It’s time to redirect our history

Let’s say that in your garage there was a trash can filled with greasy rags into which you’d carelessly thrown a cigarette, and it caught fire. Let’s further assume (because it’s exactly what happened), that you didn’t use the fire extinguisher that was already in your hand. Instead, you put that down and called 911.

OK, so you didn’t just watch the fire grow into a problem while you waited for the fire department to show up.

No, you called your whole family into the garage. They all put down the fire extinguishers that were in their hands so that they could cup their faces and wail as the fire started to spread out from the garage, and to the house.

The firemen arrived very quickly though. You were relieved when they handed you the questionnaire asking what items are most important to you.

You and your family chatted about family pictures, furniture and whatnot. There was some quibbling over whether to check off “family pets” because only your daughter liked the cat. And your son started a minor conflagration over his Legos.

But the firemen were very patient as you finally handed back the checklist and they set to work, efficiently and very bravely carrying out precious items (including that darned cat) as your garage, your house, your garden shed and both cars burned into char, rubble, slag and smoldering goo.

So there you are. You have a pile of stuff, and that’s good. But now you wonder if you really filled out that checklist correctly. You just remembered that old Auntie Ethel was in the spare bedroom. And what about all the cash in the mattress?

Those weren’t even on the check list!

And (something nagging the back of your mind)…isn’t there some other way this could have turned out?

You looked down your street. Both ways. You see that all your neighbors are also muttering over and kicking through their smoking wreckage and pile of stuff.

You all share a hearty laugh.

Oh well. C’est la vie.

But that’s not how I feel about this absurd situation at all. I was reminded of my frustrations when I got an email from my congressman that contained just such a checklist along with this message:

“Please take a moment to let me know which issues are of interest to you and indicate your willingness to receive updates from my office.”

What the H, my fellow Americans, are we doing?

Rome is burning. Your kids’ future is on fire. And you’re picking at little bits of 2nd Amendment here, taxes there…should we keep security and uncheck the liberty box?

Dammit, people, wake up.

There is only one problem worth discussing; and that is that your government is totally off the rails. It’s breaking laws left and right, and has been doing so, increasingly, for decades.

We’d have none of the biggest troubles of today if our politicians would obey their oaths of office and obey the constitutions, both state and federal, as written.

If they’d quit breaking the law – or, more appropriately, if we’d quit letting them get away with their lawbreaking, our taxes would be a tiny fraction of what they are now, we’d have better services, more jobs, opportunity, liberty, security, justice, health, education and welfare…and we’d have none of the mindless, foolish, deadly destructive and alwaysneverending wars that have sapped our national soul of its bravery, generosity and common sense.

Dammit, people, wake up!

You can put out the fire any time you want to. You can fix it all overnight, in a day…any time you choose. It’s not just up to you…this IS you.

Our government perfectly reflects We The People. It’d dissolve into nothing if we could behave like we should. It’s instead grown into a monster on the fuel of our ignorance, sloth, jealousy, fear and hatred.

Some of us have awakened. We intend to speak out on July 4.

Is there any better way to celebrate our founders’ sacrifices than to protest what we’ve done to their constitutions?

Wake up and join us on July 4, from 11am to 1pm for a parade around the Indianapolis Circle, a march to the Indiana Statehouse, and a rally in support of the constitutional rule of law that we want back.

Check here to follow details: https://www.facebook.com/events/278932375576252/?ref=22

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We need to know the rules

I think we should meet at 11:30-11:45am on the east steps of the Statehouse in Indianapolis to get ourselves composed and our story unified.  I don’t know how many want to speak, but let’s do our best to make it only a few, and make it brief.  It’s never good to give too much rope to the media when they get to determine who, or what, gets hanged.

Who: Citizens who want to know the rules

What: Asking the Governor to do his job, as written

When: July 4, 12:00 noon

Where: East steps of the Statehouse, Indianapolis, IN

We need to know the rules

Freedom, IN – The time is long past when we could fuss about “big government” versus “small government;” or about raising or lowering taxes. Even war versus peace, or freedom versus oppression are irrelevant abstractions right now.

