pavlovna burst out:
“Oh, don’t speak to me of Austria. Perhaps I don’t understand things, but Austria never has wished, and does not wish, for war. She is betraying us! Russia alone must save Europe. Our gracious sovereign recognizes his high vocation and will be true to it. That is the one thing I have faith in! Our good and wonderful sovereign has to perform the noblest role on earth, and he is so virtuous and noble that God will not forsake him. He will fulfill his vocation and crush the hydra of revolution, which has become more terrible than ever in the person of this murderer and villain! We alone must avenge the blood of the just one…. Whom, I ask you, can we rely on?… England with her commercial spirit will not and cannot understand the Emperor Alexander’s loftiness of soul. She has refused to evacuate Malta. She wanted to find, and still seeks, some secret motive in our actions. What answer did Novosiltsev get? None. The English have not understood and cannot understand the self-abnegation of our Emperor who wants nothing for himself, but only desires the good of mankind. And what have they promised? Nothing! And what little they have promised they will not perform! Prussia has always declared that Buonaparte is invincible, and that all Europe is powerless before him…. And I don’t believe a word that Hardenburg says, or Haugwitz either. This famous Prussian neutrality is just a trap. I have faith only in God and the lofty destiny of our adored monarch. He will save Europe!”
She suddenly paused, smiling at her own impetuosity.
“I think,” said the prince with a smile, “that if you had been sent instead of our dear Wintzingerode you would have captured the King of Prussia’s consent by assault. You are so eloquent. Will you give me a cup of tea?”
“In a moment. A propos,” she added, becoming calm again, “I am expecting two very interesting men tonight, le Vicomte de Mortemart, who is connected with the Montmorencys through the Rohans, one of the best French families. He is one of the genuine emigres, the good ones. And also the Abbe Morio. Do you know that profound thinker? He has been received by the Emperor. Had you heard?”
“I shall be delighted to meet them,” said the prince. “But tell me,” he added with studied carelessness as if it had only just occurred to him, though the question he was about to ask was the chief motive of his visit, “is it true that the Dowager Empress wants Baron Funke to be appointed first secretary at Vienna? The baron by all accounts is a poor creature.”
Prince Vasili wished to obtain this post for his son, but others were trying through the Dowager Empress Marya Fedorovna to secure it for the baron.
Anna Pavlovna almost closed her eyes to indicate that neither she nor anyone else had a right to criticize what the Empress desired or was pleased with.
“Baron Funke has been recommended to the Dowager Empress by her sister,” was all she said, in a dry and mournful tone.
As she named the Empress, Anna Pavlovna’s face suddenly assumed an expression of profound and sincere devotion and respect mingled with sadness, and this occurred every time she mentioned her illustrious patroness. She added that Her Majesty had deigned to show Baron Funke beaucoup d’estime, and again her face clouded over with sadness.
The prince was silent and looked indifferent. But, with the womanly and courtierlike quickness and tact habitual to her, Anna Pavlovna wished both to rebuke him (for daring to speak he had done of a man recommended to the Empress) and at the same time to console him, so she said:
“Now about your family. Do you know that since your daughter came out everyone has been enraptured by her? They say she is amazingly beautiful.”
The prince bowed to signify his respect and gratitude.
“I often think,” she continued after a short pause, drawing nearer to the prince and smiling amiably at him as if to show that political and social topics were ended and the time had come for intimate conversation- “I often think how unfairly sometimes the joys of life are distributed. Why has fate given you two such splendid children? I don’t speak of Anatole, your youngest. I don’t like him,” she added in a tone admitting of no rejoinder and raising her eyebrows. “Two such charming children. And really you appreciate them less than anyone, and so you don’t deserve to have them.”
And she smiled her ecstatic smile.
“I can’t help it,” said the prince. “Lavater would have said I lack the bump of paternity.”
“Don’t joke; I mean to have a serious talk with you. Do you know I am dissatisfied with your younger son? Between ourselves” (and her face assumed its melancholy expression), “he was mentioned at Her Majesty’s and you were pitied….”
The prince answered nothing, but she looked at him significantly, awaiting a reply. He frowned.
“What would you have me do?” he said at last. “You know I did all a father could for their education, and they have both turned out fools. Hippolyte is at least a quiet fool, but Anatole is an active one. That is the only difference between them.” He said this smiling in a way more natural and animated than usual, so that the wrinkles round his mouth very clearly revealed something unexpectedly coarse and unpleasant.
“And why are children born to such men as you? If you were not a father there would be nothing I could reproach you with,” said Anna Pavlovna, looking up pensively.
“I am your faithful slave and to you alone I can confess that my children are the bane of my life. It is the cross I have to bear. That is how I explain it to myself. It can’t be helped!”
He said no more, but expressed his resignation to cruel fate by a gesture. Anna Pavlovna meditated.
“Have you never thought of marrying your prodigal son Anatole?” she asked. “They say old maids have a mania for matchmaking, and though I don’t feel that weakness in myself as yet,I know a little person who is very unhappy with her father. She is a relation of yours, Princess Mary Bolkonskaya.”
Prince Vasili did not reply, though, with the quickness of memory and perception befitting a man of the world, he indicated by a movement of the head that he was considering this information.
“Do you know,” he said at last, evidently unable to check the sad current of his thoughts, “that Anatole is costing me forty thousand rubles a year? And,” he went on after a pause, “what will it be in five years, if he goes on like this?” Presently he added: “That’s what we fathers have to put up with…. Is this princess of yours rich?”
