Russell Twyce

Corporations MUST Die!

On December 23, I took my daughter to the airport: she was flying out to spend Xmas with her grand-parents. Of course she had a confirmed ticket but it wasn’t that simple.

“We have to put her on standby.”" Says the ticket agent.

“She has a confirmed seat. Have you over-booked?”

“There are seats for everyone but the plane is under a weight restriction.”

“Then you’ve over-booked the freight.”

“Uh,” the agent thinks of how to dodge this remark, “we’ll try to get everyone on.”

“You WILL get my daughter onto her confirmed flight: even if you have to toss all the freight off. People are more important than luggage – or doesn’t Air Canada think so?”

To make this story short, my daughter got her seat but her baggage had to follow later. It turned out well enough but I suspect that was only because someone stood up to the corporate Grinch. In many other instances, the greed personified in the corporate entities runs over people in hob-nailed boots.

[private_Chevron]Airlines and vacation corporations employ an extremely sleazy practice of over-booking. A person wrongly believes they have bought a confirmed ticket, when in fact the corporation has sold 110% of the plane’s capacity. Looking at it realistically, they have sold you a seat that they already sold to someone else, or vice-versa. If all passengers show up, then some will not get to fly – even though they hold a valid ticket.[/private_Chevron]

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[private_Chevron]The grinch squeezes life for every extra penny because the grinch does not have life. The foul over-booking tactic gets even worse. If a passenger is even one minute late for the check-in time, the grinch doesn’t have to refund the ticket – even though every seat on the aircraft is full. In other words, the grinch is getting 100% revenue for the filling plane’s capacity but it is gouging an extra few percentage points for seats that were not even available. For SHAME!

Corporations are scum. Corporations must die.

Do you understand that ‘death’ statement? That corporations must die? I’m not talking about people, even the ones who own parts of, or work for the corporations are not at fault. The corporation does NOT deserve the status of existing as an entity. The corporations must die, even though they have never lived at all. The way forward for people, who do exist, is to be rid of things comprised of flawed notions, that don’t exist - like corporations, nations and law. We can do perfectly well without them.[/private_Chevron]

Your inner being may know more than you do

It doesn’t matter how I write this post, I’ll likely be refuting and/or offending some supposed expert.  But honestly, psychology really doesn’t seem to have any clue of how the human minds really work.  Note that I pluralized the word minds, because we are each always of at least two separate minds on any mental question.  No, I’m not saying that people are all psychotic with multiple personalities.  We humans are simply blessed with several aspects of our one true mental self.  Allow me to explain.

The physical brain’s mind – Biomedical researchers dissect brains and conduct all manner of study to determine what portion of the brain is responsible for which of the functions of our mental and emotional capabilities.  I don’t dispute the findings: the brain is complex and different things are being done mostly in certain areas of the brain organ.  But that is only half of the real picture.[private_Chevron]

The spiritual mind’s brain – Part of each human being exists continuously in the astral or ethereal plane and that portion of a person’s total makeup, is a spirit that co-exists at the point where it is joined with a physical body.  That aspect of us is still an integral part of us: don’t think of it as a protoplasmic parasite that infects human host.  The soul component is the reason for our spirituality and I personally believe that the spirit is also the source of our higher reasoning.

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Spend some time thinking about that – Do you fully understand what I’ve just said in the last two paragraphs?  For one thing, I’ve just quantified what the spirit is.  I’ve also nullified much of what psychology teaches by suggesting a new possibility (or is it more of a probability).  And proposed an idea that can explain why humans are as we are.  If the gravity doesn’t hit you in the physical brain’s moment, try thinking with your smarter self – that is the spiritual aspect of your thought processes.

Why do Hypnotism and Subliminal advertising work? – Aren’t both of those as if there is a whole other person residing within you and sharing your space?  When you can envision your spiritual self as an existing being that shares your intellect with you, then many previously unresolved questions are suddenly answered.

Pay Some Heed to Your Wiser Self – Your spirit component is the aspect of you that will experience eternal life.  It has doubtlessly lived other lives previous to your current existence and possesses wisdom that you tend to repress.  You should listen to your inner self more intently and you might be surprised at what you will learn.[/private_Chevron]

Imagine it strongly enough and this wonderful world will be true

People are finally free. You suppose that you are free now but you’re not.  You are considered ‘owned’ by your nation – it does NOT have to be that way.  The law treats you as a slave: you must obey it or be punished – that does NOT have to be the case either: there is a better way.  [private_Chevron]People can and will be free someday – hopefully soon.  Serfdom to the concept of nationhood could and should end.[/private_Chevron]

A public administration ACTUALLY represented the voters. Again you might be under the misconception of your elected representative representing you, but their first obligation is to the party sponsors.  And when there is a conflict between your best interest and the party sponsor’s wants, guess who loses out.  It does NOT have to be this way.  [private_Chevron]An independent candidate could represent you, and with political patronage being made illegal, the voters would be fully represented.[/private_Chevron]

