The Federated Republic set up by the Founders pictured has become a tarnished image of what it once was and as was intended. When Ben Franklin was leaving the Constitutional Congress after the ratification of the Constitution he was approahed by a lady and asked,
“What have you given us, Sir!
Ben’s reply, “A Federated Republic madam, if you can keep it!”
What we have in play today is an all out attempt by the Demoncrats and their ilk, (Like the idiot Chris Shiftless below) to finally destroy the Federated Republic instilled by the Founders of our great nation through this National Heath Care scam. It is part an parcel of this incessant drive by the communists and socialists of the Demoncratic party to instill an oligarchical democracy which in turn will end up like all other attempts at same, as tyranny of one form another!
There are things which have been done in the past that would NEVER see the light of day today. Do you really think that the 16th Amendment that allows for the legalized extortion of the Income Tax, would be passed today? Do you think that the Federal Reserve Act would pass muster today? An act that lets criminal international bankers have absolute control over our monetary and economic policies! I know it would not, yet we let these criminals in the Beltway that have taken over our country keep these subjugating laws in effect! We are the people, yet we the people have become sheeple and let the thieves in suits steal our national heritage and wealth and give it away to international banker thieves!
We must wake up out of our collective stupor and take back our country by repealing ALL laws and Amendments that allow the lawyers of the criminal internationalists to steal our county’s wealth!
America Again in 2010! Hopefully!
Trust me, God isn’t dead. God isn’t even pissed. God really honestly couldn’t care less what is going on here. We are on our own. Period. End of story. People can rant and rave and call for revolution and war and spending and “transparency” and all that other crap. God doesn’t care. We can sit around and moan and groan about the food being genetically engineered, about the fact that oil and gas reserves were placed somewhere other than right here in America where we seem to be able to put it all to such good uses (nyuk, nyuk), and about nuclear weapons, the weather, earthquakes, super computers, crime, poverty, breakthroughs, and let downs. In the end, all you get is one last gasp and then it’s over.
What then? What is anybody going to do for anyone when it’s over? And really, who cares. Obviously, nobody really cares now. Imagine what it must be like when the end is nigh and it’s all over. Who cares then? Heck, honestly it’s hard for me to remember the names of some of the multitudes of people whom I knew who are now dead. Oh, maybe there’s about ten or twelve people. That’s it. And mostly, all I remember is one or two images of them doing things that were for some reason or other indelibly etched into my memory.
Take for instance the time I got caught lunging spitballs at the blackboard during Sunday School. Frankly speaking, I hated Sunday School. The only thing I remember was that there was a short red-headed woman from New York who seemed to think she knew what was best for everybody. It pissed me off so badly that I resorted to spitballs. It was my way of revenge against the influences of one individual whom I felt wanted nothing more than to come down South and “civilize” the heathens. Ever since then, I always though of New York as evil. It has stayed with me to this day. I will never go there again, and I have no use for it.
We had a good life growing up. Life was simple. It was predicated upon a few simple points: Respect, hard work, and honesty. Okay, throw in some drinking and womanizing with that, too. It wasn’t exactly a portrait of Norman Rockwell. Life was boring, and that was good. When teevee came around, that’s when things started to fall apart, namely my family. I blame the whole demise of America and the world on teevee. I guess it dudn’t take a genius to figure that one out.
I watched in horror as teevee supplanted human interaction. It was as though my spitballs were uncalled for, uncouth, and unworthy of anyone’s attention. The fact that I railed against the horrors of elitist indoctrination by hijacking and using religion as a medium had to be overcome. The way to do this was by using images cast upon a screen coming from the epicenters of “culture”. Suddenly, if my anger had to be directed against these propagandists and usurpers then I had to do it at my own risk of being labeled as destroying “property”.
Yes, when teevees became property, so did everyone. Many of y’all don’t remember how and why teevee came about. It wasn’t some kind of technological leap forward insomuch as it was a psychological step backward. It took people out of the present tense and put them all into the past tense. Instead of carrying on a line of argument whether pro or con on issues, the discussions of the day centered around what happened on teevee. Case closed. No questions asked. And that’s the way it is, according to Walter Cronkite.
Today, here you have fake wars going on in which the teevee serves as a medium by which to channel people’s anger. The Eric Massa “event” underscored how anger and outrage can be turned into a media spectacle. The funny thing is that nobody will hardly even remember it, because it is not something that people can relate to. I personally don’t care who walks around nude in the showers at the Congressional gym. And I personally don’t care whose mouth is filthier in Washington, DC. It’s just a show to me, that’s all. It is a meaningless, mindless waste of time.
And personally I do not care if politicians throw wars or not. It is of little or no consequence to me whatsoever. I honestly don’t care if I ever become rich either, and I certainly will not worry about how I am going to drop dead one day or how much it is going to cost to get me from this point to the hereafter. I’ll let all of y’all worry about that. That’s the job of the living, which is to dispose of the dead.
Until then, however, I am going to bother you and disturb you. I want to make you angry and upset and pissed off and loathe the way things are. The reason is because my life was disturbed, and I was made to become angry and upset and pissed off and to loathe things which I had no concept of at the time, and honestly I still do not have any idea what all this shit is about. That’s the point, you see. After all the song and dance routines have petered out, the ones who sit around and watch this shit are left feeling empty and ashamed, fearful and resentful, powerless and uncared for.
