The oldest vessel, in the US Navy, second in age to the USS Constitution, is being deployed to the the Persian Gulf.

The Enterprise was ordered in November, of 1957, and commissioned in November, of 1961.

Leon Pannetta made the deployment announcement from onboard The Enterprise yesterday. Despite the $15 Trillion deficit, growing opposition to the Globalist wars, and the toll taken on US troops, the US Government has taken the decision to escalate tensions in the Middle East instead of using diplomacy.

This action should set off alarm bells for anyone well versed in US history. I’m thinking Pearl Harbor here.

The Enterprise has reached the end of it’s service life and is scheduled for decommission in 2013. Enterprise is the last of it’s class of vessel, which was replaced with the Nimitz Class.

Enterprise was refitted, in 2010, at a cost of $662 million, 46% over budget.  The original cost of the vessel was $451.3 million. Given the age of the ship, it is a financial liability. Which means that it could be the best candidate to be sacrificed for the purpose of starting a war with Iran. The United States has a history of using such tactics all throughout the 20th century.

Remember the Maine?

The sinking of the USS Maine, in Havana Harbor, was the event used, by propagandists, to go to war with Spain. As a result of the war, the US, gained territories around the globe, giving the basis of a US Super Power. The Maine sunk in Havana Harbor and was later towed out to sea.

Divers visiting the Maine’s resting place have concluded that it blew from the inside out.

Pearl Harbor

The Japanese Imperial Navy was aloud to attack the US Fleet, at Pearl Harbor, on Dec. 7, 1941. The United States government, current, official story, is that it was to protect the fact that US had cracked the Japanese Navy’s code.

Old WWI era ships were moved from San Diego, CA, to Pearl Harbor. The modern naval vessels were moved out of harm’s way.

The Gulf of Tonkin

The United State claimed a second attack, by North Vietnamese torpedo boats, in August, of 1964. The result was the Gulf of Tonkin Resolution, passed by Congress, that gave Lyndon B. Johnson the authority to intervene in any South East Asian country of his choosing.

The Gulf of Tonkin incident has been admitted as staged by, the likes of, Robert McNamara. Whose attitude was, Hey, that’s just how we do things.

Not all of the False Flag operations have succeeded. The case of the USS Liberty is one that is kept swept under the rug.

The USS Liberty was attacked, by Israeli forces, June 8, 1967.

Besides needing an excuse to go to war, sacrificing a small force, to gain a greater strategic, or tactical goal, is a commonly used military tactic.

In Vietnam, helicopters were often flown low, over the tree tops, to draw enemy fire. It is what happened to US troops, in the A Shua Valley, Vietnam, in 1968.

Sacrificing a smaller force, to gain a larger objective, is a tactic used all throughout US military history; Remember the Alamo?

It has been used throughout all of recorded history; Remember the Spartans?

Some twenty years ago, I tried to have a sensible conversation with a WWII Navy vet, about the evidence concerning the Pearl Harbor attack. The man had just turned 70 years, and was in excellent condition for his age. He drew his fist back and was ready to punch me.

I couldn’t have gotten a worse reaction from him had I spit on his mother’s grave.

Belief in a WWII propaganda story was more important than facing reality. Rather than be angry at a government that needlessly sacrificed his comrades, he chose to be angry at the person willing to face the truth. Which is a reaction common to brainwash victims, and cult members, by the way.

The Anglo-American Empire/Israeli alliance has been making every possible effort to provoke Iran into a war. Sailing an aircraft carrier into the middle of an Iranian naval exercise, assassinating Iranian nuclear scientists, and flying spy drones over Iran.

Based on current actions, and past history, it might be safe to expect that they will do, what is for many, the unthinkable.

It is my observation that most people don’t have a plan for prioritizing in a crisis situation. Like most anything else, ask ten people what they might do, in some bad situation, and you might get ten differing answers.

The first season of the reality television show, Survivor, comes to mind. I only mention the first season because I quit watching when Rudy Boesch was given the boot. The show wasn’t about surviving at all. It was about dysfunctional people, their dysfunctional relationships, and the melodrama that resulted.

To make this a learning exercise, imagine yourself in a survival situation for a moment. Your car ran over a cliff, your boat has capsized, your airplane crashed in the wilderness, or you have just survived an earthquake. With impending economic collapse looming, just over the horizon, you might consider what you might face if you have to flee your home.