The police weren’t grossly over violent. You may erroneously believe that police are more violent due to increasing tension in society but in fact, the police are in a large measure the reason why tension is increasing.  Police are overly aggressive towards people because they are tasked with protecting the law and they view the citizens as the enemy – it does NOT have to be this way.  [private_Chevron]In a wonderful world where public justice is based on protecting human rights/security/safety instead of on preserving a government’s power to be tyrannical, the police and people would both be on the same side.[/private_Chevron]

Greedy corporations weren’t flushing our environment into the sewer and our planetary resources into the landfill sites.  Greed merchants and warmongers are party sponsors and as such, they enjoy the primary service from elected officials.  They also own the mass media, so you’re never told of the real picture.  [private_Chevron]In a wonderful world where the public administration represents people first, both the ecological and the economic problems would simply vanish – unless we leave retaking control of our own lives and our wonderful world until it is too late.[/private_Chevron]

Imagine this wonderful new world. Visualize it as clearly as you can and discuss some wonderful world concepts with me and with with people you know.  When enough of us can see the better future in our mind’s eye, then it will come to fabulous fruition.

I’m Getting REALLY Frustrated with your STUPIDITY!

99.99 percent of people are; self-centered and stupid, blind and stupid, greedy and stupid, apathetic and stupid or just plain stupid and stupid.  By brain to body mass ratio, the dinosaurs had the equivalent of a walnut rattling around in a human skull: that makes a prehistoric dinosaurs seem as a genius compared to most people living today.  Hitting the Earth with a species killing asteroid, like what killed the giant reptiles, is about the kindest thing that God could do.  Otherwise, humanity is seemingly doomed to a slow death of being killed off by stupidity.

Do you have even the slightest clue of what I’m talking about?

Almost all of the worst problems our society faces are EASILY solvable!   Shall I name a few?  How about Terrorism, mass-murder, most crime, drug epidemic, war, police/gang violence and global warming.  All of these and far more are caused by the same simple thing!  And it could be easily and painlessly fixed.  But you are to stupid, self-centered, greedy, and/or apathetic to even try to understand the NEW theory.

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[private_Chevron]I feel like I’m Paul Atredies in Frank Herbert’s Dune trilogy. I’ve been into the place where the rest are afraid to look, and it is a wonderful place. Society has taught people to automatically shun and fear the word ‘anarchy‘, before actually thinking rationally about it. The form of ‘anarchy’ that exists in Somalia is not good but a phrase that can be associated with ‘anarchy’ is ‘freedom from rule’. I don’t advocate ‘lawlessness’ as in freedom to commit crimes. Instead, I promote using a judicial/police system that is not rooted on our having to be ‘ruled’, in order to have security and justice. And that concept would SOLVE our problems.[/private_Chevron]

Lying Warmonger Accepts Nobel Peace Prize

Shame on the Nobel committee, who obviously gave Barrack Obama the Peace Prized only on the strength of his not being George Bush.  Shame on Obama for accepting an award he did not deserve.  But this ground has already been covered.

Today Barrack Obama accepted the award in Oslo, Norway.  I’ll quote and comment on the following segment of his Speech.

“Make no mistake: Evil does exist in the world. A non-violent movement could not have halted Hitler’s armies. Negotiations cannot convince al-Qaida’s leaders to lay down their arms.”

To the first statement, “Make no mistake: Evil does exist in the world.” I agree, but [private_Chevron]I suggest that the American Government is the worst evil in our current world.[/private_Chevron]

“A non-violent movement could not have halted Hitler’s armies.” WRONG!  [private_Chevron]A non-violent movement that eliminated political parties, like the Nazi Party, [/private_Chevron]would have stopped Hitler even before his tanks rolled into Sudetenland.

“Negotiations cannot convince al-Qaida’s leaders to lay down their arms.” This is another bald-faced lie.  [private_Chevron]To start with, the American administrations HAVE NOT even tried to negotiate with al-Qaiada, so how can Obama be so utterly certain that a negotiation would not be successful.  Even without a successful negotiation, acts of terrorism COULD BE halted without ANY violence at all, simply by examining the mechanism of law and how it encourages and enables terrorism, as well as heinous multi-victim crimes by ‘sociopaths’.[/private_Chevron]

Shame on the Mass Media for one-sided reporting and shame on people for taking lies to heart without questioning the logical validity.

The Attack of the Sock-Puppet Politicians

Political Satire Play by Russell Twyce

Act One – Scene One

Scene opens in a boardroom caucus meeting where all the attendees are in business suits and each has a sock over their head.

Black With one button eye and a toe-hole: Says to a thick warm Argyle: – “That’s a nice Argyle pattern that you have there.”

