Reply to the "Unco Guid"
June 19, 2005:
One, last word to the politically correct, the euphemizers, and their ilk generally. "To speak of atrocious crimes in mild language is treasonous to virtue." That quote, from eighteenth century British statesman and philosopher Edmund Burke, is among the opening quotations in my book, "Letters to Aaron-the Hal Luebbert Story." You should read it. The government of the United States, is in fact—published, proven, incontrovertible fact—a conspiracy of criminals. Their actions and behavior is so obviously criminal that the further fact of it beggars description. Only a professional historian would know where to start. You might start with my own story. Read the book. You might start with something like the Iran-Contra Affair, so called. Look up Barry Seals, Terry Reed, Felix Rodriguez (did you know he still wears Che Guevara's wrist watch?), Admiral Poindexter, and the rest—to pick one instance of outright gangster criminality of which I happen to know personally (in recovering one of the stolen planes, and inferring the rest, I was among the first to know what was going on). The conspiracy part is a matter of definition. Look it up. For every outright crook in government, doing things that are plainly against the law, they are twenty more who know what's going on, and for one reason or the other—all but invariably self-serving ("it's my job")—do nothing, go along. That's conspiracy. "Subornation" is the nice, esoteric legal term.
For Brooks: I don't apologize for the terms "Fuehrer" and "Reichsfuehrer," either. In the first place, I said "wannabe." That Bush, Cheney and their crew want to be dictators in the Nazi character is everywhere evident. They are fairly bellowing it to the wide world. Governments in this country are all but always criminal conspiracies. That's because the public, people like you, are charged by the Constitution and the Founding Fathers with keeping government honest. You don't. You rationalize and euphemize, the better to do nothing. What do you call what government officials and bureaucrats did to me and my family? Name something that was done that was legal, even under tax law and their own rules of procedure then. Read my book, then tell me how what was done to Robert Smiley and the others was legal. Read the quote from famed (and may his tribe increase) attorney Gerry Spence leading Chapter Four. Not one of the people who murdered Sammy and Vicki Weaver were punished.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're damned right—I DO keep bringing that up. Waco, too. Each time, the conspiracy covered for its co-conspirators. You people . . . I started to say, "make me sick." No, not sick. You piss me off. You piss me off because you're co-conspirators, too—like the government employees who say nothing in order to protect their miserable jobs. Like the passersby that day when the eight-passenger bus hits what ostensibly is an old man, then de-busses driver and passengers who kick and otherwise assault their victim as he lies stunned and bleeding on the street. Pleaded with to get the names of witnesses, these public-spirited citizens get in their cars and leave, to allow malfeasant cops who show up all the lee-way necessary to protect the attackers. The driver of a bus that hits a pedestrian in a signal-protected cross-walk, leaves eighty-four feet of skid marks, hurls the pedestrian's body sixty-one feet from the cross-walk, receives no citation for traffic violation. The police report is fabricated to omit the names of principals (except the pedestrian. Not a conspiracy?! You'd better be careful: some day you might respond to another set of circumstances like that with an opinion like that, and they'll put you in a rubber room. That's schizoid—separated from reality.
You're a moribund, my country, a nation dying of neglect, neglect of the principles and people who made you great. You treat the Bill of Rights like asswipe (your young people don't even know what it is). You've got three-hundreds of billions for camouflaged adventurism in Iraq, and peanuts for the poor and the elderly of "The Greatest Generation"—which includes men who fought and died for you, men like the 101st Airborne's Band of Brothers." You let your young women and children be stolen away to be made slaves by perverts around the sick part of the world—and you know damned good and well who that is—and you do nothing to stop the torrent of their kind pouring into the country. And that's rationalized by for a myriad of contemptible reasons, the worst of which is that it's "politically correct."
You're dying. Hurry up—when you're dead, people like those who founded you in the first place will pick up the pieces and start all over start again. This time, though, they'll take steps to assure that what happened to you doesn't happen again. They'll restrict government to the tiny number of things it can do better than individuals and small groups themselves. They'll keep their money and the power it brings at home, where it belongs. Resolutely and with relentless attention. Hurry up and die. The planet and its people can't stand much more of you.