We need to know the rules. We need to see them in print so we can judge infractions, or whether they’re even rules, as opposed to excuses. We need to know that our rules will be rules long enough to start a business, plan a retirement, or raise a family. We’ve lived for too long without this simple, foundational understanding on how we humans are to get along.

Ignorance of the law is no excuse? Nobody knows the laws that we’re supposed to live by! Nobody could. It’s debatable, in fact, whether we have any laws at all out of the billions of contradictory word-strings woven into the incomprehensible and corrupt tangle that our judges, lawyers, bureaucrats and other politicians call “laws.”

None of their words apply equally to all. None are enforced as written. All of us know that our tribal, crony lawlessness is corrupt, immoral and destructive to our society’s peace, prosperity and life. It is madness. And history shows that our lot will grow much worse if we don’t come to our senses very soon.

It is the heart of sanity to establish simple rules by which we can live. The most basic justice demands that these rules apply equally to all. It’s only reasonable that these laws must be knowable by all.

So this is what we’re asking for: rules that are few enough that everybody can know them; simple enough that everybody can understand them; and important enough that all of these rules must be obeyed equally by everybody all the time.  And we’re fine with the rules (the real rules) that are already written, already proven to work, and already the Law of the Land.

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Quit wasting your vote!

You know what?  Forget yesterday’s long-winded post.  It comes down to this:

If you plan to vote either Republican or Democrat in Indy’s 7th District Special Election, you’ve got some ‘splainin’ to do.

How in the world can you rationalize voting for the entrenched powers, when you have a perfectly good, reasonable, and perhaps unrepeatable chance to assert your power over them in an unmistakable, effective way?  How can you vote for the status quo as our ship of state is clearly sinking?  How in the world can you put your seal of approval to the corruption, abuse of power, crime and injustice caused directly by our intransigent, stubborn Big Party habit?

Don’t waste your vote on them again!  Don’t let those pointless parties spoil your chance to make real changes.

Kick the habit.  Show politicians who’s really in charge.  Don’t just rattle your cage…break your chains and put a leash on the fancy pants parties at last.

Vote for Sean Shepard.

Just do it.

Mr. Shepard Goes To Washington…not a minute too soon!

I am writing this from the charming northwest Georgia town of Rome, not far from the old clock tower on the hill, the historic graveyard, and the statue of Romulus and Remus gifted by Mussolini.  I’m in an old hotel with exposed timber framing and old bricks exposed in the walls.  Cold chills like I’ve never experience before have just gone up my spine.  Not because of my charming surroundings, mind you.  No, I got my chills from Big Brother who had his hand on his gun, and had taken an interest in me.

You see, I was looking out my second-floor window toward what appeared to be a minor law enforcement situation on the river bank perhaps fifty yards away.  The offensive citizen was already under police control when another policeman, with his hand still on his gun and no-doubt still pumping adrenaline, turned from the scene and started walking toward his car.  He looked up at my window, saw me, and stopped walking.

He looked at me looking at him with his hand on his gun, and I wondered, for just a moment, if I might just get shot right then and there.  I also wondered if that thought crossed the mind of the flak-jacketed officer. 

I’m not sure how long we looked at each other; probably only three seconds or so.  I thought about turning away, or rolling down the window blind, but didn’t do it. 

I suppose he wondered what I was looking at…and what I saw. 

Maybe even he wondered why in the world he had his hand on his gun.  I saw no violence at all; I’m guessing the arrest had something to do with drugs, and the new prisoner didn’t seem to resist arrest.  Why was the officer’s hand on his gun?  Habit?  Attitude?  It seemed to me completely inappropriate, and that was not a comforting thought.

The officer did eventually stand down and got into his car.  In retrospect, I’m quite sure it was nothing but a lapse that the officer had his hand on his gun, and I’m betting he was just as shocked as I was, and a whole lot more embarrassed.  I’m sure nothing sinister happened, and that my sense of foreboding was just the result of a tiring day and the fact that I’d rather have been at home on my farm with my family.  I’m almost sure of that.  Almost.

