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We refer here, of course, to George W. Bush and Dick Cheney - their immediate removal from office being of the UTMOST urgency. They SHOULD have been impeached as soon as their complicity in the attacks of 9/11 became apparent. How can such committed, psychopathic enemies of the American People be permitted to remain at the helm of this formerly great nation - which yet remains nuked-up to the eyeballs - whilst they contrive ever more odious mayhem against blameless innocents at home and abroad? We simply cannot stand idly by and watch them pointedly and repeatedly provoke Russia (with potentially deadly consequences for us all) over that two-bit, Jew-infested pseudo-entity in the Middle East, "Israel" - for that is ultimately what this gunboat diplomacy off the Black Sea coast is all about.
Bush and Cheney have contrived one pointless, futile and costly conflict after another since getting their treasonous butts ensconced in the White House 8 years ago. The damage they have done abroad and at home has been incalculable, and brought the American people NO BENEFIT WHATSOEVER. Everything is being orchestrated by and for the benefit of the parasite 'state' of Israel - our 'special ally' in the region. Some "ally" this is, which has over many decades bent over backwards to drag America into any and every strategic conflict that might benefit them (the Jews) and their business interests which are heavily invested in armaments and munitions and need a constant supply of cannon fodder American youth to generate a lucrative return for those evil entities who profit from the squandered blood of others.
It's high time our military personnel AT ALL LEVELS educated themselves about foreign policy and exactly what drives it. It's high time these soldiers from the lowest ranks to the highest, made a serious effort to do some research for themselves to establish the TRUTH about this unending slaughter and how they, the best of our young people, are exploited with callous, utter ruthlessness for the sake of mollifying the insatiable hunger for power and money that these vile parasites can evidently never get enough of. Bush and Cheney MANUFACTURE conflicts wherever and whenever they please for their own personal gain and the enrichment of their Jewish cronies - and our soldiers have to pay for this endless greed with their very blood. Isn't it time the armed services woke up to the manner in which they're being duped into believing they're fulfilling some 'patriotic duty' - and have been ever since the Jews slimed their way into the US government?
Phaedrus appeals to everyone and anyone who may come across this item in whatever form it may be found after this initial publication, to do everything in their power to ensure that this message and others like it get read by the brave young men and women under arms who have NO IDEA that they are being ruthlessly exploited by FOREIGN agents with FOREIGN interests who have NO thought whatsoever for the suffering they are causing to innocent people both at home and abroad. Israel is NOT our ally - it is and always has been our WORST ENEMY OF ALL TIME. The Jews have practiced their deceit against the American people now for generations and all we have to show for it is hundreds of thousands of graves and a bankrupt economy where criminal immigrants enjoy more rights and freedoms under the law than the rest of us put together.
The time is fast approaching when elements of the armed forces of the US are going to have to decide where their loyalties truly lie: with their OWN people and the Constitution they have sworn to defend (against enemies both foreign AND DOMESTIC) - or else the Jewish/Internationalist cabal currently fronted by a sicko president and his unaccountably taciturn side-kick. So come on, guys and girls in uniform; privates, sergeants, colonels and generals: where does YOUR loyalty lie and when you have made up your minds, WHEN are you going to ACT to remove these grubby, sordid TRAITORS from their long-enjoyed positions of disastrously-misplaced public trust??
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Friday, June 27, 2008
The Pusher at the School Gates
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Allegories are useful tools for conveying to others the essence of complicated situations. The situation we're about to explore below is only made complicated by the powers that be in order to protect themselves and their overlords, the Jews. I've employed this method before, but only in passing and didn't really give it the attention it deserves. The time has come to flesh it out, because it goes to the very root of our problem in the West today and will no doubt assist those who have difficulties in understanding why we "anti-Semites" are so angry about the terrible things being done unceasingly by these vampires against decent people and their families. Some day if I get arrested for being a "hate-monger" I plan to use it in court to get my view over to the jury (if the jury system survives) in a readily comprehensible form. You might like to avail yourself of it, too, should the suppression of free speech in the West come to match or exceed that which we see in countries such as China or Burma.
Imagine, if you will, that you inhabit an apartment that overlooks a local school. Let's say you're retired and don't have too much to do all day, so you sit on the balcony just enjoying the sunshine and maybe reading a decent book. Every afternoon at the same time, the noisy chattering of the townsfolks' kids echoes over to you as they leave lessons for another day. You gaze across at them trooping home with a degree of paternalistic concern. You wonder what sort of a world they'll be inhabiting by the time you're no longer around. You sigh resignedly with the nostalgia of your own schooldays when life was so much simpler and the cultural environment infinitely more wholesome.
Another day rolls around and the chattering of the children once again assails your ears. You put down your book, having difficulty concentrating against the backdrop of this customary disturbance, and turn your gaze over to the school gates, once again fondly musing on your own innocent, long-gone school days. But something's different on this day. There's a somewhat older guy just a few yards down from the gate the children are leaving by and calling them on over to him. Some hang out with this stranger a while, others just drift on by. You think little of it. Maybe it's just a former teacher stopping by to say hello to some of his old charges. The noise diminishes in time and you get back into your book.
Some days later and you're on your balcony again. You hear the laughter and general cheeriness of the kids coming out after the completion of another school day. Oh, it's that time of the afternoon again, so you put down your book and watch the kids leave. They're in high spirits as ever. After all it's a good school in a good area and you rarely hear of any bullying or similar trouble. The scene is really quite idyllic. You're sitting there with your feet up, enjoying the sun, and watching small town life go past before your eyes. But then you notice the same, slightly older guy again, maybe 10 feet from the gate. And again he's calling some of the kids over and again some do, whilst others appear oblivious.
You're rather more suspicious this time. He doesn't look like a sex offender - whatever 'they' look like - and isn't acting like some pervert might, either. All the same, though, it's a little odd. Maybe he's one of the kid's big brothers between jobs and just likes to collect his little brother from classes and chew the rag with a few of the lad's pals. Yeah, that's probably all it is. You have no reason to suspect there's anything untoward about this older guy and this little town is a place where people don't even spit chewing gum on the sidewalk. Nothing ever happens here. It's peaceful and quiet, thank goodness. The local cops think they've had a bad day if they have to hand out more than a dozen speeding tickets.
It's now nearly two weeks later, and this guy has become quite a regular visitor. He can't be picking up a younger relative, though, as it seems there isn't anyone in particular among his little 'posse' with whom he leaves. Your curiosity is now pricked. You haven't any binoculars, but photography has always been a passion of yours, so you go back in the house and get your latest camera, attaching the longest lens you can find. What CAN they be doing? Now you're right up close with a much better view. Your blood freezes in your veins, for this guy is selling DRUGS to the kids! There can be no mistake. You see him taking money and furtively handing back little packets of what can only realistically be drugs! Your vigilance has paid off big-time: you've caught a dope dealer in action!