The Rules of Three

You might not last three minutes without air. This might sound like a real duh huh moment here, but the first thing that you must do is breath. Free yourself from any confining space, and don’t enter any. Especially if you have just survived an earthquake.

You might not last three hours without shelter. This one might very a bit, but in extreme climates you need to find shelter.  In extreme heat, or extreme cold, if not properly protected, you can die in a hurry. Remember that clothing counts as shelter.

You might not last three days without water. In extreme heat, with some added shock from trauma, you might not last three days without water. In extreme cold, never eat snow, melt the snow, it will lower your body temperature.

You might not last three weeks without food. I know that you can find statistics that say you can last longer. In a survival situation, because of increased physical activity, and stress, you might not last so long.

Of course, this doesn’t help to fill in a lot of blanks for you, but it is a simple outline for planning.

In my plans for camping, or a bug out bag, I follow the philosophy of the Plains Indians; they had a Rule of Three’s as well. That is, have, or know, three ways for starting a fire, or for collecting water, etc.

There is no substitute for learning a little bush craft and some 19th century know how.

I attended my first wrestling event as an infant. Of course, I don’t remember much about it, being such a young age, but the folks talked about it for years.

It was in the town of Robertsdale Alabama, a brawl broke out, and a local policeman, caught up in the excitement, hit one of the brawlers with his pistol. Now, wrestling (pronounced wrastlin’) was taken very seriously among the folks, along with tent revival meetings. Tent revival meetings, and pro-wrestling, were both great forms of side show entertainment.

The first wrestling event that I have some recollection of was at the Boutwell Auditorium in Birmingham. A popular wrestler, of the day, Lee Fields was knocked out of the ring, and landed in my mother’s lap. Mom gave Mr. Fields a pat on the back, and a word of encouragement, to get back in the ring, and get those bad guy wrestlers.

Mom swore that she would never wash the hand that patted Mr. Fields on the back. Fortunately, it was an oath that she didn’t keep. Looking back, with some relief, as Mom was the person most responsible for food preparation.

We later moved to southern California and watched wrestling on TV. Wrestling was in Los Angeles, about thirty five miles away, but the idea of driving on the freeways made it seem light years away. Mom, and Pop, never got used to driving on the freeways; a trip to visit relatives, near Long Beach, would mean a full day of getting lost, just to get there. However, Los Angeles, with about, nine channels of television, as opposed to the three channels back home, offered another great redneck sport, Roller Derby.

Wrestling, back in the day was, pretty much, cut and dry. It was the bad guys vs. the good guys. The good guys would wrestle clean, and the bad guys would wrestle dirty.

The good guy wrestlers would win, against the bad guy wrestlers, using athletic ability, and always follow the rules of the game. The bad guys would often resort to dirty tricks, just out of sight of the referee, with the audience shouting frantically to draw the referee’s attention to the dirty tricks.

I can recall Freddie Blassie, when he was still wrestling, reaching into his wrestling trunks for an imaginary foreign object, that he would hit the good guy wrestler with. Never mind that you never saw the object and there wasn’t space in his trunks to hide it in. Of course, the crowds yelling to the referee, who never saw it.

To keep pro-wrestling interesting, the script writers began to let bad guy wrestlers, like Freddie Blassie, be a good guy for awhile. Somehow, through a turn of events,  other bad guys would turn one their fellows, and the the fans would be sympathetic for him.

Sometime, into the 1980’s, the lines of good guys vs. bad guys, became blurred. Today, I can’t tell the good guys, from the bad guys. Both, the good guys, and the bad guys, use the same dirty tricks.

During the days of classic wrestling, only a bad guy would whack his opponent, with a conveniently placed, folding chair. Now, everyone does it, as the means now justifies the end.

Which is where we are at in society, and brings me around to my point.

Pro-wrestling is often used as an analogy for politics. A common analogy, which I have used before it be came popular, is that the wrestlers show up in the same limousines, use the same locker rooms, and after the big show, all hang out together. The same is true for politicians.

I would go farther and say that the political script writers of often cast the good guy, and bad guy politicians in opposing roles, the same as the pro-wrestling writers.

