Russell Twyce

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.

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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.”

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“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]

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[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]

Use Conversational Hypnosis to gain control of your OWN mind

This news headline caught my eye today;

Men’s genes ‘may limit lifespan’

But the following blurb really caught my eye:

Men carry the seeds of their own destruction in the genes present in their sperm,”

So are we to masturbate continuously to rid ourselves of these tiny assassins? Oh, I suppose I should go on to read more of the news piece.

“They studied mice created with genetic material from two mothers, but no father.”

[private_Chevron]Obviously they created only female mice because there were no X chromosomes to work with.

“The resulting offspring, completely free of any genetic material inherited from a male, lived on average a third longer than mice with a normal genetic inheritance. The mice with two mothers were significantly lighter and smaller at birth. “[/private_Chevron]

Pardon me but what value is in this research? Are we trying to create a alternate humanity of long-lived spinster aunts who shrink with each generation, until a city can fit into an ant hill? This is puritanism carried to the extreme – no sex – EVER! I’m glad that I’m one of the males who are slated for eradication.

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This news piece begs a question – ‘Who is funding this invaluable research?’ – but that vital information doesn’t seem to be in the article. I presume that it is public money because only a government would finance crap like this.

[private_Chevron]‘…an expert in reproduction … said: “The results of this study are intriguing, and this is a topic that clearly needs further investigation.” I suppose this expert in reproduction is seeking another big research grant so he can practice his continuous masturbation with only a need to publish the occasional snippet of worthless tripe.

We all know that the common cold will NEVER be cured – because cold symptom remedies are a multi-billion dollar industry.  And we’re fairly certain that cancer will NEVER be cured either because no researcher wants to dry up the funding pool by actually looking to find the fatal cure.  But come on!  Stop insulting our intelligence with utter nonsense like this ‘scientific announcement’.[/private_Chevron]

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No Possible Validation Short Story by Russell Twyce

“This is something we have to do.”  The police chief spoke into a microphone at a press conference.  “We’re required to maintain order and keep the peace.”  Whether he had anything else to say suddenly became moot as a windowpane shattered from being hit with a bullet.  The slug’s trajectory was essentially unaffected and it struck the police chief in the left temple.  He was dead before he and the podium he was gripping collapsed off the stage.

Another hole was punctuated in the window and a scream followed the shot by an instant: the police officer that had employed the taser weapon on the ten-year-old girl dropped off his chair with a shattered spine.  And bedlam ensued as people dived for cover, in a panic.   But no further shots were fired.

“Over the span of less than five seconds,” a newscaster said in a disgusted voice, “one fine police chief was dead and an officer was consigned to a wheelchair.  They were engaged in doing a brave and often thankless job.  It was a cowardly sniper—”.  He didn’t finish his sentence because a 22-caliber bullet fired from studio rafters broke his teeth and devastated his jaw’s right hinge.

“What a day!”  Jen the station’s young weather-girl commented to herself as she crossed the darkened parking lot.  She might’ve felt a bit nervous after a deadly day but there were some police vehicles idling in the lot, as the forensic team was still busy inside the studio.

“Poor Bob.”  She muttered about the newscaster that would be drinking soup through a wired shut mouth.  But she didn’t feel much sentiment: the guy was a conceited jerk and she wouldn’t miss him.

Jen keyed her car’s door lock and slipped into the driver’s seat.  And from behind, a pungent cloth doused in chloroform was clamped over her face.

“You will not be harmed in any way.”  A male voice said in a calm tone.

Jen had just awakened to find that she was bound and blindfolded.  The restraints did not feel like ropes.  Instead she had been tied with torn strips of a soft sheet.  The weather girl could tell that she was still clothed, so the prospect of an immanent rape didn’t seem likely.

“Who are you?”  Jen mumbled over a tongue that felt dry and cottony from the knockout drug he had employed on her.

“I’m the cowardly sniper.”  He spoke softly and in an ironic voice, while he busied himself with her bonds.  The mysterious gunman freed her hands and then took off the girl’s blindfold.  “I’ve brought you here so that you could interview me.”

“I’m not in the news department.”  Jen protested.  She saw that she was seated at a table, on which there was a steno-pad, pencils and a thankfully, a pitcher of water.  She quickly poured a tumbler full.

“And neither are the administrative staff that would’ve first received a statement sent by post.”  The kidnapper was wearing a mask.  It was not a Halloween type or an improvised thug’s mask.  Rather, he was elegantly attired for a masquerade ball.  “Yet I suspect you took enough journalism courses to conduct a proper interview.”

“Why did you choose me?”

“Because as the weather girl,” he chuckled as he spoke, “you’re the only on-air person at that station that has not lied to me—or the other viewers.  You report the weather as you know it, or as you believe it.  Sometimes you’re wrong, but you don’t deliberately deceive, as all other reporters and anchor persons do.”

“Why did you do it?”  Jen bluntly shot out the first question that came to mind.

“I did what many people wish they could do.”  The masked sniper turned the chair opposite the interviewer and sat with his arms folded on the chair’s back.  “An event like the police using a taser on a child offends the moral fiber of most people.  It shows that the police are NOT protecting us.  They are just brutal thugs tasked with keeping ordinary folk under the corrupt thumb of a criminal government.  The cop that actually used the weapon on the ten-year old girl doesn’t deserve to be walking around armed, and now he will be in a wheelchair.”

“The police chief didn’t do it.”

“He merited much worse for defending the action.  There is no possible validation for a policeman’s using a high-voltage stun gun against a child.  The police chief’s defense of an out-of-control officer’s heinous action was in fact, a commendation for the cop’s action.  He was stating that in traumatizing with brute force, anyone that had the gumption to refuse a policeman’s command – even and especially a child’s, that the officer was performing his real function is subduing any future thoughts of resistance to the authority – with grossly overly heavy-hands.”