Argyle: Looks around as if trying to see who said it – “Who is that? I can’t see a damn thing.”

Black with toe-hole: Puts a hand on Argyle’s face to indicate his position: “I’m the elected incumbent for the a riding in Toronto. I can see a bit through my right eye. I don’t know if the hole is from a toe-nail or where a button tore away.”

Argyle: “I was elected in Alberta. My sock is thick, itchy and it smells like someone last wore it a mukluk while in a snowshoe race.”

Black with hole: “My sock reeks of stale foot sweat too but that’s still a small price to pay for the cushy jobs we have.”

Argyle: Looking around in futility to a sound of shuffling: “What is happening?”

Black with hole: “Shush! Our party leader has just arrived for the caucus meeting.”

Leader: Steps up to the podium. He clumsily adjusts the microphone with his hands swaddled in a pair of sock puppets. “I welcome to my loyal party members.”

There is a splattering of applause. Black Toe-Hole is clapping but Argyle isn’t.

Leader: After a moment pause: “For those of you who can’t see the teleprompter, it says applaud now.” He smiles as the assembly cheers and hoots, as if spontaneously. “That’s better and from now on, those of you who have a peep hole must nudge the ones who are totally blind. The socks you are wearing have been carefully selected for you. Party members that have proved their willingness to follow blindly and toe the line will receive the perks of wear holes and periodic laundering.”

Black with toe-hole: Elbows Argyle sharply in the ribs: “Clap and whistle!”

Sound Effect and group action: Thunderous approval.

Leader: Sock wrapped hands in the air: “Thank you! Thank you!”

Cheering slowly dies out.

Leader: “As you’re doubtlessly aware from your mandatory viewing of the party run media, this past year’s electioneering has been costly. Our sponsors had to pay out more money than expected because the sheep voters didn’t follow their instructions to return a majority government the last time out. Another election had to be called before the sponsors had been fully paid back in awards and government contracts.”

Leader’s Right Hand Puppet: Leader operates the mouth of his right hand sock so that it seems to speak: “Where are we going to get new money for the sponsors?”

[private_Chevron]Leader: Turns a head to talk to his hand: “Good question. The payouts and pocket-linings that comprised the economic action plan boondoggle have limited the cash we have to give out. So we have to get creative.”

Leader’s Left Hand Puppet: “And is that why we are all now wearing these smelly socks over out heads?”

Leader: Turns to the other side and answers his left hand’s question: “Precisely. The Sheep voters have been showing signs lately of not wanting to be sheep. The party leadership has decided that party members should lead the way back those halcyon days of utter public confidence. We will do that by having each party member wear their sock-puppet heads with pride.”

Argyle: “You don’t mean that we are supposed to keep these stinky things on after we leave this caucus meeting?”

Leader: Talking from one of his sock-puppet hands to the other: “We didn’t hear that. A sock puppet only speaks when a puppet master’s hand is in it.”

Black with a Toe-Hole: Sharply whispers to Argyle: “That was a stupid thing to say. The party is the reason why you were elected and you owe it complete loyalty.”

Leader: Talks again to all: “We’ll debate the new initiative later. Meanwhile, let’s all get out there and show off our political party socks with conviction!”

The teleprompter flashes the word ‘Applaud’ again and there is riotous cheering. The elected representatives rise while cheering then start trying to find the door. Some walk into walls because they can’t see where they are going.[/private_Chevron]

Act One, Scene One Ends

[Note - Okay, this probably isn't my best work. LOL! I just had a cool idea for a title and did a tiny bit of work fleshing it out. Maybe I'll think more about the concept and do it up better.]

Tragic Lesson of Socratic Irony

A Short Story in the Dimension Jumper Series – by Russell Twyce

Definition – Socratic Irony – Feigned ignorance that exposes ignorance.

“My proposed bill will enable the police to better handle gang violence.”  James Pratt announced from his podium.  He then went on to explain some of the new powers the police would have at their disposal, along with the more draconian punishments.  At the end of his political speech, he asked for questions.

“You really are a Pratt aren’t you?”  A young man took his turn at the microphone set up for public questions.

“What is that supposed to mean?”  The politician snarled slightly and he wished for the umpteenth time that his surname wasn’t also a euphemism for ‘rump’.

“I mean you’re not even the representative of an inner city riding.”  The dissenter   elaborated without touching on earlier questions.  “What’s your special connection with gang violence?  Or is this new legislation just to feather your political cap?”

“It is needed legislation.”

“Your bill will just tighten the screws on the pressure cooker and turn up the gas.  That just makes the spigots explode more violently when they fail – on either side.”

“Your attitude is not adding value to this forum.”  Pratt shot back.  He nodded over at his security people to urge them into the action of taking the microphone away.

