7th September 2010
Running from the red sky
put out on the highway
left to find my own way
guided by a lie
Like a hard rock song, the events of the world played a constant
drumbeat in my head throughout the summer as reports ranging from
apocalyptic to indifferent spewed out of the suddenly dangerous Gulf
of Mexico. I felt the significance of that event too deeply, in
retrospect, although what I once regarded as a short term catastrophe
might yet turn out to be a long term epidemic of environmental
Epidemiology is the study of epidemics, and the Gulf oil disaster is
only one in a panoply of calculated aggressions meant to cloud the
human speciesí peace of mind as it poisons their bodies. How many of
these media disaster spectacles do you have to hear before you pick up
the thread of the same tune being played over and over?
It was by chance that I walked through that front arch of George
Washingtonís chapel at Valley Forge one gray day in May, shortly after
driving a thousand miles thinking a tsunami, or at least a poison
cocktail cloud of bad things, would float over Florida and permanently
diminish my health. (Yes, they have found Corexit in a swimming pool
The national monument near Philadelphia was tended by a smattering of
volunteers selling patriotic trinkets, the carillon chimed overhead in
a stately belfry, and the names of the great patriots who gave their
all to drive the British tyrants away from the freedom they found in
those green Pennsylvania hills were etched into the granite walls of
the church. Hale, Randolph, Jefferson, even Eisenhower had a stone
there, but by and large, they were the names of men who remain forever
unknown to us, driven by fear of their lives being stolen, who stood
up and fought back against the royal puppetmasters who sought to
As I was already oppressed by seriously alarming feelings about the
environmental condition of the world, and also worried about the
financial soundness of the thousand mile trip Iíd just taken, my
emotions were understandably churning. But when I walked into the
chapel, it hit me that here were the names of all these men ó real
people with wives and families and friends and neighbors ó who had
given their best efforts toward saving something that was worthwhile.
With the world about to be engulfed in a poison cloud, here it was all
ruined by hypocrites in expensive suits pretending to be something
Walking into the chapel, it being of the Episcopal variety, with high
ornate mahogany stalls for the choir, brought me back to my days as
first soprano in my own episcopal choir, before my voice changed in
the seventh grade, and memories of those high hopes for life that long
since have been considerably diminished.
The heritage, the resemblance to a childhood memory, and the currently
tumultuous condition of the world as I saw it at that moment were
simply more than I could bear, and if I wasnít the residual reserve I
still possess from my macho male conditioning, I would have burst into
tears right on the spot.
What a waste! That all these menís sacrifices ó many of the signers of
the Declaration of Independence wound up broke or in jail or worse ó
because of what is happening now with a government that cares nothing
for individual American people, but only for rich Jewish fatcats who
run everything ó all these menís sacrifices have been for nothing! And
that, in my humble opinion, is worth crying about.
Whatever pretense may still be maintained that America is an actual
nation crumbles in the notion of the relationship between our current
leaders and the ones who founded this country on the principles of
truth, justice and honesty. We see in a more penetrating way that
America was crafted as a deception from the outset, that the European
banks ó owned by Rothschild ó have waged constant war against the U.S.
throughout our history. Those puppets who are publicly assigned to
serve as our presidents do nothing more than implement the orders they
are given from the central group of folks who determine what is to be
done with the world. The ones with the real power are all Jewish, and
theyíve already stolen everything America has of value, including our
Public debate still prattles on about this war and that new weapon,
but the reality is that the enemy is always invented to serve as the
rationale for the overconsumption of goods, especially weapons, from
which much money is made. Itís funny to contemplate how our own
defense budget would be the weapon that would kill us.
But those names on the walls at Valley Forge, where Washington spent a
grueling and momentous winter during the Revolutionary War, were real
men, who gave us something wonderful, something to be proud of, that
now is lost, and that too is worth crying about. Because that thing we
have lost is the obvious anchor to rediscovering a sufficient sanity
for the world, one in which different elements can at least deal with
each other, realizing the karmic penalty that is always assessed by
nature for doing anything strictly to make a profit.
In thinking about all the wars and all the losses, I recall the
anomalistic reports of American soldiers in World War II failing to
shoot at their targets because your typical Iowa farmboy didnít really
want to hurt anyone. And I think now that countries, nations, races
could actually get along if there were not this constant, ubiquitous
agency, now firmly ensconced throughout the world, that reduces
everything to the bottom line until it was either all worth nothing or
beyond the reach of most of the world.
Businessmen complain that itís too dangerous to let politicians run
the world, and they may be right, but real people know that itís too
dangerous to let businessmen run the world, because, unregulated, the
businessmen will destroy everything in the pursuit of profit, because
thatís the only thing that matters to them. Their lives depend on it.
But so do ours, and they canít be trusted with them.
Both the businessmen and politicians vie for the supernatural sanction
of their particular neighborhood, and your friendly rabbi is the most
profitable contact for you. Youíll get all the support you can handle
if you just look the other way.
So the men who spoke the noble words have gone to dust, and the men
who purport to emulate them in our present utter only the words of
their masters, the Jewish hegemons in every industry but especially in
banking, where the wheels of the world are oiled by the blood of the
innocent, and the American dream of freedom is just another plastic
flag novelty for sale at the local Chinese discount store.
What has your sacrifice been for, and what has it accomplished?
Once upon a time the battle was for freedom of speech and the right to
bear arms. Today, our government works daily to limit these. As
government grows larger, our liberty grows smaller.
The pivotal issue in the American revolution was when King George
refused to accept American currency. Today, King Georgeís successors,
ensconced in London and New York, have deliberately destroyed the
American currency, and taken our future with it.
More than two centuries ago, a few brave Americans knew what do do,
did their best, and achieved what they set out to do, mostly. Itís
time to do it the same way, and fix the flaws they missed the first
time around about the central bank.
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