There is a murmuring movement out of empire called the game of collectivism, blood threat on the doorstep of the dead, the casket is here for drunk we are in the halls of power…
On the Church Steps by Dominic Mance © 2017
Like two peas in a genetically modified pod, mad scientist Bill Gates in cahoots with his social justice warrior wife, Melinda, spread their warped version of peace and love like skull and crossbones worldwide to the poorest and most vulnerable among us in the wedding of secular humanism and liberation theology.
GMOs for foodstuffs and farm seed, experimental vaccinations, mosquito gene drives, long-term injectable birth control; and while claiming to be out of the abortion business, these Medal of Freedom recipients in conjunction with the UN and other global partners do just that under the guise of Family Planning and Women’s Reproductive Rights.
And if that’s not bad enough, the notorious billionaire-environmentalist and major proponent of climate change with a genius for contradictions, sprays vast areas of virgin Africa with pesticide right down to the village hut floor, walls, bedding and netting.
Secular humanism is the driving force behind the progressive ideology; the belief that there is no God, and that technocrats can determine what’s best for mankind, I mean, the human species.
On the flip-side of the paradigm is social justice hatched in Latin America from the fusion of Catholicism and Marxism and is called liberation theology which has since spread throughout Christianity worldwide.
A marriage made in hell, secular humanism and social justice are two sides of the same lie and form the main ingredients of a lethal potion guaranteed to harden the heart and warp the mind.
And, as a chilling side effect, those of great wealth and power are possessed to rule the rest of us by compulsion under the guise of their green utopian scheme; they’re the ultimate control freaks!
And that’s why we must stand with Trump as he stands alone in this herculean fight like a punch drunk in a dark alley swinging windmills at the moon, in this noblest of efforts against the goons of collective globalism, which leaves one to wonder, if this most unlikely of men among us has been divinely appointed…
But stranger still, have you been chosen too?
Only in the world of champions haunted by the ghosts that ruled in the presence of war on the path of hope can we know what lie before us for the burning legends behold our destiny of freedom bold. For faith is a nation, the glory standing, the spirit touched.
For with faith we dream when dreams awaken and freedom speaks. For we are united by our dreams and it is our voice and our song stirred by history, strong together, as the voice of the people rise up and the nations dance. For the thunder heard is the marching of men and the thunder of nations is the voice of dreams and the sound of dance.
Awaken the destiny within you for faith dreams with the faith of champions. Make this story yours, a history in moments of cherished beauty for the world to see for there’s hope for tomorrow as together we dream.
For dream we must!
Dominic Mance reached the pinnacle of success as an international banker but walked away from it all and became a homeless vagabond overnight then reemerged from the ashes to become an author, artist, composer and broadcaster.
As a former senior vice president of nine financial institutions and business analyst and reporter for Dun & Bradstreet, he continues to be a prolific commentator on geopolitical and thought-provoking topical issues and his life and work have been featured on TV and radio and in newspapers and magazines worldwide.
He is the founder of OLS Global, creator of Papa Balloons and host of the Hope Street and Reflections international radio programmes.