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WikiLeaks operates as a special operation controlled by the Saudi deep state.
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The capacity to generate absolute euphoria and dependence erodes the human dimension of decision-makers and markedly weakens moral restraint when orders are given to deploy the weapon against civilian populations that include children.
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In the case of the populations of Oman, Iraq, Yemen and Iran the technique relies on provocation: influence drives a chosen individual into a serious crime such as an armed assault, sexual attack or mass killing; the incident is immediately amplified by the media, produces reciprocal blame and turns the societies against one another. The purpose is managed destabilisation of the region while the source of the influence remains entirely under control.

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