Vatic Note: This is a compelling testimony from a victim of the society and civilization we have become. I call him/her victim because they were not "raised" that way as children. They became callous, detached, non empathic, lack compassion, because as adults we socially have been engineered to think that way. We have been socially engineered through desensitizing us to the in humanity we are surrounded with day by day.
We don't see other cultures as we see ourselves, rather we are indoctrinated to see them only as "the enemy" and not humans like ourselves. propaganda, disinformation, indoctrination, false flags blamed on the so called chosen "enemy of the day", and then taught and ordered to perform horrific acts of inhumanity against the members of that society. Its a satanic way of dealing with wounded souls who are contantly being assaulted. The Palestinians come to mind.
Its the infiltrated Khazars, into our government, industries, professions, that has brought these tools and techniques to our shores to change the perceptions of the American taxpaying citizen. Torture, genocide, decapitation etc, are all crimes against humanity that we, as Americans, would never have accepted in the past and today we don't bat an eyelid. These khazar psychologists have succeeded in fostering a breed of human animal that we had never seen before in the ancient and early past. We should be ashamed of ourselves for ever, ever letting that happen.
Read this and see what I mean. You decide.
Heartbreaking: Here’s What A U.S Soldier Said When Asked To Justify The War On Terror
http://humansarefree.com/2015/11/heartbreaking-heres-what-us-soldier.html
By Admin, Humans Are Free, November 2015
When a Reddit user posted an open question to U.S soldiers asking them
how they justify their actions against innocent civilians abroad, he
probably didn’t expect this candid response…
‘You kill. Watch
friends die. It’s usually quick, almost never quiet, but for the rest of
your life, when you remember sitting at the bar with them, they’re
blown open. You picture the nights you spent downtown at Scruffy
Murphy’s, but instead of the stupid hookah shell necklace, your boy’s
jaw is blown off, and his left eye is ruined, and he’s screaming.
You
fight, you kill, you watch friends die, and you notice a distinct lack
of change. You kick in doors and tell terrified women to sit on the
floor while you and your friends ransack their home, tearing the place
apart, because they might be hiding weapons.
There is no reason
to believe this house in particular is enemy, same for the next one, and
the one after that, or the seven before; they just happened to be
there, and maybe they had weapons. Probably not, they almost never did.’