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Without the Rule of Law there is only chaos and tyranny.

Robert Mugabe has become a foolish old man, unable to relinquish his personal dreams to any successor. Now his country must suffer the death pains of their ruler.

If the Rule of Law cannot be reinstated in Zimbabwe and it looks as though that becomes increasingly impossible, let alone unlikely, then the disease will quickly spread. A majority of nations in Africa, in any case, are not democratic to begin with. Their law is the rule of the iron fist. Their dominion is the rule of the gun. Their rule is starvation and deprivation.

Africa does not even need to slide into chaos. It has virtually hovered above it for decades. Self rule in those twenty nine nation states has been elusive and fleeting, constantly dogged by the jackal of warlordship and mindless destruction. Where endemic drought and starvation have not been sufficient to kill their masses, mindless ‘boys’ have roamed in packs, raping and killing with wanton disorder, spurred on by the few who’s vested interests are always benefit by the lack of Law.

Africa is merely a harbinger of the descent into chaos which awaits the World.

Law will come and Order but before that day Mankind must sicken itself with the stench of its own rotting flesh, the horror of grasping what has been done.

In a world where one eighty year old sycophant, bemused by his complete success in the past but unable to grasp that day is done, uses the Fist as his motto and boasts the bullet is greater than the ballot, the law of the jungle will remove him. He fails to see it is he who is the tool, used by his ‘backers’ who manipulate his charisma for the sole purpose of hiding their own gorging upon what is left in Zimbabwe, such as it is.

This principle seems to have escaped his African neighbours. They know the fate of the old lion but cannot gaze unblinking upon the decay of Mugabe. They comfort themselves, publicly, that the old lion must be supported in his dotage out of respect.

They lie.

To themselves initially but far worse, to their countrypeople and to the Human Race they lie.

Elsewhere in Africa gangs, Janjaweed, roam lawless with guns and with the blessing of their respective ‘governments’. Mugabe is no better and no different to those raping and killing fiends. Their plan is for today and today only. Living by the gun they cannot expect to see more than this day. As they kill without justification they know, any bullet might end their sojourn here – send them back.

In the West, time passes slowly and the usual games are played. Recently a pair of Jehovah’s Witnesses called here with their confiding news, “The meek shall inherit the Earth”. They haven’t returned, which is a pity because we indicated an eagerness to engage them at a later time.

Meek. Which meek? If a twenty ton armoured tank is dropped on a house containing 16 people, do the meek escape?

“Hah!” You cry. “Improbable.”

The World is a dwelling and few will survive. Those who do will in no way attribute their survival to their own efforts. They will be meek. Their meekness will last a thousand years and then, we are told, for a ‘little season’ satan will be loosed in men’s hearts again, before the final end of this stage of Mankind’s Eternal Progression.

Elsewhere, some of us here have proposed that we are witnessing the beginning of a global slaughter which will extinguish the lives of five and a half thousand millions of people. 5.5 Billion! That is some armoured tank! That is OUR Dwelling – this beautiful Planet on which we live, sufficient for all.

And yet, Honour and Prestige for a quarter century for Mugabe is not enough. It must be Dominion. The Fist! The gun.

Was it for oil?

Afterward the oil will still be there but precious few will demand it. Those chastened few will find renewable sources of the energy they need, to a very large extent while, for those applications best suited to the use of carbon based energy, there will be any amount of the stuff. Every continent contains sufficient supplies of energy sources.

All that is lacking is the desire in Man to share equitably – where mere force can ensure a greater share!

Where will you be? Dead

More than likely, we each will fall among the vast majority who must succumb to the terror, turmoil, death, disease, war, bloodshed, rapine . . . Did you think, if you got sick, you would see a doctor?

Very soon now death will flow over the levees in much the same way the Mississippi breaks its banks today. Food riots will render police forces futile. Armed officers will join rioters to ensure they get their own fair share. In the absence of food, law and order, transport and infrastructure, electricity and water supplies, medical services will collapse. Every outbreak of ANY disease will surge forth unchecked. Milling crowds of dying will cross-infect their neighbours until the penny drops! Sick people will be killed and burned – for a while. After that, nobody will care.

War

Some lucky few will actually die as a direct result of warfare. Nuclear weapons will be used but there will be no need for the Cold War scenarios of a planet blanketed in hurtling atomic death. Their searing scars will be only an array of localised, cauterised wounds upon the body of the race. The fortunate few will die instantly. The rest will join the festering body of Humanity, praying for death, fighting for life, dying. Weapons of mass destruction will be used but there will be no quarantine stations. No triage units. No sterile quarters. No hygiene. Only death, disease, suffering and death.

How ironic that an almost laconic God sent his prophets forth to assure us, not only that these days would come but that, his angels would be among us, in our midst.

If you are clumsy enough to be reading this you likely reside in the West. That being so, it would come as a complete surprise to you to be told, angels are in your street.

He said He would send angels and they would dispense death – and they would gather out from among the tares.

His angels have gone forth. Not just the Biblical ones with their four censers. The Reapers are in the field, in your midst.

As Daniel spoke, from the Lion’s Den, “Live forever, Oh King!”

No point in preaching to the converted. There is a Key imbedded in these words. “That soul cannot obtain any Truth for which a place was not previously prepared in its heart.” The blind cannot see. The deaf will not hear. There is no light in darkness.

The wheat will come out gladly from among the tares.

The tares will be burnt.

The meek?

Who is not meek in that day?

rai@wenublog.com

P.S.      There is an interesting dichotomy in the music I chose this time. One solitary track.

No Way Back by Incense, is an interesting example, on the one hand, of how satan borrows us (talk about pwned) to voice his exultation or anger, in the voices of delectable exponents of the singing musical art while, on the other hand, this track evokes also the ethos of a World that cried, the World that the Bible assures us Wept. We are approaching the end for both of them – and both of them know it. First this vastly destructive Age, then the Millennium followed by a Little Season.

heh Apocalyptic Music

No Way Back

As quickly as possible, get past that silly schoolgurl with a deathwish front that he puts up. And if you’re in Japan, Don’t commit suicide! Why would you bother!

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