“A youth in an urban setting cannot walk 2 blocks without at least one shake down from the police.  Consequently, many young city kids feel the need to join a gang, just for some protection from police. Your proposed bill will work counter-productively to the stated goal.  It will just increase gang enrollment and escalate gang violence.”

“I’m sorry you had to listen to that nut-case.”  James Pratt resumed after the calm interloper had been physically escorted away.  He fielded a few more bland queries and then ended this public appearance.

“He disappeared!”  The head of Pratt’s security team exclaimed to his charge.  “As soon as we left the hall, he vanished.  It was as if by magic.”

“Wake up and be a Pratt!”  The vanishing interloper was seated on the foot of the politician’s bed.

“What the hell?”  James blinked with surprise, startled from a sound sleep.  “What have you done with my wife?”

“Your pretty spouse’s Pratt is right here.”  The young intruder put his hand on a blanket lump, as if he were gently patting a woman’s shapely butt.  The sheets looked like they were made of Plaster of Paris spread over a now absent female model.  “You can’t see her because I’ve shifted you into an adjacent dimension.”

“I’m reporting this home invasion!”  Pratt reached for the cell phone that was in a charger on his nightstand, but he couldn’t pick it up: it was as if the phone were welded solidly in place.

“You won’t be able to turn your doorknob either.”  The dimension hiker warned.  “And even if it’s not latched, the hinges wouldn’t move for you.  You can only see the material things in your previous dimension, but you exert no force there anymore.”

“Shift me back!”  Pratt ordered impotently.

“I will at the appropriate time.  That will be when you actually understand the impact of you self-serving bill.”

Pratt the politician launched into a raving frenzy.  He yelled and lurched over to his dresser, where he kept a gun.  But the drawer wouldn’t budge.  The deranged man then physically attacked the smiling unwanted guest.  It was like trying to pummel a life-sized granite statue.

“Are you now ready to conduct our unfinished business?”  The unperturbed burglar said as he picked up a set of trousers from the back of a chair.  “Get dressed.”  He offered the clothes.

“I wore those yesterday.”  The politician protested.

“And you’ll use them again now or you’ll come with me in only your boxer shorts.”

[private_Chevron]“How did we get here so fast?”  James Pratt marveled at the journey from his home to the back alley of an urban downtown block that must’ve been hundreds of miles away, but where they had arrived at in about ten paces on foot.

“I’m able to go where I want, when and how I choose.  It’s an easy matter of knowing which dimensions to switch into and out of.”

“You could use your powers for the public good.”

“Do you mean I should put my talents at the government’s disposal to be assigned whatever nefarious purpose the slimy leaders want?”  The dimension hiker scoffed.  “I feel that I’m best serving society’s best interests on my own agenda.”  He pointed.  “This is what we’re here to observe.”

“Those boys are too young to be gang members.”  Pratt remarked as they watched some lads of between 10 and twelve years old, playing tag in the alley, but dressed in gang colors.

“They are certainly too young to be tried for crimes as an adult, yet that is precisely what your disgusting legislation aims to do.  They are children playing in the best street they have and their older brothers and cousins have recommended they be gang members, because the thug police make it too dangerous to be unprotected.”

“The police only use force as mandated by the situation.”

“Bull!  The cops take hormone shots and drugs to bolster their aggression.  They dole out vicious beatings before trials just to ensure that enough punishment is awarded for lawbreaking.  There is absolutely no control on the conduct of law enforcement officers.  Half of these gang kids have sisters that were raped by the police, and many are forced into prostitution with a police officer as her pimp.”

Invisibly from a nearby dimension, the politician and the hiker watched some drama play out that proved the statement was true.

“The police need to be firm to retain control.”  The politician appropriately named Pratt defended as some armed cops broke up the innocent game of tag by throwing the youngsters against the brick walls, and roughly frisking them.

“Retain control for you power-hungry freaks and your corrupt party system of gravy for sponsors and grasping fingers for everyone else.”  The dimensional hiker pulled James Pratt’s revolver from the back of his belt.  He had taken it while the politician was getting dressed.  Now he tossed it back.  “I’ll put you back into your plane.”

“Hey!”  Pratt the party hack shouted in objection as he fumbled with the thrown gun.  But his shout caught the attention of the police.  Here was where he had to start fervently praying for adherence to the ‘policy of controlled use of deadly force.’[/private_Chevron]

[private_Chevron]“In breaking news,” the television anchorman read from his teleprompter, “the MP of a distant riding was gunned down by police in a city alley.  James Pratt was rushed to hospital but having received no less than ten bullet wounds, he was pronounced dead on arrival.  Details of what he was doing in that alley are unclear, but a police spokesman has confirmed the gun in Pratt’s possession is registered in his name.”