“Her father is very rich and stingy. He lives in the country. He is the well-known Prince Bolkonski who had to retire from the army under the late Emperor, and was nicknamed ‘the King of Prussia.’ He is very clever but eccentric, and a bore. The poor girl is very unhappy. She has a brother; I think you know him, he married Lise Meinen lately. He is an aide-de-camp of Kutuzov’s and will be here tonight.”
“Listen, dear Annette,” said the prince, suddenly taking Anna Pavlovna’s hand and for some reason drawing it downwards. “Arrange that affair for me and I shall always be your most devoted slave- slafe wigh an f, as a village elder of mine writes in his reports. She is rich and of good family and that’s all I want.”
And with the familiarity and easy grace peculiar to him, he raised the maid of honor’s hand to his lips, kissed it, and swung it to and fro as he lay back in his armchair, looking in another direction.
“Attendez,” said Anna Pavlovna, reflecting, “I’ll speak to Lise, young Bolkonski’s wife, this very evening, and perhaps the thing can be arranged. It shall be on your family’s behalf that I’ll start my apprenticeship as old maid.”
“Well, Prince, so Genoa and Lucca are now just family estates of the Buonapartes. But I warn you, if you don’t tell me that this means war, if you still try to defend the infamies and horrors perpetrated by that Antichrist- I really believe he is Antichrist- I will have nothing more to do with you and you are no longer my friend, no longer my ‘faithful slave,’ as you call yourself! But how do you do? I see I have frightened you- sit down and tell me all the news.”
It was in July, 1805, and the speaker was the well-known Anna Pavlovna Scherer, maid of honor and favorite of the Empress Marya Fedorovna. With these words she greeted Prince Vasili Kuragin, a man of high rank and importance, who was the first to arrive at her reception. Anna Pavlovna had had a cough for some days. She was, as she said, suffering from la grippe; grippe being then a new word in St. Petersburg, used only by the elite.
All her invitations without exception, written in French, and delivered by a scarlet-liveried footman that morning, ran as follows:
“If you have nothing better to do, Count [or Prince], and if the prospect of spending an evening with a poor invalid is not too terrible, I shall be very charmed to see you tonight between 7 and 10- Annette Scherer.”
“Heavens! what a virulent attack!” replied the prince, not in the least disconcerted by this reception. He had just entered, wearing an embroidered court uniform, knee breeches, and shoes, and had stars on his breast and a serene expression on his flat face. He spoke in that refined French in which our grandfathers not only spoke but thought, and with the gentle, patronizing intonation natural to a man of importance who had grown old in society and at court. He went up to Anna Pavlovna, kissed her hand, presenting to her his bald, scented, and shining head, and complacently seated himself on the sofa.
“First of all, dear friend, tell me how you are. Set your friend’s mind at rest,” said he without altering his tone, beneath the politeness and affected sympathy of which indifference and even irony could be discerned.
“Can one be well while suffering morally? Can one be calm in times like these if one has any feeling?” said Anna Pavlovna. “You are staying the whole evening, I hope?”
“And the fete at the English ambassador’s? Today is Wednesday. I must put in an appearance there,” said the prince. “My daughter is coming for me to take me there.”
“I thought today’s fete had been canceled. I confess all these festivities and fireworks are becoming wearisome.”
“If they had known that you wished it, the entertainment would have been put off,” said the prince, who, like a wound-up clock, by force of habit said things he did not even wish to be believed.
“Don’t tease! Well, and what has been decided about Novosiltsev’s dispatch? You know everything.”
“What can one say about it?” replied the prince in a cold, listless tone. “What has been decided? They have decided that Buonaparte has burnt his boats, and I believe that we are ready to burn ours.”
Prince Vasili always spoke languidly, like an actor repeating a stale part. Anna Pavlovna Scherer on the contrary, despite her forty years, overflowed with animation and impulsiveness. To be an enthusiast had become her social vocation and, sometimes even when she did not feel like it, she became enthusiastic in order not to disappoint the expectations of those who knew her. The subdued smile which, though it did not suit her faded features, always played round her lips expressed, as in a spoiled child, a continual consciousness of her charming defect, which she neither wished, nor could, nor considered it necessary, to correct.
In the midst of a conversation on political matters Anna Pavlovna burst out:
“Oh, don’t speak to me of Austria. Perhaps I don’t understand things, but Austria never has wished, and does not wish, for war. She is betraying us! Russia alone must save Europe. Our gracious sovereign recognizes his high vocation and will be true to it. That is the one thing I have faith in! Our good and wonderful sovereign has to perform the noblest role on earth, and he is so virtuous and noble that God will not forsake him. He will fulfill his vocation and crush the hydra of revolution, which has become more terrible than ever in the person of this murderer and villain! We alone must avenge the blood of the just one…. Whom, I ask you, can we rely on?… England with her commercial spirit will not and cannot understand the Emperor Alexander’s loftiness of soul. She has refused to evacuate Malta. She wanted to find, and still seeks, some secret motive in our actions. What answer did Novosiltsev get? None. The English have not understood and cannot understand the self-abnegation of our Emperor who wants nothing for himself, but only desires the good of mankind. And what have they promised? Nothing! And what little they have promised they will not perform! Prussia has always declared that Buonaparte is invincible, and that all Europe is powerless before him…. And I don’t believe a word that Hardenburg says, or Haugwitz either. This famous Prussian neutrality is just a trap. I have faith only in God and the lofty destiny of our adored monarch. He will save Europe!”
She suddenly paused, smiling at her own impetuosity.
“I think,” said the prince with a smile, “that if you had been sent instead of our dear Wintzingerode you would have captured the King of Prussia’s consent by assault. You are so eloquent. Will you give me a cup of tea?”
