There Will Be No Draft

 

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?