From my website www.judoknighterrant.com
One, last word to the politically correct, the euphemizers, and their ilk generally. "To speak of atrocious crimes in mild language is treasonous to virtue." That quote, from eighteenth century British statesman and philosopher Edmund Burke, is among the opening quotations in my book, "Letters to Aaron-the Hal Luebbert Story." You should read it. The government of the United States, is in fact—published, proven, incontrovertible fact—a conspiracy of criminals. Their actions and behavior is so obviously criminal that the further fact of it beggars description. Only a professional historian would know where to start. You might start with my own story. Read the book. You might start with something like the Iran-Contra Affair, so called. Look up Barry Seals, Terry Reed, Felix Rodriguez (did you know he still wears Che Guevara's wrist watch?), Admiral Poindexter, and the rest—to pick one instance of outright gangster criminality of which I happen to know personally (in recovering one of the stolen planes, and inferring the rest, I was among the first to know what was going on). The conspiracy part is a matter of definition. Look it up. For every outright crook in government, doing things that are plainly against the law, they are twenty more who know what's going on, and for one reason or the other—all but invariably self-serving ("it's my job")—do nothing, go along. That's conspiracy. "Subornation" is the nice, esoteric legal term.
For Brooks: I don't apologize for the terms "Fuehrer" and "Reichsfuehrer," either. In the first place, I said "wannabe." That Bush, Cheney and their crew want to be dictators in the Nazi character is everywhere evident. They are fairly bellowing it to the wide world. Governments in this country are all but always criminal conspiracies. That's because the public, people like you, are charged by the Constitution and the Founding Fathers with keeping government honest. You don't. You rationalize and euphemize, the better to do nothing. What do you call what government officials and bureaucrats did to me and my family? Name something that was done that was legal, even under tax law and their own rules of procedure then. Read my book, then tell me how what was done to Robert Smiley and the others was legal. Read the quote from famed (and may his tribe increase) attorney Gerry Spence leading Chapter Four. Not one of the people who murdered Sammy and Vicki Weaver were punished.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're damned right—I DO keep bringing that up. Waco, too. Each time, the conspiracy covered for its co-conspirators. You people . . . I started to say, "make me sick." No, not sick. You piss me off. You piss me off because you're co-conspirators, too—like the government employees who say nothing in order to protect their miserable jobs. Like the passersby that day when the eight-passenger bus hits what ostensibly is an old man, then de-busses driver and passengers who kick and otherwise assault their victim as he lies stunned and bleeding on the street. Pleaded with to get the names of witnesses, these public-spirited citizens get in their cars and leave, to allow malfeasant cops who show up all the lee-way necessary to protect the attackers. The driver of a bus that hits a pedestrian in a signal-protected cross-walk, leaves eighty-four feet of skid marks, hurls the pedestrian's body sixty-one feet from the cross-walk, receives no citation for traffic violation. The police report is fabricated to omit the names of principals (except the pedestrian. Not a conspiracy?! You'd better be careful: some day you might respond to another set of circumstances like that with an opinion like that, and they'll put you in a rubber room. That's schizoid—separated from reality.
You're a moribund, my country, a nation dying of neglect, neglect of the principles and people who made you great. You treat the Bill of Rights like asswipe (your young people don't even know what it is). You've got three-hundreds of billions for camouflaged adventurism in Iraq, and peanuts for the poor and the elderly of "The Greatest Generation"—which includes men who fought and died for you, men like the 101st Airborne's Band of Brothers." You let your young women and children be stolen away to be made slaves by perverts around the sick part of the world—and you know damned good and well who that is—and you do nothing to stop the torrent of their kind pouring into the country. And that's rationalized by for a myriad of contemptible reasons, the worst of which is that it's "politically correct."
You're dying. Hurry up—when you're dead, people like those who founded you in the first place will pick up the pieces and start all over start again. This time, though, they'll take steps to assure that what happened to you doesn't happen again. They'll restrict government to the tiny number of things it can do better than individuals and small groups themselves. They'll keep their money and the power it brings at home, where it belongs. Resolutely and with relentless attention. Hurry up and die. The planet and its people can't stand much more of you.
From my website www.judoknighterrant.com
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