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November 7, 2016

America’s policy elites are sleepwalkers,

in the way that historian Christopher Clark described Europe’s leaders in August 1914 on the eve of the First World War.
Five years and 500,000 corpses after the disastrous “Arab Spring” and the Libyan coup of 2011, the American elite still does not understand that today’s chaos in the Middle East is borne of American meddling. President Obama, Secretary of State Clinton, and the McCain mainstream of the Republican Party passionately believed that the Arab world had broken free of its tyrannical past and was en route to democracy. By destroying the old dictatorships, the United States simply opened the field to ethnic and sectarian war. Syria is in civil war, Iraq is close to it, and even Turkey is at risk. Donald Trump vs. the Sleepwalkers | PJ Media

Posted by gerardvanderleun at November 7, 2016 10:35 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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"American elite still does not understand that today’s chaos in the Middle East is borne of American meddling."

In 8th grade I knew a kid that was like that. He went out of his way to cause me and others grief. He always had a couple friends with him but they never participated. They mostly stood around laughing while he did the dastardly deeds. Nobody had anything good to say about him.

Once, he kicked the spokes out of my back bike wheel - I had to walk it home. Another time he gave me a dutch rub on the back of my head that still hurts. And always my money, usually less than a dollar in them days, was stolen - or else. And I usually got the or else too. It never mattered where I was, there he was, and he didn't care, and I didn't matter. I had one purpose in life, and that was to be his target.

Once, in the hardware section of Millers Dept store, I was going to buy some Estes model rocket igniters, and around the corner he came and his entourage. He snatched the igniters out of my hand and threw them several aisles over. Then he pushed me up against the shelves and called me names like motherfucker and dickhead and I just stood there looking down. I wasn't a fighter. Apparently he was. His friends laughed and encouraged him. He kicked it up a notch and started pushing me some more, then lightly slapping my head, then harder. Then he punched me in the stomach and it hurt. That solar plexus thing. More slapping. Fast slapping, back n forth. Couple punches to the face.

I don't remember how it happened exactly, but it did, and it was fast I guess. We were in the hardware section. They had replacement hammer handles. And that was where it went down.

I snatched up a wooden hammer handle and slammed Cevey Sutton on the side of the head. HARD. He went down. Screaming. There was blood. It was spurting out between his fingers. Crying and sobbing. Wailing. His friends were shocked and ran off. It was just him and me. More blood. More screaming and crying. Cursing. "I can't believe you hit me you asshole." He was in the fetal position on the floor with blood smeared all over the place, holding his head. And moaning loudly. I was scared.

I took off.
I ran all the way home and I don't think I stopped til I got there. I told my brother, and he said something like, "Good, I knew that motherfucker would get it someday but I never thought it would be you. Good job!" He had been victimized by Cevey too, many times. Everybody had.

Cevey was the kind of kid that everybody knew and everybody wished they didn't. He went to school whenever he wanted, was always in detention or suspended. Dressed sloppy and unkempt, hair was always a mess, and nobody knew exactly where he lived.

I never seen Cevey (see vee) after that, ever. Nobody ever knew what happened to him. Over the years I have seen similar people with similar results but I was never involved, just observed them from a distance.

There are people in this world that defy logic. They go out of their way to cause trouble for others and it never makes sense. It's like their only purpose is to bring misery to as many others as possible and the end result is always the same - they bring maximum grief to themselves. Always. Why can't they see the future as the rest of do? Do they think this time it will be diff?

There's a message in there some where, I think.
Peace, out.

Posted by: ghostsniper at November 7, 2016 12:43 PM

I wonder what Cevey's parents were like. Probably a couple POSs. As their parents probably were too. How is the cycle broken? Well hitting the marauder in the head probably helped. Maybe Ghost, you were the catalyst that changed his life for the better, but that is likely wishful thinking.

When I was almost 40, I was working part time at a liquor store that had some new shoplifting problems. Along with helping out around the store I was there to keep the merchandise from growing legs and leaving. One late Saturday a young man grabbed an 18 pack of beer and a liter of Bacardi 151 and hauled ass past the register and out the door. I gave chase and caught up with him behind the shopping center...the fight was on. I whipped his ass pretty good. When the cops got there he was arrested and they told me had had other warrants. All just petty stuff. He was 19 years old, no job, no school and just getting in trouble. At his bench trial he had no friends or parents with him and he was convicted of petty theft of something.

Funny thing was that a few months later I saw this kid working at a local grocery store.I saw him before he saw me, and when he recognized me, he kind of jumped. Yeah, that was a pretty good whipping. I saw him working there for quite some time, which made me hope that he had turned a corner in his life. Me or the threat of jail or a combination of the two was the catalyst to get him doing something positive in life. Maybe that hammer handle you put to the side of Cevey's head was just a catalyst for good.

Posted by: Snakepit Kansas at November 8, 2016 5:09 AM

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