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Tuesday, August 14, 2012
ANONYMOUS COMPUTER USAGE IN THE AGE OF TOTAL INFORMATION AWARENESS
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
MESSAGE TO THE VETERAN
MESSAGE TO THE VETERAN
J. Croft
http://freedomguide.blogspot.com
You gave years of your life to defend
You gave-and you’d like to think that your sacrifice was to preserve
Leftist rant? Right wing paranoia? You think I’m wearing a tinfoil hat?
Then how come the borders are wide open yet Americans are being accosted Gestapo-style at our airports and bus stops? How come checkpoints are sprouting up all over our once Free nation? How come thirty million illegals can run rampant in our once Free nation yet we are constantly accosted by overtestosteroned uneducated cretins with guns and fragile egos-known as cops-for the most asinine “infractions” and run through a cash register legal system?
How come lawyers run this country and write the laws and administer them, prosecute us for their laws? How come we let bureaucrats enforce each and every asinine rule and impose life destroying penalties on whole families and communities? How come we let what’s supposed to be our government commit massive fraud against the People by taking the money from all those taxes and investing them in for –profit financial vehicles, then taking the profit and using it to pay the bills? (Go to www.cafr1.com to confirm this).
How come known traitors like Bill and Hillary Clinton-who murdered children with poison gas and fire at
Is this what you fought and sacrificed your youth, your health, your future for?
USED IN WARS-FOR THE ELITE
The current wars in
And we have destroyed
*Coup that plants CIA stooge Saddam Hussein in absolute power.
*Eight years of brutal war against
*Baiting Saddam to invade
*Desert Storm, which led to a decade of devastating economic sanctions against a already defeated war weary Iraqi people. In spite of the fact that the only people those sanctions affected were the estimated one million Iraqi children… children dying of starvation and disease… those sanctions weren’t deemed sufficient; under the guise of “no fly zones”
*Operation Iraqi Freedom, waged even though there was NO connection to 9/11, NO proof that war ravaged land was-or could-develop nuclear weapons. You
That’s just
What about Korea-American troop positions, plans, and even personnel rosters were dutifully reported to the UN… which gave them to the Soviets, who gave them to the North Koreans and Chinese and caused a three year stalemate?
Let’s briefly examine World War Two; how FDR deliberately offered a collection of obsolete, old battleships to the Japanese Navy to piss you off enough to go to war? How about the
We’ll go on to the First World War-that was started by an assasination of some inbred blueblood duke became the excuse to empty a generation’s worth of war production in a year of some of the most horrific warfare experienced. How is it that the
American history is filled, filled with false provocations and misplaced rage against those the self-titled “elite” stage manage behind the scenes. For what? Average folks everywhere murdered? Their lands and wealth they struggled to build with honest work stolen? Oppressive empires built and torn down for more empire?
USED, ABUSED, PROFITED FROM AND CHUCKED ASIDE
What did you get out your military service? Got to fly some damn cool aircraft, or steer a 90,000 ton aircraft carrier, or shoot automatic weapons. Or maybe it’s having hundreds of men under you, responsive to your orders. Certainly, the military has some sweet perks to get you to sign that dotted line…
No, it was making a difference for your country, your people. That’s what it boils down to. You go in, get told you’re going to do things that matter, and that’s important for people-that they matter in the greater scheme of things. Problem is, the greater scheme of things is controlled, directed, designed by a pack of criminals-violent psychotic bluebloods who consider themselves gods. You’re their toy soldiers and the entire planet is their sandbox. When they’re done with you-when you get too expensive to care for from IED blasts or sucking down too much depleted uranium microparticles you’re kicked to the curb. Back in civilian life, denied your benefits.
They make trillions off weapons sales and stock speculations and you can’t even get treatment for the injuries you got from their wars. They shape history to their whim, and you wind up alone because nobody can live with you and your post-traumatic stress disorder. They pose in front of the flag and proclaim that their scripted conflicts are for securing freedom, and you get harassed by state loving cops for sleeping on steam grates because you’re homeless.
Your biggest enemy was the government you served.
Your biggest enemy IS the government you once served so faithfully.