“In a moment. A propos,” she added, becoming calm again, “I am expecting two very interesting men tonight, le Vicomte de Mortemart, who is connected with the Montmorencys through the Rohans, one of the best French families. He is one of the genuine emigres, the good ones. And also the Abbe Morio. Do you know that profound thinker? He has been received by the Emperor. Had you heard?”
“I shall be delighted to meet them,” said the prince. “But tell me,” he added with studied carelessness as if it had only just occurred to him, though the question he was about to ask was the chief motive of his visit, “is it true that the Dowager Empress wants Baron Funke to be appointed first secretary at Vienna? The baron by all accounts is a poor creature.”
Prince Vasili wished to obtain this post for his son, but others were trying through the Dowager Empress Marya Fedorovna to secure it for the baron.
Anna Pavlovna almost closed her eyes to indicate that neither she nor anyone else had a right to criticize what the Empress desired or was pleased with.
“Baron Funke has been recommended to the Dowager Empress by her sister,” was all she said, in a dry and mournful tone.
As she named the Empress, Anna Pavlovna’s face suddenly assumed an expression of profound and sincere devotion and respect mingled with sadness, and this occurred every time she mentioned her illustrious patroness. She added that Her Majesty had deigned to show Baron Funke beaucoup d’estime, and again her face clouded over with sadness.
The prince was silent and looked indifferent. But, with the womanly and courtierlike quickness and tact habitual to her, Anna Pavlovna wished both to rebuke him (for daring to speak he had done of a man recommended to the Empress) and at the same time to console him, so she said:
“Now about your family. Do you know that since your daughter came out everyone has been enraptured by her? They say she is amazingly beautiful.”
The prince bowed to signify his respect and gratitude.
“I often think,” she continued after a short pause, drawing nearer to the prince and smiling amiably at him as if to show that political and social topics were ended and the time had come for intimate conversation- “I often think how unfairly sometimes the joys of life are distributed. Why has fate given you two such splendid children? I don’t speak of Anatole, your youngest. I don’t like him,” she added in a tone admitting of no rejoinder and raising her eyebrows. “Two such charming children. And really you appreciate them less than anyone, and so you don’t deserve to have them.”
And she smiled her ecstatic smile.
“I can’t help it,” said the prince. “Lavater would have said I lack the bump of paternity.”
“Don’t joke; I mean to have a serious talk with you. Do you know I am dissatisfied with your younger son? Between ourselves” (and her face assumed its melancholy expression), “he was mentioned at Her Majesty’s and you were pitied….”
The prince answered nothing, but she looked at him significantly, awaiting a reply. He frowned.
“What would you have me do?” he said at last. “You know I did all a father could for their education, and they have both turned out fools. Hippolyte is at least a quiet fool, but Anatole is an active one. That is the only difference between them.” He said this smiling in a way more natural and animated than usual, so that the wrinkles round his mouth very clearly revealed something unexpectedly coarse and unpleasant.
“And why are children born to such men as you? If you were not a father there would be nothing I could reproach you with,” said Anna Pavlovna, looking up pensively.
“I am your faithful slave and to you alone I can confess that my children are the bane of my life. It is the cross I have to bear. That is how I explain it to myself. It can’t be helped!”
He said no more, but expressed his resignation to cruel fate by a gesture. Anna Pavlovna meditated.
“Have you never thought of marrying your prodigal son Anatole?” she asked. “They say old maids have a mania for matchmaking, and though I don’t feel that weakness in myself as yet,I know a little person who is very unhappy with her father. She is a relation of yours, Princess Mary Bolkonskaya.”
Prince Vasili did not reply, though, with the quickness of memory and perception befitting a man of the world, he indicated by a movement of the head that he was considering this information.
“Do you know,” he said at last, evidently unable to check the sad current of his thoughts, “that Anatole is costing me forty thousand rubles a year? And,” he went on after a pause, “what will it be in five years, if he goes on like this?” Presently he added: “That’s what we fathers have to put up with…. Is this princess of yours rich?”
“Her father is very rich and stingy. He lives in the country. He is the well-known Prince Bolkonski who had to retire from the army under the late Emperor, and was nicknamed ‘the King of Prussia.’ He is very clever but eccentric, and a bore. The poor girl is very unhappy. She has a brother; I think you know him, he married Lise Meinen lately. He is an aide-de-camp of Kutuzov’s and will be here tonight.”
“Listen, dear Annette,” said the prince, suddenly taking Anna Pavlovna’s hand and for some reason drawing it downwards. “Arrange that affair for me and I shall always be your most devoted slave- slafe wigh an f, as a village elder of mine writes in his reports. She is rich and of good family and that’s all I want.”
And with the familiarity and easy grace peculiar to him, he raised the maid of honor’s hand to his lips, kissed it, and swung it to and fro as he lay back in his armchair, looking in another direction.
“Attendez,” said Anna Pavlovna, reflecting, “I’ll speak to Lise, young Bolkonski’s wife, this very evening, and perhaps the thing can be arranged. It shall be on your family’s behalf that I’ll start my apprenticeship as old maid.”
“Well, Prince, so Genoa and Lucca are now just family estates of the Buonapartes. But I warn you, if you don’t tell me that this means war, if you still try to defend the infamies and horrors perpetrated by that Antichrist- I really believe he is Antichrist- I will have nothing more to do with you and you are no longer my friend, no longer my ‘faithful slave,’ as you call yourself! But how do you do? I see I have frightened you- sit down and tell me all the news.”