Your hands are shaking so badly from the shock of this sudden revelation that you can't get a good photo off. All the images from the pictures you've taken are without exception, blurry and juddery. Hell! What to do? What to do? You return indoors still reeling from your shattering discovery. This kind of thing NEVER happens in this little town. It only ever happens in larger towns and cities. You've seen pictures of it on TV and can't bring yourself to believe it's happening here, in small town America, right in front of your very eyes! Your heart is pumping nineteen to the dozen. You make a cup of coffee and try to calm down, but you're still shaking so badly out of a combination of shock and anger that you end up spilling most of it on the floor.
The very next day, this creep is once again at the school gates and you know what's coming. You're rather more cool and calm now that 24 hours of passed; still mad as hell, of course, but at least the shakes have gone. You steady your camera, zoom into the scene unfolding again before you, and crack off several good shots, all of which show money being exchanged for small packets of dope. "Got the bastard!" you whisper under your breath. You flick back through the pictures on the camera's rear screen. They're good, bright and sharp: excellent evidence. You return indoors to your computer to print them out, make yourself a congratulatory coffee (which you don't spill this time) and tuck the photos safely away in an envelope.
10am the next morning and you take your file of evidence straight to the police in the not unreasonable expectation that swift action will follow. You are somewhat dismayed, however, when the cop on duty screws his face up, takes a deep breath and asks you to wait whilst he takes them to a superior. "What's his problem," you wonder. Not enough pictures? Weren't they sharp enough? Or did he recognize the child of a colleague in one of the frames. Could be embarrassing, that! After a while two sargents appear, both looking very serious."What do you want us to do with these?" they inquire. Now you really ARE confused! "What do you think?" you reply in surprise, "I want you to nail this creep for selling drugs to kids. It's obvious enough, isn't it? This should be all the evidence you need here."
The older of the two sargents hands the envelope back to you. You sense deep unease in his demeanor. Something is just not right and you can't work out what it could possibly be. "What?? You mean you're not going to act on this??" you stutter incredulously. "I'm afraid there's nothing we can do," replies the younger cop, coldly. "But this guy is breaking the law in broad daylight selling drugs to schoolchildren!" You can feel your anger rising now, even higher than your confusion. "There's nothing any of us can do about it," they reply in unison. "Cases like these always get dropped at a higher level. It's just a waste of time," chimes in the older of the two. "My best advice to you," says the first cop with some gravity in his voice, "is to just turn a blind eye to it. Instances like this are simply more trouble than they're worth to get involved with."
You tuck your photos back in your pocket and storm out of the building, shaking your head in disgust and disbelief. The cops didn't want to know! The cops didn't want to know! This isn't how it's supposed to be in America! What the hell do these people think they're doing protecting this JERK? He's ruining these kids' futures, setting them on course for a lifetime of dependence and misery; many of them will end up in jail eventually from trying to feed the habit that this bastard is introducing them to (for his own selfish enrichment) and the law enforcement authorities could care less about it! What the hell is happening in this country? You head back to your apartment, experiencing several near-misses with other vehicles because your mind is totally preoccupied with the unbelievable stonewalling you got from the cops.
When you get home, your anger has just about reaching boiling point. You fix yourself another coffee, spilling most of it again, and sit out on the balcony to work out what to do next. The options seem pretty limited. You'd counted on the police to do what they're supposed to do, yet they won't lift a finger to help. The hours go by, but you just get more and more frustrated and angry. Going down there and busting this asshole on the nose is out of the question. 40 years ago, for sure! But age is not on your side and not only that, but you know that many of 'his sort' go around packing a gun. Why the hell should YOU - an older private citizen - have to turn vigilante and risk your life for something that the police should have willingly and instantly dealt with? The whole situation just baffles you.
After much deep thought, however, you come up with a great idea. You'll put up notices around the area to warn the parents about what's going on! You'll fire up that desk-top-publishing program and print dozens of warning posters with the best picture you took at the top of each sheet, being careful to pixelate the faces of the students, of course, but making sure the culprit is exposed clearly for the whole neighborhood to see! Yeah! That ought to do it! You set to work that very afternoon, spurred on by seeing the dope pusher up to his usual tricks with the kids again outside the school. "I'll fix that bastard!" you laugh to yourself, "Don't need those stupid cops after all!" Wasting no time, a few hours later you have a stack of 50 posters ready to go. "The cops might be useless, lazy, corrupt or incompetent, but they can't stop me from warning the parents!"
Next day, bright and early, you're out in the locality with your posters, a hammer and a box of tacks. Nothing's simpler than posting bills, and it doesn't take you very long before the first dozen are done. Much to your delight, you see one or two early-risers, dog-walkers and joggers, have already spotted them and have stopped to take a look-see. You fancy you know what their reaction will be: mad as hell! A short time later, however, you're just banging in a last nail on the 20th poster when a police cruiser pulls up along side. Two officers get out, one of which you'd encountered in the police station the day before. To your amazement, they're carrying several of of your warning notices; their jagged edges indicating they've just been hurriedly torn down...
Now things begin to take on an almost surreal quality. Without a word, the cops seize your remaining posters, the hammer and nails and bundle you into the back of the cruiser. Looks like you're heading down town. What the hell is going on? Why are they suddenly treating you like a common criminal? What the heck are they going to bust you for? Littering? People put up posters all the time and no one ever says nothing. "Would one of you people care to read me my rights?" you indignantly inquire. Silence. Neither officer says a word. Within minutes, the cruiser pulls up beside the police station and you're taken inside. The officers at the front desk seem to already know something. How odd. You can't believe all this trouble you're being put through just for trying to perform a civic service to your fellow neighborhood residents.
The younger officer is at the desk, unlike yesterday, working alone. He looks up as you're escorted in. Something in his eyes tells you what ever is coming, it's not going to be good. Finally, you get read your rights, although you really can't imagine why, as an honest citizen with no former convictions, you'd need to avail yourself of them. You will certainly not be pleading the 5th! You stride purposely up to the counter, look the cop straight in the eyes and say, "Is somebody going to tell me what the hell I'm supposed to have done?" The sargent raises his eyes and shoots you this cold, contemptuous look - the kind of look you imagine he normally reserves for someone hauled in on a major felony. He puts down his pen and says, "We already told you once to drop this. This is your second and final warning. If we have to haul you in again, you'll be charged." The hard glaze on his eyes tell you this cop isn't kidding. A moment's silence ensues before you can gather your wits.
