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Saturday, January 1st, 2005
4:11 am	Year of the Slave This was written almost a year ago by Michael Rivero, the guy who runs whatreallyhappened.com, a site I happened upon right after 9/11/01, when I suspected shit was awry, and simply typed into Google, "What really happened?" It is a rather bitchin' essay. 2004 – Year of the Slave You are a slave. I know that’s not what you want to hear as you hoist your New Year’s champagne, but it is the unpleasant truth that we all face going into 2004. Movies and public school like to portray slaves as bound by chains and beaten with whips, creating a polarized image of slavery that can be pointed to with the comment, “You are not like that, therefore you are not a slave.” But history shows that slaves have been treated in all manner of ways, some more cruel than others, yet even with the most kind treatment, a slave remains a slave. Setting aside the stereotyped image of a slave as a bleeding chain-bound wretch, slaves throughout history are often hard to recognize. In some cases, such as the Medieval Serfs, they were held slaves to the rulers by religious belief, and did not see themselves as slaves even though they were treated as such.The favored slaves of Asian potentates wore jewels to make a movie star gasp, yet were still slaves for all their finery and comfort. So, what is a slave? How do we define a slave? What test do we use to tell if someone is a slave. What makes them different from free people? Free people can say “no”. Free people can refuse demands for their money, time, and children. Slaves cannot. There is no freedom without the freedom to say “no”. If someone demands that you do something and you can say “no” and refuse to do it, then you are a free human being. If you can be forced to do something or surrender something that you do not wish to, then you are a slave. No other test need be applied. When you are forced to surrender half your life’s work to the government in ever-increasing taxes, then you are a slave.Throughout history, slaves were expected to perform the work needed for their own upkeep, then perform additional work for the rulers. For Roman slaves, the ratio of work-for-self versus work-for-rulers was about 50-50. The same ratio applied to Medieval Serfs, and even to the slaves of the American south. And, when you add up all the overt taxes, covert fees, tariffs, excises, plus the increased price you pay for products to pay the taxes of the companies that make those products, you will find that Americans are at that same “half-for-self” versus “half-for-rulers” ratio! Can you say “no” to the confiscation of half of your life? Can you even get the masters to maybe reduce the burden by a significant amount? No? Congratulations. You are a slave. The masters have decided they want wars on anyone living over oil. The idea is that it is better for American corporations to steal the oil they need than to pay for it. Millions of Americans (and millions more around the globe) did not want the war, but the masters started them anyway, by lying to the people. Could you refuse the war? Can you refuse being lied to? No? Congratulations. You are a slave. The rulers want your children for their future wars. Legislation for a draft is already in Congress. Can you refuse the confiscation of your children? No? Congratulations. You are a slave. The government has been caught lying over and over again to the people, from who really did 9-11, to the legality of the tax system, to Cheney’s Energy Task Force papers, to Saddam’s WMDs. Americans are the most lied-to people on Earth. Can you refuse to be lied to? Can you punish the liars? No? Congratulations. You are a slave. Vote fraud is rampant in the nation, and the mandated imposition of audit-less electronic voting systems means that elections will be decided (as Stalin admitted) not by those who vote but by those who count the vote. Can you refuse a dishonest voting process? No? Congratulations. You are a slave. Just because you cannot see the slave-chains doesn’t mean they are not there. Chains made of steel are obvious, but chains made of beliefs are not always recognized for what they are. Hitler enslaved the German people to war with a belief that Poland was about to invade. LBJ enslaved the American people to war with the belief that Vietnam had attacked the USS Maddox in the Gulf of Tonkin. Poland wasn’t invading. There were no torpedoes in the Gulf of Tonkin, but the slaves, held by invisible chains of beliefs, went to war. Millions died. In 2003, however, the chains started to become visible. The Constitutional right to freedom of expression was confined to “free-speech” zones. A slave may have an opinion, so long as it is not expressed where it