“As tragic as this story is,” the anchorman quipped, “it reads like a lesson in Socratic irony.  Pratt made recent news with a bill he was sponsoring to grant police freedom to use greater force to combat gang violence, and then some police officers gunned him down in what was seemingly a display of using excessive force.  I don’t know what to say about what that says, so let’s look at the weather forecast instead.”[/private_Chevron]

Short Social Commentary Fiction

The Mad Trapper’s Ghost is also on Scribd.

Some people might be disturbed by this story – so be warned.  Others might see what I’m really trying to say.  ‘Humanity has a bright future ahead that we can find only after we look critically and honestly at our past and present mistakes.’

There is MORE to Conversational Hypnosis that you CAN Realize

The Mad Trapper’s Ghost – Part One
By Russell Twyce

The snow blew in small white tornados that buffeted his stalled car.  The outside temperature was not so low that he would in immanent danger of freezing to death, but his job prospects in this devastated economy were now an icicle that wouldn’t soon melt.  The very last of his money had gone into his gas tank to drive him out to the work site – that was wasted cash now.

“Why me?’  Donald asked the blizzard.  “What have I ever done wrong?”

None of his actions had merited the hard times he had descended into.  The global economic situation dictated and the population suffered accordingly.

“Now what?”  He observed the small drifts already starting to build up on his car.  If the snow kept up as it was now, the whole vehicle might be buried in a few hours.

“Now,” a voice spoke from the passenger seat, “we can go to my place.”

“What the hell!”  Donald swiveled to his right in shock, and his astonishment then magnified exponentially at the sight of a fur-clad man seated suddenly beside him.

“I’ve been to Hell quite a few times,” the solid-seeming ghost said matter-of-factly, “and I don’t find it nearly as bad as some folks make purgatory out to be.  But this is one Hell of a winter storm out here.  So why don’t we relocate to my cabin?”

“Will I find my car again?”

“What does it matter even if a truck hits it under a pile of snow?”  The trapper said as he exited the car.

“The motor is as dead as you will be if you continue to sit in it.”

“Who are you?”  The stranded and unemployed motorist asked as he trudged along in the ethereal woodsman’s footsteps.

“I suppose that you could call me Albert Johnson.”  The mad trapper offered over his shoulder, and the words seemed to swirl the snow with a chill wind from Hell.  “I’ve had a number of names over the many years.”

‘Albert Johnson?’  Donald wracked his brain for how he knew that name.  It was familiar but the mental snows of time and events had drifted over the snippet.

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The small log cabin was snug and well chinked against the raging blizzard outside.
After brushing the snow from his clothing, Albert had busied himself in fixing two mugs of steaming cocoa.  The confused guest had stripped off his outer clothes and taken a seat next to the hearth.

“The only ‘Albert Johnson’ I knew of,” Donald said after his first sip of the soothing beverage, “was also known as the ‘Mad Trapper of Rat River’.  He killed one RCMP officer in the high Canadian Arctic, wounded another policeman and then was shot after leading the cops and trackers on an exciting manhunt.  But that was way back in the 1930’s.”

“It was 1931.”

“If that was you,” Donald said in mocking disbelief, ‘then you were shot 9 times and your grave is in Aklavic in the Canadian Northwest Territory.”

“That was neither the first time I was dead, nor the last.”  The unusual trapper lifted his shirt to point at several bullet scars.  “This one finally finished Albert Johnson.”  He appeared to be of about 30 years old: that was about the age of his bemused guest.  “I was born in 1330 and my name was Nicholas Flamel.”

“You were purported to have discovered the Philosopher’s Stone.”

“Apparently,” the man smiled ironically, “those rumors are accurate.”

“You don’t sound like you’re French.”

“An accent tends to fade after a couple of hundred years.”  The one time scrivener and alchemist joked.

“But we’re not here to recount my life or rather, my many lives.  I’m with you to discuss your fate.”

“What do you know about me?”  Donald asked.

“I know enough to have prepared this cabin well in advance of your becoming stuck in a stalled vehicle here.  I’m aware of both your current situation and the straights that brought you to this life juncture.”

“How could you possibly have known that my car would break down just there?”

“The philosopher’s stone grants me the ability to peruse the Akashic Records.  Those unearthly books contain the history of the world as seen through the eyes of those who witnessed and participated in the actual events.”

Click Here to Read the Akashic Records

“Why me?”  Donald repeated the question he had asked himself in his car.  “I’m just a simple nobody.”

“Nobody is a nobody.  What you are is a victim.  The movers and shakers have rolled over your life’s prospects with utter disregard for you – or for anything but their own enrichment.  According to the Akashic Records, your existence could have ended right there on your lonely road, in the middle of nowhere.”

“Until you intervened.  Now I have a second chance.”

