By Lasantha Pethiyagoda –

Prof (Emeritus) Lasantha Pethiyagoda

A rabid dog is the closest analogy for an entirely corrupt political leader whose ardent followers relish the cries of anguish from starving and besieged women and children in a totally devastated occupied land next door. The western propaganda machine is in full flow with a feast of misinformation and a famine of truth. The slavish corporate western media, always aligned to one financial sponsor or another hardly reveals the truth but become conveyor belts churning out processed garbage, conformity-enforcing mouthpieces and demonstrate a power-serving culture. There is barely enough food for even the fittest to stay alive and the two million Palestinians in Gaza will probably not have sustenance to survive, let alone live a naturally healthy life with basic nutrition.

The parasitic chosen people who forcibly enter properties in which generations have lived for thousands of years kill randomly and destroy these homes and chase away the remaining residents into ghettoes. The barbaric invaders keep some of them alive but they don’t let them live as human beings. They give us enough diversionary controversy and drama to turn the gears of political expediency, for example concocting a ruse like nuclear weapons or weapons of mass destruction etc.

These supremacist settler colonial thugs pretend to be civilized and they keep the oppressed too busy, traumatized, deprived, poor, propagandized, confused and crazy to actually drink from the waters of life. To actually experience the beauty of this planet we will always call home. To let the crackling potentiality of advanced terrestrial life blossom to fruition within a child. In ancient lands blessed with year-round sunshine, adequate rainfall, relatively pleasant weather and a bountiful soil.

This modern genocidal settler colonial tyranny rules by filling their own markets with nutritious food items that are infinitely fantastic by the meagre handout of stale cereals dished out in the concentration camp next door. The future of their children for generations is doomed and their once flourishing land rendered unliveable, their schools, hospitals and places of worship destroyed. There are no longer any homes left. Only the remains of loosely overhanging concrete slabs that did not become rubble. There is no public transport due to a deliberately imposed catastrophic shortage of transport fuel.

The fittest Gazans merely exist another day by eating a mouthful from the charity kitchens and whatever else is available as food, with no regard for balance, diet or health and starving their souls of the freedom from oppression desired so desperately. The occupiers churn out mountains of landfill from human remains as garbage without ever acknowledging their human value. Under political cover from their western allies, primarily the US, they make more empty promises like “accords” and discuss “two-state” solutions in extremely bad faith or blatant deception.

The occupation parasites have disrupted agricultural food production and prevent the facilitation of barely available medicine even just enough to treat the most rudimentary conditions let alone lengthen life expectancy. The barbarians keep the oppressed alive, only so that they have more life to drain of for their own perverse sustenance. They let foreigners populate the land with more humans only to drain the original people of their humanity in the process.

Palestinians are not people to these blood-sucking vermin. They are like battery chicken, kept alive for later slaughter. The “defence” forces are the fuel for their engines of rapacious pillaging.

This land can no longer boast of a proud civilization. It’s a slaughterhouse, where the ailing are allowed to die, the children are allowed to starve and are deprived of an education. A fake plastic performance staged to funnel human life into the gears of an insatiable grinding machine of a fascist extremist ruling class greed that knows no bounds. A fake plastic culture designed to keep them on the conveyor belt so that life force can be converted into fuel for a soulless fiefdom of their own making. A fake plastic society built to keep the victims marching into the crematorium in a steady stream, at present limited to the occupied lands and Lebanon and Syria.

There are so very many more of us in the Global South than there are of them. We could crush them like an insect the moment our collective will decided to. But the brainwashing is so very, very effective, and the matrix hallucination seems so very, very real. Our Western propaganda-induced coma keeps us like a horde of Wildebeest in a southern African savannah fleeing from the marauding carnivores, dressed in expensive suits, fat bellies bulging and wide smirks of contempt.

Iran has bravely stood up for all humanity and fights virtually alone for justice. Not until we awaken ourselves from the coma will our adventure of prosperity on the planet really begin. Not until we can unplug our minds from the ruthless tyrants’ life-siphoning control mechanisms can we begin to really live.

We’ll either wake each other up, as our desperate and intelligent youth in Western universities urged us to, or we’ll remain trapped in the slaughterhouse or witnessing the daily slaughter, waiting for the inevitable in a landscape of despair, yet so alluring in its material comforts that “compensate” for our guilt in being part of the oppressive system that dismisses international law and international humanitarian law as useless antiquities and relishes bloodlust instead.