You took from our fathers, and you took from us,
You take from our sons, but it’s never enough,
You steal from our sweat, profit from our toil,
You have spilled our blood on foreign soil.

Give us your sweat
Give us your blood

Wagging the dog, wagging the dog,
Flying false flags and serving ZOG
Wagging the dog, wagging the dog,
Flying false flags and serving ZOG

O’ ZOG, how I love thee, my country tis of thee,
I pretend that I am free, to you I bend the knee,
America, America, ZOG shed it’s grace on thee’
And crowned thy good with servitude, good bye liberty.

Land of the free
Home of the brave

Wagging the dog, wagging the dog,
Flying false flags and serving ZOG
Wagging the dog, wagging the dog,
Flying false flags and serving ZOG.

Laugh at the sky, swear at the Sun, the Avenging Angel comes,
Silenced is the beating of war drums when ZOG succumbs,
From the east the darkness will roll and ZOG will lose control,
Justice raises from She’ol, when the Angel opens the scroll.

Every knee will bend
Every tongue confess

Wagging the dog, wagging the dog,
Flying false flags and serving ZOG
Wagging the dog, wagging the dog,
Flying false flags and serving ZOG.

It’s summertime in Mini Van Land
It’s summertime in Mini Van Land

Ding Dong Mommies and Hang Dawg Daddies
load up the mini van with howlin’ kiddies
They depart the cities and drive into the countryside
the Good Lord only knows why

They clog up the roads and the rest stops
they even clog up my favorite truck stops
Where the lines in the Wendy’s are so deep
I can’t get near the slops

This summer has been long and it has been hot
everything in the truck stop is covered in candy
and snot
Industrial strength Lysol and a haz-mat suit
I have not

It’s summertime in Mini Van Land
It’s summertime in Mini Van Land

I can’t wait to get back to Monster Truck Land
where they have been known to eat a mini van

Denied entry into the Mecca of the Delta Blues,
the holy city which is Memphis
I sit on the west bank of the Big Muddy
contemplating the mystical Elvis.

Across the great river the shrine of the goodly St. Jude
sits in the shadows from the menacing glint
of an Illuminati monument
Across town the studios of Sun the King debuted

The kingdom of Graceland receives the adoring throngs
of the king who died seated his privy throne
Remembrance of the persona and the songs
stolen from the commoners they bemoan

On the alter votive offerings burn, and wreathes lay
while matrons, silver bee hives, heads richly adorned
File fast the royal sepulcher and pray
for the repose of their fallen king and mourn

The stricken of grief, lo these many years, eternally pondering
the deeper meanings and mysteries of their own mystical Elvis
The holy pilgrimage eternally wandering
to the holy city which is Memphis

Bite me Chicken Hawk

[woah, woah]

Bite me Chicken Hawk

[woah, woah]

Chicken Hawk, Chicken Hawk

You’re a coward

And I don’t have hours

To spend on you

So go and bury your brown Chicken Hawk nose!

Chicken Hawk, Chicken Hawk

I loath you

Yes I do!

You and your brown Chicken Hawk nose

Bite me Chicken Hawk

[woah, woah]

Bite me Chicken Hawk

[woah,woah]

Chicken Hawk, Chicken Hawk

You’re so willing

And ready for killing

When it’s not you

So go hide your shameful Chicken Hawk face

Chicken Hawk, Chicken Hawk

I loath you

Yes I do!

You and your shameful Chicken Hawk face

Bite me Chicken Hawk

[woah, woah]

Bite me Chicken Hawk

[woah, woah]

Chicken Hawk, Chicken Hawk

You’re delusional

If I had my way

You’d be institutional

I’ll never miss your lying Chicken Hawk mouth

Chicken Hawk, Chicken Hawk

I loath you

Yes I do!

You and your lying Chicken Hawk mouth

You and your beady Chicken Hawk eyes

You and your brown Chicken Hawk nose

To simplify his life man created systems to perform common tasks. The systems were to serve man and make his life easier. Soon, nearly everyone had a system, to do most any, and everything.

