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The wine had got the better of the dogs. “The giant of the Atacama?”, slurred Pat. “What the hell is that?”
“You’ll know it when you see it.” He turned to me. “You have very far to go indeed.”, he whispered as he rolled up the map. “Where this will take you will teach you much more.”
“Is the giant a good giant or a bad giant?”, mumbled Nanette.
Boris slowly opened my collar and slid the map down my shirt. “There was one more link in the chain the plutocrats who run your county needed, Oliver. You Americans had been convinced by your masters that in your great struggle to save the world from Communism it was necessary to commit many of the same crimes your enemy committed. When the Soviet Union fell, your enemy was defeated. There were no more excuses to train terrorists to topple democratically elected governments and install dictators, no more excuses to keep the incredibly lucrative war machine running. Then America suffered her own September 11th and a new enemy sprang up, an enemy that was everywhere and nowhere, an enemy you must fight forever in an endless war, a perfect enemy. Your masters had yearned for, in their own words, a ‘Pearl Harbor Type Event’. Your own intelligence warned you that terrorists were going to hijack passenger planes and fly them into skyscrapers but you did nothing and three thousand people were killed. You then conquered two countries and bombed a third. It’s as though you were waiting for an excuse to unleash yourself upon the world.
Boris slowly opened my collar and slid the map down my shirt. “There was one more link in the chain the plutocrats who run your county needed, Oliver. You Americans had been convinced by your masters that in your great struggle to save the world from Communism it was necessary to commit many of the same crimes your enemy committed. When the Soviet Union fell, your enemy was defeated. There were no more excuses to train terrorists to topple democratically elected governments and install dictators, no more excuses to keep the incredibly lucrative war machine running. Then America suffered her own September 11th and a new enemy sprang up, an enemy that was everywhere and nowhere, an enemy you must fight forever in an endless war, a perfect enemy. Your masters had yearned for, in their own words, a ‘Pearl Harbor Type Event’. Your own intelligence warned you that terrorists were going to hijack passenger planes and fly them into skyscrapers but you did nothing and three thousand people were killed. You then conquered two countries and bombed a third. It’s as though you were waiting for an excuse to unleash yourself upon the world.
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