NO.
For the president of the Grand Committee (from Brussels), the biggest danger we face is not the ugly Putin (nicknamed Palputin) or the war in Ukraine.
NO.
For the Cruella of Brussels, the greatest danger is not climate change (I'm not telling you to be afraid, I'm still telling you that every day we portray global warming as the cause of our terrible suffering in the future).
NO.
Cruella's biggest threat is…freedom of speech.
She doesn't quite say it that way, but that's exactly what she explains anyway.
“Our main concern for the coming years is not conflict or climate, but disinformation and bad information, followed by polarization within our societies. These risks are serious because they limit our ability to address the major global challenges we face, such as changes in our climate, geopolitics, demographics or technology. »
What Cruella tells the Commission can be understood very logically.
She doesn't make mistakes.
If you want to impose major changes in our way of life, associated with a major change in climatic, geopolitical, demographic or technological policies that we will carry out against people, In order for people to accept them, it is necessary to control very precisely what can be said and therefore what can be thought.
The problem with the catch-all term “disinformation and misinformation” is that we can include anything that doesn't go in the direction of the Davos caste, these 5,000 people who run the world because they run the 5,000 largest companies, the 5,000 largest multinationals Company.
The Davos caste of men (and women, there is absolute equality in evil) must control what we think and therefore can say.
This is the whole meaning of the fight of the great Brussels Commission against Elon Musk's Twitter network.
Never forget.
We are not a bit free, just as we are not a bit pregnant.
We are free or not.
Freedom is the general regime. The ban is always the exception.
For freedom of expression, this quote, attributed (probably wrongly) to Voltaire, remains cruelly important.
“I don't agree with what you say, but I will fight to the death for you to have the right to say it. »
Below I am reposting Paul Eluard's poem “Freedom, I Write Your Name” and in song below!
On my school notebooks
On my desk and the trees
On the snow sand
I'll write your name
Read on all pages
On all blank pages
Stone blood paper or ash
I'll write your name
On golden pictures
About the weapons of the warriors
On the crown of kings
I'll write your name
In the jungle and in the desert
On the nests on the broom
In the echo of my childhood
I'll write your name
About the wonders of the nights
On the white bread of the day
At dedicated seasons
I'll write your name
On all my azure rags
On the musty sun pond
On the living moon lake
I'll write your name
In the fields on the horizon
On the wings of birds
And on the mill the shadows
I'll write your name
At every dawn
On the sea on the boats
On the crazy mountain
I'll write your name
On the moss of the clouds
On the sweats of the storm
On the thick and mild rain
I'll write your name
On the glittering shapes
On the bells of colors
About physical truth
I'll write your name
On the waking paths
In use on the streets
In the places that are overcrowded
I'll write your name
On the lamp that lights up
On the lamp that goes out
Combined for my reasons
I'll write your name
Halve the fruit
From the mirror and my room
On my empty shell bed
I'll write your name
To my greedy and tender dog
On his pricked ears
On his clumsy paw
I'll write your name
On the stepping stone of my door
On familiar objects
On the river of blessed fire
I'll write your name
On all granted meat
On my friends' fronts
On every hand that reaches out
I'll write your name
In the window of surprises
On delicate lips
Far above the silence
I'll write your name
On my ruined refuges
On my collapsed headlights
On the walls of my boredom
I'll write your name
In absence without request
On naked solitude
On the death marches
I'll write your name
With returning health
The risk is averted
To hope without memory
I'll write your name
And by the power of a word
I'm starting my life again
I was born to know you
To name you
Freedom
It's already too late, but all is not lost.