It was in July, 1805, and the speaker was the well-known Anna Pavlovna Scherer, maid of honor and favorite of the Empress Marya Fedorovna. With these words she greeted Prince Vasili Kuragin, a man of high rank and importance, who was the first to arrive at her reception. Anna Pavlovna had had a cough for some days. She was, as she said, suffering from la grippe; grippe being then a new word in St. Petersburg, used only by the elite.
All her invitations without exception, written in French, and delivered by a scarlet-liveried footman that morning, ran as follows:
“If you have nothing better to do, Count [or Prince], and if the prospect of spending an evening with a poor invalid is not too terrible, I shall be very charmed to see you tonight between 7 and 10- Annette Scherer.”
“Heavens! what a virulent attack!” replied the prince, not in the least disconcerted by this reception. He had just entered, wearing an embroidered court uniform, knee breeches, and shoes, and had stars on his breast and a serene expression on his flat face. He spoke in that refined French in which our grandfathers not only spoke but thought, and with the gentle, patronizing intonation natural to a man of importance who had grown old in society and at court. He went up to Anna Pavlovna, kissed her hand, presenting to her his bald, scented, and shining head, and complacently seated himself on the sofa.
“First of all, dear friend, tell me how you are. Set your friend’s mind at rest,” said he without altering his tone, beneath the politeness and affected sympathy of which indifference and even irony could be discerned.
“Can one be well while suffering morally? Can one be calm in times like these if one has any feeling?” said Anna Pavlovna. “You are staying the whole evening, I hope?”
“And the fete at the English ambassador’s? Today is Wednesday. I must put in an appearance there,” said the prince. “My daughter is coming for me to take me there.”
“I thought today’s fete had been canceled. I confess all these festivities and fireworks are becoming wearisome.”
“If they had known that you wished it, the entertainment would have been put off,” said the prince, who, like a wound-up clock, by force of habit said things he did not even wish to be believed.
“Don’t tease! Well, and what has been decided about Novosiltsev’s dispatch? You know everything.”
“What can one say about it?” replied the prince in a cold, listless tone. “What has been decided? They have decided that Buonaparte has burnt his boats, and I believe that we are ready to burn ours.”
Prince Vasili always spoke languidly, like an actor repeating a stale part. Anna Pavlovna Scherer on the contrary, despite her forty years, overflowed with animation and impulsiveness. To be an enthusiast had become her social vocation and, sometimes even when she did not feel like it, she became enthusiastic in order not to disappoint the expectations of those who knew her. The subdued smile which, though it did not suit her faded features, always played round her lips expressed, as in a spoiled child, a continual consciousness of her charming defect, which she neither wished, nor could, nor considered it necessary, to correct.
In the midst of a conversation on political matters Anna Pavlovna burst out:
“Oh, don’t speak to me of Austria. Perhaps I don’t understand things, but Austria never has wished, and does not wish, for war. She is betraying us! Russia alone must save Europe. Our gracious sovereign recognizes his high vocation and will be true to it. That is the one thing I have faith in! Our good and wonderful sovereign has to perform the noblest role on earth, and he is so virtuous and noble that God will not forsake him. He will fulfill his vocation and crush the hydra of revolution, which has become more terrible than ever in the person of this murderer and villain! We alone must avenge the blood of the just one…. Whom, I ask you, can we rely on?… England with her commercial spirit will not and cannot understand the Emperor Alexander’s loftiness of soul. She has refused to evacuate Malta. She wanted to find, and still seeks, some secret motive in our actions. What answer did Novosiltsev get? None. The English have not understood and cannot understand the self-abnegation of our Emperor who wants nothing for himself, but only desires the good of mankind. And what have they promised? Nothing! And what little they have promised they will not perform! Prussia has always declared that Buonaparte is invincible, and that all Europe is powerless before him…. And I don’t believe a word that Hardenburg says, or Haugwitz either. This famous Prussian neutrality is just a trap. I have faith only in God and the lofty destiny of our adored monarch. He will save Europe!”
She suddenly paused, smiling at her own impetuosity.
“I think,” said the prince with a smile, “that if you had been sent instead of our dear Wintzingerode you would have captured the King of Prussia’s consent by assault. You are so eloquent. Will you give me a cup of tea?”
“In a moment. A propos,” she added, becoming calm again, “I am expecting two very interesting men tonight, le Vicomte de Mortemart, who is connected with the Montmorencys through the Rohans, one of the best French families. He is one of the genuine emigres, the good ones. And also the Abbe Morio. Do you know that profound thinker? He has been received by the Emperor. Had you heard?”
“I shall be delighted to meet them,” said the prince. “But tell me,” he added with studied carelessness as if it had only just occurred to him, though the question he was about to ask was the chief motive of his visit, “is it true that the Dowager Empress wants Baron Funke to be appointed first secretary at Vienna? The baron by all accounts is a poor creature.”
Prince Vasili wished to obtain this post for his son, but others were trying through the Dowager Empress Marya Fedorovna to secure it for the baron.
Anna Pavlovna almost closed her eyes to indicate that neither she nor anyone else had a right to criticize what the Empress desired or was pleased with.
“Baron Funke has been recommended to the Dowager Empress by her sister,” was all she said, in a dry and mournful tone.
As she named the Empress, Anna Pavlovna’s face suddenly assumed an expression of profound and sincere devotion and respect mingled with sadness, and this occurred every time she mentioned her illustrious patroness. She added that Her Majesty had deigned to show Baron Funke beaucoup d’estime, and again her face clouded over with sadness.
The prince was silent and looked indifferent. But, with the womanly and courtierlike quickness and tact habitual to her, Anna Pavlovna wished both to rebuke him (for daring to speak he had done of a man recommended to the Empress) and at the same time to console him, so she said:
“Now about your family. Do you know that since your daughter came out everyone has been enraptured by her? They say she is amazingly beautiful.”