As the systems grew support systems were developed to service the systems.  The systems then became connected to other systems.

As time went on the support systems required their own subsystems. Then there were subsystems,  of subsystems, which required their own subsystems.

Eventually it became indeterminable as to which were the original systems, or what their purposes were.

To complete simple tasks it became necessary to work through several systems.  How well one worked through the systems became more important than completing the task one started.

The task one needed to complete ever more difficult, and the goal, to reach, ever harder to recall.

Productivity, and meaning, became secondary to working through the systems.

And, in the end, all that remained were the systems.

Dream I

I could see the City of Seattle in ruins. I didn’t know if the disaster was natural, or man made, the result of war.  Buildings were toppled over, and were smoldering.

A voice, that I took to be an angel, gave me a message, that I was to deliver to someone living in the area. I was to tell, a certain woman, to travel toward St. Louis, but to stop on the plains. The message was to carry extra gasoline, and water.

I was then sown a map of the United States. The voice gave instructions on how to find the place, by drawing lines diagonally, form corner to corner, on the map. The lines intersected in lower Nebraska.

Being a literal minded person, I argued with the voice. Thinking that the point was to find the geographical center of the U. S., I said, “Shouldn’t those lines intersect over Kansas, or Missouri?”

I was told that where the lines intersected was the place. At that point, I was wide awake, and could not return to sleep.

I had never given any thought as to what the geographical center of the U. S. should be, but it turned out, not to be the point.

Fully awake, and agitated, I got out a road atlas, and a ruler. I drew the lines, as shown, and they intersected over North Platte Nebraska. I also noted that anyone traveling, from Seattle, to St. Louis, via the Interstate Highways, would have to travel through North Platte.

It was only after doing this, that I was able to return to sleep. The dream bothered me, for nearly two years, until I passed it along to a certain women, who looked like the one in the dream, and happened to live near Seattle.

Dream II

In this dream I dream I was on the plains and could see the the, snow covered, Rocky Mountains in the background. I was standing in a prison camp.

The camp was made up of Quonset huts. The huts weren’t the corrugated tin huts that I lived in, when in, the military. They were pre-fab buildings that could be moved, and set up, from place, to place.

A military truck pulled up to a row of Quonset huts. A small, slightly built figure, in a military uniform got out, and knocked on the door of one Quonset.

I only saw the military men from the back, and could never see their faces. So I wondered about the slight build of the soldier, thinking it might be a woman. A few days after the dream, I realized it was a Chinese Army Officer’s uniform, and that the officer might be a small, Asian man.

A group of women, and children, came out of the hut. All of the women were young mothers, and none of the children were older than their mid-teens. They were dressed in winter clothing.

A machine gun came out from, the back of. the truck. The gunner began firing immediately. I could see the muzzle flash,  the ejecting shells, and felt the percussion. The look, on the faces, of the victims, was shock, and surprise.

Dream III

In the suburbs, of a large city, I saw police carry out a summary execution. After executing a man the police offered his possessions for sell.The sense that I got from it was that the executed man was a dangerous person.

Society was in chaos, so much so, that there was no time for arrest, and trials. Perhaps, there wasn’t any courts, or jails.

The police sold the belongs of the executed to support themselves. There wasn’t any real government, or any funding from one.

Dream IV

In an inner city, possibly a housing project, I saw people eating the neighborhood pets. The food had ran out, and the people had already eaten the squirrels, and rats.

The city was seemed empty, there were no cars, or trucks, on the streets.

I could only see someone skinning a cat outside of an apartment building.

I had other such dreams. Bits, and snippets, were a companion, and I, hidden alongside a mountain road, and the upper torso, of a friend, dragged away by cannibals.

A locution

I have had a few locutions, sounds not heard with the ears. Three were the sounds of the Heavenly Choirs praising the Almighty.

One happened while driving across the South East. The chem-trail spraying was heavy over the cities.  I was clearly evident, that the spraying was for the cities. Between Birmingham, and Atlanta, the skies were clear blue.

