Which A-list celebrity will step up and ask, “Who used chemical weapons?”

Thought so. Nobody.

These A-list celebs are touchy, nervous. Go up against Obama? Are you kidding? A career killer. Suddenly the dude or dudette is back doing dinner theater in Florida, summer stock in Provincetown.

“Sorry, I can’t comment on Sarin. I’m just an actor. It’s a matter for the CIA. They’re the professionals. I’m sure Congress will take a long hard look at the Agency’s evidence.”

And that’s the intelligent brand of statement.

Mostly, you get: “Sarin? Didn’t she do a picture over at Disney? Oh, Sarin! The Latin singer!”

Celebs work off of generalities. “I’m saving Africa.” “I’m for helping the children.” “Education, yes. Definitely.”

Then you have this unvoiced subtext: “I’m Obama’s man in Hollywood. Whatever he does is okay because it forwards his agenda and his agenda is good so if he has to kill a few thousand or more people in Syria with missile strikes it’s all right because if it weren’t all right then other parts of his agenda might suffer and we can’t let that happen.”

Going deeper into other subtext: “I’m a movie star, which means I impinge on consensus reality and actually reinforces it with glitz and adrenaline and sparkle. I stand for consensus reality. It’s my job. I uphold things as they are and as they are manufactured. How do I do it? Through portraying cheesy archetypes that stand in for what is unknown, what is yet to be created. In a sense, I help derail what individuals might create for themselves. I do cartoons. I especially do cartoons of cartoons because, you see, that’s what reality is. It’s a version of a version. Lowest common denominator. I do movies about the movie called reality. So the very idea that I might step forward and ask who really used Sarin in Syria is impossible, because that would cut a hole in the movie called reality. It would start a disruptive ripple, a moment of surrealism. That is definitely not in my job description. I can save Africa, I can support education, I can help Bill Gates send 200 million doses of a (toxic) vaccine to the Third World and everything is fine. But if I ask who really used chemical weapons in Syria, I’m breaking the contract. My contract with my bosses. They’re in the profitable business of trance induction. So that’s my life, too. It’s a form of slavery, but I’m a well-paid slave. Every day I wake up and tell myself I’m doing what I want to do. I keep saying that, and eventually it sinks in further and further, and my friends and supporters and partners assure me I’m on the right track. When I have dreams about holding a press conference, with hundreds of reporter present, and the world watching, during which I expose everything I know about fake consensus reality and I feel a fantastic surge of fierce joy in my blood, I wake up and take a sleeping pill. So don’t get in my face about chemical weapons in Syria. I’d have to take more pills, and it could endanger my health. You see? I’m ingesting my own chemical weapons.”

Jon Rappoport