One of their oldest tricks

It ain't taxes.

It ain't war.

It ain't even religion, though they've used that one plenty.

It's getting you to hate your neighbor so hard you forget who's picking your pocket.

The Romans had a phrase for it: Divide et impera. Divide and conquer. Two thousand years later, and we're STILL falling for it.

Right now, your TV wants you foaming at the mouth about Israel. Pick a side! Are you Team Iron Dome or Team Intifada? Pro-Zionist or Pro-Palestine? Quick, choose, before someone thinks you're NEUTRAL.

Meanwhile, Israel just deployed the Iron Beam. A laser defense system that costs pennies per shot while their Iron Dome missiles run fifty grand a pop. They're testing directed energy weapons on Hezbollah drones as we speak. And lurking behind all that shiny tech is the Samson Option, their not-so-secret nuclear doctrine that says if Israel goes down, they're taking EVERYBODY with them. Named after the Biblical strongman who collapsed the temple on himself and his enemies.

You're not supposed to think about the defense contractors making billions. You're not supposed to notice that the same six companies sell weapons to both sides of every conflict. You're supposed to pick a team jersey and scream at anyone wearing the other color.

The British perfected this in India. Ruled 300 million people with a few thousand administrators. How? Hindu against Muslim. Caste against caste. Region against region. They didn't need a massive army when the locals were too busy fighting each other to notice the extraction operation.

Same playbook in Africa. Drew borders through the middle of tribes, lumped enemies together, then sat back and watched the chaos fund their empire. "Oh my, these natives simply CAN'T govern themselves. Good thing we're here to help."

This ain't ancient history. This is the OPERATING MANUAL.

COINTELPRO. You want to know what your own government thinks of unity?

The FBI spent the 1960s infiltrating civil rights groups, anti-war movements, Black nationalist organizations — not because they were violent, but because they were EFFECTIVE. J. Edgar Hoover didn't send agents to disrupt the Klan. He sent them to make sure Black leaders and white allies couldn't build coalitions.

They wrote fake letters. Planted informants. Got activists to distrust each other. Fred Hampton was building a Rainbow Coalition — uniting Black Panthers with poor whites and Puerto Ricans. The FBI murdered him in his bed at twenty-one years old.

Unity is the threat. Division is the product.

Here we are in the modern colosseum, watching the show.

Left versus Right — as if there's a dime's worth of difference when both parties cash the same checks. Red versus Blue while the donor class laughs in purple.

Vaxxed versus Unvaxxed — remember that one? Families torn apart. Friendships destroyed. Meanwhile Pfizer posted record profits and nobody went to prison.

Urban versus Rural. Coastal elites sneering at flyover country, country folks convinced city people want to destroy their way of life. All while the same banks foreclose on farms AND gentrify neighborhoods.

Black versus White — poor people fighting poor people over which poor people are to blame for being poor. The oldest American distraction. Works every single time.

They need you fighting your neighbor so you don't notice them.

Bread and circuses, baby. The Romans figured out you could postpone revolution indefinitely if you kept the mob fed and entertained. Give 'em gladiators. Give 'em chariot races. Give 'em TEAMS to root for.

Now we got cable news running 24/7 outrage cycles. We got social media algorithms that boost whatever makes you angriest. We got politicians who get rich keeping you scared of the other half of your own country.

You're in the colosseum right now. And you don't even know you're the gladiator.

Now look, I ain't no religitard. I've sat in Buddhist temples and Catholic masses. I've visited synagogues and mosques and that weird church where they handle snakes. I'm a curious man. Open-minded, but not stupid.

Out of everything I've seen and studied, the words of Christ in that old King James carry everything I could want from a religion. Not the buildings. Not the institutions. Not the televangelists with their private jets. Just the actual words in red letters.

I don't call myself a Christian. I CAN'T be Christlike. Neither can you. Neither can any of us. The arrogance of that claim alone should make you suspicious of anyone who uses it.

All I can do is TRY to live as He said to live. Love your neighbor. Care for the poor. Recognize that the money-changers in the temple were the problem THEN and they're the problem NOW. Maybe if I follow the instructions, I can get out of this clownworld to something better.

You know what Christ never said? He never said hate the Samaritan. He never said divide into tribes and conquer each other for Caesar's amusement.

The Samson Option isn't just Israeli nuclear doctrine. It's the whole game.

If we ever actually unified — poor whites with poor Blacks, rural with urban, left with right — if we ever stopped fighting each other long enough to look UP instead of sideways?

They'd rather bring the temple down on all of us.

That's not paranoia. That's pattern recognition.

Two thousand years of the same damn trick. The only question is whether you're gonna keep falling for it.

— Professor Phatti MacHine

From the Sorbonne (the good one)