"Charged??" you stammer, "charged with WHAT?" "Hate crime," replies the officer impassively. You're momentarily stunned. "Hate crime? Hate crime? How the hell do you arrive at charge like that? I'm no racist and the creep selling the drugs isn't black, nor even gay from what I've seen! Hate crime my ass!!" At this point a side door opens and a powerfully-built man in slacks and a sports jacket emerges. He motions to the cop to bring you over. You're guided through the door and into a small, sparsely-furnished room. The newcomer introduces himself as a detective and invites you to take a seat. He nods to the uniformed cop to leave the room, then turns to face you, remaining standing with a desk between you and him. You notice the desk is bolted to the floor. There's one window in this room, but the glass is frosted so there's no view of the outside. The atmosphere is rather intimidating, but you refuse to be cowed by it.
"Are YOU going to tell me what I'm supposed to have done?" you justifiably ask.
"Look, I'm gonna level with you," says the detective, "you were in the process of committing a serious felony in putting up those posters of yours and your actions amount to a hate crime, because by doing what you did, you're likely to arouse the anger of the community, and that can get ugly and out-of-control. You're fueling a lynch-mob mentality by putting up inflammatory material like that. This guy you claim is a drug dealer might be nothing of the sort yet wind up dead as a result of your actions. There's no telling where it might all end."
You're stunned and speechless at his words. He continues, "Do you know what will happen if you're convicted of a hate crime? First off, you go to jail, period. Could be 2 years; could be 10. Then there's a potentially unlimited fine. Plus all your property is subject to confiscation. It's a very serious matter indeed." You slouch back in the chair and cover your face with your hands. It's like some horribly bad dream - but it's ugly reality.
Now you're on the defensive. This guy has clearly misunderstood your motives. Yeah, that's got to be it. He'll understand if you just get your point across. "But I wasn't INTENDING to stir up any trouble," you begin. " - Doesn't matter," he cuts in, "your motives don't come into it. The applicable laws don't even consider them." "And this CREEP wasn't black, gay, hispanic, Jewish or anything else!" "That's irrelevant, too," replies the cop, "all the law is concerned with, in essence, is that you don't do anything which COULD incite hatred towards others."
"I was only acting for the public good!" you protest. "No defense," the cop states blankly, "I already done told you the law doesn't care what your motivations were; only with the possible CONSEQUENCES of your actions. Let's say for the sake of argument that you're right. This guy IS a dope peddler, but the parents, rather than form a lynch-mob, just escort their kids from the school, all nice and peaceful. That's no mitigation, because the material you distributed COULD still have given rise to big trouble among the community. That's still enough for a guilty verdict."
You pause momentarily taking in the enormity of what you've just be told. Being read the Riot Act for simply being a public-spirited citizen and trying to look out for your neighbors' kids is the last thing you expected. And now you're a hate criminal! "You're free to call a lawyer if you want," continues the cop, "but they'll just tell you exactly what I just did. It's your choice."
You martial together what remains of your resolve: "So basically what you're saying is that anyone can do anything they like to wreck society, but we mustn't raise awareness of it for fear of making decent people angry??"
"You can look at it any way you want," continues the cop, "we police officers don't MAKE the laws, we only ENFORCE them - and we DO enforce them. You have been warned for the last time. Today you walk out of here a free man, but if we ever find you're continuing with this one-man campaign of yours, by whatever means, even if it's just talking to people about it on the street, then you'll be back in here and charged under the hate crime legislation before you can say 'Thomas Jefferson.'"
Ladies and gentlemen, this is the nightmarish situation we're increasingly facing today with Western governments' strenuous efforts to suppress the Truth. The powers that be are contriving ever more devious and ingenious methods to prevent us from warning others about what is going on around us and who is behind it all. The time is already upon us to make the Big Decision: to remain cowed and silent whilst Evil flourishes, or to take a stand and REFUSE to submit to this new tyranny. Phaedrus and others in the blogosphere and elsewhere have already made that choice. If YOU haven't already done so, you'd better make your mind up damn fast, because the future of your children and their children will be extremely bleak, if everything that made us what we are increasingly ceasing to be, is further flushed into the rancid, malodorous, Jewish cesspit of cultural, ethnic, moral and social disintegration.
Allegories are useful tools for conveying to others the essence of complicated situations. The situation we're about to explore below is only made complicated by the powers that be in order to protect themselves and their overlords, the Jews. I've employed this method before, but only in passing and didn't really give it the attention it deserves. The time has come to flesh it out, because it goes to the very root of our problem in the West today and will no doubt assist those who have difficulties in understanding why we "anti-Semites" are so angry about the terrible things being done unceasingly by these vampires against decent people and their families. Some day if I get arrested for being a "hate-monger" I plan to use it in court to get my view over to the jury (if the jury system survives) in a readily comprehensible form. You might like to avail yourself of it, too, should the suppression of free speech in the West come to match or exceed that which we see in countries such as China or Burma.
Imagine, if you will, that you inhabit an apartment that overlooks a local school. Let's say you're retired and don't have too much to do all day, so you sit on the balcony just enjoying the sunshine and maybe reading a decent book. Every afternoon at the same time, the noisy chattering of the townsfolks' kids echoes over to you as they leave lessons for another day. You gaze across at them trooping home with a degree of paternalistic concern. You wonder what sort of a world they'll be inhabiting by the time you're no longer around. You sigh resignedly with the nostalgia of your own schooldays when life was so much simpler and the cultural environment infinitely more wholesome.
Another day rolls around and the chattering of the children once again assails your ears. You put down your book, having difficulty concentrating against the backdrop of this customary disturbance, and turn your gaze over to the school gates, once again fondly musing on your own innocent, long-gone school days. But something's different on this day. There's a somewhat older guy just a few yards down from the gate the children are leaving by and calling them on over to him. Some hang out with this stranger a while, others just drift on by. You think little of it. Maybe it's just a former teacher stopping by to say hello to some of his old charges. The noise diminishes in time and you get back into your book.
Some days later and you're on your balcony again. You hear the laughter and general cheeriness of the kids coming out after the completion of another school day. Oh, it's that time of the afternoon again, so you put down your book and watch the kids leave. They're in high spirits as ever. After all it's a good school in a good area and you rarely hear of any bullying or similar trouble. The scene is really quite idyllic. You're sitting there with your feet up, enjoying the sun, and watching small town life go past before your eyes. But then you notice the same, slightly older guy again, maybe 10 feet from the gate. And again he's calling some of the kids over and again some do, whilst others appear oblivious.