When the over reaching of policies, of Washington DC, go too far in one direction, the fans begin to shout at the referee’s (the mainstream media) who never quite see the dirty tricks.

When the fans become outraged, the good guy politicians, and the bad guy politicians, are quickly recast in their roles. The good guys, or bad guys, jump to the other political party, and the fans hardly notice. The fans keep cheering for the wrestlers… err.. politicians, that they are programmed for.

On television, "Hacksaw” Jim Dugan, representing American working class values, was the deadly enemy of the Iron Sheik, representing America’s enemy de jour. In the ring, the crowds would chant USA, USA, for Jim Dugan, as he went after the Iron Sheik with his 2 X 4.  In real life, Dugan, and the Iron Sheik, were arrested together for DUI, and cocaine possession. In reality world they were the best of friends.

How about the world of politics?

On television, some cocaine was smuggled into Mena AR, depending on your political view, either the Clinton’s, or the Bush’s, were responsible for it. In reality world, the Bush crime family, and the Clinton crime family, were equally involved.

On television, a madman, hiding in a cave, in Afghanistan, ordered planes to be flown into buildings. ‘Hacksaw’ George W. Bush chased after the Arab terrorists, while the fans chanted USA, USA… In reality world, it was an operation carried out by the Mossad.

On television Newt Gingrich and Nancy Pelosi are former Speakers, of the House of Representatives, fighting on opposite sides. In reality world, Newty is as much for forced corporate health care as Nanny.

Newty, and Nanny, both work for the same banking masters. That is why Newty, and Nanny, both sat on the love seat and promoted global warmiing, in a TV ad, to get you to pay carbon taxes to the bankers.

While the drunken villainess, Pelosi, went out in disgrace, the drunken villain, Boehner took over. Boehner, and whip Cantor, are both on the committee to merge the U. S. with the E. U.. don’t’ believe me ? http://www.tpnonline.org/congress.html

Now, where do you think this will all lead?

I first learned of dragons when my uncle sent me on a mission to a land of morning calm. I would peer through the twisted steel and razors at an ancient and ornate temple that sat above the rice paddies and the happy mountains of the dead.

As my curiosity grew I would venture out past the wire, in the middle of the night, at risk of being caught, or even killed. Stumbling, drunkenly, through the happy mountains, and staring in awe at the stars above.

The dragons of that land were different from the ones I knew at home. They traveled by floating on the clouds, unlike the familiar dragons that had wings and flew. A native saw my fascination with the dragons and told me about them. He told me the folklore of dreaming of the dragon.

In that land, of far away, if one dreamt of a dragon, floating on the clouds, and the dragon stayed aloft, it was a sign of good luck. If one dreamed of the dragon, and it fell to the ground, it was an evil portent of bad luck.

I didn’t know then that I had been chasing the dragon all along and it was the reason that I was there.

My uncle returned me to the world and I worked for him in the great rain forest of the north. When my work finish there, I moved to the big valley of St. Joakim, to the south.

I continued my pursuit of the dragon in the great valley. There, I often amused, and amazed, my friends with tales of the dragon. The valley was a place of pleasure, toil, and pain, and soon, my pursuit out grew it. A day came when it was time to leave the valley of St. Joakim and return to my native land.

I drove south to the farthest end of the great valley and rested. I rested for the night, not out of need, but to be sure of myself.

The following day I drove my truck into the rising sun and didn’t look back. Crossing mountains, and deserts, the next days sun rose in a panhandle on the plains.

Without stopping, and driving through the night, the next days sun found me in a land of Blues, and Voodoo.

I met there a beautiful woman with black hair, and dark eyes. She told me of a man that was Voodooed, and how she met the Legend of Lizard Man.

I told her of the happy dragons as I had entertained others in the past. She threw back her head laughing, and said, “Oh, you and your dragons.”

But, how did she know of my dragons? Perhaps, she was a friend of theirs.

I met many there, in the land of Here We Rest, that were chasing their own dragons. They were consumed with chasing the phantom dragons and there was no living with them. So, I went into exile in the Mountains of Shelby, a place where I could be everywhere, and nowhere, all at once.

While in the Mountains of Shelby, I began to wrestle with that unseen, and travel on the spirit plain. With the loud sound of rushing wind, and a loud clap, I was on the spirit plain.