“So you dealt him death.”  Jen inquired as she scribbled notes on her pad.  “That seems to be as heavy-handed as the officer’s assault on the girl.”

“I interpreted the chief’s words as a statement of eagerness to the political higher ups.  He was saying that he was ruthless enough to step into a role in the criminal political organization.  So I terminated his political career, instead of just giving him a painful wound for his part in the atrocity.”

“You speak of this ‘criminal government’ but this is a democracy: politicians are elected into office by vote.”

“No they’re not.  A party determines who will be on a ballot.  When is the last time you felt you actually had a choice between anything but ‘bad’ or ‘worse’.  I expect your true answer would be ‘never’, but the fear of police brutality and/or social ostracizing is ingrained as deeply in your psyche, as it is in everyone else’s.”

“And you visualize yourself as the only one that will point at the Emperors clothes?”

“Precisely.”  The masked sniper stood.  “And I’m well armed and equipped for that.”

“So the police in this area should be warned.”

“Not just in this jurisdiction.  I happened to be handy to this event, but I’m willing and able to travel to wherever out-of-control police need to be reprimanded.”

“Who are you?”  The girl paused in her writing to look appraisingly at him.  The seemingly young man appeared to be in exceptional physical shape.

[private_Chevron]“It doesn’t matter who I am.  The only thing that counts is that I’m here and that I plan on loudly speaking the quiet public’s true mind, when it needs to be spoken.”

“I don’t think the news editor will air this material, or that the authorities will let him.”  Jen said.  “If anything, you’ll be branded as a dangerous psychopath.”

“Then attach this quote.”  The sniper replied in a sincere tone.  “I have infinite patience and an amazing ability to penetrate any security.  If my views are not presented, I will express my displeasure in a suitably painful or even fatal way.”

“A threat with power behind it can be as effective as an assassination.”  Jen commented as she transcribed his exact words.

“It’s especially useful against those who have their noses deeply in the gravy train.  They don’t want to risk loosing the excesses that they enjoy.”[/private_Chevron]

The End

The above short story is fiction but it is obviously inspired by the true event that recently happened in the American Ozarks, where a police officer used a taser weapon on a ten-year old girl because she was being ‘unruly’ and refusing to take a shower.  This type of police brutality initially offends us, but then people complacently forget about it.  Yet the police are totally out-of-control and incidents like taser use on a child, or tasering to death an unarmed man in Vancouver Canada, are just the highly visible tip of a huge iceberg of senseless police brutality in propping up criminal governments.

We people need to take a clear look at how our society is ordered, or these type of officially condoned crimes against humanity will get worse and more frequent, as we descend further into a police state.  Crime and terrorism is growing because the law enables it to flourish, while the police concentrate only on oppressing people and raising government revenue with tickets.  By only turning a blind eye, you are committing a crime against the future of humanity.

Reality Shows actually based on REALITY

In the first episode of CSI Cleveland, we’ll meet the cast of misfits who can’t find their ass with both hands and a flashlight. The case they are trying hopelessly to solve is the disappearance of numerous persons from the neighborhood where a known sex offender lives. Unlike the other CSI shows where a fictional investigator can spot a microscopic fragment of glass at the bottom of a swimming pool, CSI Cleveland has officers who have to hold their noses from the stench of decomposing bodies in the yard, but who don’t see anything as amiss.

Imagine a Reality Show based on the Akashic Records!

Maybe if the TV actually aired reality in reality shows and reality simulating drama, the people glued to their TVs might see what reality is really like. Taking a REALISTIC look at who these criminals are and delving realistically into why they commit these heinous criminal acts, could actually do something to prevent criminals from popping up like weeds in a garden, each trying to outdo each other in criminality.

The Akashic Records hold ALL the real reasons

[private_Chevron]How many time do we have to see these types of crimes committed before we actually think about them realistically? A dozen people were just killed at Fort Hood Texas. The ‘official’ version of WHY the gunman opened fire will be the usual official nonsense, just as the ‘official’ version of why the Cleveland Murderer killed will be officious garbage. The REAL problem is with the way the law actually compels killers to kill. But that is to much reality for the TV to actually show.[/private_Chevron]

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As I’m typing this post, a hostage drama is taking place in Edmonton, at the office of the Worker’s Compensation Board.  I’ve heard several street opinions on this unfolding news story and the MAJORITY view on the street is ‘Why hasn’t this happened before?’  The Worker’s Compensation Board is an absolutely HEINOUS Government bureaucracy that is downright criminal in the way it destroys peoples lives.  The mandate of the Worker’s Compensation Board is NOT to help injured workers, the assigned task that they ruthlessly perform, is to deny as many claims as possible on any flimsy, or even fraudulently invented reasons.  Most people on the street have heard horror stories of the shabby treatment the Worker’s Compensation Board has dished out to largely defenseless injured people.

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Is it any wonder that people aren’t horrified by what is happening now in Edmonton, they are asking – ‘Why hasn’t something like this happened at the WCB long before now?’  I suppose the answer is that the people targeted by Worker’s Compensation Board’s callus and cruel policies and actions, are people who are not physically fit from their injuries enough to conduct an armed standoff and hostage taking.  And that’s the only reason nobody has stormed the building before.

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But of course, even though you’re reading my street view here, and if you spoke to any people who have known workers hurt at work but utterly screwed by the WCB who share this opinion, you likely won’t hear one bad word about the WCB uttered in the mainstream, indoctrinated & propaganda-ridden mass media.