“That’s complicated and if I spent the next hundred years explaining it, you still wouldn’t completely understand.  But I’ll touch on the high points while we have supper.” Albert Johnson finished the dregs of his cocoa and then began to prepare a meal of rabbit stew.  He talked as he worked.  “Think of the Akashic Record of one person’s life being as a yarn.  Where time has gone from the present into the past, the record is as a solid thread but where it remains in the future, it is as frayed end fibers, each of which is a ‘could be’.  As a life progresses, those ‘could be’ possibilities dwindle as real events preclude them.  And at the point where your Akashic thread intersects mine, there are not many alternates left to you.”

“I kinda knew that before I met you.”  Donald said dejectedly.  “That job was about my last option before committing suicide.”

“Let’s talk about that job.”  Albert continued.  “Why did the company compel you to travel out to the job site on your own resources?”

“To cut costs.”

“So to save a few measly bucks, the prospective employer endangered your life in making you drive out into a wildly remote area, in a vehicle not up to the duty.”

“That car is all I had left.  Well, besides debt.”  Donald sheepishly admitted.  “I have more than enough debt to spare.”

“And you came to this debt because?”  Albert urged.

“The companies I owed the money to didn’t seem to understand that the world is in a recession.  The interest rates just went higher and higher as I defaulted on a few payments.  My last job was minimum wage and after tax, it was almost nothing.”

“What caused this economic melt-down?”

“I’ve heard it was something about sub-prime mortgages.”

“But that is nonsense.”  Albert dipped his spoon into the bubbling stew and then offered it to his guest, for a taste.  “I understand the real situation differently, and I do have the absolute truth in the Akashic Records to consult.”

“Very good.”  Donald nodded appreciatively at the flavor and his comment also had a lilt that asked the 700-year-old trapper to continue.

“Oil is a basic commodity.  And the price of a commodity should be set on; supply, demand, cost of production, and profit margin.”

“Yes.”

“But now we toss in the Chicago Commodity Futures Market.  With that going, the price is established on; supply, demand, cost of production, profit margin AND the contents of a crystal ball.”

“Futures contracts allow companies that use commodities to preplan their costs.”  Donald had learned that in school.

“Futures trading just adds some extra price gouging possibilities and it provides a glorified means of gambling for well-heeled investors.  When have you ever seen a cereal manufacturer lowering their product price on the strength of having bought grain at a better future price?”

“Never.”

“Yet the same corporation will up the price in a heartbeat, if the price of wheat was higher.  Either way, there is no net benefit for the public.  Now let’s talk about the huge global downside.  The price of oil spiked astronomically on unrealized fears of what might happen in the Middle East, but which didn’t occur.  Some traders made out like bandits, while others lost big.  Bear in mind that the commodity futures market returns no money.  For each winner, there is a looser.  It is gambling.”

“Like high stakes craps?”

“It’s far more damaging to everyday people that anything in Las Vegas.  While the oil price was artificially high, all the energy companies grossly ramped up production to poke as many holes in the ground as possible, to get the oil to sell at a big profit.”

“That is when I had my last decent job.”  Donald recalled.  “I optimistically bought a few assets that I later lost, but which created my debt.”

“As many others did.  Conversely, the excessively inflated energy costs made some people loose their homes, which weighed heavily onto the sub-prime mortgages.”  The man with eternal life and youth said as he ladled the stew into two large bowls.  “Then when those Middle East fears didn’t materialize, there was an oil glut that sent the commodity price into the cellar.”

“And companies involved in the energy sector laid off workers in droves.”  Donald lamented.  “The recent hires like me lost their jobs and many who were longer term employees were out of work too.”

“So who or what was really to blame?”

“The Chicago commodity futures market?”

“Precisely.”  The mad trapper sat at the table.  He savored a bite of stew before he continued.  “Yet what we’ve discussed told of the oil fields but I haven’t mentioned all of how this affected the financial services sector.”

“People out of work defaulted on loans?”  Donald guessed.  He was one who did.

“That added pressure but the bigger damage was done at the major investor level.  To purchase a commodity future contract, a person only needs to put up 10% of the capital and the rest is on margin.  When the oil prices sharply moved, both on the way up and down, the investors would’ve been asked to top up their investments with more money.  These are called ‘margin calls’.  But as the price had already gone so high, or so low, that the futures gamblers were better off just folding and walking away from the table.  Those loan defaults were really the ones that hurt the financial institutions but the sub-prime mortgages took more than their share of the blame.  The bankers and the media would rather point fingers at the small people, than to put the real situation up where all could look in disgust at it.”

“Blaming the people,” Donald mused, “the bankers went to the Government and asked the taxpayers to foot the bill.  And the big money people reneged on their bets but walked away still rich.”

“Yah.  That’s the way it works.  I’ve seen it happen over and over again.  One should think that people would eventually learn – but they don’t seem to.”

The stranded and unemployed guest munched away on his stew, while his mind digested the conversation.  The mad trapper’s ghost was also quiet during the rest of the repast.  After the last drops of gravy were daubed up with buttered bread, the two men carried the dishes to the washstand sink.