At the end of praying, the Chaplet of Divine Mercy, I complained to God about the chem-trails, and how they were harmful to the people. I decried the madness of the One World evil doers.

A voice, not my own, answered, from the back of my head. The voice said, “Fear not, man will bring about his own ruin, and destruction. You conduct yourself as a Christian.”

As we enter the final days, of this age, I do not fear. I know that God will watch over his own.

During the week of 9/11 I was setting at the counter, of a truck stop diner, in North Carolina. I was sitting across from a businessman, who, looking up at the television, said, “I guess we are at war now.”

 I replied to hem, “We have been at war the past ten years.”

He gave me a vacant stare. I then reminded him how we had bombed, the nation of Iraq, for the past ten years.

The man, was a business man, who couldn’t fly, because all the flights were grounded, because of 9/11.

He became quiet, and we talked about how nice it was to look at the night sky, and not see any airplane lights in it.

Ron Paul (R) from Texas, describes how Iraq was made into enemy in order toe redesign the Middle East.

Yes, it ‘s tempting to get rid of Saddam. But his bad  behavior actually serves America’s purposes in the region…  If Saddam Hussein did not exist, we would have to invent him… the end of  Saddam Hussein would be the end of the anti-Saddam  coalition. maintaining a long-term American  presence in the Gulf would be difficult in the absence of a regional treat.

Editor of the CFR’s journal, Foreign Affairs, Fareed Zakaria.

He, and his wife, had opened a freight broker office at a place that I had worked at for a few years.

I thought it would be fun to catch up with them, and just maybe, get a free lunch out of him.

I showed up at the office, a little early, and had to wait while he took care of some business in the truck shop. Taking a seat, in front of his desk, I got a little bored, and picked up a box of voice activated software, just to have something to read.

My friend came through the door about that time, saw me with the box, and began to tell me all about it. He had bought the software as a short cut to learning typing. He told me how one could just speak at their computer and not have to touch the keyboard.

But, there was a problem, “It don’t work,” he said.

After hearing him speak so highly of the product I was a bit confused.

“What do you mean, it doesn’t work?”

“No,it don’t speak redneck,” he replied.

I don’t make any of this stuff up, I just report it as it happens.

In George Orwell’s 1984 Emmanuel Goldstein is a character that is never actually seen, or heard from.  While Goldstein is never really seen, in the story, one might suspect, that he is merely an invention, of the Ministry of Truth, for propaganda purposes.

In the story, 1984, Goldstein is purported to be a former member, of the ruling class, that rebels, and becomes the leader of, a group of rebels, known as, The Brotherhood. Likewise, The Brotherhood, is never really seen, and may not even exist.

You see, both Goldstein, and the Brotherhood, are propaganda tools, used by The Party, to cement loyalty to Big Brother, during an event, known as, The Two Minutes Hate.

Our old Emmanuel Goldstein

Osama Bin Laden has served in the role, as Emmanuel Goldstein, since 2001. No one has seen him, and we are told, that he has commanded, the CIA creation, Al-Qaeda, from a cave in Afghanistan. The American Proletarians were told to believe that Al-Qaeda, and radical Muslims in general, attacked us because they hate the way that we live.

Through the daily two minutes hate, from the telescreen, OBL, our Emmanuel Goldstein, has been directing, the evil forces from a cave, in a far away place. Which keeps the American Proletarians in a state of fear, ever ready, to give up freedoms, and liberties.

Despite FBI testimony, before the United States Congress, that there is no evidence linking OBL, to the 9/11 attacks, the Proletarians have adhered to the OBL boogey man.

Emmanuel Goldstein is dead

Increasingly, the Proletarians, are becoming aware, that OBL might be dead. The idea that, the sickly OBL, is receiving dialysis treatment, in a cave, in Afghanistan, as absurd as it sounds, is fading.