On one travel, I found myself in a chromatic world, older than time. I walked toward a large pool. The sides of the pool were ornamental, like the fountains in Europa, but without the spout of water, and statues, in the center.

Walking up to the side, I looked in at the still waters. The surface of the pool was calm, and still, but underneath were large serpents. They just moved under the surface, and looked like a nest of snakes.

It was the dragons.

Looking past my reflection on the surface, the serpents moved in dark, cold, and lifeless, waters. My reflection looked back, while the dragons writhe below. Staring into the pool, I realized that the dragons had always been with me, and that they had multiplied over time.

Calmly, without emotion, I decided that the dragons must die, and that I would kill them then. I pickup a large bag of blessed salt, about 50 lbs, and began to pour it into the pool.

The salt was to purify the waters, and to return them to life. As the salt entered the pool, the serpents dove deeper, trying to escape. Most of them died immediately, sinking to the bottom, others struggled, and fought back.

The most dangerous of the dragons fought beyond that night. They fought until I was bathed in the fount, of life giving waters, that flow from the center of, that certain, Most Sacred Heart. When the night terrors ceased, and the faces of the ghost, from long ago, and far away, were gone away.

During the heat of this last summer, while visiting the Garden of Stone, just below The Step, a beloved friend, from the Valley of St. Joakim, asked about my dragons, and if I still knew them. I just smiled, and didn’t really reply one way, or the other.

I don’t speak of the dragons anymore. I often see them, looking back, from behind the eyes of the walking dead. They live in the shadows, and shun the world of the light.

As the cold, and darkness, encloses the world, their reign will be brief, and in their death throws, they will cause havoc.

The light will return and the serpent of darkness defeated.

Driving the un-crowded Interstate  through the desert often gives more time to reflect on interior things.

It also gives me a chance to play a little road game that I made up. Most folks kill the highway boredom by playing Out of state license plates, or Counting the Cows, but I make up songs from the words on road signs. The rules for the game are simple, I just take words, and sentences, from billboards,  and highway signs, and arrange them to some beat running through my head.

Of course, if you ever heard any of the songs you would think they are crazy, and they are. But it is a cool exercise for coming up with song lyrics. After my brain kicks in I come up with other lines, and I write them down in my note book.

After some hours of that I began to reflect on some of my favorite songs in my folk music collection. One of them was Mississippi John Hurt’s 1920’s arrangement of Stagger Lee.

Now, in the song, that cruel Stagger Lee, shot poor ol’ Billy De Lyons, over a $5.00 Stetson hat. Which caused me to think about Stetson hats, and how much they have cost over the years.

Currently, a quality, Stetson will set you back, around, $400.00. Now, that is a big leap from bad ol’ Stagger Lee’s, 1920’s, Stetson hat.

But is it?

In terms of value, and the cost of a Stetson hat, if bought with gold, no it isn’t.

In the 1920’s, one ounce of gold, was $20.00. A $5.00 Stetson would cost you, about, one quarter, of an ounce, of gold.

Here, in the year 2011, an ounce of gold, is, around, $1,600.00. So, a $400.00 Stetson still costs a quarter, of an ounce, of gold.

You see, the value of a Stetson, and the value of gold, did not change. What changed is the worthless Federal Reserve Notes that we purchase things with. From that time, to this, US currency has been slowly debased by the Federal Reserve.

Something else to consider, from the period, wages. In the 1930’s a man might work a job for $1.00 per hour.

Sounds bad doesn’t it?

Think again.

In the 1930’s a job, paying $1.00 per hour, allowed a man to raise a family, own a home, a car, and pay most of the necessities of life.

How so?

In the 1930’s one U. S. Dollar was represented by one once of silver. At the time of this writing, the current price of silver is $31.23. That is low, in relation to gold, as the sliver market is being manipulated. Trust me.

So, here in the modern era, if we were to maintain the same standard of living, as people in the 1930’s, we would need to make, around, $40.00 per hour.

Last month marked the 40th anniversary of Richard Nixon removing our currency from any precious metal standard, ending the Bretton Woods Agreement.

He said, in his televised speech, it was to protect us from international money speculators.

And I will just leave it there.

