The story was told to me by a Cree woman named Lillian Shirt.
One morning, a group of wealthy United Church donors were touring one of their ‘Indian residential schools’ in Edmonton. On an impulse, the coiffured crowd decided to inspect the furnace room, but nobody notified the janitor, who was just then cleaning out the ovens.
Low and behold, the visitors quickly observed a pile of small human skulls in the furnace. In an instant, almost on cue, they averted their eyes as the janitor slammed the metal door shut on the grisly evidence.
“Nobody acted like they’d seen those babies’ skulls,” remarks Lillian, who was shoveling coal at the time. “They just carried on like things were normal.”
It was a consummately Canadian moment, and an enduring one.
“Look away and lock away” has always been the norm when it comes to our oldest and biggest group crime. And it’s only intensified among Canadians in recent years, whether on genocide-denying media platforms or in mind-fogging classrooms where students are duped with ‘reconciliation’ babble that is just another furnace door clanging shut on the truth.
Such profound dissociation is always the way among people who, in the manner of psychopaths, cannot come to terms with what they are.
One morning, a group of wealthy United Church donors were touring one of their ‘Indian residential schools’ in Edmonton. On an impulse, the coiffured crowd decided to inspect the furnace room, but nobody notified the janitor, who was just then cleaning out the ovens.
Low and behold, the visitors quickly observed a pile of small human skulls in the furnace. In an instant, almost on cue, they averted their eyes as the janitor slammed the metal door shut on the grisly evidence.
“Nobody acted like they’d seen those babies’ skulls,” remarks Lillian, who was shoveling coal at the time. “They just carried on like things were normal.”
It was a consummately Canadian moment, and an enduring one.
“Look away and lock away” has always been the norm when it comes to our oldest and biggest group crime. And it’s only intensified among Canadians in recent years, whether on genocide-denying media platforms or in mind-fogging classrooms where students are duped with ‘reconciliation’ babble that is just another furnace door clanging shut on the truth.
Such profound dissociation is always the way among people who, in the manner of psychopaths, cannot come to terms with what they are.
The next time you feel defeated and apathetic, screw it! And drink from this well: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7MQ-SC9bmp4&list=RD7MQ-SC9bmp4&start_radio=1
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La Marseillaise, sung by Mireille Mathieu. American English subtitles.
Performance at the foot of the Eiffel Tower for the tower's 100th anniversary in 1989 and televised, live, to the French nation. Mireille Mathieu sings La Marseillaise, the national anthem of France, written in 1792 and adopted as the rallying call to the…
1. Why was Jesus the Enemy of Family, Property, and Religion?
They are the trio that fuck us up at a tender age, after all.
If the plan is to see with new eyes and feel with a new heart, then you can forget about your relatives, and your goodies, and your collection plates. Just like he said.
No wonder the church folks strung him up, just before worship.
2. Moloch: Never Out of Fashion
The best of us - the younger, the better - are always the first ones into the flames. That may explain the human predilection for mediocrity: it’s safer in the shadows.
So despite what you hear, not every child matters; only the ones who aren’t offerable.
What do you think keeps the economy going? What are you, an anarchist?
3. Churches are for Atheists
General Titus ripped back the veil in the Jerusalem Temple where God was supposed to dwell. Guess what he found?
“How can God exist if I can’t see him?” he muttered.
Take a pew, people, and we’ll explain everything to you - in His absence.
4. That Two Headed Thing in the Mirror
Things are so fucked up.
Somebody should do something about it.
I wonder what’s for dinner?
5. The Right Spot
Fear, aggression, lust, and religious ecstacy: they all come from the hypothalamus lobe of our brain.
Ergo, the most integrated human being panics and kills and fucks and prays
Simultaneously.
6. Not unless you pay me
Love is said to emerge from our limbic system,
empathy over all.
But who wants something for nothing?
7. To church or not to church
Its purpose remains the same after five millennia:
To explain the unexplainable and excuse the inexcusable.
What would we do without religion?
8. The Hard Fact
Nowadays, our personal morality reaches only as far
as the limits of our perceived self-interest.
Prove me wrong.
9. Ecce Homo
Kings and Popes and Presidents are our worst impulses made flesh.
But the alternative is equally terrifying:
Freedom.
10. Indeterminable
Nothing can be perceived as it truly is, says quantum physics.
