"Aristotle is the mother of those pigs, alright, which force people into this trap," said Ross, becoming more like his old self again. "That's where they all come from. The modern masters are much slimier, though than Wormtonge. They decimate society and tell it not to complain. They tell people to bleed, and say it's for your own good. They give them guns and say, don't shoot at us. Shoot at one-another. Shoot the local sheriff who comes to steal your farm. Don't ever dare to think! The world is much to complex! Just shoot. Let us do the thinking for you. We'll tell you what to think and do. We are the elite. We wear the fine clothes. We live in villas in Spain. You live in the dirt. You have to do as we advise, because you are nothing. You have to grovel because you don't have it where it counts. We make the rules for you, because we are the IMF, we own you lock stock and barrel. We own your life, and in spite of yourself we keep you going. You are small. You are evil. And if you're not careful, your evil will throw the whole world into nuclear war. So don't blame us when this happens. It's your evil instincts. The only protection that you have is to kill the other before he kills you, or to give us the power to do this for you, but don't wait, evil will strike you down if you hesitate. The world is full of evil. It's everywhere. Terrorists are lurking at every corner. Whole nations have become terrorists. Entire classes of people are natural terrorists. Your world won't be safe until they are all gone. So don't wait. Act now. See the consequences that you have to suffer now, because you didn't act?"

      Ross paused and sighed. "Isn't that how the Grima Wormtonge process of today works by interpreting Aristotle's 'theory of natural slavery,' which still rules. Every facet of what we hear today reflects Aristotle's lie, his natural slavery philosophy which has been designed to operate as a powerful slavery inducing theosophy right from the beginning."

      "You should add that Dr. Joseph Goebbels, who represents all that, was but an amateur in today's terms," said Steve. "That is why Pete's case with Helen is so important, because it takes us very close to the root in which the mother of the pigs is anchored, maybe even to the root itself. We have to go farther back in time, beyond Aristotle, to the key-treachery where the privatization of sex began, to ancient times when priests privatized the law of God into their hands, which they perverted into a tool for controlling society by controlling their sexuality. They tore it down into something base, in an atmosphere of terror with the death penalty attached to it. We still suffer from that. The privatization of sex is more clearly visible in Pete's case, but even then, it took a long time for Pete to recognize it, if indeed he has. I should also add that until the day when the words, privatization, and private property, are heard no more in the world, in any context, the slavery of the privatization process will continue, and humanity will continue to stand with one foot in the grave of a nuclear war, and with the other in the grave of economic chaos resulting from globalized stealing, looting, and dominating."

      Steve pointed out that our greatest challenge might well be to bring about the day when those privatization words are forgotten. "To reach that goal, may be the greatest challenge that humanity has ever faced," said Steve. "The difficulty of that challenge can be judged by the fact that it took Peter more than a dozen years to clear the air between him and Heather, and between him and Antonovna, in a struggle that involved this very same challenge created by the privatization mythology of sex. We must also recognize that Pete's struggle unfolded in only a single arena of the larger sphere of privatization, and even then the problem hasn't been fully solved. Is it any wonder then, that the Hebrews in ancient times couldn't avoid this trap that was imposed on them?"

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Stories about War from novels by Rolf A. F. Witzsche