Your biggest enemy is still on the offensive against us all; keeping us at each other’s throats… what will it take for you to rise to our defense?
“WHAT CAN I DO?”
More than you can realize, but do you have the will?
You need to anyway because, look around; America has been used and abused and put away wet with false wars, economic vampirism, globalism-all perpetrated by flag waving traitors. Why is it that a lot of those who wave the flag hardest, that make the biggest protestations about their “patriotism” turn out to be the biggest traitors?
It’s November, 2007; time to join the Ron Paul Revolution as that man and the people behind him-Americans of all kinds-recognize this is our very last chance at affecting peaceful political change in this country. Join, and do more than support Ron Paul; run for political office in your home town, or some town near you whose local parasites in government service are making life hell for the People.
Those returning from
If you’re going back to military service, know that the government’s plan for martial law and dictatorship cannot be allowed to succeed. It would be the final death of the
Are you moderately successful? Start laying in private sale war surplus rifles and ammunition, cache them by individual rifle and 500 rounds in a sealed PVC tube, bury them. Bankroll a Appleseed shooting club(www.rwva.org)/militia outfit(www.awrm.org). Lay in machine tools, knowledge of basic 19th and 20th century manufacturing techniques. Secure underground tunnels, and smaller caves-most caves are on record and undoubtedly on search lists. Since you being successful have a better knowledge of the local politics than the average American, help finance and advise a emergency recall election campaign to clean out the scum. Back local Patriots with talent. Any vets out there homeless? Any of them you know? Help get them off the streets already!(Yes, they smell and they’re usually messed up in the head but… this is how we thank them for their military service?! We bitch at the government but we act just as cold.)
…See, you actually have money. Jesus said that it’s easier for a camel to fit through the eye of a needle than a rich man reaching heaven because people are supposed to help others-and rich folks can help more folks than anyone else. Whether from metals investments or you have businesses you have resources to make the Second American Revolution happen. So what’s stopping you? You know you’re not going to take it with you, and you’re not even going to be able to give it to your kids because the beast that is the
Are you a regular blue collar guy? Just getting by? You and others can do what a rich person can do-just each of you kick a portion into a fund-that’s not in a bank. And have it in gold and silver. Get back in shape, get shooting (www.rwva.org) get a militia unit going (www.awrm.org) sort out who can do what, and back your talented people because the beast fears motivated, talented people who hate them enough to dedicate their lives to war against them more than ANYTHING.
Homeless? I don’t know the depths of your pain; what drove you to the street. I do know that you ain’t making it on your own-so band together with other homeless and vets if you haven’t already. Your priority is survival, but first you need shelter, so here’s a crazy suggestion; take over a abandoned home by ADVERSE POSSESSION. Your whole group; if there’s 20 or 30 of you get a big house. You’ll probably wind up in some gang war zone-but you’re vets, so those gangstas you don’t get together against, maybe you can convert them to the Cause. Keep in mind you probably won’t have a car so locate within walking distance of grocery stores and other shopping. This isn’t a permanent suggestion, because the cities will become the citadels of the beast but you can’t do anything else like hold down a job and get your lives back together until you have shelter. Once you have a roof over your heads you can start enacting the suggestions I wrote about above.
Most of all, hardship is coming, like nobody in history has experienced.
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J. Croft
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
ONCE UPON A NIGHT AT A BAR, WITH A TRAITOR
J. Croft
freedomguide.blogspot.com
WARNING: The following is absolutely made up, it’s just some drunken ranting so you can just go back to sleep Mr. and Mrs. ‘Murika. Chumps.
This happened a few years ago, right before we invaded and conquered Iraq. It was at a stereotypical chain sports bar, in the middle of suburbia amid the great mass of Middle America-“flyover country” to the person I had this bar conversation with.
I was on my computer, and… you ever get a feeling you should do something, go someplace? I’m not talking the average notions that enter our noggins, I’m talking grab you by your very soul and go do it right now, damnit!