You're rather more suspicious this time. He doesn't look like a sex offender - whatever 'they' look like - and isn't acting like some pervert might, either. All the same, though, it's a little odd. Maybe he's one of the kid's big brothers between jobs and just likes to collect his little brother from classes and chew the rag with a few of the lad's pals. Yeah, that's probably all it is. You have no reason to suspect there's anything untoward about this older guy and this little town is a place where people don't even spit chewing gum on the sidewalk. Nothing ever happens here. It's peaceful and quiet, thank goodness. The local cops think they've had a bad day if they have to hand out more than a dozen speeding tickets.
It's now nearly two weeks later, and this guy has become quite a regular visitor. He can't be picking up a younger relative, though, as it seems there isn't anyone in particular among his little 'posse' with whom he leaves. Your curiosity is now pricked. You haven't any binoculars, but photography has always been a passion of yours, so you go back in the house and get your latest camera, attaching the longest lens you can find. What CAN they be doing? Now you're right up close with a much better view. Your blood freezes in your veins, for this guy is selling DRUGS to the kids! There can be no mistake. You see him taking money and furtively handing back little packets of what can only realistically be drugs! Your vigilance has paid off big-time: you've caught a dope dealer in action!
Your hands are shaking so badly from the shock of this sudden revelation that you can't get a good photo off. All the images from the pictures you've taken are without exception, blurry and juddery. Hell! What to do? What to do? You return indoors still reeling from your shattering discovery. This kind of thing NEVER happens in this little town. It only ever happens in larger towns and cities. You've seen pictures of it on TV and can't bring yourself to believe it's happening here, in small town America, right in front of your very eyes! Your heart is pumping nineteen to the dozen. You make a cup of coffee and try to calm down, but you're still shaking so badly out of a combination of shock and anger that you end up spilling most of it on the floor.
The very next day, this creep is once again at the school gates and you know what's coming. You're rather more cool and calm now that 24 hours of passed; still mad as hell, of course, but at least the shakes have gone. You steady your camera, zoom into the scene unfolding again before you, and crack off several good shots, all of which show money being exchanged for small packets of dope. "Got the bastard!" you whisper under your breath. You flick back through the pictures on the camera's rear screen. They're good, bright and sharp: excellent evidence. You return indoors to your computer to print them out, make yourself a congratulatory coffee (which you don't spill this time) and tuck the photos safely away in an envelope.
10am the next morning and you take your file of evidence straight to the police in the not unreasonable expectation that swift action will follow. You are somewhat dismayed, however, when the cop on duty screws his face up, takes a deep breath and asks you to wait whilst he takes them to a superior. "What's his problem," you wonder. Not enough pictures? Weren't they sharp enough? Or did he recognize the child of a colleague in one of the frames. Could be embarrassing, that! After a while two sargents appear, both looking very serious."What do you want us to do with these?" they inquire. Now you really ARE confused! "What do you think?" you reply in surprise, "I want you to nail this creep for selling drugs to kids. It's obvious enough, isn't it? This should be all the evidence you need here."
The older of the two sargents hands the envelope back to you. You sense deep unease in his demeanor. Something is just not right and you can't work out what it could possibly be. "What?? You mean you're not going to act on this??" you stutter incredulously. "I'm afraid there's nothing we can do," replies the younger cop, coldly. "But this guy is breaking the law in broad daylight selling drugs to schoolchildren!" You can feel your anger rising now, even higher than your confusion. "There's nothing any of us can do about it," they reply in unison. "Cases like these always get dropped at a higher level. It's just a waste of time," chimes in the older of the two. "My best advice to you," says the first cop with some gravity in his voice, "is to just turn a blind eye to it. Instances like this are simply more trouble than they're worth to get involved with."
You tuck your photos back in your pocket and storm out of the building, shaking your head in disgust and disbelief. The cops didn't want to know! The cops didn't want to know! This isn't how it's supposed to be in America! What the hell do these people think they're doing protecting this JERK? He's ruining these kids' futures, setting them on course for a lifetime of dependence and misery; many of them will end up in jail eventually from trying to feed the habit that this bastard is introducing them to (for his own selfish enrichment) and the law enforcement authorities could care less about it! What the hell is happening in this country? You head back to your apartment, experiencing several near-misses with other vehicles because your mind is totally preoccupied with the unbelievable stonewalling you got from the cops.
When you get home, your anger has just about reaching boiling point. You fix yourself another coffee, spilling most of it again, and sit out on the balcony to work out what to do next. The options seem pretty limited. You'd counted on the police to do what they're supposed to do, yet they won't lift a finger to help. The hours go by, but you just get more and more frustrated and angry. Going down there and busting this asshole on the nose is out of the question. 40 years ago, for sure! But age is not on your side and not only that, but you know that many of 'his sort' go around packing a gun. Why the hell should YOU - an older private citizen - have to turn vigilante and risk your life for something that the police should have willingly and instantly dealt with? The whole situation just baffles you.
After much deep thought, however, you come up with a great idea. You'll put up notices around the area to warn the parents about what's going on! You'll fire up that desk-top-publishing program and print dozens of warning posters with the best picture you took at the top of each sheet, being careful to pixelate the faces of the students, of course, but making sure the culprit is exposed clearly for the whole neighborhood to see! Yeah! That ought to do it! You set to work that very afternoon, spurred on by seeing the dope pusher up to his usual tricks with the kids again outside the school. "I'll fix that bastard!" you laugh to yourself, "Don't need those stupid cops after all!" Wasting no time, a few hours later you have a stack of 50 posters ready to go. "The cops might be useless, lazy, corrupt or incompetent, but they can't stop me from warning the parents!"
Next day, bright and early, you're out in the locality with your posters, a hammer and a box of tacks. Nothing's simpler than posting bills, and it doesn't take you very long before the first dozen are done. Much to your delight, you see one or two early-risers, dog-walkers and joggers, have already spotted them and have stopped to take a look-see. You fancy you know what their reaction will be: mad as hell! A short time later, however, you're just banging in a last nail on the 20th poster when a police cruiser pulls up along side. Two officers get out, one of which you'd encountered in the police station the day before. To your amazement, they're carrying several of of your warning notices; their jagged edges indicating they've just been hurriedly torn down...
Now things begin to take on an almost surreal quality. Without a word, the cops seize your remaining posters, the hammer and nails and bundle you into the back of the cruiser. Looks like you're heading down town. What the hell is going on? Why are they suddenly treating you like a common criminal? What the heck are they going to bust you for? Littering? People put up posters all the time and no one ever says nothing. "Would one of you people care to read me my rights?" you indignantly inquire. Silence. Neither officer says a word. Within minutes, the cruiser pulls up beside the police station and you're taken inside. The officers at the front desk seem to already know something. How odd. You can't believe all this trouble you're being put through just for trying to perform a civic service to your fellow neighborhood residents.
