Got this via my RSS feed, drawn by Armsrock. It looks simple, yo’d think it has not much meaning, but do read on before you decide.

Content written by Armsrock: 

they run the numbers and i shudder. estimated iraq death toll (march 2003 to june 2006) :

150.000.

more than 2 million refugees. but nobody can really point out the exact numbers, because, despite of what they want us to think, it is becoming more and more obvious that nobody has a clue to what the fuck is going on.

everybody knew it was a wasp nest. too much tension balancing on edge, a giant powder keg. and then, with muscle-play, instant fear, rapid preemptive strike, tactical genocide friendly-fire oil hunger…. it simply just blew up….and the wreck is still burning. and there is no way that anybody is going to fool me into believing that this is a controlled meltdown, no siree, i just aint buying that one, just as i aint buying any official claim about peacekeeping forces, common good and playing it straight. there is the things that they let us know, and we would be fools to be satisfied with that. there is so much dirty war going one that we will still be unraveling the yarns around the time the ice-caps melt…

but heellll, what am i yapping for, don’t we all feel safer now?

now that the bad guys are out there in the night being hunted down by gun-wielding high-tech super-soldiers, the mighty hands of the coalition of the killing. knowing that secret high-security prisons exist makes me sleep safer. electric communication has me thrilled after hearing that every word i write is being saved by government servers. warrant-less wiretaps and no-trail deportations (to strange foreign places where you are bound with electrical tape, stomped and sat on, just for safe measure…) makes me wanna settle down and raise a family. safe. the secret police are taking names and numbers and it is all for our protection. us, we, the west. children of the devil-takes-the-last- mentality. putting the blood hungry war mongers in power in the first place. helping them to maintain their power by willingly walking along the dear old treadmill. wake work sleep. consumer friendly society with rapid-action services that all delivers so fast that you don’t have time to earn the money to pay for the service that you don’t need.

but it keeps us calm doesn’t it? overworked, over stimulated. pacified. cable tv and ps3, pain killers and anti depressives, holiday in belgium. bring home conversation pieces and send me a post when you get there… but i wont be there to receive it, no, i will probably have gone all “walden” on you, or i will have bought that bullet proof vest and be on my way to fallujah, with my stupid water-colors.

happy fucking newyears everybody.

(saw an add the other day saying something like: “now, all by it self, the fish can take the elevator into the oven!” hoho, how real and horrifying that statement is. kinda sums it up….)  Told you it was a good, intense read.