Who does shit like this? What kind of minds do things like this? Why are people taken for a ride they did not sign up for? Can’t anyone remember the simple pleasures of their youth? A hard days work followed by a walk around the block, the cicadas sing their songs in unison in the treetops as the sun sets in the background of a day that nobody dares to speak a word about. The reason for not commenting on ones day is that they are all the same. Joy and sadness, birth and death, the prayers and the supplications gone unheard as people relentlessly succumb to the awesome pressure of simply being alive.
The whole purpose of life is to make sure that every succeeding generation understands that there is little or no hope for salvation. We cannot find joy or happiness in a box. We can’t find everlasting life in a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. There is no difference between anyone in the graveyard. When it’s over it’s over, and the bottom line is to make sure that young people understand the humbling experience that life really is.
Those who wish to overstep their bounds and make unfounded promises to others, who hunger for a fast track to redemption are nothing short of demons. Giving people false hope is tantamount to utter godlessness, and speaking of which there is a lot of both going on today. For once in my life before I croak, I would like to have a so-called leader get up and say simply and succinctly that there is no law, no government, no currency, and no person who can help anyone. It’s all up to you. You have to reach down in your soul and decide for yourself what is right and wrong. You have to test it with others to see how it sells. The pathway toward wisdom is through the ego, and the satisfaction of the self is not the end.
Personally, I have given up trying to answer any of these daunting questions. It doesn’t bother me anymore that this world is completely off balance, driven off a cliff by false prophets called politicians and media personalities, to name a couple. Everybody wants recognition for things that they themselves have no answers. Yet people want others to believe in them in an act which connotes riding down the highway in a car whose power is generated from jumper cables attached to another car. At some point in time, you have to sail on your own. Cutting the cord is just half the battle. The next step is finding your inner strength and determination to live life and not some fabrication thereof.
Those spitballs represent more than just questioning the existence of God. It was the rejection of those who wished to impart their ideas on others. It was a natural reaction to having a unique soul disrespected by someone who felt they had an obligation to impart their way of living on me. It was the foundation from which I became determined more than ever to be myself. This is what God wants from us, and this is what is in such short supply today.
Everywhere you go there are constant reminders about what is allowed and what is not approved for human conduct. Yet, if you take a look beneath the surface of these flimsy control mechanism foisted onto people by those who are stuck in their own egotistical and insecure relationship with themselves, then you will find that these rules are meant for people who have been trained to abide by rules. As for others, rules are a meaningless. Take a look at Detroit or Chicago for that matter, and you will see corruption, death, and destruction seemingly without end and largely unaccounted for and unchecked.
For those who think they need rules, allow me to take you back in time when rules were created. It started for me when a lovely and beautiful thing called religion was taken over by those whose insecurities and ulterior motives far outweighed their penchant for loving the living God that exists inside every human soul. The ones who preached morality the loudest and who claimed to have the better ideas simply because they hailed from the epicenter of the emerging new media empire are God’s enemies. They dress up in fine clothing, speak eloquently, and sometimes make lots of sense. But their purpose is to convince you of the importance of their message, their ideals, their goals, and their ways of speaking and acting.
I curse and swear, I drink occasionally, I advocate for war as much as peace, and I see the world for what it is. The world will always be in conflict because there will always be those whose personality traits are stuck back in a developmental stage which more closely represents the apes. By any means necessary, however, becomes more dangerous than primates because people cleverly know how to mask their intentions with the learned lyrics of lore, from religion to philosophy, from psychology to medicine, from the law to the insidious art form that combines them all called public relations, marketing, and generally speaking propaganda whose intent is solely that of controlling the thinking of others.
I was actually self-taught about the way the world works. I did not learn it from books. What I did learn about the world is that the power of the human personality is immense if harnessed and used properly. The best advice for parents of kids coming up is to teach them how to think for themselves against a torrent onslaught of messages emanating from the workshops of those devils who thrive off of attention. The centerpiece of this epoch is poignantly represented by a president of the United States who sees his role as the enforcer whose job it is to solidify by all means necessary the cultural mores of a gaggle of corrupt souls.
God doesn’t care one way or the other what any of us do because God exists in each one of us, and the point it seems for others in terms of their existence on this planet is to deny others the ability to find God. In that respect, God is not some external being who sits on a throne way up high worrying over every detail of our existence. You do, however. The absolute worst case scenario is being played out right now in front of your very eyes with all of the media going full blast in desperation trying to persuade you to hang on and pay attention to them as they make sense out of the world on your behalf. Such a life is not worth living frankly speaking, which in turn should come as no small surprise as to why there is so much desperation in the world today.
I do not intend to convince you as to how to live your life. I don’t care what color your skin is, what language you speak, who you sleep with, or whether you rob banks, kill people, or hand out food to the poor. All of that is unimportant. What is important is that you learn to think for yourself and find out who you are and in turn understand that this process of self-respect is what is required of all creatures. The structure of life today is a complete fabrication and falsification of this process. In a word, it is slavery.
And so well, wasn’t yesterday fun?! All the meltdowns and name-calling and so on and so forth. The doomsdayers came out in full regalia proclaiming the end of the world, while the usual suspects run away with the loot in order to produce more spectacles about hopelessness and helplessness. But if you think about it, isn’t that the point of all of this insidious behavior anyway – to take you away from yourself in order to give others the satisfaction they crave for being detached from themselves as well.
-TDN
Fred on Everything basically skewers the Mexican drug “war” in this article.
The colonels in the Five-Sided Squirrel Cage really believe they can reform the Mexican judiciary and infuse the police with virtuous fervor for American ideals. I spoke to a field-grade American officer about this. He had taken a six-month intensive course in Spanish at the Defense Language Institute and spoke less Spanish than my daughter did after two weeks here.
-TDN
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