Veterans Today, which has since pulled the story, reported that OBL is dead. Thanks to people reposting we can read this;

Conservative commentator, former Marine Colonel Bob Pappas has been saying for years that bin Laden died at Tora Bora and that Senator Kerry’s claim that bin Laden escaped with Bush help was a lie. Now we know that Pappas was correct. The embarassment of having Secretary of State Clinton talk about bin Laden in Pakistan was horrific. He has been dead since December 13, 2001 and now, finally, everyone, Obama, McChrystal, Cheney, everyone who isn’t nuts is finally saying what they have known for years.

However, since we lost a couple of hundred of our top special operations forces hunting for bin Laden after we knew he was dead, is someone going to answer for this with some jail time? Since we spent 200 million dollars on "special ops" looking for someone we knew was dead, who is going to jail for that? Since Bush, Rumsfeld and Cheney continually talked about a man they knew was dead, now known to be for reasons of POLITICAL nature, who is going to jail for that? Why were tapes brought out, now known to be forged, as legitimate intelligence to sway the disputed 2004 election in the US? This is a criminal act if there ever was one

Those of us, that paid attention, knows that confirmation came, through DNA samples, in February, of 2002.

We need a new Emmanuel Goldstein

We, the Proletarians, need a new Emmanuel Goldstein to keep us afraid. The Government has tried to accommodate us, but it just hasn’t worked.

Recently, the FBI, has even tried to make an OBL composite from the face of this man, Gaspar Llamazares,  a Spanish Politician.

Before;

After;

You can read the story, FBI admits Spanish politician was model for ‘high-tech’ Osama bin Laden photo-fit, from the Telegraph.

Our new Emmanuel Goldstein

In the new traditions, of Emmanuel Goldstein’s, he is directing Islamic Terrorists from a cave in Yemen.

So, please be afraid, be a good Proletarian, and give up more of your freedoms.

I can’t remember many of the lessons from that class. But one has always stuck with me. I recall most of the lesson and it was really very brilliant. The lesson was in knowing your taters.

The teacher had a large artist pad sitting on an easel in the front of the class. Each leaf of the pad had a cartoon potato acting out a political scenario. The three potato cartoon characters that now stand out the most to me were the commentater (commentator), the dictater (dictator), and the agitater (agitator).

Americans have fallen prey to the taters; due to demoralization. A demoralized populace doesn’t care for the facts of anything, and don’t have a clue about who they are, or what they really stand for; they simply follow the taters.

The United States of American has degenerated into an authoritarian dictatorship. Authoritarianism is a state of being where there is no rule of law. The law is what the authoritarians say it is; this is dictatorship.

The United States was founded with a rule of law; the United States Constitution. The Constitution set limits on government and guaranteed the rights of the individual, and the States. It is out the window with the authoritarians.

The fake political left, and the fake political right, have each, in their own way,  destroyed the rule of law and our individual liberties. This is due to the mind games played by the Taters. Because the American public doesn’t know it’s taters, the public falls victim to the political rhetoric,  and propaganda of the taters.

I have been a life long Christian Conservative and left the Republican Party during the Presidency of George H. W. Bush. The reason is; I know my taters.

During the Clinton years I was called Ultra Right Wing. During the the Dubya years, my own father, thought I was a Liberal. Yet, I remain what I always was, and have not changed. The reason; I know my taters.

Not to pick on just one tater, but as an example, here is a commentary by the Southern Avenger, a young man, that knows his taters.

Unpatriotic Sean Hannity. Who is a paid commentater/agitater.

Now, Sean Hannity is just one tater, in a great big field of rotten taters. But, in this video clip, we can clearly see the dynamics of all the taters. Dictaters, commentaters, and agitaters.

If Americans knew their taters, America would never have been in Kosovo, or even in Iraq today. There has not been a lawful, US military action since WWII. The US Constitution gives Congress the right to declare war. But the President is Commander in Chief, you say. The United States Constitution says that the President is Commander in Chief in time of war. Now, revisit the third sentence of this paragraph.

As the song says, “If you don’t stand for something, you’ll fall for anything.”  Are you Conservative? Are you a Christian? Have you turned a blind eye to the rule of law? Did you hold to your principles, and the rule of law, or did you follow the taters?

We are lost if Americans don’t know their taters.