The prince bowed to signify his respect and gratitude.
“I often think,” she continued after a short pause, drawing nearer to the prince and smiling amiably at him as if to show that political and social topics were ended and the time had come for intimate conversation- “I often think how unfairly sometimes the joys of life are distributed. Why has fate given you two such splendid chil
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July 15th, 2008 at 11:08 am
yes indeed these pro isreal neo cons have been planning this action for years …jews , christians vs the muslims ,, all about protecting the false state of israel ,, fucking jews
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July 15th, 2008 at 11:14 am
Recruit youtube celebrities to make anti-New World Order videos.
July 15th, 2008 at 11:17 am
Hope there is a moderator here. Someone doesnt want the thread to continue
July 15th, 2008 at 11:20 am
Steve,
Glad to know the Russians are keeping you updated on their plans. Are the offering you a free trip to Russia or Tehran?
BTW, just where would that story be in the Bible, since it’s there so many times? Oh, sorry to have bothered you. Go back to playing video games.
July 15th, 2008 at 11:20 am
If they stage another attack they will be caught. More and more people are waking up. I tell all my friends to prepare for what’s coming and that it is NO ACCIDENT! We need to bring these criminals to justice.
July 15th, 2008 at 11:21 am
You think Ventura eats cock?
July 15th, 2008 at 11:22 am
Ventura?
Loved him when he played for the White Sox.
July 15th, 2008 at 11:22 am
could’nt agree more george!
July 15th, 2008 at 11:26 am
I’m glad Ventura is aware of 911 and the psyche of the NeoCons and the possibility of another staged attack. Just like Alex said, it’s like hitting a bee hive with a baseball bat. Fake patriotism will skyrocket for awhile and all the blood thirsty fools will be celebrating us nuking them with no thought of the millions of innocent lives taken. Another one of Satan’s lies and no thought to the consequences of the fallout. As long as people have their Survivor and Pro Sports, they will just go along with the program.
July 15th, 2008 at 11:26 am
I do believe 100% that they will try something before the next election. I respect Jesse Venutra and his decision not to run. I understand that his family should come first, because when the end comes (as we know it) who would you rather be with? He’s still fighting, but now he’s just fighting for his family and not the idiot public, they don’t desereve it, if they’re still sleeping, even now, then there’s no hope for them.
July 15th, 2008 at 11:47 am
Jesse Ventura is a veteran and has always been on the side of the Constitution of the United States of America. I’d follow Jesse Ventura into battle and fight for the Constitution any day of the week.
LIVE FREE OR DIE
July 15th, 2008 at 12:01 pm
Jesse is a coward. He wouldn’t face the voters and run for a second term, because his approval ratings were so low. We lived through it in Minnesota once, and it’d never happen again. He spent his entire term enriching himself in an orgy of self promotion on the national talk show circuit, the XFL, and merchandising. His new book’s title, “Don’t Start the Revolution Without Me” is ridiculous. He had a shot, squandered it, and just pulled this “will he or won’t he” promotion to sell more books. What an a**hole.
July 15th, 2008 at 12:12 pm
Thought I would post this again. Let’s not underestimate the mind of God. He has promised to preserve the righteous, even by fire. Let us not be amazed then, if the fire originates from Russia. RATHER, let us be prepared to pick up the pieces and RESTORE The Constitution as the supreme law of the land. A beacon of life, liberty and happiness to all honest folk around the world. This WILL be the greatest endeavor in history. Greater than the War of Independence. Then my friends, once we have re-established the Republic, let us teach our children and grandchildren an everlasting hatred for the NeoCons and their like.
For as sure as the rain falls, the NeoCons and their like, will sprout up like the weeds they are. Again, let us teach our children to recognize their kind, and to know that only death and destruction follow in their wake.
July 15th, 2008 at 12:13 pm
The worrying fact is that neo-fascist-cons may:
-stage nuke event in a US city
-use it as a pretext for introducing complete marcial law (those scums dream!), thus, asuring themselves free from the pending investigations of their crimes and loss of power
-use it as a pretext to blame “iran” and thus proceed striking it and advancing further their megalomaniac “world-fascit-regime/order” crap…
But, on the Other hand, Alex has awaken millions of masses and now people know who to blame for stage events, so if the scum dare to stage a nuke there may be a civil war for you can’t fool people once they’re awake…
!!!freedom forever!!!
July 15th, 2008 at 12:24 pm
Matthew
July 15,2008
Anyone else here think that Matthew is a douche bag?
July 15th, 2008 at 12:41 pm
Your not seeing the larger picture. What they want is a war with Russia. Which war would knock North America, Europe(including Russia), back to the middle ages. They then plan on their beloved New World Order rising from the ashes Phoenix like from the ashes. Make no misstake about it, your lives mean nothing to them.
All we are to them is a source of hamburger for war, or collateral damage.
When the War comes, and its as sure as rain, we need to be ready to restore the Republib. While that happens, and it will, we need to be able to deal with the NeoCons and their like very harshly. I forsee that many of the NeoCon traitors will have to be put to the sword.
When our children and grandchildren read about our time, they will marvel at how we were able to succeed against such overwhelming odds…and we will truthfully and humbly give God the glory.
July 15th, 2008 at 1:07 pm
It is what it is. What is your.our goal?
July 15th, 2008 at 1:07 pm
So what is the ultimate goal for us who are willing to stand up against the elite. What are we suppose to do? I’ve asked many people this question, the answer… pursuit of happiness, freedom… from what? What is it we are suppose to do. Live like the natives once have/ I am not trying to be cocky just really curious about the future and reality… I am hope I am making sense. My trying to attack anyone, honestly.