might upset the other slaves. The Constitutional right to an armed populace, the means by which the men who set up a nation of free citizens hoped to keep them free, is under constant attack from those who fear a nation of free citizens, and who will not sleep soundly until we are a nation entirely of slaves. Armed citizens can, after all, say “no” and make it stick. That was why there was a Second Amendment, to allow the people to say “no” to those who would return them to the slavery they had so recently escaped from. Other Constitutional rights and protections have been set aside. The government can now search through your private records without cause and without warrant, even break into your home and not have to tell you. Simply by declaring a citizen an enemy combatant, the government can now lock up US citizens without a charge and without a lawyer. You can be prevented from traveling simply for having the wrong name. If you purchase too much gold or take home too much cash, or hoard food, the government will take notice. Having a Farmer's Almanac is grounds for suspicion. Talking about the Constitution is now deemed grounds to suspect a terrorist link. Torture is now espoused as “necessary” to “deal with the crisis”. Were you able to refuse those changes to the Constitution? No? Congratulations. You are a slave. The government (at all levels) has borrowed trillions of dollars and stuck your kids with the payments. Children not even born will be paying off the bills. To declare the lives of children not yet born, let alone old enough to vote, indentured to the state is slavery most obvious and odious. Can you refuse responsibility for payments on debts the government incurred without your permission? No? Congratulations. You are a slave. The government has borrowed so much money that it has long ago run out of gold to pledge as collateral on the debts. Starting in Nixon’s administration, natural resources were used as collateral for the mounting debts. Borrow more money, promise a chunk of public lands as collateral. These land pledges were concealed behind “Environmentalism” to disguise the real purpose. Numerous names such as “Wilderness Reserve”, “Wetland”, “Heritage River”, and so forth were used to conceal the true scale of the confiscations. But the end result was the same. Huge tracts of public land containing natural resources were walled away from the public that owned them, mortgaged to the holders of the US Government debt. We are well on our way from being citizens, to being mere tenants. Were you able to refuse having your public lands placed at risk by the US Government to cover loans you never authorized the government to make? No? Congratulations. You are a slave. Trust funds under government control are being looted, from the Social Security trust fund to Native American trust accounts to Federal Retirement Funds. Congress pays lip service to the looting of Social Security, but considers only more taxes to cover the looted shortfall. Meanwhile, court cases over other looted trust accounts drag on without resolution. Are you able to refuse corrupt and dishonest government? No? Congratulations. You are a slave. You are a slave because the ruling class can do what they want, take what they want, and you cannot refuse. You may have freedom to decide what TV channel to watch tonight, or just which style car you will drive to your work in, but little power over the rest of your life. Even that home you have worked to pay for over the last decade can be taken from you at a moment’s notice via “eminent domain”. Can you refuse? No? Congratulations. You are a slave. In October 2001 I wrote that more damage would be done to our nation by those claiming to save us from the terrorists than by any actual terrorist act. Even as Bush claimed that the terrorists hated the US because of our freedoms, he took what few remaining freedoms we had away until we are more watched, more spied on, more limited, more silenced, more taxed, and more enslaved that at any other time in our nation’s history. Not only are we slaves, we are at last starting to see that we have been slaves all along. We did not have rights, because a right cannot be taken away. What we had were indulgences, granted by the masters to the slaves, to be removed when the masters grow fearful of the slaves’ resentment and anger. I know this is a very depressing article to read on the New Year, but I have watched through 2003 as people I care about lost their homes and businesses, as the labors of a lifetime evaporated in stock market manipulations by corporate crooks.These Americans who had worked hard to achieve the American dream lost it all through no fault of their own. Our schools are broke, hospitals under-staffed, the roads and bridges and rails