The Real Picture
Those who view the world situation with its degrading of the ecosystems worldwide, excessive pollution of rivers and seas developing dead areas, plastic waste stifling life out of natural fauna, and radiation waste from nuclear power stations, put the blame fairly and squarely on the shoulders of the growing demands of the human population of the earth.
With so many people on Earth, the argument runs, the demand for resources – energy, heating, mobile phones, crispy nibbles and television sets – exceeds the natural production of the Earth.
No blame is laid at the door of the enterprise systems and commercial exploitation of humanity that control the resources of the world.
So clearly with humans as the root cause the reduction in the numbers of people across the world will alleviate the situation. Won’t it? So how do we reduce the numbers of people in the world?
Many of the world leaders are adherents to Biblical doctrines. The Book of Revelation speaks of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Here they are listed as Conquest, War, Famine and Death. Conquest is identified with Pestilence.
Ooh, some say it’s just a part of it
We’ve got to fulfill the book.
Their forerunners exist in the book of Ezekiel – he of the wheels – where they are identified as ‘sword, famine, wild beasts and pestilence’.
Then Russia invaded Ukraine – again – in an attempt, an embarrassing failure for Putin, to take over the whole country and replace the democratic government with a puppet regime favourable to Moscow, as with Georgia, Kazakhstan and BieloRussia.
The upshot of this invasion has been the cessation of trade in grain from both Russia and Ukraine. The breadbaskets of the world are stifled. Stuck with silos filled with grain for export unable to move due to mining of the Black Sea.
Now the news tells us we are about to see a worldwide famine involving in the order of 380 million people.
Well that is a more successful result than a floundering pandemic.
So that’s Pestilence and War, with Famine on their heels. And everyone tows the line under the threat of the final horseman, Death.
While the lonesome sparrow sings, come you masters of war.