Please understand.  I have great respect for policemen in general, and even more respect for many individual policemen I have known.  They’ve got a hard job.  And it’s only getting harder as more policemen are hired every day, and as politicians put them into adversarial roles against citizens.

I got chills because, even with all my fighting for liberty over the last 15 years, this was the first time I really saw in a very concrete, non-abstract way, what’s coming for the US of A.

It really doesn’t matter if McCain is “liberal,” or whether there is a closet “conservative” in him just waiting to come out.  It doesn’t matter whether Hillary or Barack tell us that “change” is a white woman, or that it’s really a black man.

No matter who of these “leaders” wins, your taxes will go up, spending will go up, our young will be fighting and dying somewhere, our ponzi-scheme Medicare/Social Security will continue sliding into red ink while the dollar becomes third-world paper, and your employer will look hard at whether you’re needed anymore.  No matter who wins, you’ll work harder and harder for less and less while the government takes more and more.

Unless you change the way you vote.

There is really no question whether a white female fascist, or a black male fascist, is better than a white male fascist in restoring your rights as an American citizen under the U.S. Constitution.  They’re all the same under the skin, and none of them think you have any rights at all.  To each of them you are nothing but a tiny, replaceable part of the pedestal holding up their Great Golden Calf of State. 

…Unless you change the way you vote.The Land of the Free has the world’s highest percentage of citizens in prison.  The Home of the Brave has traded liberty for “security” while debt, foreclosure, bankruptcy, crime, murder, suicide and militarism notch up a little more every year.  Our nation will be ever-more about special deals for special people while ordinary folks find themselves ever-more under the ever-more watchful eye and ever-more itchy trigger-finger of Big Brother. 

…Unless you change the way you vote.

Of course there is always hope.  And in Indiana’s 7th Congressional District, there is an extraordinarily easy way to boost that hope into a full-blown Revolution.  …A peaceful revolution, but a revolution nonetheless.

All that’s required is that you change the way you vote. 

Whoever wins the Special Election will be a congressman for only about 9 months.  Out of that nine months, congress will be in recess more than in session.  Whoever wins will be an endangered freshman, and will have only one vote in 435.  Even if voters were to elect a goat, no real harm could be done before another election will be held for the seat this coming November.

Here’s the pitch:

If 7th District voters were to send the first Libertarian to Congress…my oh my…that would rock the Golden Calf! 

Imagine the shock and horror in the major party offices when suddenly some new guy from an ignored party breaches their wall and enters the halls of power?  Imagine the blow to their funding and power structure of corporate donors, lobbyists and smoky-room party bosses when an outsider gains a seat in Congress!  Imagine the shift in media coverage, estimation of election odds and opinions about the gullibility of voters should voters demonstrate that they really have had it up to here!

Now, I know Libertarian candidate Sean Shepard very well, and I know he actually is the best candidate in the field.  But assume for a moment that he’s no different from the others, and is really just some bloke from some party that should never get inside the Great Beltway.

Are you following me here?  Can you understand what his win would mean to The Powers That Be?  Can you imagine the look in the eye of every demorepublicrat leader, contributor and power broker in the nation should Sean Shepard become the Congressman from Indiana’s 7th District?

Wow.

Maybe you just have to have met the nation’s “leaders” to understand what I’m dreaming.  Perhaps you’d have to have run for office yourself to see just what sort and degree of power is concentrated into “the system” of lobbyists, power brokers, unions and other “special interest groups,” and what that does to policy.

But if you can even imagine the corruption that exists in DC, then imagine blowing a hole right through the middle of it for even 9 months. 

Just nine months.  Think about it.  Think about it hard.

I wish I weren’t traveling now.  I wish I were in Indiana to work night and day to do what I could to make it happen.

I want every politician…and every policeman to know that citizens really are in charge here, and that it’s the way things are supposed to be here.  I want everyone who’d call himself a “leader” to fear that we no longer want leaders…that we want servants, and we demand this now.

My oh my what a dream.  Please do what you can to make it happen.

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