I took some vacation time, at home, the week before the 4th of July weekend. I live on the Alabama Gulf Coast, and spend most of my time away, from there, working. I had not been home since before the oil rig leak, in the Gulf, had began.

I didn’t know what to expect really. My only source for information is the internet. Internet news stories ranging from BP propaganda, to end of the world scenarios, have had me very emotional.

My mother’s family were among the first English settlers in the area. My mother even had an uncle, by marriage, whose family, were Spanish subjects, from the Spanish colonial days.

I was born in Mobile Alabama, and the Gulf is a part of me, it is a part of who I am. Many of my happiest moments, as a child, were spent fishing, and swimming, in the Mobile Bay.

Just a mile, down the road, from where I live, there is a BP station. I have bought gas at the station since it was opened. I knew, however, that I would no longer be a customer there. While away, I felt sorry for the people that owned the station. I was resolved to never buy another BP product, for as long I as I live.

Having had family members, in the gas station business, and having been a gas pump jockey, during my High School years, I knew the station is a family business. I also know that the business owners can change the product at their gas pumps.

I had returned home over the weekend, and stayed, shut in, the house going through my mail. Monday morning, I ventured out, to make a dentist appointment, and do some investigating, on the the Gulf beaches.

Leaving the house, I had made up my mind, to drive past the gas station, at the next cross roads. Approaching the station, I was happily surprised, to see that it was now a Shell station.

I made a point to stop in and patronize the station. Saturday, I had bought gas at a Chevron, and didn’t need to buy more. The station owners had been as outrage, as everyone else, at the conduct of BP, and the Federal Government. They had taken the decision to end their association with BP on their own.

Entering the store, I noticed that all BP products had been removed from the shelving, and Shell Oil products, in their place. The store owners, and managers, were not available, so I couldn’t ask them any questions. To show some support, I bought a few items, that could have been bought, more cheaply, elsewhere, and moved on.

As you can see, from the above picture, the store was completely empty. No one inside, and no cars at the pumps. I took this picture in mid-morning, at what should have been, a busy time of day for the station. While I had been certain to never patronize the station, as long as they sold BP products, I was saddened.

The owners had taken the initiative to change their oil company affiliation, but passing motorists, could only see the BP green, and not the Shell Oil replacement sign. The Shell sign being, basically, a large bag placed over the, more permanent, BP sign.

Over, the many, weeks of the oil leak, I have listened in to talk shows, so far as, I could stand to listen. Many talk show hosts have been criticizing the BP boycott because it hurts the small business owners. If small business owners are hurt, by their association with BP, they can change their business associations.

Please beware of propaganda in it’s many forms. While many of the national talk show hosts try to make you feel sorry, for Mom, and Pop, they are really shilling for the corporate giant.

Some of the propagandists are quite clever. This article, from Newsweek, Boycott BP!, subtitled, Because it is better to give your money to Exxon,  asserts that, if you boycott BP, you are giving your money to Exxon, as if their are no other oil companies.

It maybe true that Exxon got off light, from the Exxon Valdez spill, it wasn’t their company policy that kept it going for profit. As is the case with the BP oil leak in the Gulf of Mexico.

The disaster, in the Gulf of Mexico, isn’t the only place that BP is leaving their mark. BP is dumping, as many as, 5 lbs. of mercury, in lake Michigan, per year, from their Indiana operation. The Chicago Sun Times has been calling for a boycott of BP for it.  Please see Sun Times Says Boycott BP.

British Petroleum, is an un-needed, corporation, in the United States of America. We do not need a foreign company to steal our natural assets, and sell them back to us. BP drills, and pumps oil, from Alaska, and sells it to other nations, like Japan.

The vey fact, that BP does business, in North America, is the result of the policies of the Trilateral Commission, whose purpose, was to merge the economies of Japan, The United States, and Great Briton.

I often tell people about the Trilateral Commission and their purpose. They often tell me that they don’t think it could happen. Well, it happened in the 1980’s.

Were you sleeping?

The latest battle in the healthcare war is being waged using a new strategy; the circumvention of the intent, spirit, and true definition of the legislative process by folding the health care bill into a budget bill and using the budget reconciliation process to facilitate passage. The 1974 reconciliation method is the perfect vehicle to navigate around certain obstacles, like a Republican filibuster. Besides, the budget reconciliation process only requires a 51-vote majority in the Senate.