of the nation are crumbling while billions of dollars are given away to foreign nations, favored cronies, and the ravenous war machine. The priorities of the government that feeds on taxes seems focused everywhere but on those who pay those taxes. And we can’t seem to refuse that either. I think the state of the nation can be summed up by a simple contrast. Tommy Chong is in jail for selling a pipe, while Ken Lay walks around a free man with the billions he stole from his employees and investors. Any way you slice it, that’s a pretty screwed up situation. I promised a reader that I would make some predictions for 2004 in this article. I wish I hadn’t because I am hoping I am wrong on most of them. 1. There will be another fake terror attack. The Neocon war agenda cannot move forward without it. Those who hoped Iraq would be the end of the wars are in for a rude shock. The hawks want the entire planet, either directly ruled by the US, or ruled by obedient puppet regimes. Another “attack” is needed. 2. The US will eventually lose their war of conquest of the world. The US does not have enough troops to garrison the planet, and as Hitler learned much too late, merely having superior weapons isn’t going to win a war when you’ve pissed off absolutely everyone else in the world. On a more practical level, sooner or later the US will wind up at war with someone who really DOES have nuclear weapons of mass destruction. That this is the government plan is witnessed by the numerous underground facilities which have been built or upgraded in recent years. You paid for them, but you won’t be allowed in them. Such an attack on the US is small price to pay for those who promote these wars, not for America, but for another nation standing by while its victims are tricked into fighting each other. 3. Minus a war, the US Government will eventually collapse as did the Soviet Union, dragged down by debt and corruption. As the final collapse looms closer, look for the looting of the nation to become even bolder than it is now. The last official act of any government is to loot the nation. 4. I am opposed to violence. I wish it could be avoided but I do believe that this nation is headed towards a collision between the rulers and the ruled. The government fears this as well or we wouldn’t see so much bullet-proof Lexan between us and our “public servants”. I think that the reason we have not seen it yet is that Americans have been conditioned to expect a hero or savior to come and make things right. We know things have gone wrong, but we are waiting for someone else to fix it, Superman, the cavalry riding to the rescue, Spartacus, the Messiah, Batman, What Really Happened, etc. This belief that one should wait quietly for a hero is part of the slavery mechanism, to keep you in your place, rendering unto Caesar, breeding more slaves, waiting for salvation that never comes. However, as history has shown, even the patience of an entire people can run out, and I predict that when the final upheaval comes, it will arrive as suddenly as that which occurred in Romania. In November 1989, Romania seemed stable under the rule of Nicholai Ceausescu. One month later, a sporting event erupted into a spontaneous political protest and on December 25th, Nicholai Ceausescu was tried and sentenced to death. Ceausescu proved that tyrants should not confuse silence with consent. The Romanian people finally realized that nobody was coming to save them, and they had the courage to save themselves. The collapse of the USSR was equally rapid and almost as unexpected. So shall it be in the US. Like I said above, I hope I am wrong in my forecasts. However it is clear that the US Government is under the control of individuals intent on personal enrichment, or loyalty to a foreign nation above our own, and seeing no reason at all not to continue on their present course. Confrontation seems inevitable. The founding fathers set up a nation in which government was by the consent of the people. We The People agreed to certain obligations, and the government we allowed to care for our national sovereignty agreed to abide by certain limits set forth in the Constitution. The present government has broken the agreement, discarding the Constitutional limits on their power and authority while at the same time piling more and more obligations onto the people. Were you able to refuse them? No? This more than any of the other reasons is why you have ceased to be a free human being, and are now a slave. You are a slave. When you live under a government that takes your wealth and your children and lies to you to keep you docile and scares you to keep you obedient, how can it be otherwise? You are a slave. You can stay that way, or not. It’s that simple. Nobody is coming to save you. There are no heroes, no cavalry riding to the rescue. Whether you and your children will live as slaves or as free human beings is entirely up to you. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- What Really Happened Current Mood: hopeful (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, December 31st, 2004