July 15th, 2008 at 1:18 pm
You ALL make very good,valid points. However, I must say to Neil that, as a journalist and writer for 20-some years, there is this thing called PROOF READING your work. If you have a valid point to make, PLEASE proof read your writing, otherwise people will not take you as seriously. WE the People expect that from the likes of Mr. Bush, but not OUR Army, because WE should ALL hold ourselves to a MUCH Higher standard.
And for the Record: “The WAR” began looooonnng before any of us were here. It started 1,000’s of years ago when Satan and his rebellious angels tried to stage a “Coup d’tat” against GOD and Heaven, and were cast out. It’s been raging ever since. What is coming next is just the “Grand Finale,” GOD’s Promise and Plan in action.
But for now, we will see the fruits of Albert Pike and his Illuminist Masters’ “Grand Plan” for Three PLANNED World Wars to create their synthesis – The NEW WORLD ORDER. NOT in America, and NOT on OUR Watch!!! WE the People have not yet begun to FIGHT! If they want a “war,” then I say lets give ‘em one, the likes of which they have NEVER seen before. Do you hear Paul Revere calling? Do you hear Gabriel’s Trumpet? Do you look to the Horizon, for Your Redeemer Livith and draweth NIGH?! I DO. Prepere the WAY of the Lord and make HIS paths straight. Jesus is at the Door to Rapture HIS Church, but who among YOU will let HIM in? WE are the Key to turn the lock.
It is as our Founding Fathers wrote in the famed document that gave US Our Freedom and Independence, The Declaration of Independence:
“But when a long Train of Abuses and Usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object, evinces a Design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their Right, it is their Duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future Security.” This means that if there is something very wrong with the Powers that Be, those who have the ability to take action, have the responsibility to do so. But what happens when the Oppressed becomes the Oppressor? What WOULD Jesus do? ReVoluTion 2.0.
“The Revolution starts NOW – in your OWN backyard, in your OWN hometown…”, “The Revolution Starts Now,” – Steve Earle
July 15th, 2008 at 1:37 pm
So, the ziojew israeli bush terrorists are contemplating a 9/11 pt. 2 inside job to stay in power and blame Iran or whoever? Imagine that.
More power to Jesse Ventura for having the bravery and decency to speak the truth. How long will it be before the zionists start labeling him “anti-semitic”? I only wish he were running for president because I would be the first in line to vote for him.
Luckily a few weeks ago the supreme court decided (5-4) that the right to keep and bear arms applies to individuals as well as militias (as they should have, after all militias are the people). Start purchasing all the guns and ammunition that you can-just in case you ever need it to defend yourselves and your families from tyranny and oppression (both foreign AND DOMESTIC). You have a constitutional right to do so. The founding fathers would be proud of you.
July 15th, 2008 at 1:51 pm
NOBama2008!
ARE YOU THINKING OF VOTING FOR OBAMA?
Please check out these websites:
http://www.ExposeObama.com
http://hcsfjm.com
ALSO…
OBAMA’S WIFE SAYS HE’LL FIGHT FOR GAY EQUALITY:
http://www.cbsnews.com/stories.....6122.shtml
BARACK OBAMA’S HALF BROTHER MALIK SAID THAT IF ELECTED HIS BROTHER WILL BE A GOOD PRESIDENT FOR THE JEWISH PEOPLE, DESPITE HIS MUSLIM BACKGROUND:
http://web.IsraelInsider.com/A...../12918.htm
OBAMA’S VOTING RECORD:
http://obama.senate.gov/votes/index.cfm?start=1
OBAMA NOT A U.S. CITIZEN:
http://urbanlegends.about.com/.....itizen.htm
OBAMA’S RELIGIOUS BELIEFS – HE SUGGESTS THAT JESUS IS NOT THE *ONLY* WAY TO HEAVEN:
http://www.ChristianPost.com/a.....heaven.htm
July 15th, 2008 at 2:45 pm
If America fails as an Zionist empire,there is another Zionist regime waitng to take over–E.U.-Germany, France, Italy all have Jewish zionists in control.WWI WII and now pending WWIII.The Jews want to go after Russia 3rd time—we are FKD!
July 15th, 2008 at 3:23 pm
I’m growing fonder of Cynthia McKinney every day for President. She’s one tough gal and I’d love to see her shove Bonkers Ben and Hanky Panky and the other jerks around. With Cynthia we’re talking REAL CHANGE and some REAL FUN!
http://www.runcynthiarun.org/
http://www.allthingscynthiamckinney.com/
Rosanne Barr has endorsed Cynthia and said:
“The first woman in history to run as the nominee of a viable party is Cynthia McKinney of the Green Party. The Green party is the future of America. I do not think it matters who wins between Obama and McCain at all.”
July 15th, 2008 at 3:54 pm
Watch this about peak oil. http://video.google.com/videop.....7167011147
July 15th, 2008 at 4:19 pm
Steamboat: you stupid. The russians have told us over and over what theyre going to do. The story is all in the Bible. Read it. I suggest you start with Amos, Ezekiel, Isaiah, and Jeremiah. In fact, every book from Isaiah to the end of the OT tells about it except Jonah. The names are whack but the story is the same. And I dont play video games, theyre idols and the tv is the image of the beast.