The younger officer is at the desk, unlike yesterday, working alone. He looks up as you're escorted in. Something in his eyes tells you what ever is coming, it's not going to be good. Finally, you get read your rights, although you really can't imagine why, as an honest citizen with no former convictions, you'd need to avail yourself of them. You will certainly not be pleading the 5th! You stride purposely up to the counter, look the cop straight in the eyes and say, "Is somebody going to tell me what the hell I'm supposed to have done?" The sargent raises his eyes and shoots you this cold, contemptuous look - the kind of look you imagine he normally reserves for someone hauled in on a major felony. He puts down his pen and says, "We already told you once to drop this. This is your second and final warning. If we have to haul you in again, you'll be charged." The hard glaze on his eyes tell you this cop isn't kidding. A moment's silence ensues before you can gather your wits.
"Charged??" you stammer, "charged with WHAT?" "Hate crime," replies the officer impassively. You're momentarily stunned. "Hate crime? Hate crime? How the hell do you arrive at charge like that? I'm no racist and the creep selling the drugs isn't black, nor even gay from what I've seen! Hate crime my ass!!" At this point a side door opens and a powerfully-built man in slacks and a sports jacket emerges. He motions to the cop to bring you over. You're guided through the door and into a small, sparsely-furnished room. The newcomer introduces himself as a detective and invites you to take a seat. He nods to the uniformed cop to leave the room, then turns to face you, remaining standing with a desk between you and him. You notice the desk is bolted to the floor. There's one window in this room, but the glass is frosted so there's no view of the outside. The atmosphere is rather intimidating, but you refuse to be cowed by it.
"Are YOU going to tell me what I'm supposed to have done?" you justifiably ask.
"Look, I'm gonna level with you," says the detective, "you were in the process of committing a serious felony in putting up those posters of yours and your actions amount to a hate crime, because by doing what you did, you're likely to arouse the anger of the community, and that can get ugly and out-of-control. You're fueling a lynch-mob mentality by putting up inflammatory material like that. This guy you claim is a drug dealer might be nothing of the sort yet wind up dead as a result of your actions. There's no telling where it might all end."
You're stunned and speechless at his words. He continues, "Do you know what will happen if you're convicted of a hate crime? First off, you go to jail, period. Could be 2 years; could be 10. Then there's a potentially unlimited fine. Plus all your property is subject to confiscation. It's a very serious matter indeed." You slouch back in the chair and cover your face with your hands. It's like some horribly bad dream - but it's ugly reality.
Now you're on the defensive. This guy has clearly misunderstood your motives. Yeah, that's got to be it. He'll understand if you just get your point across. "But I wasn't INTENDING to stir up any trouble," you begin. " - Doesn't matter," he cuts in, "your motives don't come into it. The applicable laws don't even consider them." "And this CREEP wasn't black, gay, hispanic, Jewish or anything else!" "That's irrelevant, too," replies the cop, "all the law is concerned with, in essence, is that you don't do anything which COULD incite hatred towards others."
"I was only acting for the public good!" you protest. "No defense," the cop states blankly, "I already done told you the law doesn't care what your motivations were; only with the possible CONSEQUENCES of your actions. Let's say for the sake of argument that you're right. This guy IS a dope peddler, but the parents, rather than form a lynch-mob, just escort their kids from the school, all nice and peaceful. That's no mitigation, because the material you distributed COULD still have given rise to big trouble among the community. That's still enough for a guilty verdict."
You pause momentarily taking in the enormity of what you've just be told. Being read the Riot Act for simply being a public-spirited citizen and trying to look out for your neighbors' kids is the last thing you expected. And now you're a hate criminal! "You're free to call a lawyer if you want," continues the cop, "but they'll just tell you exactly what I just did. It's your choice."
You martial together what remains of your resolve: "So basically what you're saying is that anyone can do anything they like to wreck society, but we mustn't raise awareness of it for fear of making decent people angry??"
"You can look at it any way you want," continues the cop, "we police officers don't MAKE the laws, we only ENFORCE them - and we DO enforce them. You have been warned for the last time. Today you walk out of here a free man, but if we ever find you're continuing with this one-man campaign of yours, by whatever means, even if it's just talking to people about it on the street, then you'll be back in here and charged under the hate crime legislation before you can say 'Thomas Jefferson.'"
Ladies and gentlemen, this is the nightmarish situation we're increasingly facing today with Western governments' strenuous efforts to suppress the Truth. The powers that be are contriving ever more devious and ingenious methods to prevent us from warning others about what is going on around us and who is behind it all. The time is already upon us to make the Big Decision: to remain cowed and silent whilst Evil flourishes, or to take a stand and REFUSE to submit to this new tyranny. Phaedrus and others in the blogosphere and elsewhere have already made that choice. If YOU haven't already done so, you'd better make your mind up damn fast, because the future of your children and their children will be extremely bleak, if everything that made us what we are increasingly ceasing to be, is further flushed into the rancid, malodorous, Jewish cesspit of cultural, ethnic, moral and social disintegration.
Friday, December 7, 2007
Is it Ever Right to Break the Law?
Like many Americans, Phaedrus was brought up to salute the flag, believe in God and trust the president. And there was indeed once a time when we could do this with all our hearts. Sadly, however, those days are over and have been over now for many decades, if the truth be known. Personally speaking, I still had some residual degree of faith in 'our' government prior to 9/11. It was only that bungled set-piece mass-murder that opened my eyes to the fact that America as we knew and loved it as kids, is sadly no more. There was no precise "time of death" for our country; it simply slipped away in the course of a few short decades.
For many years prior to the 9/11 Epiphany, though, I'd been deeply worried about the direction in which we were heading - the promotion of ugly, anti-social rap 'music' and garbage movies that glamorized highly-stylized violence. But I simply resigned myself to the fact that we live in a free country and as such some people will do and say things that the rest of us find objectionable. The fact that blacks could say anything violently racist against US, but we couldn't against THEM, I just put down to misguided but well-intentioned Liberalism. It certainly NEVER entered my head that the government and the media had teamed-up to purposely and coldly DESTROY ME, MY PEOPLE AND OUR CULTURE.
