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December 21, 2012
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Today
was supposed to be the end of the old-world and its’ ways. This day
was to be the beginning of a whole new universe and subsequently was
to mark the change that so many have been “WAITING” for. Real
change never happens by just watching the criminality of the
status-quo, expecting everything to “somehow-change” without
actively working toward that end.
This
morning I planed to say something very-different about the arrival of
this day, but then the skies at sunrise here put on a show the like
of which I have seldom ever seen. The
first rays of dawn were grey and tinged with fire-orange in the
reflected light from the windows of the high-rise buildings visible
from my apartment. About fifteen minutes passed. The sky banished the
rain-clouds to reveal a deep blue-green azure sky, as if it was
illuminated from within. As I looked to the west there was the most
beautifully huge-rainbow which had instantly formed in the Pacific,
just beyond the Golden Gate. It then arched over the northern edge of
the city to end somewhere in San Francisco Bay. It was stunning! The
vista lasted about twenty minutes but it changed my mood completely.
Twenty minutes on, the rain-clouds returned, and the rain falls
steadily now… All
day yesterday the chatter on the net was about HATE for anyone that
did not hate guns. I watched an amateur radio-host from England try
to lambast an NRA spokesperson who was trying to explain the reason
that guns are a necessary part of saving innocent-life in
America—especially given that cops never show up at crime-scenes
until after crimes have been committed. (1) My
blood began to boil. The always proper ZERO-TOLERANCE assholes have
been having a field day trying to intimidate those of us who have
lived our lives the hard way, rather than simply following the
mindless dictates of idiots that actually believe ‘everything can
be fixed’ just by passing more empty and misguided laws: AGAINST
the very things that can save the lives of good people still trying
to survive in this failed-nation. We seem determined to commit
national genocide by refusing to allow our citizens to DEFEND
themselves against actual deadly-force that can only be stopped by
ordinary people that refuse to go unarmed into daily life. Then
I remembered some things from my own early life in which guns did
play a part.
After
I left the military, having completed four years as a draftee, I
ended up living in one of the more dilapidated areas of downtown
Oklahoma City, in a slum-hotel. My ‘studio’ was part of an
abandoned tire-warehouse that had been converted to art-studios above
a bowling alley. I rented a large 40 by 60 foot room in which about a
quarter of the windows had been broken or were damaged. There were
rats, roaches and a lot of space. The neighborhood had a number of
thugs and violence was a constant companion. I built platforms for
the drawing board, storage areas and various easels to keep the
vermin away and to keep the work stations dry and useable. I
also wore a .32 automatic in a shoulder-holster. The gun was
necessary to protect against any unwarranted intrusions from the
outside while I worked. The most dominate painting in the open-to the
world studio was BARRABAS. That canvas was a 5 by 9 foot tall oil
painting that hung from the ceiling, on heavy log-chains. Barabbas
was a very angry naked man on a cross, tilted slightly back and seen
from below against an angry and storm wracked sky.
The
painting was eventually purchased by Dean John C. Van Dyke who was an
Orthodox Presbyterian minister, in Oklahoma City. He later tried to
arrange an apprenticeship for me with the then 10th
generation living Van Dyke in Rio. I mention this only to show that I
was not just a political-dissident but someone who was actually
trying to do more with his life. (Carrying
the Beretta simply insured that I might be around long enough to have
that life).
While
I was completing and showing the political work, (in the studio) most
of which was quite large in size: I occasionally received some
unsolicited visitors of the grey-suit variety. They were quite vague
as to who they actually represented. Their purpose, they said, was to
convince me to stop “wasting my talent on political trash”. They
had visited me on several occasions before they finally got around to
that comment, which I explained very carefully to them; was NOT
appreciated. I explained that if they came back, they had better have
a warrant to justify any future visits, or they would be dealt with
very differently than had been the case to that point. It was
Oklahoma-Hot at the time: I was coated in sweat as there was no
air-conditioning in the studio so by the time they had finally
come to the point of their visits; anyone could see that I was
wearing a very well broken-in weapon. They left and did not return.
(2) The
presence of weapons has a tendency to introduce a kind of calm in
people. This calm is not present when only one side is armed. This
took place in the mid-sixties. While that was a totally different
time, from what we are living in today—I found it instructional.
After
the political-work was completed and I began to have it publicly
shown: I began to get very-different visits from other government
agents. There were unannounced break-ins at my apartment in the
middle of the night. The Beretta had been bobby-trapped so that if I
had tried to put a bullet in the chamber, to actually arm the weapon,
the firing pin that had been replaced would have blown the weapon up
and sent the slide into my brain. Most of the surprise-raids were
designed to get me to panic to try to arm the pistol. Once I
discovered this, I appealed to some friends for additional help.
Some
windows were damaged, some were broken and the door had been
‘worked-on’. Shots were fired. I was followed everywhere. The
local-police decided this was a jealous husband and nothing more. So
after a few weeks of this the useless cops refused to take my
reports.
I
engaged help from some highschool friends that were retired NSIA
agents, who agreed to help to keep me alive. They refused to allow me
to have another gun, to replace the damaged one, which had caused me
to ask for help in the first place.
A
great deal of trouble was generated over a fourteen month period. I
was not harmed. That episode only ended when LBJ decided “not to
run again for President.” I packed and left for California,
assuming that this chapter in my life was over. Had
I not been armed, from the time I began to work on the political
project, or protected, by two ex-US government agents who were both
armed and deadly—then
the outcome to that chapter of life might have been very, very
different.
I
have never been arrested for anything. I carried weapons for many
years and did not find it necessary to fire them, at anyone. But I
did not keep the fact of the gun’s presence a secret. My life has
always been somewhat edgy, but I live by what I believe in to the
hilt. The
current obscenity being played-out as a REQUIREMENT
in American life, regarding the use and protections afforded by
weapons, to responsible people, that on occasion need more than words
just to stay alive—needs to be taken SERIOUSLY.
This
needs to be calmly and deliberately discussed in light of the truth
behind the 2nd
Amendment to the U.S. Constitution. “A
well-regulated militia being necessary to the security This
fact must be seen against a backdrop where government criminals are
now armed, as if the public is an army of massively-armed
enemy-troops whose very lives present a THREAT to those
falsely-empowered troops that are about to try and TAKE legally
purchased weapons from ordinary Americans. This has been ordered by
Executive Decree from a TRAITOR to this nation who must be dethroned
and removed immediately for
“Conspiracy to Insurrection Against the Republic of the United States.”
I
would suggest that those who have recently demanded that NRA members
be publicly-shot might want to rethink their potentially criminal
act. We are all people, and as such, sometimes we need to be able to
protect ourselves when and if law-enforcement cannot, for any reason,
come to our aide. That is what this argument is about. Anyone who has
not lived enough to understand what is at stake is definitely not in
any position to speak about things they know nothing about.
History
is replete with idiots that put their faith in paper-rules. But when
lives are threatened then often ordinary people need to be protected
by a lot more than paper-rules or wishful-thinking predicated upon
unrealistic outcomes. To do this will only end with victims being
killed rather than surviving, to continue with their lives…
1) Piers Morgan Charged with Conspiracy to Insurrection Against the Republic of the United States 2) Politics Oklahoma http://www.kirwanesque.net/kirwan-politics/politics-oklahoma/ |
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