Russian Threats:
http://en.rian.ru/analysis/20080129/97936766.html
http://en.rian.ru/russia/20080312/101160375.html
http://www.nwo101.com/2007/10/.....iewed.html
http://yournewreality.blogspot.....of-us.html
http://afp.google.com/article/.....SOwLVP_GXw
http://www.breitbart.com/artic....._article=1
And Chinas in on it too, they just keep secrets better:
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/new.....faced.html
July 15th, 2008 at 6:10 pm
Neil, you are right on about a soon coming nuclear attack from Russia. All the necessary signs are there. Steamboat, the best Biblical reference is Revelations, Chapter 18, up front, where Babylon (symbol for the US) is destroyed by fire in one hour. That prophecy perfectly fits today’s US and has been revealed as such to many Americans in dreams, me included. Skeptics always laugh those with the truth to scorn and then pay one hell of a price for their stupidity. Take it to the bank, the day of America’s near total destruction is at hand, not from bin Laden or other Washington manufactured terrorists but from Vladimir Putin, the man with the Big Stick and the means and will to use it. He and his military leaders are through talking. They await Bush’s trumped up attack on Iran to strike. The next voice you hear from Moscow will be the shriek of incoming missiles and the awful, thunderous blasts of nuclear weapons. Be ready or be eternally sorry. Period. Jesse, we love you for a million reasons. Thanks for standing tall when it counted. Who in his right mind would want to enter that snakepit called the US Congress anyway? You have paid your dues a thousand times. Go rest in peace, joy and contentment with family members in these final days. They love and deserve you; Washington does not.
July 15th, 2008 at 8:11 pm
They’ll do it again because they got away with it the first time.
July 15th, 2008 at 8:21 pm
I THINK THE SO CALLED U S HAS NO BUSINESS AT ALL OVER SEAS .
IF ALL THOSE COUNTRYS WOULD GANG UP AND RUN THE BULLY OUT HE WOULD GO , AND NEVER COME BACK. ARE THEY BLINED, THIS CROCKED U S GOVERNMENT IS TO KILL AND TO STILL , IN THE NAME OF PEACE . LIES !
IF OUR ARMED FORCES WOULD JUST STAND DOWN AND TELL BUSH GO TO HELL .
PAID KILLERS ARE BOTH SIDES, MONEY, NO MONEY NO WAR .
AND IF BUSH IS SPYING ON THIS, SPY THIS ( KISS MY ASS MURDERING BASTURD ) I WOULD NOT FIGHT FOR YOUR MA MA ! .
July 15th, 2008 at 8:30 pm
Generation Y are thought to have more in common with the Federation Generation (1901-1924) than any other generation.
This is because both generations are defined as “Civics”, and these people are characterised as wealth creators and nation builders.[19] According to US authors William Strauss and Neil Howe in “Millennials Rising”, they have been referred to as a generation of “institution builders” and “civic minded heroes”…
Millennials Rising… we are the ones… genaration y….
we will bring change… we can handle the truth….
only genaration y… can handle the truth….
we will rise…..
millennials rising…. genaration x has failed to protect us….
July 15th, 2008 at 9:07 pm
WHO WILL WIN THE DERBY THIS YEAR, I KNOW WHO WILL WIN THE INDY 500
July 16th, 2008 at 12:37 am
Something about Ventura scares the CIA and Mossad. Just look at how many of their paid Internet forum disinformation jockeys they’ve sent to respond negatively to this article and to clog the forum with bullshit.
July 16th, 2008 at 2:05 am
I love (you sick of it). You have said more than almost 6 billion people haven’t. Let’s hear it for a genius.
Everyone else can stand around talking about taking Bush and Dick Cheney from place of power. But not a single one of you have even made the move. Bush is so impeachable no one can touch him. And thats how the devil gets his last laugh.
Lets hear it for the Genius and the lemmings.
Love ya,
Michael the Archangel
July 16th, 2008 at 3:09 am
the goverment will do what they want, when they want….
look even if one of us got into power to change things,,, how long do you think you can hold onto that power….
the elite run everything… if they want you out,,, then your out.
suddam hussain,,, slobodan milosevic and many more didn’t last…
it is the elites game, and you have to play by there rules…. So nothing will ever change, it will only change for the worse…
the people have to be given an 2 options….
#1 your with the people and god….
#2 or your with the goverment and devil…
so your with us or against us….
the majority will stand with the people….
July 16th, 2008 at 3:31 am
There is an unwritten principle that underlines all the Scriptures in the Bible. It can be summead up in these two sayings.
1. Do your best, and the Lord will do the rest.
2. Pray like its all up to God, and work like its up to you.
Yes there are times coning such as have never been seen before on the face of the earth.
We need to keep in mind, that a pessimistic attitude doesnt tend to win wars. If we are united in a good cause, the Lord will make a way. Just like he did many times during the War of Independence. Even then it took everything they had, to win. The Lord blessed them in their extremities. When they had given their all, in blood and treasure, then the Lord stepped in. Ranting and raving is not conducive to the Spirit of the Lord. We need to be steady, reliable, and determined to live the Constitution and it principles in our lives, come what may. The greatest principle to remember is the rule of Law. We dont need to go off half cocked, breaking the Laws and we hold most dear.
July 16th, 2008 at 3:49 am
neil there is another little bible reading….