I did there and then, and that compulsion was to hit this one bar. (1)
Now, I like hanging out at bars and drinking, having some food to soak up the beer so you’re still good to go on the drive home afterward.(2) So this was looking to be a good ideal, cuz I like hanging at this particular bar… it’s one of those chain bars but they have decently sized drafts at decent prices and the food’s good (tasting) enough so I went.
I go in, hang at the bar and it’s in a horseshoe configuration. I go and sit: in the middle,sat this howdy-doody redhead looking yuppie dude. I’m talking bowl cut redhead, a flaming rich assed preppie with the gay gator shirt, shit-eating grin, texas drawl, y’all and he was so obviously SLUMMING IT at my bar.
This person’s air… I got to comment on the “air”, the attitude people give off.
People have a presence that goes beyond the sum of posture, cleanliness, health, dress, the look on their face; it’s the manifestation of their spirit. Their spirit that reflects the totality of their lives; what they’ve experienced, learned, done.
And this cat’s presence… it was like watching a great white shark in a school of minnows… in a rare moment of contentment with his appetite, yet perfectly capable of using a hundred different means to literally destroy any one of us at that bar that night.
His beady gaze, his eyes: underneath the well-practiced joviality he had the eyes of a cobra. This, in other words, was a man to reckon with in spite of the preppie frat boy image he pumped out so hard.
And this dude was unusually outgoing, engaging. The dozen or so other dudes and one withered up old bar skank-and especially myself-would say a few things, between beers and eating watch the NASCAR. Or, zone out in thoughts about the half dozen or so things in our small, ordinary lives, that crop up to the beat of Metallica and Pearl Jam.
But not the Texan. His voice booming he’d talk to anyone and everyone-this asshole’s some kind of politician! Okay, he’s young so he’s some kind of aspiring politician-which is even worse because everyone knows a aspiring politician has a whore’s morality with the hungry ruthlessness of a crackhead… There’s a bit more to this though-his voice is familiar to me somehow, I heard it before but I’m racking my beer-soaked brain trying to figure out where…
Anyway, this dude, first time at this bar, wants to get everyone involved in a big across the bar conversation, manufacturing a social moment, and the first comment was on NASCAR. Now me with a couple of drafts in me, I let it rip. I tell everyone “NASCAR is the redneck golf.” (C’mon. It is, admit it; unless you’re actually DRIVING it’s a colossal waste of time.)
“Only way that “sport” could get my attention is if they mounted machine guns on their cars”.
That got Tex’s attention, which is what he wanted as politicians are attention junkies. He mainly took offense at me using golf to rip on NASCAR. Being drunk-and a rifleman/patriot-and not having the best of judgement I tell him that golf ranges are a waste and should be made into rifle ranges.
Yes, in spite of the less that subtle sense this guy was dangerous, I shoot my mouth off.(A tactical mistake, yes, revealing my politics so brazenly-but see, I was drinking at the time and I’m typing this now so it’s all good.)
That ended that for a couple minutes, and some folks cleared out. I drank, ate my food, listened to the metal, watching howdy-doodie charm the bar skank and the others. Most of them cleared out.
“Hey, come over her and sit by me. I’ll buy you a beer.”
You’d do the same thing; amble on over and get that drink. So I went and dude spazes all of a sudden:
“YOU DON’T HAVE A GUN, DO YOU?!”
He said it in a outwardly stern voice-yet underneath there was a palpable sense of fear, like he felt vulnerable... as vulnerable as any of us "common folk".
At this point out of the corner of my eye I see this Mr. Clean looking weightlifter in the tight fitting white t-shirt rise, looking ready to do battle. He was obviously a Soldier, and a very experienced one at that, and any battle with him wouldn’t have made him break a sweat.
Having left my gun at home(see note #1) anyway I could tell him the truth: uh, no, I say exactly.
“Good.” The political crack whore says. Mr. Clean sits back down and becomes irrelevant to the rest of this completely fictional story, dude then throws down his politics in a confrontational manner: “you support Israel don’t you?” Confronting me with a “you’d better say the right damn thing” attitude.
Now I fucking lie: Yeah. Sure. I say. And here it hits me where I heard him before when he introduces himself(3). Hits me like lightning when I realize I heard him on the radio!