Yet that is the terrible conclusion I have had to draw from 6 subsequent years of studying the evidence. So with this awful enlightenment - as yet shared by probably less than 1% of us - I look at every proposed new law from a position of suspicion and distrust. I seek out an ulterior motive for everything that's put before Congress. The big question is this: if an outsider bribes or otherwise coerces our elected officials to pass laws that take away our rights, freedoms and liberties, am I as a citizen obliged to respect and obey those laws nevertheless? I'm afraid this is what happens in America nowadays and with every judicial twist and turn, the true American is becoming ever more marginalized.
Phaedrus takes the view that not only must such crooked, undemocratic laws be flouted, but those who sponsored and passed them must be exposed and ousted from power by whatever means necessary. And if that requires MY blood being spilled and there is no other way, then COUNT ON ME TO SPILL IT. As a citizen, it is not only justifiable for me to fight back against this corrupt, alien-backed government, it is my DUTY. And in that duty I shall not fail. Those bastards in Washington and their puppet masters in Tel Aviv can pass whatever the hell laws they like, but if they're unconstitutional then they don't count for jack so far as this blogger is concerned. THEY MUST AND WILL BE RESISTED.
For many years prior to the 9/11 Epiphany, though, I'd been deeply worried about the direction in which we were heading - the promotion of ugly, anti-social rap 'music' and garbage movies that glamorized highly-stylized violence. But I simply resigned myself to the fact that we live in a free country and as such some people will do and say things that the rest of us find objectionable. The fact that blacks could say anything violently racist against US, but we couldn't against THEM, I just put down to misguided but well-intentioned Liberalism. It certainly NEVER entered my head that the government and the media had teamed-up to purposely and coldly DESTROY ME, MY PEOPLE AND OUR CULTURE.
Yet that is the terrible conclusion I have had to draw from 6 subsequent years of studying the evidence. So with this awful enlightenment - as yet shared by probably less than 1% of us - I look at every proposed new law from a position of suspicion and distrust. I seek out an ulterior motive for everything that's put before Congress. The big question is this: if an outsider bribes or otherwise coerces our elected officials to pass laws that take away our rights, freedoms and liberties, am I as a citizen obliged to respect and obey those laws nevertheless? I'm afraid this is what happens in America nowadays and with every judicial twist and turn, the true American is becoming ever more marginalized.
Phaedrus takes the view that not only must such crooked, undemocratic laws be flouted, but those who sponsored and passed them must be exposed and ousted from power by whatever means necessary. And if that requires MY blood being spilled and there is no other way, then COUNT ON ME TO SPILL IT. As a citizen, it is not only justifiable for me to fight back against this corrupt, alien-backed government, it is my DUTY. And in that duty I shall not fail. Those bastards in Washington and their puppet masters in Tel Aviv can pass whatever the hell laws they like, but if they're unconstitutional then they don't count for jack so far as this blogger is concerned. THEY MUST AND WILL BE RESISTED.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Funny, isn't it?
Funny how Nazi Germany's treatment of the Jews during WW2 still receives saturation press and TV attention and has been called a crime against humanity; genocide; the Holocaust, yet nothing is ever said about the Jews' far worse and on-going repression, starvation and extermination of the Palestinian people.
Funny how Saudi Arabia (despite its unspeakably vile record on human rights) receives NO criticism whatsoever from the Western media and governments, and has corruption investigations against it conveniently blocked by its Western accomplices.
Funny how China (the antithesis of every democratic freedom and repressor of Tibet) gets the easy treatment and is only ever criticized - if ever - for the value of its currency and its negative contribution to America's trade deficit.
Funny how the repressive (so-called) "State of Israel" is able to murder Arab children on a daily basis and erect the highest wall between different races imaginable but if anyone else did likewise it would be dubbed "seperatism" and an unacceptable manifestation of apartheid hatred.
Funny how the US State Department ALWAYS vetoes any UN resolution condemning 'Israel' for killing innocent Palestinian men, women and children, and grabbing their land, notwithstanding worldwide international opprobrium.
Funny how we've become a terrorist target due to our slavish, unquestioning support for the murderous, illegal, bankrupt, pseudo-state of 'Israel' and our endless bankrolling of same.
Funny how being a potential terrorist target results in our hard-won rights and freedoms being whittled away by successive passages of legislation designed to 'protect' us from a threat that our own government has wantonly (perhaps even deliberately) brought upon us.
Funny, isn't it?
Funny how Saudi Arabia (despite its unspeakably vile record on human rights) receives NO criticism whatsoever from the Western media and governments, and has corruption investigations against it conveniently blocked by its Western accomplices.
Funny how China (the antithesis of every democratic freedom and repressor of Tibet) gets the easy treatment and is only ever criticized - if ever - for the value of its currency and its negative contribution to America's trade deficit.
Funny how the repressive (so-called) "State of Israel" is able to murder Arab children on a daily basis and erect the highest wall between different races imaginable but if anyone else did likewise it would be dubbed "seperatism" and an unacceptable manifestation of apartheid hatred.
Funny how the US State Department ALWAYS vetoes any UN resolution condemning 'Israel' for killing innocent Palestinian men, women and children, and grabbing their land, notwithstanding worldwide international opprobrium.
Funny how we've become a terrorist target due to our slavish, unquestioning support for the murderous, illegal, bankrupt, pseudo-state of 'Israel' and our endless bankrolling of same.
Funny how being a potential terrorist target results in our hard-won rights and freedoms being whittled away by successive passages of legislation designed to 'protect' us from a threat that our own government has wantonly (perhaps even deliberately) brought upon us.
Funny, isn't it?
Friday, August 10, 2007
Britain: bellwether for the future of America
The same dark forces seeking to destroy our freedoms and way of life here in the US are also at work in Britain and Europe – and have been for rather longer and with considerably greater success.
Unlike the US., Britain (like many other European countries) does not have a Constitution as such (this is an arguable assertion, but skeptics must accept that there are no immutable rights granted under the 1680 Constitution that cannot be, and indeed HAVE been, overturned on a whim by Parliament – and therein lies the problem for our British cousins, for it makes it hellishly difficult to dig in one’s heels against the erosion of rights, no matter how vital it may be.)
In the US, on the other hand, OUR Constitution and Bill of Rights represent a massive, immovable monolith to which we are all, whether we like it or not, chained – praise be to God. Of course the Jews and their cronies in the government, judiciary and media will claim otherwise and IF we’re dumb enough to succumb to their filthy lies, we shall DESERVE to die out as we surely will as a consequence of our ignorance and/or apathy.
The British have had their rights whittled away under successive Jew-controlled governments of all colors over the course of many decades. This is largely because unlike ours, their Constitution – such as it was back then - was built on shifting sands. OUR founding fathers, on the other hand, took Magna Carta as a base model for our fledgling country, but were far-sighted enough to see that its simple and trusting provisions were open to attack from the Enemies of Freedom. The lessons learned from the intervening 561 years of history had been well-learned!
