Thursday, January 31, 2013

Sappers And Miners

“The judiciary of the United States is the subtle corps of sappers and miners constantly working underground to undermine our Constitution from a co-ordinate of a general and special government to a general supreme one alone. This will lay all things at their feet. … I will say, that “against this every man should raise his voice,” and, more, should uplift his arm …” —Letter to Thomas Ritchie, Sept. 1820
Jefferson always had a way with words. 
It's true the judiciary has greatly become what he described.  But just as we are supposed to have checks and balances, the corrupt system has its own inverse method of making sure it stays corrupt.  They simply rubber stamp one another.
So we pull them apart and continue exposing them.  Easier said than done so let's do it.
While we do, let's not allow ourselves to be sapped and mined. 
I've been talking about how this is all planned, Alinsky tactics and everything multitiered.
It's the battle within we need to tend. 
All of this collectivist opposition works way below the surface to feed self doubt, foster fear, make us bitter, to give up.
I've been betrayed, been swindled (aka screwed out of inheritance), had former friends turn their backs and leaders try to lead me down the primrose leftist path.  I've weathered this and all the self doubts and fears with that precise goal.  Maybe some were not actively working to derail me, but they sure tried by their actions.
I have indeed had moments of faltering, almost giving up.  But I did not.  Have I become stronger as a result?  Absolutely.  In the dark night of the soul, it's a two way street.  Selfexamination has lended itself to not just surviving but triumphing over enemies and obstacles.
Think of having a bad flu.  You are ravaged with infection, fever.  Through it all, you focus on getting well.  And when you do, you build immunity to that which threatened you.
So it is with the 'red death'.  Build your reserves.  In martial arts it is storing 'chi', energy.
Know you are not alone, no matter who deserts you.  And we can make our own way.  THAT is the way of our Constitutional Republic.
It is greater than ourselves, yet it is each of us that makes it work!
E Pluribus Unum bests the sappers and miners every time.

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

In The Soup

I've told before how the Lutheran Campus Pastor, while I attended college, had us gathered for a meeting.  He said,'Just answer, yes or no.  Red or dead, which one.'  He wanted no discussion.

The kids, I was at least ten years older than most of them, kind of hemmed and hawed.  Some said red, a couple said dead. 

I looked at him and the group.  I broke his rule.  I simply couldn't just say one or the other.  I replied that I would be neither.  I would either join the resistance in the hills, or th Underground in the city.

There was a long pause.  This guy was so serious, solemn even.  Nothing more was said.

The red or dead bit was the culmination of my increasing friction with him and others in the LCA.  Collectivism, liberalism, leftism, whatever you care to call it, had been creeping in and corrupting the church just as it was all of life.

It was very seductive, even to someone who had been in the world, had his own business and travelled widely.  It was done softly and gradually.  But I just couldn't swallow the bilge.I had been raised to think for myself and even though they tried their best, I didn't buy leftist rhetoric. 

Some people cave, even when they know better.  They may think it's God's will or they may just go along to get along or use the former as an excuse. 

The whole experience was rather churning.  I had principles I would NOT abandon, no matter what they threw at me.  And yes, that included girls, believe it or not as well as 'peer' pressure.. 

So I'm very familiar with collectivist academic/church tactics.  And I see how kids who have little or no preparation can be turned, little by little til they become 'true believers' or more likely useful idiots.

I have passed that love of Liberty to the kids and we taught them to think for themselves too.  We shall see where it takes them now.

I got out of the soup, stopped stewing in the marxist miasma.  It preyed on our best intentions, our 'hope' to help.  But they are short on teaching self reliance preferring entitlement.  All the leftist trimmings are included

Getting out of that soup, have I stepped into the fire?

I'm as firm in my convictions now as then, even more so with my experiences as the heat increased.

It will stand me in good stead, come what may.

Piece By Piece

May seem like rehashing old analogies/metaphors.  Mosaics, Fabian tactics, bit by bit, all true tools that have relentlessly been employed throughout history, bringing us to where we are today.

The latest piece is actually subdivided.  School shooting, surging emotion, gun ban, all fitting together.  Don't think for a minute that it's all just coincidence.  There are no coincidences.  And if something happens to 'pop up', it's incorporated into the overall plan.

If you look closely, you can see how none of this is just whipped up.  It is planned.  It may be open ended, but it is set up for results.

Captain Obvious rears his ugly head again lol. 

I've long said we must reconstruct bit by bit.  Study the enemy.  Make no mistake there are plenty of domestic ones.  The Bertha better than yous who are fashioning enslavement for our own good.  that last is soooo Alinsky.  Saul Alinsky.  Study this wart.  
“Lest we forget at least an over-the-shoulder acknowledgment to the very first radical: from all our legends, mythology, and history... the first radical known to man who rebelled against the establishment and did it so effectively that he at least won his own kingdom — Lucifer.
Some kingdom.  He was Creation's first psychopath.
Alinsky's work is calculating and can be devastating, unless you see how it works.  The trick is to counter it and be tireless.
He was inspiration to the occupier of the Oval Office. 
This whole business is just the most recent example of manipulation.
Watch the patterns.  Undo them.
The opposition is pushing to see how far they can go, who is who etc.
Show them.. 

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

O.N.E. By O.N.E.

The Organization for a New Eastside is what the abbreviation means.  I've spoken of it before, quite a while back.  It seems appropriate to bring it up in these tumultuous times.

It was essentially a group of people of people on the near eastside of Indianapolis who had had enough of the drugs and violence associated with it in their neighborhood.  The area encompasses a lot of folks who are below poverty level, many working class folks and a burgeoning collection of what we used to call yuppies or middle class to even some upper middle class types.  The various blocks have everything from run down to vacant houses, rentals (a constant source of trouble as they usually house the very druggers people wish to expunge), decent honest blue collar dwellings and gentrified old houses.  My ex's house is an interesting 200 year old place whose history I'll skip, though her family has owned it for many decades.