 
President Obama and his administration have unveiled “The President’s Proposal,” a health care bill that is a combination of the Senate and House versions, but heavy on the Senate version. Unfortunately, it too, is unconstitutional and is camouflage for a government takeover of this country’s healthcare system.

As of March 3, the Democrats’ strategy for passing President Obama’s health care plan is to have the House first pass the health care reform bill that was passed by the Senate back on December 24th. The House would do this on the basis that the Senate would then pass a bill with changes in the Senate health care bill as demanded by House Democrats. This new Senate bill could be passed with only a 51-vote majority under the budget reconciliation process. Next, the House would pass the Senate reconciliation bill and the result would be final passage of President Obama’s health care plan as embodied in the combination of the Senate health care bill of December 24 and the new health care reconciliation bill which would modify the Senate’s original bill as per Obama’s health care plan with last-minute tweaking by Senate and House Democrats.

Congressional Republicans are not going to sit idly by while all of this legislative maneuvering happens. They plan to use everything at their disposal to delay and possibly torpedo the Democrats’ legislative strategy.

The New York Times reports that although no official cost analysis has been completed on Obama’s proposal, the White House admits that the plan will cost about $950 billion over 10 years, which is more than the Senate version, but less than the House’s. The plan will extend coverage to more than 31 million Americans by 2019. And the excise tax to pay for this latest unconstitutional health care budget buster will be delayed for insurers and employers until 2018.

Obama’s plan would actually expand the role of federal regulators, czars and overseers, in order to review premium increases in individual states. Mr. Obama would “call on the federal secretary of health and human services to work with state regulators to review premium increases,” while “superseding the authority of state regulators only if they refused to act in the face of excessive rate hikes.”

Language pertaining to abortion coverage in the Senate version remains as government officials “believe they cannot make changes to the Senate language on abortion” when using budget reconciliation. One interpretation of the provision is that insurance plans that cover abortions are eligible to receive federal subsidies, while another interpretation suggests that the bill would establish a separate premium to segregate funds used to pay for abortions, but just how this is done and how it keeps the taxpayers’ money from paying for abortions is not exactly clear.

The bottom line is that congressional passage of President Obama’s Health Care Plan would amount to an unconstitutional, government takeover of one-sixth of our nation’s economy. With sufficient public outcry from the grassroots this freedom-destroying health care plan can still be stopped.

Contact Congress, for free, using the JBS Mission Advocacy page.

There is a sample letter that you may use. You may also edit the letter to best suit your personal view.

The Tea Party movement has been co-opted by the Neo-Cons, and the controlled opposition, The Coffee Party, has it’s roots in the Obama White House.

So, what is a patriot to do?

Join the Beer Party!

No, it isn’t the 1970’s idea of the two party system; party all day, party all night.

It is about “Defending the Constitution from all enemies, Foreign and domestic… MOSTLY Domestic.”

A short video from the Founding Father, of the Beer Party, Mike Church.

Find out more about the Beer Party at; http://www.mikechurch.com/

There is no doubt in my mind, that there is not, so much as one, couch potato, in this country, that is even aware, the world’s central bankers have met in Australia to steal their futures, this past week.

Right now, all across the U.S., over weight, old men, are living, vicariously, in a fantasy world. Imagining that they are the, over paid, hero on the grid iron. All the while, they, and future generations, are being sold into slavery, to the banksters, by their elected politicians.

Here is an excellent commentary, by Alex Jones, on why to boycott the Super Bowl, and I think, professional sports, in general.

Until we wake up and fight back against the damage being wielded politically, we have no business getting caught up in gladiatorial distractions. The heat of the contest has become a substitute for our real manhood.

With millions of people watching the Super Bowl, it may not matter, very, much that I, one man, am not. But, I will not waste, not so much as, one more minute of my time, on useless, media events, until our nation is free again.

Decide to turn off your television. When the T.V. ratings, and advertising revenues dwindle, the media, will get the idea, to stop feeding us crap. 

If you aren’t watching the tube, right now, and would like something, thought provoking to read; Super Bowl Sunday: Scientifically Crafted Mass Mental Illness