We see only impressions and illusions.
Thus speaks a culture teetering on the brink.
They are the trio that fuck us up at a tender age, after all.
If the plan is to see with new eyes and feel with a new heart, then you can forget about your relatives, and your goodies, and your collection plates. Just like he said.
No wonder the church folks strung him up, just before worship.
2. Moloch: Never Out of Fashion
The best of us - the younger, the better - are always the first ones into the flames. That may explain the human predilection for mediocrity: it’s safer in the shadows.
So despite what you hear, not every child matters; only the ones who aren’t offerable.
What do you think keeps the economy going? What are you, an anarchist?
3. Churches are for Atheists
General Titus ripped back the veil in the Jerusalem Temple where God was supposed to dwell. Guess what he found?
“How can God exist if I can’t see him?” he muttered.
Take a pew, people, and we’ll explain everything to you - in His absence.
4. That Two Headed Thing in the Mirror
Things are so fucked up.
Somebody should do something about it.
I wonder what’s for dinner?
5. The Right Spot
Fear, aggression, lust, and religious ecstacy: they all come from the hypothalamus lobe of our brain.
Ergo, the most integrated human being panics and kills and fucks and prays
Simultaneously.
6. Not unless you pay me
Love is said to emerge from our limbic system,
empathy over all.
But who wants something for nothing?
7. To church or not to church
Its purpose remains the same after five millennia:
To explain the unexplainable and excuse the inexcusable.
What would we do without religion?
8. The Hard Fact
Nowadays, our personal morality reaches only as far
as the limits of our perceived self-interest.
Prove me wrong.
9. Ecce Homo
Kings and Popes and Presidents are our worst impulses made flesh.
But the alternative is equally terrifying:
Freedom.
10. Indeterminable
Nothing can be perceived as it truly is, says quantum physics.
We see only impressions and illusions.
Thus speaks a culture teetering on the brink.
The new civil war is upon us, citizens - the People vs. The Corporate Oligarchy and its slavery. Choose sides now. (More this Friday, stand by) : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VCR4ZTY5ijM&list=RDlsVWKKXS_PU&index=3
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"Battle Hymn of the Republic" - American Civil War Song
The "Battle Hymn of the Republic" is an American patriotic song written by the abolitionist writer Julia Ward Howe during the American Civil War.
Howe adapted her song from the soldiers' song "John Brown's Body" in November 1861, and sold it for $4 to The…
Howe adapted her song from the soldiers' song "John Brown's Body" in November 1861, and sold it for $4 to The…
How about it, folks? A call from all us Tom Joads out there. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VyEuarFhpcE
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The Grapes of Wrath
Jane Darwell Oscar Best Actress in a supporting role 1941
John Ford Oscar Nominee 1941
John Ford Oscar Nominee 1941
January 2, 1976
The overcast Vancouver skies matched my parents’ demeanour that morning, even as I soared above it all in my radiant resolve. I was nineteen years old and moving away for good: a fledgling revolutionary socialist bound for the steel mills of Hamilton, Ontario.
“But how will we know if you’re okay, Kev?” my mother implored. “That town is horribly polluted and your lungs won’t stand it!”
“Leave him be, Marg,” Dad muttered, flicking away his cigarette as he offered me his hand with a smile that didn’t hide his sadness. “Hit ‘em hard there, comrade.”
The three of us stood on our front lawn as I tried to find the words that could reflect the joy in my heart. But the best things are always left unspoken, for they are only understood in the doing. So I just smiled and nodded, and turned away.
Fifty years have passed, as have my Mom and Dad, but the bittersweet clarity of that moment endures. I knew in my guts that I wasn’t meant to abide by a corrupt and murderous world, but actively overturn it; and on that day, I was finally taking a step down that glorious road to do the most important thing anyone can do. I bore the beaming countenance and the unbreakable heart of the Happy Warrior.
Many years later, my father remarked on that parting.
“It was like the day my brother Bob left home for the war, never to return,” Dad said quietly, as he showed me a picture of that moment. “He was the only happy one in our whole family, and he was the one heading into danger.”
Sure enough, young Bob, who was also nineteen, stands in his navy uniform grinning from ear to ear, even as my teenaged father and his parents and two other brothers look down or stare gloomily into the camera.