Psalm 117 Is the shortest chapter in the Bible
Psalm 119 Is the longest chapter in the Bible
Psalm 118 This chapter is at the centre of the Bible
There are 594 chapters in the Bible before Psalm 118
There are 594 chapters in the Bible after Psalm 118
1188 chapters. This number can be split 118-8 or Psalm 118:8…
Psalm 118:8 “It is better to trust in the Lord than to put confidence in man. “
July 16th, 2008 at 6:40 am
GOD does not approve of any war or wars no matter what they are for. Wars just cause more hate, suffering and segrigation. I look around and I see a very uncivilized race, we are nothing but a blind and sleeping race. I understand that many people think that they have woken up but most are still blinded by the darkness. We have strade of the path of light many thousands of years ago. There are only a few million of us LIGHTWORKERS ON THE PLANET, and i feel that we need many more people to joins us to rid EARTH(THE PLANET OF SORROWS) OF THIS DARKNESS!! To all my brothers and sisters out there…THE TIME HAS COME TO TAKE A STAND AND TAKE BACK OUR PLANET IN THE NAME OF THE LIGHT!! I AM READY TO FIGHT FOR MY GOD GIVEN RIGHTS!!! FOR THOSE OF YOU THAT ARE ALSO READY, STAND UP AND JOIN ME TO FIGHT FOR THE LIGHT!! IT IS UP TO US GOD WONT DO IT FOR US BUT HE WILL GIVE US STRENGTH AND STAND BY OUR SIDE!!!
To the dark ones, you know how u are…you better come and get me for your time is up and you know this!!!! It’s our time now the time of the LIGHT TO TAKE BACK EARTH AND SHOW HUMANITY THE TRUE PATH, NOT THIS BULLSHIT YOU ALL FEED INTO OUR HEADS YOU ARE THE TERRORIST!!! STAND DONW WHILE YOU CAN TO SAVE YOURSELVES FROM THE VOID AND UNCREATION FOR IT HAS BEEN DECREED BY THE CREATOR!!! THIS IS IT AND YOU KNOW IT….SEE YOU SOON!!
IN MY OWN POWER AND THE POWER OF THE CREATOR!!!
LOVE, LIGHT AND PEACE ON EARTH!!!!
AND SO IT IS!!!
July 16th, 2008 at 7:44 am
Will all of you holy rollers get out, you have caused us all a great deal of trouble, now go to bed its past your bedtime oh and say your prayers.
July 16th, 2008 at 9:50 am
Iran War by March. I’m calling it.
July 16th, 2008 at 1:08 pm
The way for Iran to win the war: Imagine that Usrahel starts to drop some bombs. That a few Usrahel planes are taken down by the Russian air defense system. That Iran does nothing more back. The world knows that Iran can destroy Usrahel with its missiles, and the US airplane carriers in the Persian Gulf with its Russian Sunburn missiles. But imagine Iran say NO, we can be as evil as you are, but we are higher than that! Than Iran has won the war for me!
July 16th, 2008 at 1:36 pm
Alex: “How dumb does the Government think we are to sit there and tell us that we’re crazy to sit there and question the falling of those towers?”
Ventura: “Because they will win. You Notice there’s no other investigations happening, there aren’t gonna be any investigations happening…There will be nothing happening on 9/11 in my opinion. 9/11 is a buried done deal.”
—This Certianly Doesn’t Sound Like a Guy I want in My Corner Anyway
July 16th, 2008 at 3:13 pm
Looks like we might have to start the revolution with out him after all. It’s a shame really. I understand the concern he has for his family, and all that, but like Alex said to him, things like this call for sacrifice. I was truly shocked to hear him speak in those terms (”…they will win, northing’s happening on 9/11…”)
I really hate to say these types of things, but it seems to me that he’s been “warned”, and is now staying away from the political arena. He could have been one of the strongest voices out there.
It’s a shame, a damn shame.
July 16th, 2008 at 5:36 pm
If you can give up your life for freedom than you gain everything for those left behind.
July 16th, 2008 at 8:52 pm
Why cant we all live in peace?
Why does america have to make war?
WE NEED MORE PEACE MAKERS WORLDWIDE !!
July 16th, 2008 at 10:12 pm
may god help us from the anti crist blood thirsty demons
July 17th, 2008 at 10:11 am
A. Baldal wrote: The way for Iran to win the war: Imagine that Usrahel starts to drop some bombs. That a few Usrahel planes are taken down by the Russian air defense system. That Iran does nothing more back. The world knows that Iran can destroy Usrahel with its missiles, and the US airplane carriers in the Persian Gulf with its Russian Sunburn missiles. But imagine Iran say NO, we can be as evil as you are, but we are higher than that! Than Iran has won the war for me!
Although I doubt the reactive, Iranian government would allow themselves to appear–at least initially–as weak, I agree with your assessment. Sad that an American like myself should say Iran must prove itself to be “bigger than the US,” but that is the fact of the matter.
Thanks for stating the truth.
Ranee Decker
July 19th, 2008 at 8:05 am
This whole Iran thing is about more oil. Iran has just as mush to do with oil as Iraq and Saudi Arabia. Look at Iran on the map, they are right in the middle of a whole lot of importing/exporting of crude. The U.S. will not do anything out of fear that Iran will further disrupt supply- which is another reason why they are running nukes. They know they have us backed into a corner because we are so dependent on them.
How is “the war in Iraq taking it’s toll on the U.S. economy?” Wars bring in revenue for many many U.S. companies. So that is a load of bull right there.
July 19th, 2008 at 12:59 pm
chris harris
Why cant we all live in peace?
Why does america have to make war?
Answer:
“We have become a monster in the eyes of the whole world – a nation of bullies and bastards who would rather kill than live peacefully. We are not just whores for power and oil, but killer whores with hate and fear in our hearts. We are human scum, and that is how history will judge us… No redeeming social value. Just whores. Get out of our way, or we’ll kill you.” – Hunter S. Thompson
July 21st, 2008 at 7:22 pm
Hunter S Thompson is one of the most interesting writers to read of all time. I hate how he is segregated to being known for Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas like he has never written another book.
PS
War with Iran = Very bad Plan