“What do you want me to do?”  Donald finally asked.

“I’m offering you the opportunity to make a loud statement.”  Nicholas Flamel said.  “I’ve stocked this cabin with everything you would need.”

The Mad Trapper’s Ghost – Part Two

It was still winter when Donald entered the Chicago Mercantile Exchange Building.  Under his overcoat, he had an array of loaded weapons strapped to his body and his satchel contained both spare ammunition and some improvised grenades made with dynamite taped up with nails for fragmentation.  He started his killing rampage with a shotgun.

“This is as easy as the mad trapper said it would be.”  Donald muttered as he killed and he recalled the discussion with his mentor.

‘I don’t think my good conscience will allow me to take a life.’  Donald had said.

‘The law will actually assist you.’  Flamel had countered.  ‘Don’t think about killing or hurting people.  Concentrate only on the laws against murder that you are harming.  Each law is an imaginary item that belongs to the hated government.  In fact, you’ll find that they are good targets, regardless of the living people hiding behind them.’

“Take that you sleazy law!”  Donald yelled as his automatic rifle mowed through a group of commodity traders.  The eternally young trapper’s views on law had been the final argument that had shown Donald what he needed to do.

‘The most pernicious document in the history of mankind was signed 115 years before I was born and my extended life’s mission is to show common people just how badly the Magna Charta hurt them.’  Albert Johnson had explained.  ‘Putting law in place was the Sophists finally defeating Aristotle.  The creation of law doomed folk to hundreds of years of serfdom to greedy liars and lawyers.  Law is the real cause of heinous crimes like debt-based money and commodity futures trading.’

The killer expended all his ammunition and threw all his grenades to devastating effect and unmolested by the police, the death toll climbed.  Finally, Donald was done.  He kicked open the front doors and strolled out with his hands in the air.

“If even a few of you had any guts,” Donald said under his breath as a knot of cops raced up the stairs towards him, “you could’ve entered and engaged me, to the effect of saving any number of innocent lives.”  He saw that the police forces had stayed outside establishing a cordoned off area, and hiding behind their squad cars when shots were heard.

The mass murderer used his final few seconds to reflect on Albert’s explanation.  ‘There’s no such thing as an innocent life.  The Akashic Record shows that each happening is earned and owed as karma.  I’ve perused the Akashic Records and have seen that some of those you’ll take have well and truly earned a death even in this life.  But no soul is ever harmed.  They will return in another life.’

The police gang tackled the surrendering shooter.  Then as he went down under the fists and kicks from the swarm of thugs, Donald triggered his last piece of ordinance.  And the girdle of TNT under his sweatshirt exploded.

The Mad Trapper’s Ghost – Part Three

“Job well accomplished.”  Albert Johnson watched the breaking news segment.  “The video of the exploding scrum of cops was especially compelling.”

“Now we will likely never know why.”  The newscaster’s voice was near breathless.

“Even had he lived you would never find out why.”  The 700-year-old man scoffed at the TV set.  “Because you main stream journalists are deathly afraid of asking that 3-letter question.”

Nicholas Flamel shut off the TV and left the motel room.  He had some work to do in erasing the evidence of his involvement.  The cabin would be burnt to the ground.

‘What caused you to first understand law as you do?’  Donald had asked in the final moments before his terminal walk from the pickup truck to the building.

‘My wife Pernelle was taken from me in the flower of her regained youth.’  Nicholas Flamel had explained.  ‘Since its very inception, law has been people’s worst enemy.  Law is insidious though because through the Sophist’s deceptions, the common folk wrongly believe that law is protecting them.  What law is really doing is stripping away freedom, while concurrently making crime into a growth industry – which is precisely what the Sophists want.’

‘I’ve seen mass killings like this before.’  Donald said as his friend and teacher keyed his ignition.  ‘But I’ve never understood them as I do now.  Did you have your fingers in them?’

‘Some.’

‘Will my message be understood?’  Donald asked.

‘Many will wail and ask why.  A few will understand that the only possible reason is as a political statement.  And a couple will think it through further to realize that it wouldn’t happen if the law didn’t pave a track to it.  As individuals, people are quick on the uptake but as a group, they are slow learners.  It’s difficult too, with Sophist spin doctors planting misdirecting propaganda at each step of the way forward.’

‘Is it worth it?’

‘If you don’t think so,’ Albert patted his short-term friend on the forearm, ‘then don’t carry it through to the end.’  Then he waved goodbye and put the vehicle into gear.

A Golden Free Future Awaits – After You Wake Up!

People have called me everything from an anarchist to the anti-Christ.  I don’t care if my position is not understood yet, I’ll continue to state it as loudly and clearly as I’m able to.  I have every right to hold the opinions that I strongly do.