Thus, unlike the Brits, we really have NO EXCUSE if we permit the Jews and the Gentile Cockroaches in their thrawl to erode our founding principles in any way. These principles are already immutably set-out for us in stone and NO debate over their legitimacy is necessary or appropriate. All that is needed is their DEFENSE with our own blood, sweat, toil and tears (to quote Churchill) if need be. And regrettably once again, IT IS NECESSARY. Not tomorrow; not next week; but TODAY and EVERY DAY.
Has Britain REALLY departed so far from the right path? See the next entry (following shortly) and decide for yourself.
Unlike the US., Britain (like many other European countries) does not have a Constitution as such (this is an arguable assertion, but skeptics must accept that there are no immutable rights granted under the 1680 Constitution that cannot be, and indeed HAVE been, overturned on a whim by Parliament – and therein lies the problem for our British cousins, for it makes it hellishly difficult to dig in one’s heels against the erosion of rights, no matter how vital it may be.)
In the US, on the other hand, OUR Constitution and Bill of Rights represent a massive, immovable monolith to which we are all, whether we like it or not, chained – praise be to God. Of course the Jews and their cronies in the government, judiciary and media will claim otherwise and IF we’re dumb enough to succumb to their filthy lies, we shall DESERVE to die out as we surely will as a consequence of our ignorance and/or apathy.
The British have had their rights whittled away under successive Jew-controlled governments of all colors over the course of many decades. This is largely because unlike ours, their Constitution – such as it was back then - was built on shifting sands. OUR founding fathers, on the other hand, took Magna Carta as a base model for our fledgling country, but were far-sighted enough to see that its simple and trusting provisions were open to attack from the Enemies of Freedom. The lessons learned from the intervening 561 years of history had been well-learned!
Thus, unlike the Brits, we really have NO EXCUSE if we permit the Jews and the Gentile Cockroaches in their thrawl to erode our founding principles in any way. These principles are already immutably set-out for us in stone and NO debate over their legitimacy is necessary or appropriate. All that is needed is their DEFENSE with our own blood, sweat, toil and tears (to quote Churchill) if need be. And regrettably once again, IT IS NECESSARY. Not tomorrow; not next week; but TODAY and EVERY DAY.
Has Britain REALLY departed so far from the right path? See the next entry (following shortly) and decide for yourself.
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
A vital message to our police and armed forces…
Phaedrus has culled this excellent open letter from the website of the Militia of Montana. It’s important that every police officer and soldier in the country is made aware of the fact that they are taking their orders from an illegal and out-of-control government and that the time is fast approaching when they will have to take the tough decision as to where precisely their loyalties lie and consequently, whether to join with us in taking back America for the People, or to continue as a tool of Israeli oppression in the service of our Zionist Occupational Government.
Dear Peace Officers [and Servicemen and women]:
I don't want to kill you. I don't even want to wound you. I admire your courage and the commitment you've made to help others, often at the risk of your own life. I hope you won't come for me, because if you do, one of us will die. It may be you. I've done nothing wrong.
I don't intend to. But the government that you serve has passed too many laws. I am sure to accidentally break one, some day. And that same government is systematically destroying the unalienable rights which our Constitution says may not be infringed - very specifically, my right to keep and bear arms.
I am not some wacko lunatic, but I can no longer stand idly by, while decent people are systematically enslaved by an out-of-control government. I can not allow a corrupt judiciary to use its power to destroy my rights and my country. That government and that judiciary has begun to use you to arrest and kill people just like me - people who believe that the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution and the Bill of Rights mean what they say.
You don't know me, but you see me every day. I may be a businessman, a truck driver, an executive. I could be a housewife or a salesman. But I am armed, as Americans have been for over 250 years, and I am determined to keep the freedoms that only an armed people may retain. With a rifle, I can hit a man-sized target at 800 yards. At shorter distances, in the blink of an eye, I can hit a head-size target with a handgun. I don't wear a uniform. I don't drive a marked car. I don't wear camouflage. I could be your own secretary, or your barber. I might be the guy who delivers your bottled water, or the parcel delivery lady. You don't know who I am, or what arms I have, and you never will. I am millions. I am America.
But I know you. I know your uniform, your car, and your work schedule. I know where you work, and where you live. And that is good for you, because not only am I no threat to you, so long as you do the job for which you are hired, I am also prepared to assist you when you are threatened. There aren't many of me left, you may think, but believe me, there are many, many more than you can imagine. When the chips are down, we are the ones who are truly on your side. On your side, that is, SO LONG AS YOU HONOR YOUR OATH.
We are on your side if you are one of the majority of peace officers who are not corrupt and who have not sold out to the socialists and communists who will do anything, say anything to destroy the America our fathers and grandfathers bequeathed us. No, I am no threat to you, but your bosses in government don't see it that way. They think that I, and my arms, are a threat to them, and they are planning to send you for me, just as they've sent armed, dangerous officers on select little missions for years, taking out targeted individuals. On their orders, you may succeed in murdering me for my beliefs. Or you may not.
Whether or not you succeed in murdering me, as federal agents murdered Vicki Weaver in Idaho; or as those same federal agents murdered 81 men, women and children at Waco, Texas; there will be others who will rise up in my memory, as I now rise up in honor of the innocent lives taken by the jack-booted thugs and black-clad imitation ninjas who think it is fun to murder Americans -who have somehow become convinced that it is their job to murder Americans.
I am prepared to die, honoring my sacred Oath as an American, to defend and protect the Constitution of the united States of America. Are you prepared to die to violate the Oath you took? You see, our government is out of control. You know it. You've seen it. But you, like many others, have been too concerned with your job, your family, and your pension, to say or do anything about it. Deep down, you know I am right. But you think you must follow orders.
Or must you? Are you going to murder me for having the courage to stand up for the country and the principles in which you believe? Are you going to go along with unconscionably illegal, unconstitutional orders, just as the "good" German soldiers followed their orders? Are you going to be a peace officer or a jack-booted thug? There is little difference between a street outlaw who murders and robs; and a uniformed thug who murders and robs under color of law. The result is the same. Property confiscated, lives ruined, families ripped apart, murder committed, and a free nation destroyed.
Look at history. Look around the world. As we move toward a lawless society, our country moves closer and closer to anarchy and then some form of a schism. Are you going to enforce unconstitutional laws? Are you going to be the private army of fascist dictators masquerading as democratic representatives? Or are you going to do your part to recapture America? Are you going to keep your eyes and ears open? Will you let me know when the jack-booted thugs in the SWAT teams have targeted me? Will you let your fellow officers know that they are being sold down the river by their corrupt masters? Don't come to kill me. Because I don't want to kill you.
