The Washington Times

Sunday, September 21, 1997



By Bob Djurdjevic


She chose to live in the fast lane of the aristocratic jet set. She died in the fast lane of a Paris underpass after trying to outrace some photographers.

We are told it is a tragedy. It is. Any time someone dies in this world, it is a tragedy. Especially if it is someone who cared about other people. Since it is considered bad manners to bring up the deceased person's shortcomings in a eulogy, we'll skip over them.

We are told it is a Greek tragedy. It is not. Old Greeks had more common sense than to travel at 121 mph through city streets in murderous projectiles called automobiles. Thank God no innocent bystander or driver was killed.

We are told the paparazzi had killed her. They did not. Not unless you're prepared to blame the tip of a whip for striking you, rather than the hand which held its other end. Paparazzi are the convenient scapegoats. They were merely doing their job. Professional sports players, not to mention racing car drivers, are revered by the masses for this kind of hustle. They are also paid a lot of money, just as the paparazzi were trying to earn.

Contrast their hustle with the media buzzards like Barbara Walters or Peter Jennings, for example, who are now feeding off the remains of this news story, like the desert vultures feasting off a corpse.

So who killed Princess Diana? Mostly herself. But also the West's living dead. The West's living dead? Yes. The Tom, Dick and Harry's... and the Jane, Sheilagh and Mary's... They held the end of the whip.

That's hundreds of millions of miserable human beings, mostly in the West, who don't have a life of their own; at least not a satisfying and fulfilling one. Deprived of spiritual food by the materialistic industrial era, these people have vicariously lived the high society life they were craving through the TV characters like Princess Diana. Would they have wailed as loudly (or at all?) if their favorite cartoon character died in a car crash?

More importantly, do they weep for the Unknown Soldier who died while fighting for their freedom or safety? Do they cry for the Unknown Fireman who perished while trying to save a stranger's home. Do they shed their tears for the Unknown Policeman who was killed while protecting someone's life or property?

Instinct tells me they don't. Unlike Princess Diana, these true heroes are unknown to us because our society is being brainwashed into de-emphasizing the patriotism and unselfishness, while elevating the glitz and greed.

That so many millions can be made to feel such deep emotions for a person they've never met, is yet another example of industrial man's degradation from physical to virtual life. It is also another victory for the industrial elites, who can now manipulate emotions of the masses on a scale unprecedented in human history.

Which ought to send shivers down the spine of any free man still walking tall on this world.

The staged-for-TV massacres of Sarajevo civilians by their Muslim government, apparently using foreign screenwriters, directors and producers, are recent examples of how dangerous this macabre New World really is (check out the May 1992, February 1994 and August 1995 massacres - to mention only three of a number of such gruesome "Sarajevo TV productions").

Unlike Hollywood productions, however, these government-sponsored murders spilled the real blood of real people in the hope of winning the sympathy of the world's TV viewers.

In a bizarre way, this is the ultimate New World Order nirvana... real life becoming a servant of virtual images. And as with the upcoming London funeral, the big-name TV buzzards (Jennings, Christiana Amanpour, etc.) were on hand in Sarajevo to record the carnage.

So when the millions of the living dead lined the streets of London on Saturday to see the funeral procession; when the predicted hundreds of millions of their international compatriots joined them through the TV screens; when Britain fell silent for one minute in a tribute to Princess Diana... that's when this writer planned to be, in body or in spirit, at the graves of all those patriotic soldiers whose names mean nothing to us; all those unselfish firemen, all those brave policemen, or all those decent neighbors we never met.

Unlike Princess Diana who lived in the fast lane, and died in it, too - these ordinary heroes lived their lives in relative obscurity. They died without the pomp and ceremony awarded to those born with a silver spoon in her mouths. [Yet they are the true nobility of mankind.]


Truth in Media
Phoenix, Arizona

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