(Tex was a caller at a popular talk show I at onetime listened to ‘til they showed their true colors and stuck with the official line about 9/11. They had on this author who wrote a book about two prominent politicians belonging to this secret society at this prestigious university. Tex identified himself as a member-from a old political family dating back hundreds of years, and with royal ancestry to boot. He talked about how when he was a kid, he broke into his Granddad’s footlocker full of the crap their secret society used. Talked about how his Granddad, who never was hostile to him beat Tex like he’s never been beat before or since. He called in mainly to defend that power cult he was in, that everything wasn’t so conspiritorial as the author was claiming. )
So: here was the reason I was so compelled to come to this particular bar on this particular night. Embracing Destiny, I sit next to him, he orders me a beer having paid by credit card as millions of brainwashed ‘murikans have been trained to do at 18% APR, and up.
Dude throws some flattery in my way, complimenting me about my leather jacket; then makes a comment that styles repeat themselves, showing off a little of his extensive education.
He starts talking about his family; his was in politics since the Revolutionary War he states. Feeling my cojones, wanting to test him a bit I ask a question to probe a conspiracy theory: “So, you’re like royalty, aren’t you?”( Through my years of study I’ve found that there are a few, interbred “royal” clans that really run this planet’s civilizations. ______ was I believe one of those. Google “Illuminati families”)
Yeah, that tested him; he suddenly got uncomfortable on me, catching him off guard: he was actually shaken, like I stumbled upon some vile family secret-and I bet I did.
“Uh, yeah.”
He talked about the coming second round of fighting with Iraq; about how his brother went off to war(SUPPOSEDLY), and his parents laying out the plan for his life. Basically, he’d get this symbolic post where his signature would be used for one of the many licenses the state requires of you. Dude was in town because he had a swearing in ceremony 9 AM, so logically one of his “regality” would want to get bombed to numb the obvious discomfort of dealing with the commoners.
So, I thought, let’s ask him another penetrating question; this time about foreign policy. So I ask him about the at that time Islamic Gold Dinar being pushed by the Malaysian President Mahtahir as a trade substitute for the dollar. I also asked about Saddam Hussein’s attempt before we invaded to lead a Muslim uprising in switching payment of crude oil to the euro.
“Well, you have to understand that the coming war is about keeping control of the oil.” Understanding that America’s economic hegemony has been reduced by deliberate surrendering of our economic infrastructure to the dollar being the universal reserve currency backed by our military.
Dude then got nasty, suspicious and troubled I could ask such a question: “How did you find this out?!”
Not thinking ahead enough, I told him the truth; got it off the internet.
“We’re gonna have to do something about that” he mutters in disgust. I mean, he actually deflated a bit in a mix of disgust and anger. But being the political player he was, my boy bounces right back to his practiced joviality.
We then talked about his political family (you’d know the name if I revealed it) and aspirations of getting a congressional seat; his attitude was that it was as guaranteed to him as a king’s crown would be to a prince. An attitude which totally disgusts me as this is supposed to be a Republic.
So I press again: How about if someone runs against you?
“Doesn’t matter; I’d still win.” As certain as if we were talking about the sun rising tomorrow.
“But, what if he’s got money”-thinking of Ross Perot, perhaps the last real challenge to the farce that is American politics.
“Doesn’t matter, we’d outspend him. It’s not what you know, it’s who you know.”
Thing about politicians like Tex is, they’re sociopathic in nature; they don’t give a damn about what they do to folks, so long as they can retain power. Oh, they care if you threaten to take their power away, so if they can’t shut you up they’ll bullshit you. Tex here now pulls his lame ass psychological game, trying to make what he just admitted to seem as nothing.
“You’re too cynical.” He says, papering over the obvious admittance of corruption. “Have faith in your government, and your leaders. Pay your taxes.”
It was then he gets around to asking about me. I tell him I invest, which seems a pleasant surprise to him so, what do I invest in? I tell him silver(at the time it was below $6.00/0z)
“Worst possible investment you could make” Tex says, with the certainty he KNOWS that market’s manipulated and supressed by friends and relations of his, in spite of that commodity’s actual scarcity-and that if investment demand revives sufficiently it could and will cause a disruption as supply would never catch up with demand.