8:49 pm	FYI Time is collapsing on itself, in case you didn't know or something. Current Mood: apathetic (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, December 26th, 2004
7:32 pm	REX KWON DO My cat was in a rickety icy tree and it couldn't get out. This was after I was looking for it for two hours. So I was all, "Rex Kwon Do!" and I put the tree in a headlock and got the cat out. The real way the story goes has a scary ladder and no one to hold it and icy wind. But it has no rex kwon do so I went with the alternate telling. PS: Vote for Pedro and all your wildest dreams will come true. Current Mood: enthralled (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, December 17th, 2004
10:03 pm	Christ. Ok, you're the kind of person who wraps the door to your office like it is a giant Christmas present. Can I talk to you? Who the fuck are you? I am light years away from relating to you as a fellow human being. I don't even know where to start. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, December 9th, 2004
9:36 pm	if... If I had to choose between reading some sensitive gaywad's whiney, self-pitying poetry OR sprouting giant pus-filled hemorrhoids that spontaneously squirt tobasco, sulfuric acid, gasoline, and Rod Stewart's music on my sphincter and my eyeballs, I would definitely go with the hemorrhoids because how often do you get an offer like that? Like, hardly ever. Current Mood: contemplative (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, November 28th, 2004
5:06 am	hmmm So like we wash stuff with soap to make it clean enough to eat. Yet, if we eat soap, we DIE!!!! Current Mood: contemplative (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 24th, 2004
4:50 pm	pirates? If you think about it for a while, you realize that pirates sort of speak in ebonics. Then, when you think about it more, you realize that they really don't, do they? Current Mood: thoughtful (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, November 20th, 2004
8:33 pm	It's Nothing Personal Hey, I want to tell you guys the great thing that happened to my face! It's kind of a long story, so bear with me. Or just stop reading this and go jerk off. I don't care. Earlier this week I had a headache for about three days. Finally on the third night of the headache I couldn't sleep or anything, but I just got up like usual and went to a gay meeting at work, which I had to go to anyway even if my head were functioning normally. Or even if it had come off. I figured maybe I could sleep at the meeting, or perhaps on the drive in. So I got to the meeting and I'm just sitting there, too tired with my same 3 day old horrible headache where I can only see stuff out of little pinholes instead of the normal field of vision I usually have, which is just as well because everyone is ugly anyway and I don't need to see their hideously shiny "professional wear" from K-Mart because I can smell it just the same. Notice how if you get something from K-Mart it smells like K-Mart forever? The Little Caesar and popcorn and gherri-curl smell is infused in it always. Anyway, after a while I kinda started to get pissed off, because these meetings are always stupid and a huge waste of time, and they have them really early in the morning for no reason except to piss me off. Why can't we all just make a rule that nobody can talk about stupid shit until like noonish? So I started to try and think of a way I could just leave without anyone noticing, when I realized that they would notice no matter what because I was too far away from the door. And there is no polite way to do a backflip through the window and run away. Someone is bound to take it personally. Then I really started to get pissed off and my head was throbbing. I think it was actually vibrating at this point, all by itself and little headache lines were shooting off of it and falling in people's coffee. That's another thing. How come everyone has to drink coffee? Coffee stinks. You should have to drink it outside, or in K-Mart. So, then I was considering the idea of springing from my chair and leaping out the window to my death, shouting "It's nothing personal!" on the way down. I stifled a laugh at the thought of it, when all of a sudden my face exploded. Torrents of blood spurted out of both nostrils at once, much to the alarm of practically everyone except myself. "I'm fine. I'm sure it will be fine," I reassured them, as wide sanguine streams flowed over