“Maybe you all knew he was going to die,” I remarked. Dad smiled and said,
“Maybe Bob did, too, but it didn’t matter. He knew taking down Hitler was a just cause and he was a part of it. There’s no better feeling, as you know, Kev.” *
(* You can read Bob’s story and more in the book Dad and I jointly wrote, “The Sacrifice: Of Family and Empire”, found at this link: https://www.amazon.com/Sacrifice-Family-Empire-Expendable-Brother/dp/1727005961)
Over the long years of my own war, and especially recently, I’ve pondered long and hard why being committed to a purpose higher and better than our private lives eludes so many people.
Acting on what you know is right and “fighting like hell for the living” has always been an automatic thing to me, instead of standing by and being a silent accomplice to wrongdoing, and so adding to that wrong. Yet by and large, people find it acceptable and normal to dwell alongside institutionalized evil, even when they know it’s destroying the innocent. Over a half century of struggle, I have rarely met people who are otherwise. This has been for a handful of us a long loneliness, even though it has never sapped our resolve.
The moral mediocrity of “normal people” takes a toll on those few souls who hold on to themselves and consistently refuse to bend to evil. Those folks tend to seek me out, and many of them are not in good shape. They are world-weary and battle-scarred, and unable to deal with the justifiable outrage they feel at so many others who refuse to resist evil by letting us “heroes” do the fighting for them.
As one of these stalwarts told me this past week,
“I won’t be peoples’ vicarious conscience anymore. How is justice possible for people on the bottom when nobody is willing to take a risk?”
When I was young, I was quickly drawn to revolutionary veterans who had never stopped battling. One thing they taught me was to stay focused on whatever is wrong right in front of you and never count the cost of leaping into the fight to stop it. As Joe Hendsbee, a blacklisted longshoreman and communist, told me once,
The overcast Vancouver skies matched my parents’ demeanour that morning, even as I soared above it all in my radiant resolve. I was nineteen years old and moving away for good: a fledgling revolutionary socialist bound for the steel mills of Hamilton, Ontario.
“But how will we know if you’re okay, Kev?” my mother implored. “That town is horribly polluted and your lungs won’t stand it!”
“Leave him be, Marg,” Dad muttered, flicking away his cigarette as he offered me his hand with a smile that didn’t hide his sadness. “Hit ‘em hard there, comrade.”
The three of us stood on our front lawn as I tried to find the words that could reflect the joy in my heart. But the best things are always left unspoken, for they are only understood in the doing. So I just smiled and nodded, and turned away.
Fifty years have passed, as have my Mom and Dad, but the bittersweet clarity of that moment endures. I knew in my guts that I wasn’t meant to abide by a corrupt and murderous world, but actively overturn it; and on that day, I was finally taking a step down that glorious road to do the most important thing anyone can do. I bore the beaming countenance and the unbreakable heart of the Happy Warrior.
Many years later, my father remarked on that parting.
“It was like the day my brother Bob left home for the war, never to return,” Dad said quietly, as he showed me a picture of that moment. “He was the only happy one in our whole family, and he was the one heading into danger.”
Sure enough, young Bob, who was also nineteen, stands in his navy uniform grinning from ear to ear, even as my teenaged father and his parents and two other brothers look down or stare gloomily into the camera.
“Maybe you all knew he was going to die,” I remarked. Dad smiled and said,
“Maybe Bob did, too, but it didn’t matter. He knew taking down Hitler was a just cause and he was a part of it. There’s no better feeling, as you know, Kev.” *
(* You can read Bob’s story and more in the book Dad and I jointly wrote, “The Sacrifice: Of Family and Empire”, found at this link: https://www.amazon.com/Sacrifice-Family-Empire-Expendable-Brother/dp/1727005961)
Over the long years of my own war, and especially recently, I’ve pondered long and hard why being committed to a purpose higher and better than our private lives eludes so many people.
Acting on what you know is right and “fighting like hell for the living” has always been an automatic thing to me, instead of standing by and being a silent accomplice to wrongdoing, and so adding to that wrong. Yet by and large, people find it acceptable and normal to dwell alongside institutionalized evil, even when they know it’s destroying the innocent. Over a half century of struggle, I have rarely met people who are otherwise. This has been for a handful of us a long loneliness, even though it has never sapped our resolve.