This bar conversation was wrapping up; he was wrapping it up as he got the bartender’s attention to cash out with his credit card. He makes this comment.
“Yep, in three to five years this is what we’ll be using instead of cash”.
(Can only be counting on the dollar being so devalued in the near future-much nearer now-that a new currency is instituted. The federal reserve bank cartel’s not reporting m3 money data anymore. A North American Union is quietly being forged and a new, unified currency called the amero will come with it. Americans have been trained for years to use credit cards instead of cash and increasingly, written checks. Do the math!)
I answer back: “Or live like Daniel Boone.”
(My forced out acknowledgement that such a evil scheme is all but unstoppable with the way you chumps-yes you reading this-are. The only hope a Free Individual has is total separation from the beast. Yes, my second tactical mistake of the night, and it helped him home in on my political stance-but I’m still here typing this, so maybe I lucked out.)
So that ended my talk with the blueblood. He went on for a few minutes with the withered up bar skank talking about how some judges were being punished because they were taking more in kickbacks than they were “allowed”. I left.
I couldn’t take being in the fucker’s presence any longer. (3)
I drove home, the conversation the whole night imprinted in my memory as deep as 9/11-including another conversation with a Army Ranger who basically was having a hard on about the coming “war on terror” and how things were going to change in this country-how we’d have to live with fewer rights. Something I vehemently disagreed with, but looking back see that chump knew Americans better than I did. Knew the way things really are in this fraud of a nation better than I did. Perhaps he was even on a mission to evaluate firsthand peoples reaction to the 9/11 black op.
That’s for another time; what do I conclude?
First off, all those conspiracy books, reports-their warnings about how corrupt America is were brought to stunning, horrid life to me. Confirmation that these traitors run the government and they go along with a master plan in exchange for personal power. That they own the political processes, and that it’s no wonder that even a billionaire outsider, a patriotic populist like Ross Perot couldn’t win-had no chance of winning.
Second, that sitting next to Tex it also was revealed that these blueblood traitors are as human, as frail, as mistake prone as you or I-and as fearful of the same things we are. That being out in the public they’re no different as to strength and weakness as you or I. Draw your own conclusion on that one.
Third, and this came later, that their power is not absolute. They’re not omnipotent, nor invincible. They can be cornered. They can be surprised. They can be fooled. They could even have what they’ve built turned on them if only people would wake up, realize what’s really important and get activated.
Fourth, as much as the Patriot Movement has been thwarted, we ARE having a effect. That people still struggle against the beast HAS slowed it down. If we could learn to exploit the beast’s weaknesses: the Internet and local political offices in small towns capable of being self-sufficient, and build a ground-up decentralized Freedom Movement it could have a chance. A chance because not everyone in government serves the dark side. That if the People could rise up and effectively challenge the beast on a national level, that that would be the window of opportunity for them to show their true colors, make the moves that could truly free America, and save this nation from it’s planned destruction.
Yet, like I stated in the beginning; this is a work of complete fiction, I’m making all of this up. Draw your own conclusions.
(1)Curious, as I got that compelling urge in my heart to hit that bar that particular night, at the same time I was also getting this thought that didn’t seem like it came from my own head. That thought was to grab my gun and take it with me…, blasting dude in a public place is a great way to scorching the rest of your life, and next time I shot that gun for the first time it jammed up on me and I had to dump it at a gun show.
(2)When I was little, I nearly got killed by a DRUNK driver, and several years ago I came so close you wouldn’t believe to getting run over by a DRUNKEN hick at a accident scene. That being said, I gots to say FUCK THE STATE, THEIR NAZI DUI LAWS AND THEIR FUCKING CHECKPOINTS!! Fuck their insurance and seatbelt laws too.
(3)I still wonder if perhaps I should have had that gun, to shoot that traitor-but I realize then I’d been caught, and his execution wouldn’t have sparked a Revolution, it would only result in me spending the rest of my life tortured 24/7. No future. No chance, no hope of making change in this rotten society.