With all this talk of global conflict many people are asking
if there will be a draft, that is the legal forcing of men into military
service. In the event of a major war, many nations have introduced a draft,
also called conscription. Some have it in peacetime too as a condition of citizenship.
In a few nations the draft is so socially institutional that they effectively
have a "citizen army", such as
Israel
and
Switzerland.
In my country we have had no such policy since 1960, but what would happen if
it were to be reintroduced? If the government were to say the bureaucratic equivalent
of "Go and fight the Russians or we'll put you in jail!" A large
number of men, including me would say, to quote Muhammed Ali "I'd rather
go to jail." This would not always be motivated by simple fear. I
personally would do it because of principle. I would never kill my European
brothers just because a corrupt prime minister tells me to for a
Deep
State globalist agenda. However,
that's not going to happen. What will happen instead is the media will fill up
with a particular kind of message, one that sometimes even appears now. You'll see
military men being interviewed in the news. They will all be in dress uniform
and be the ultimate in perfection, handsome, youthful, sophisticated etc.
Usually the interviewer will be a young attractive female who will be visibly
affected by his presence; she'll be blushing, her knees will be trembling etc.
At the same time there will be a plot in the soap operas in which one of the
young male characters will be a conscientious objector. He will be a huge blob
of ugly jelly in frilly knickers and high heels who is driven completely by
cowardice and selfishness. At no time will any of these characters express any
moral qualms about the war. This will be the modern equivalent of "white
feathering". This was a method used in the Great War and I describe it in
my serial
The Obscurati Chronicles
which is set in that historical era:
Robin
wandered slowly along the bustling streets... He noticed some strange activity
a dozen yards away. A group of three women were standing in the centre of the
square where the paths intersected. They were all young, pretty and well
dressed. They had sackcloth bags with them and Robin wondered what was in them,
but he soon found out. He watched a man walked towards them, as hundreds of
people were on that busy Monday lunchtime. However, this man was different. He
was clearly young, in his early twenties, and was not dressed in a military
uniform. One of the women approached him and reached into her bag. She withdrew
big white feather, one that must have come from a large bird like a turkey or
swan. She stepped into his path and offered it to him. "This is for you,
coward!" she sneered.
The man recoiled as if he had been struck.
He stared at the woman and at the feather she was holding out. The colour
drained from his face... He reached out his trembling hand and took the
feather. He looked as if he would faint. He staggered away from the woman and
continued in the direction he had been walking, but his vigour was gone. He
stumbled and his head was bowed. The woman laughed contemptuously at his
departing slumped back. Robin knew what this spectacle meant from one of the
last honest and in-depth conversations he had ever had with his brother. He
remembered it well. It took place just over a year ago in December 1916 when
they had both been Christmas shopping with the family in Leicester and witnessed a similar spectacle.
"They know how to hit us where it hurts." growled Will. "Those
women are all employed by the War Office. When the war broke out nobody in Britain was alive to remember what war was really
like. There hadn't been one for a century. All they had to go on were those
ridiculous paintings in the National Gallery. You know the ones; of
clean-shaven men in freshly laundered uniforms on horseback trampling over the
vanquished subhumans of Napoleon's army. That nonsense is what persuaded the
first wave to sign up. Then they found themselves in trenches half filled with
water and ice! Rats nibbling at their toes! Then somebody a mile away pulls a
lever and rips them into mincemeat with an explosive shell. Either that or he
burns their skin off and turns their eyes into pools of blood with poison gas!
Word got home about this and the queues at the recruitment office got shorter.
Hence those women!... Source:
https://hpanwo-bb.blogspot.com/2019/12/the-obscurati-chronicles-sample-first.html. And this trick will be used again. The programming
will be that men who refuse to fight will be sexually untouchable, they will be
repulsive to women. I am willing to bet that a large proportion of the men who
would respond to the draft with "put me in jail!" will cave in at
that point. The government employ some of the world's most expert psychologists;
I knew one of them and experienced this evil firsthand, see:
https://hpanwo-voice.blogspot.com/2023/10/am-i-gate-child.html.
When you have such a powerful ability to control the population's behaviour
through their thoughts and emotions, who needs a draft?