If you do come, you may succeed - if you get lucky. But don't count on luck, because it will probably be hard - damned hard. Like millions of other Americans, I am the son or daughter of a nation of riflemen: citizen-soldiers who have a rich heritage of beating the best the enemy can
send against us. We are resourceful. We understand weapons and tactics. You are foolish if you intend to be our enemy. If you don't succeed in the long run, and you won't, here's what you can expect: Ambushes of SWAT teams; the wholesale slaughter of all the jack-booted thugs who have murdered innocent Americans on the orders of their socialist masters; targeted assassinations and kidnappings of anti-Constitution judges; assassinations of anti-American, anti-gun politicians.
By your willingness to be a good little Nazi, you will have unleashed a civil war. It doesn't have to be that way. You can do something about it. It's easy. Read the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution and the Bill of Rights. Although you took an Oath to defend them, you don't see much of them in your training, do you? Today, these documents are considered dangerous by the government, just as King George found them dangerous over 200 years ago. Why do you suppose your leaders want you to oppose the very rights you swore to protect! Why do they want a disarmed public? You know the reason. It has nothing to do with controlling crime. It has everything to do with using you to disarm, fine and control your fellow American Citizens. Don't fall for it.
DON'T FORCE ME TO KILL YOU.
Dear Peace Officers [and Servicemen and women]:
I don't want to kill you. I don't even want to wound you. I admire your courage and the commitment you've made to help others, often at the risk of your own life. I hope you won't come for me, because if you do, one of us will die. It may be you. I've done nothing wrong.
I don't intend to. But the government that you serve has passed too many laws. I am sure to accidentally break one, some day. And that same government is systematically destroying the unalienable rights which our Constitution says may not be infringed - very specifically, my right to keep and bear arms.
I am not some wacko lunatic, but I can no longer stand idly by, while decent people are systematically enslaved by an out-of-control government. I can not allow a corrupt judiciary to use its power to destroy my rights and my country. That government and that judiciary has begun to use you to arrest and kill people just like me - people who believe that the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution and the Bill of Rights mean what they say.
You don't know me, but you see me every day. I may be a businessman, a truck driver, an executive. I could be a housewife or a salesman. But I am armed, as Americans have been for over 250 years, and I am determined to keep the freedoms that only an armed people may retain. With a rifle, I can hit a man-sized target at 800 yards. At shorter distances, in the blink of an eye, I can hit a head-size target with a handgun. I don't wear a uniform. I don't drive a marked car. I don't wear camouflage. I could be your own secretary, or your barber. I might be the guy who delivers your bottled water, or the parcel delivery lady. You don't know who I am, or what arms I have, and you never will. I am millions. I am America.
But I know you. I know your uniform, your car, and your work schedule. I know where you work, and where you live. And that is good for you, because not only am I no threat to you, so long as you do the job for which you are hired, I am also prepared to assist you when you are threatened. There aren't many of me left, you may think, but believe me, there are many, many more than you can imagine. When the chips are down, we are the ones who are truly on your side. On your side, that is, SO LONG AS YOU HONOR YOUR OATH.
We are on your side if you are one of the majority of peace officers who are not corrupt and who have not sold out to the socialists and communists who will do anything, say anything to destroy the America our fathers and grandfathers bequeathed us. No, I am no threat to you, but your bosses in government don't see it that way. They think that I, and my arms, are a threat to them, and they are planning to send you for me, just as they've sent armed, dangerous officers on select little missions for years, taking out targeted individuals. On their orders, you may succeed in murdering me for my beliefs. Or you may not.
Whether or not you succeed in murdering me, as federal agents murdered Vicki Weaver in Idaho; or as those same federal agents murdered 81 men, women and children at Waco, Texas; there will be others who will rise up in my memory, as I now rise up in honor of the innocent lives taken by the jack-booted thugs and black-clad imitation ninjas who think it is fun to murder Americans -who have somehow become convinced that it is their job to murder Americans.
I am prepared to die, honoring my sacred Oath as an American, to defend and protect the Constitution of the united States of America. Are you prepared to die to violate the Oath you took? You see, our government is out of control. You know it. You've seen it. But you, like many others, have been too concerned with your job, your family, and your pension, to say or do anything about it. Deep down, you know I am right. But you think you must follow orders.
Or must you? Are you going to murder me for having the courage to stand up for the country and the principles in which you believe? Are you going to go along with unconscionably illegal, unconstitutional orders, just as the "good" German soldiers followed their orders? Are you going to be a peace officer or a jack-booted thug? There is little difference between a street outlaw who murders and robs; and a uniformed thug who murders and robs under color of law. The result is the same. Property confiscated, lives ruined, families ripped apart, murder committed, and a free nation destroyed.
Look at history. Look around the world. As we move toward a lawless society, our country moves closer and closer to anarchy and then some form of a schism. Are you going to enforce unconstitutional laws? Are you going to be the private army of fascist dictators masquerading as democratic representatives? Or are you going to do your part to recapture America? Are you going to keep your eyes and ears open? Will you let me know when the jack-booted thugs in the SWAT teams have targeted me? Will you let your fellow officers know that they are being sold down the river by their corrupt masters? Don't come to kill me. Because I don't want to kill you.
If you do come, you may succeed - if you get lucky. But don't count on luck, because it will probably be hard - damned hard. Like millions of other Americans, I am the son or daughter of a nation of riflemen: citizen-soldiers who have a rich heritage of beating the best the enemy can
send against us. We are resourceful. We understand weapons and tactics. You are foolish if you intend to be our enemy. If you don't succeed in the long run, and you won't, here's what you can expect: Ambushes of SWAT teams; the wholesale slaughter of all the jack-booted thugs who have murdered innocent Americans on the orders of their socialist masters; targeted assassinations and kidnappings of anti-Constitution judges; assassinations of anti-American, anti-gun politicians.
By your willingness to be a good little Nazi, you will have unleashed a civil war. It doesn't have to be that way. You can do something about it. It's easy. Read the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution and the Bill of Rights. Although you took an Oath to defend them, you don't see much of them in your training, do you? Today, these documents are considered dangerous by the government, just as King George found them dangerous over 200 years ago. Why do you suppose your leaders want you to oppose the very rights you swore to protect! Why do they want a disarmed public? You know the reason. It has nothing to do with controlling crime. It has everything to do with using you to disarm, fine and control your fellow American Citizens. Don't fall for it.
DON'T FORCE ME TO KILL YOU.
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