The moral mediocrity of “normal people” takes a toll on those few souls who hold on to themselves and consistently refuse to bend to evil. Those folks tend to seek me out, and many of them are not in good shape. They are world-weary and battle-scarred, and unable to deal with the justifiable outrage they feel at so many others who refuse to resist evil by letting us “heroes” do the fighting for them.
As one of these stalwarts told me this past week,
“I won’t be peoples’ vicarious conscience anymore. How is justice possible for people on the bottom when nobody is willing to take a risk?”
When I was young, I was quickly drawn to revolutionary veterans who had never stopped battling. One thing they taught me was to stay focused on whatever is wrong right in front of you and never count the cost of leaping into the fight to stop it. As Joe Hendsbee, a blacklisted longshoreman and communist, told me once,
“Your mind’s your worst enemy a lot of the time. It’ll think of a hundred reasons why you shouldn’t do anything ‘cause nothing’s going to work. That’s just fear and selfishness talking. The problem with today’s radicals is they’re word artists, not ass kickers. I don’t see any outrage in ‘em and no determination to see a fight through to the end. If you don’t have iron in your guts and courage in your nuts, you can forget it.”
I learned all that and more after I left my boyhood home and its stifling security. As those of my generation pursued careers and piled up stuff for themselves, I found happiness and fulfillment in changing the world and fighting alongside the poorest. I couldn’t imagine doing anything else. In doing so, I lost my old life and found a new one that no amount of betrayal, persecution or poverty can overcome.
Most important, I was sustained by a vision of a world made new and held in common, with no oppression, no rich and poor, with no-one ruling over another. And I’ve been rewarded by seeing that dream take flesh occasionally, and unexpectedly knock down more than one Goliath.
And so now in my seventieth year, as I enter my next half century as one still devoted to turning the world upside down, I know that something of my example will filter into the lives of the next generations of freedom-lovers: you future earth-shakers who will toss off all the chains that tie us to an increasingly tyrannical and suicidal corporate system. And fear not, friends, because it’s like my buddy Tom Joad says: It doesn’t matter what happens to us in the fight, because we’re part of that bigger soul that’s unbeatable: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VyEuarFhpcE .
The important thing is to pitch in now and never give up.
You got something better to do?
I learned all that and more after I left my boyhood home and its stifling security. As those of my generation pursued careers and piled up stuff for themselves, I found happiness and fulfillment in changing the world and fighting alongside the poorest. I couldn’t imagine doing anything else. In doing so, I lost my old life and found a new one that no amount of betrayal, persecution or poverty can overcome.
Most important, I was sustained by a vision of a world made new and held in common, with no oppression, no rich and poor, with no-one ruling over another. And I’ve been rewarded by seeing that dream take flesh occasionally, and unexpectedly knock down more than one Goliath.
And so now in my seventieth year, as I enter my next half century as one still devoted to turning the world upside down, I know that something of my example will filter into the lives of the next generations of freedom-lovers: you future earth-shakers who will toss off all the chains that tie us to an increasingly tyrannical and suicidal corporate system. And fear not, friends, because it’s like my buddy Tom Joad says: It doesn’t matter what happens to us in the fight, because we’re part of that bigger soul that’s unbeatable: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VyEuarFhpcE .
The important thing is to pitch in now and never give up.
You got something better to do?
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The Grapes of Wrath
Jane Darwell Oscar Best Actress in a supporting role 1941
John Ford Oscar Nominee 1941
John Ford Oscar Nominee 1941
"Mind Control Factories, ICE, and the Ninth Circle: The Deadly Trinity of Musk, Dolan, and Trump"
With Kevin Annett on the Shaun Attwood Show
Saturday, January 3, 2026 at 12 noon pacific, 3 pm eastern, 8 pm UK time at this link:
https://youtube.com/live/IPbFAxAon3M
With Kevin Annett on the Shaun Attwood Show
Saturday, January 3, 2026 at 12 noon pacific, 3 pm eastern, 8 pm UK time at this link:
https://youtube.com/live/IPbFAxAon3M
Tune in to the above in 2 hours because, guess what boys and girls? Donny Boy just got America to invade Venezula and overthrow its president, and DT says "I'm running their country now!". International law? Nahhh. War by order. We're next!
Today's interview, but the title is wrong - it's about Neuralink genocide and is entitled: Kevin A: The Vatican & Neuralink, Catholic MK Ultra & 9th Circle Rituals.