my lips and dripped off my chin onto the table. I was still somewhat blind from my headache, and still pretty amused from my daydream. Women were tossing mountains of Kleenex at me and men were looking on in horror. I was laughing hysterically, which didn't help matters, and dabbing at my face with a ball of tissue. In no time my cupped hands were overflowing with blood. It was truly magnificent. I flattened my hands, mostly for effect, and rivers of blood splashed onto the table and ran up my arms, soaking the sleeves of my shirt all the way to my elbows. Someone said holy shit and that was hilarious to me. I got up and staggered to the door, laughing and bleeding and smearing everything red. Somehow I got downstairs and out the door to my car when I realized I forgot my keys. I was weak with laughter, dizzy from bloodloss and pain, and the inside of my face burned like when you're drowning. I turned to go back when I saw the receptionist at the door. She was dangling my keys from her index finger and had a priceless look on her face--like selfless concern run weary with disgust. She cautiously cracked open the door and placed my keys on the sidewalk. I don't know why she didn't just bring them out to me, but I'm sure it was nothing personal. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, October 31st, 2004
10:19 pm	Hey! Hey, remember me? Yeah me neither. Current Mood: confused (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, August 16th, 2004
11:42 pm	ok, fine! Ok, fine! I will update this thing, but not because I want to, ok? It's because shut-up! That's why. So shut-up! I'm just a little stressed, ok? I'm just a little pressed for time these days. And what free time I do have, I use to think about weiners. Ok everyone? Are you happy knowing that!? Yeah, I thought so. That's exactly what I thought. Hitler invented Cocoa Puffs. And Julia Childs, you know? That nice old lady? Well, she's dead now. She's rotting in the ground. It's nobody's fault but yours. And Rick James? Yep! Dead! And Ernest, as in Ernest Scared Stupid? Yeah well, Ernest Frikkin Dead Now. See if you can find that one at your local video store. Ouisey? Or Wheezy? Jefferson? Dead. You? You know, you? Reading this? Alive. You're alive and all those great people are dead. Rerun? Dead. Elvis? Dead. Johnny Cash? Dead. Jack Tripper? Dead. Grammaw? Dead. You? Jerk? Masturbator? SlimJim Eater? Booger Miner? Butt Scratcher? David Hasselhoff? No Turn Signal? Barbed Wire Tattoo? NASCAR fan? You're still alive. Good for you. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, July 16th, 2004
11:13 am	oh yeah, this thing! If you are like me, you have trouble making decisions. And it burns when you pee. Maybe this will help: (This will only help you make decisions, but everything else can be cured with penicillin) Eenie meenie miney mo. Catch a tiger by his toe. If he hollers let him go. Eenie meenie miney mo. My mother said to pick the very best one, but I don't necessarily trust my mother's advice, especially since the accident because now she will mistake some words for others like if she says "onions" she means "monkey testicles." So when we are at Wendy's she will order her number one with pickles and no monkey testicles because monkey testicles give her gas. And once we were at Subway and the sandwich guy asked if she wanted onions and she became indignant and shouted, "Why would I want onions on my sandwich of all things on God's earth? Why would you even ask someone a question like that? Is this how you get your rocks off, sandwich boy? Asking middle aged women if they want onions on their sandwich? What is this world coming to? Onions, indeed!" And the manager came out to see what the problem was and the guy said he only asked if she wanted onions on her sandwich and my mom said of course she didn't want onions on her sandwich and no monkey testicles either. The manager started crying unconsolably and no one could figure out why but finally he said "I always wanted a pony" and you are not it. The one that's not it is the one you don't pick. Get it? (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Saturday, June 12th, 2004
8:11 pm	Dr. Bernice continued Dr. Bernice was a constant presence in our humble aluminum household, so much so that over the years the trailer began to tilt ever so slightly to the right, where Dr. Bernice dedicatedly sat chain-smoking Newports and guzzling a bizarre mixture of Olde English and whole milk. She insisted we call her Dr. Bernice, despite the fact that she had no medical credentials and her legal name-the one that appeared on her many bench warrants-was Wontarshia Duneek Dumont. Nevertheless, mother often sought medical advice from Dr. Bernice as she would a regular doctor, and Dr. Bernice would enthusiastically oblige her. Especially if the problem happened to be gynecological... (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, June 9th, 2004
10:02 pm	dr. bernice Baby, don't you drive around with Dr. Bernice, That ain't a real cadillac. It's a delta '88, spray-painted black, With fake leather seats from Juarèz. ...Baby, don't you drive round in that faux cadillac, If you must, please ride in the back. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, June 7th, 2004
11:41 pm	Ringo When Ringo was born I assumed he was to be my pet. I had asked for a dog several days before he was born, and then there he was. I don't know what else I was supposed to think. Though this was not the case, my mother allowed me to entertain the notion. For one thing, the children born to my parents were each supernaturally hairy. I vividly remember "Waxin' Day," a monthly event wherein my mother would hold us by our heels and dip us head-first into a barrel of hot wax. Then we would peel each other. It took forever to convince Social Services that this was a necessary process. But when Ringo was born, my mother declared, "let's let the boy be how he come here." I groomed Ringo every day, and taught him to catch a frisbee in his mouth. This is not unusual for an actual dog, but Ringo was a human boy, not yet three years old... (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, June 5th, 2004
8:13 pm	Memoirs (Part One) Hey everyone, guess what? I found the memoirs I started writing three years ago when I thought I was going to be murdered! Here's part one, but remember it's still a work in progress. My name is Willadene Oxendine. I was born to a family of what you might call crude hillbillies in Spring Lake, North Carolina. Between prison stints, my father, "Fast" Eddie Oxendine, supported me and my eight siblings working the county fair circuit as a carney/stuntman. He rode a motorcycle in the "Cage of Doom." My mother was a waitress at Hooters (she is now shift manager). When I was four we moved into an abandoned single-wide trailer, where most of my family resides to this day, except for several brothers; Crazy Eddie, who is in the state hospital on account of how he bites folks; Slow Eddie, who was hit by a train; and Special Eddie, who ran away with the boat show. Oh, and me, Willadene. I am writing this in the trunk of a '74 Delta 88, which is rattling up the interstate towards some unknown location (unknown to me anyhow). If you're reading this, I'm probably dead, unless I personally handed it to you. If that's the case, I'm probably alive, unless I had a heart attack right after I gave it to you, or a cobra bit me before you finished reading. Anything's possible you know, but sudden tragedy is like, more extra possible, if that makes sense. Either way, you might be interested in the story of my short life. Then again, I don't know why, since it barely interests me. Fast Eddie won my mother, Dorlene Cummins, at a biker rally in the late seventies. She was third prize, but a looker nonetheless, especially by Spring Lake standards. For example, she had mostly all her teeth-all the ones in front anyway-arranged in a fetching little underbite that goes underemphasized in most early photographs. Plus, she had a pretty respectable rack. Seven years and five sons later my parents were considered to be married by the common law. My dad always wanted a little protege, so he named all my brothers Eddie in the hopes that at least one of them took after him and turned out to be fast. Unfortunately, the fastest of all six junior Eddies was of an average pace. By the time his seventh son was born, my father had lost all hope. My mother named him Ringo. She didn't bother with a middle name... (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, June 3rd, 2004
12:41 am	sometimes... Sometimes right after I sneeze...for just a second...I think I can smell my own brain. And it smells like Fun-Yuns. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, May 31st, 2004
8:45 pm	bone meal Today at Lowes I saw a bag of bone meal, but the way the bag was bent it looked like it said, "Bone Me." (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, May 29th, 2004
11:02 pm	just kidding just kidding about before. you don't really have to go to hell. if you already went, sorry. i regret any misunderstanding. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, May 9th, 2004
10:41 pm	Seriously Seriously, die. Everyone. Please. I'm serious. Everyone. More than likely, this means you. If you are unsure, go ahead and die. And if you could, rot in hell. Thanks again. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
10:38 pm	Attention Attention, Humanity. Please report to hell for burning and rotting. Thank you. (1 Comment |Comment on this)