The Authority has NO Authority to be the Authority!

[private_Chevron]I personally do NOT recognize the Government of Canada’s legitimacy as the government of Canada. You might suppose you are free and living in a Democracy, but I state emphatically that you are NEITHER.  The law treats you as if you are owned as a serf and a party dictatorship is NOT democratic.  The ‘Rule-of-Law’ has NO logical right to rule and law is also a very BAD ruler.  Law is guilty of abetting most crime and actually causing some crime.  Changing to a human-rights based system of justice would immediately reduce crime by the amount that law encourages crime – that is probably a 25-50% instant decrease.

Try to think beyond your social programming in favor of law, to see it in its actual fact.  You are enslaved to law.  Law deems itself to have the right to tell you what to do, and to punish you as its slave when you are disobedient.  But examine where the rule-of-law derives the ‘right’ to treat you as a serf – it doesn’t have it – period.  If each citizen as individuals do not posses the ‘right’ to enact laws for others, then the government does NOT have the ‘right’ either, because zero times however many millions, still equals zero.

A human rights based justice system could operate as effectively as law does but without all the many MANY problems inherent and unavoidable with the utterly F*CKED and incorrect theory of law.  And by being based on actual human rights, an alternate justice system WOULD ACTUALLY have the right to operate, as law most certainly does NOT.  But this different criminal justice system would require your waking up and thinking clearly.

No, a Party Dictatorship is NOT a Democratic System

A party system of supposed Democracy only does one thing.  It enables a tiny minority to fabricate a false claim of its commanding a majority.  The sideline problem with a party system of government is that it facilitates and actually encourages political corruption.  The American founding founders were dead set against the party system but had to adopt it when some unscrupulous people banded together into a party. And the rest is a long history of abuse and corruption.  Big money interests don’t need to bribe 50% of a legislature, as they would in a Democracy.  With a party system, only the party leaders need to receive pay-offs.

Do you feel represented by your elected representative?  You shouldn’t because if your elected rep is a member of a political party, then he or she isn’t able to speak their own mind – much less yours.  The party member is basically a sock-puppet for the party leader.  Nazi Party, Fascist Party, Communist Party, Republican Party and Concervative Party.  What is the common theme here?  A party system is no party for real people.  So why don’t we wake up, call the horseshit for what it is, and move on to a bright future of real democracy?

Have I offended you?  Maybe you should comprehend before you decry.

I know that people become incensed when I say that law and the current government are horseshit.  But were you to actually understand my alternate vision, you would see that it DOES make good logical sense and that it points the way to a much better future than the polluted, global-warmed police state where we are currently on a collision course with.  I know that we need police, courts and public administrations what we DON’T need is laws, governments and unrestricted power in the hands of corrupt warmongers.

More and more people are coming to see politics and law as I do.  When enough do understand, then the government and the rule-of-law WILL fall (and good riddance).  Don’t you suppose its a good idea to explore the other available options – before it’s too late?

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Referencing this news story – Torture Memo Trips Up Tories

Frankly, why is Canada involved in the Afghanistan crimes at all? It makes me ashamed to be a Canadian. George Bush, the stupidest and most warmongering of all US presidents, illegally invaded a nation and needed his troops freed up to illegally invade another country. So Canada and other NATO member countries were pressured into taking over there.

[private_Chevron]Think rationally about this for a second. Isn’t a government that tortures just as as bad as the Taliban they replaced? And seemingly, the criminal Canadian government is fully aware of the human rights abuses in Afghanistan, by the criminal government that NATO forces installed and are propping up. Canada is by cooperation, participating in perpetrating atrocity![/private_Chevron]

Control your OWN Financial Future!

[private_Chevron]When are people going to wake up? This news story is the blandly written crap that we’ve come to expect from the mainstream media, but the true facts are still in there. Canada mouths off about the ‘human rights repression’ of a nation like China, but meanwhile the Canadian and other Western governments have been steadily curtailing human rights ever since 911 and the torture chambers in Afghanistan (and Gitmo) are just the visible tip of the heinous iceberg.[/private_Chevron]

I just thought of something that I should insert here.  As a general rule of thumb, whoever the Americans pick to rule a nation is invariably the wrong one to back.  American administrations have about a 100% BAD decision history of installed puppet governments.  These include; the Shah of Iran and his torturous SAVAK, Saddam Hussain, Pol Pot and the Khmer Rouge in Cambodia.  And the list goes on and on from there.

[private_Chevron]Should we not start questioning? And hold criminals like Steven Harper to justice? Before we all find ourselves living in George Orwell’s 1984. The criminal government of Canada does NOT have legitimate authority to sponsor torture and human rights abuses in Afghanistan. If the real truth were to be told, the Canadian ‘authority’ has no actual authority to be the authority here either.[/private_Chevron]

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