He was once a hero of mine.
A singer who sang about the issues I cared about.
But, “Sunday, Bloody Sunday,” has become “Endgame, Bloody Endgame,” as the one time singer who articulated the ideals of a generation, turns advocate and spokesperson for the awful, dreadful, death impregnated, GM seed and food corporations of the globe.
The G8 Summit, where the great and the greedy met to plan their attack on an unsuspecting continent, will go down in history as the final chapter in a globalized attack on the poor and downtrodden of our world.
For we all know about India and the almost quarter of a million dirt poor farmers who have taken their lives in all manner of disturbing ways.
That was about seed.
Seed with great advertising and promises behind it, pushing it upon the most vulnerable upon our sacred Earth.
And, if I know…I, a woman living in the remote west of Ireland without television or daily paper, then I am certain that Bono knows all this and more!
After all, did he not spend time with President Obama at the G8 Summit?
So, why, Bono…why?
I write about, film and photograph, Mother Earth, from Bealtaine Cottage, encouraging others to open little portals of healing energy all over the world.
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