O.N.E. spotlighted drug houses, where either the stuff was made or more popularly, places where the product was stored, distributed and sometimes sold.  They also highlighted specific perpetrators who often had long rap sheets and just as often cruised through the revolving door of the jail and court system.

There were also 'drug house marches'.  Each Friday evening, O.N.E. members met and walked to a particular drug lair, replete with spotlights, loudspeakers and pics of perps.  This wasn't railroading.  These people and places were busy and violent.

My then wife and I became involved in what was a typical way.  Just south of us were two doubles, vacant and often rented to said drug dealers.  We chased out several bunches over a long period.  This included drug lab operations as well as the usual depot activity of sotring buying and selling.  To say the least, we were targeted by this criminal element.

I had several friends and associates on the Indianapolis Police Department, as well as Marion County Sheriff's Department.  I think I stretched some of those relationships pretty thin, but we lived in literally deadly times.  Crime in the area had risen steadily.

Due to our efforts and those of many others, crime started to decline in the 'hood'.  The drug business was taking a major hit.  When such business is threatened, there are repercussions. 

The story of what happened to many of us and how O.N.E. was compromised could be a book and movie.  Hmmmm. 

The story entails corruption of course.  Payoffs bribes threats all the trimmings of mid and higher level criminal activity came to play. 

IPD has been investigated by the FBI more than once over the years for corruption, particularly involving the drug trade.  Several of us were targeted by the crooked cops, the dealers and those who ran the operation, many of whom lived in the Geist Reservoir area among others.  That's not to mention the gang and cartel influence/involvement, which can be for another time.

All of this can be chalked up to what one would expect under the circumstances.  The disease has taken over the body.  When something is introduced to stop it, the disease treats the remedy like a malady itself.

Various 'remedies' were employed by the bad guys to rid themselves of us.  Bribery and intimidation played an all too common part.

Mike Evans, the 'community organizer' (heard that lately -s-?) was investigating addies and was accused of 'brandishing' a weapon.  He'd got to carrying a 38 snubbie as a result of the threats against us.  It was not true, but police arrested him.  In lockup and the jail, he was intimidated and threatened to the point of having to defend himself behind bars.  His case was drawn out for months with the results of plea bargaining and his leaving the state.  Efforts to contact him have been fruitless.  Mind you, this was several years ago.  But it's all fresh in my mind.

Others were jumped and beaten.  Cops called to the scene arrested the O.N.E. members for assault and resisting arrest!  Some fought the charges and beat the system in court interestingly enough.  Others caved and either backed off or compromised their efforts with a watered down organization. 

Success in court boiled down to the kind of lawyer they obtained.  A weak wishy washy guy failed, right after a strong confrontational one had won his case.  Two clients.  The first a son.  The second his parents.  Don't settle for anything with a shingle.  And be bloody sure they are above it all.

They tried a similar tack with another member.  He was assaulted on his porch!  The cops came yada yada.  What saved him was his Masonic tie.  I haven't taken a poll recently, but cops used to be heavily Masonic.  It ended there for him.

Oh, us?  My ex and I were in the bad guys' sights, literally.  A neighbor/moke accused me of pointing a gun at him vis avis Mike Evans' pickle.  It was a night during a drug house march, from which we opted out.

I came out on the porch and saw them near us this one night.  When this idiot actually pointed his finger and yelled,'Hey stop pointing that gun at me'.  Of course, I wasn't.  I said if he were going to accuse, go get some of the cops who always escorted the marches, to come to the house.  He did -s-.

They disarmed me and took me inside to question me.  In their fervor, they were leaving my pistol on the porch.  I insisted they bring it in, as the neighbors were thieves and drug dealers.  The designated retriever seemed to have trouble comprehending what one in the chamber meant.  I walked him through clearing it (Sheesh!).

After schooling these guys about the dubious activities of our folks next door, I insisted they call the County Sheriff, whom I knew.  Gave em the names of a couple of cops to boot. 

The result was the cops left, we remained unharmed and the neighbors moved within a few days.

I reasoned accurately the 6-8 cops (!) at my house would be a mixture of good and bad.  I was right.  The one twisted and turned, wanting so badly to run me in as they had done to my fellow O.N.E.ers.  I remained on the surface as poker faced as they.  I knew a lot of cops over the years.  Almost became one myself.  It helped that night.  And the gamble NOT to have a lawyer present was a calculated risk.  I don't ordinarily recommend it.  But, these were unusual times.

Not so unusual were the cops who, on the surface, applauded our efforts, while underneath, they resented us 'interferring' in what they considered the purview/territory exclusive to them.  Only ones hating O.N.E. -s-.  This was a motive as well as the downright corruption.  The martinets who wanted so badly to stop us carrying in self defense and stop our efforts because it was none of our business, according to them. 

Together with cops in the pocket of the drug cartels etc, they outnumbered the officers who actually appreciated us and realized it was a real partnership.  It wasn't hard, at least for me, to determine who was who.  It was part of the reason we survived, literally and figuratively.

Interestingly, this was NOT the end.  The disease continued.  O.N.E. was, for all intents and purposes, destroyed.  The bigwigs in police, gov and Geist etc breathed easier.  But we just did NOT quit.  I guarantee our being armed saved us numerous times.  And we, minor victory it was, got scum out of our neck of the woods.

Enough for now.

And you might ask what relevance this has for the current situation in these united States?

One by one.  Divide et impera.  Who, how, what to do.

Figure it out.