This post is written in “coded language” in full anticipation of events to come, whereby myself, unarmed and relatively harmless, seeks to out state and federal practices that are un-Constitutional, and forbidden by law and common decency.
Once upon a time in America, there lived a man who believed that the Devil himself (or “shatan” or “שָׂטָן” as he/she/it is known in collectivist circles, and colloquial circles, and internationally funded cliques of ‘ spirit cookers’ comprised of thirteens) could be defeated, if only American’s believed in their Constitution.
And, of course, that man is dead now, like so many before and after him. And academics, politicians, and ‘new Americans’ discuss the color of his skin and the merits of his privilege, in endless, circular debates online, that always end, somehow, in the number thirteen. It has been this way for many generations.
But of that man, who beat the devil, AND gave the devil its due, it was said that he was denied glory, because he didn’t cut a deal.
You can read more here, but for my money (and really, I don’t have any) it is best invested in hanging a jury of scoundrels; or in the hope and prayer that nullification can be an effective tool against false dichotomies. And failing that, I will see you in hell, said Orpheus, as he read through “The Devil and Daniel Webster,” and then, summarily and in this order, puked out and nearly capitulated to the massive powers armed and ready; staged, set, and kicking in his door-again- seeking their stolen straw babies, which were, and remain, nowhere to be found, as Orpheus had given them proper human burials, and legitimate earthly prayers.
It’s a story they tell in the border country, where Massachusetts joins Vermont and New Hampshire.
Yes, Dan’l Webster’s dead—or, at least, they buried him. But every time there’s a thunderstorm around Marshfield, they say you can hear his rolling voice in the hollows of the sky. And they say that if you go to his grave and speak loud and clear, “Dan’l Webster—Dan’l Webster!” the ground’ll begin to shiver and the trees begin to shake. And after a while you’ll hear a deep voice saying, “Neighbor, how stands the Union?” Then you better answer the Union stands as she stood, rock-bottomed and copper-sheathed, one and indivisible, or he’s liable to rear right out of the ground. At least, that’s what I was told when I was a youngster.
You see, for a while, he was the biggest man in the country. He never got to be President, but he was the biggest man. There were thousands that trusted in him right next to God Almighty and they told stories about him that were like the stories of patriarchs and such. They said when he stood up to speak, stars and stripes came right out in the sky, and once he spoke against a river and made it sink into the ground. They said when he walked the woods with his fishing rod, Killall, the trout would jump out of the streams right into his pockets, for they knew it was use putting up a fight against him; and, when he argued a case, he could turn on the harps of the blessed and the shaking of the earth underground. That was the kind of man he was, and his big farm up at Marshfield was suitable to him. The chickens he raised were all white meat down through the drumsticks, and the cows were tended like children, and the big ram he called Goliath had horns with a curl like a morning-glory vine and could butt through an iron door. But Dan’l wasn’t one of your gentlemen farmers; he knew all the way of the land, and he’d be up by candlelight to see that the chores got done. A man with a mouth like a mastiff, a brow like a mountain and eyes like burning anthracite—that was Dan’l Webster in his prime. And the biggest case he argued never got written down in the books, for he argued it against the devil, nip and tuck and no holds barred. And this is the way I used to hear it told.
Contrasted with this, plus the new American “virtues” of hidden police methods, plus hidden secret “national security” issues, plus Pubic Relations, Crisis PR, and propaganda that pre-emptively poisons any jury across America, and parallel construction= the Constitution is DEAD and where were YOU when THAT happened?:
3“Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? 4How can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? 5You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye.
6“Do not give dogs what is sacred; do not throw your pearls to pigs. If you do, they may trample them under their feet, and turn and tear you to pieces.
Ask, Seek, Knock
7“Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. 8For everyone who asks receives; the one who seeks finds; and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened.
9“Which of you, if your son asks for bread, will give him a stone? 10Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake? 11If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him! 12So in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you, for this sums up the Law and the Prophets.
The Narrow and Wide Gates
13“Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. 14But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it.
True and False Prophets
15“Watch out for false prophets. They come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly they are ferocious wolves. 16By their fruit you will recognize them. Do people pick grapes from thornbushes, or figs from thistles? 17Likewise, every good tree bears good fruit, but a bad tree bears bad fruit. 18A good tree cannot bear bad fruit, and a bad tree cannot bear good fruit. 19Every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire. 20Thus, by their fruit you will recognize them.
True and False Disciples
21“Not everyone who says to me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ will enter the kingdom of heaven, but only the one who does the will of my Father who is in heaven. 22Many will say to me on that day, ‘Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name and in your name drive out demons and in your name perform many miracles?’ 23Then I will tell them plainly, ‘I never knew you. Away from me, you evildoers!’
The Wise and Foolish Builders
24“Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock. 25The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock. 26But everyone who hears these words of mine and does not put them into practice is like a foolish man who built his house on sand. 27The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell with a great crash.”
Related: Read about how the DEA is wiretapping ALL OF YOU and you don’t care because “you have nothing to hide,” and likely, nothing important to say either…. ( but your son or daughter might).
Remember when “paranoid crazy people” talked about these things? Wait till your kid gets pulled over; or your daughter becomes “Celeste Guap/ Jasmin Abuslin“…
And remember: “it’s for the children,” said the international banksters, and others who are descended from child slavers.
DEA “Hemisphere” wiretapping link round-up: