2nd Influx of Haiti Casus Belli Propaganda : Let's Get Ahead of the Curve
We saw about this time a year or two ago, that the USA was manufacturing a lot of propaganda to manufacture consent for war in Haiti.
Like all good Machiavellian strategists, they have let the first wave of propaganda sit and ferment, allowing some people, some mass conscious pioneers that act as emissaries to the public with the will of the Empire, to familiarize themselves with Haiti’s existence.
Now, a second wave has begun, and with greater reach and intensity. I think we can expect more tangible actions intended than a smattering of Kenyan militia being sent to Haiti–after it is established that the American public and its bleeding heart liberals have expressed approval of a “humanitarian mission.”
Now is the time to educate ourselves, our comrades, and those within our sphere of influence as individuals and as a group about Haiti, its long past of brutal invasion consisting of mass murder, rape, and looting by the USA, the UN, and European powers, the actual situation of the “gang problems” cited by the USA as justification for military action, and the Haitian leadership.
The white supremacist empire has never forgiven Haiti for freeing itself by the blood of slave masters, and they have spent a century punishing them for their bravery, audacity, and dignity.
This is the exact blueprint for “cartel violence” the the USA is creating and then citing to build casus belli against Mexico.
If we can get ahead of the wave, it will save us a lot of headache in fighting the psychological war for American hearts and minds, not just for Haiti, but for Mexico, and all the other last-ditch-effort blundering invasions the dying empire will lash out with in the final act of its existence.
Thanks to @amlovelies for allowing me to indulge in the brainrot (TWO MORE THURSDAYS) and use this picrew tag to show off my twc detectives.
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Y como olvidar el momento que se realizo el desafuero de nuestro querido cabezita de algodón asi es, Fox realizo un desafuero a Andres Manuel Lopez Obrador (AMLO)
Artwork for @interactivesummer day 14 "Melt" of Sidesteps, (my Evanthe and @amlovelies 's Cynthia) from @/fallenhero-rebirth's IF, reuniting and melting into each other.
"When iron and carbon come together, there emerges steel! To be something stronger and better, you must mostly unite with something else and melt" - Mehmet Murat İldan
[Image ID: Digital artwork of two people hugging each other tightly in the sunshine. The person on the left is tall and muscular with paler skin and black hair, and they are crying. The woman on the right is almost completely hidden by the embrace, and has tawny brown skin and brown hair. /End ID]
Post catastrofiend is Sidestep days, Riley visiting Ortega in the hospital after the fight. I started this in Ortega POV but I think I want to switch it to Riley POV because i had a new idea for it that works better from her perspective, but I'll give you some of the old stuff because I haven't started actually reworking yet LOL.
"You're awake…" Riley's soft voice is filled with disbelief as she comes into focus. Silver gaze shimmering with unshed tears.
You're surprised she even came to the hospital herself, you couldn't get her to touch one with a thirty-foot pole when she got injured. You open your mouth to reply, to reassure, but your parched throat turns it into a cough. She's quick, water in hand, tipped carefully to your lips. You take a few slow sips before she lowers it again.
You give her a crooked grin. At least you hope it is, and not a grimace. Clear your throat. "I told you it would be okay."
"You're such an idiot…" Voice rough, wet, she swipes a sleeve across her face. "Two inches to the right and it would have gotten your generator."
Closer than comfortable, but you won't let yourself be rattled by what ifs or you'd never get out of bed in the morning. "Good thing I lead a charmed life, then."
She lets out a frustrated noise from deep in her chest and then she's on the move again, pacing, fingers picking at each other, worrying her nails, not looking at you in the hospital bed.