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Patriot’s Day 2013—April 15 Ennui in Boston—why I feel numb and no longer care (I hadn’t even notice four and a half months had already gone by again….)

Of course it’s a sad thing when anyone dies….. except, exactly why is it sad? Death is, after all, absolutely the only, the one single thing that all of we sons of Adam and daughters of Eve know for sure that we have in common.  Why should we be sad about that which is certain and inevitable?  Are we sad when the sunrises or sets?  

Nihil nisi bonum de Mortuis, wrote Marcus Tullius Cicero (without explaining how he felt about death after they posted his head on a spike in the Forum Romanun after Julius Caesar’s Assassination—it makes no sense to me why Mark Anthony and his allies wanted to killed Cicero—the great orator was basically critical of everybody….equal opportunity negative rhetoric was quite his specialty “Cicero was a real pompous ass” as top Newcomb Classics scholar Sarah Willard used to say back in my undergraduate days… To which my aunt Mildred replied, “what a marvelously astute young lady.”)  Cicero clearly was a pompous ass, but I wish we had just a few like him around these days….

To say that death comes too early to some—well, the miseries of old age don’t come to them at all.  Perhaps they are saved from betrayals by those they love, who instead of turning against them from greed or boredom will remember them fondly if they died young.  John F. Kennedy was simply not destined to become a grumpy old man.  Marilyn Monroe never had to worry about wrinkles or men not asking her out anymore…. Princess Diana never lost her saintly regal aura as she almost certainly would have had she actually settled down to live (in sin or otherwise) with Dodi Fayed.  An early death surely saves some people from fates much worse than death and thereby grants them imperishable fame.

But “terror” in the United States has become mind-numbingly tiresome and dull.  Thirty years ago, “domestic terror” basically didn’t exist—the occasional postal worker would “go postal” (= go berserk), riots would happen from time to time.

But every four months now, or so it seems, it’s time for another “tragedy” and we are expected dutifully either to ululate in public or at least go about wailing and gnashing our teeth in private.  July 2012—Batman in Aurora, December 2012—Newton School Children—April 2013—I can’t believe I hadn’t gotten the rhythm of it—every four and a half months we need a terroristic event, don’t we?  

I guess it keeps the blood circulating for some people, but not for me anymore.  It’s just a crashing bore: another chance for police to “boost security worldwide”, engage in “clamp down” in every city, and be extra-vigilant in their surveillance of the ignorant masses.  And talking of ignorant masses: did you hear that George W. Bush is now taking painting lessons in Dallas?

The newspapers from Paris-to-Portland talk of the tragedy, tragedy, tragedy, the pain and the tears—but who can cry for Argentina or America anymore?  I cannot.  I absolutely know that all these events are staged theatre and the use of real blood instead of ketchup or some other red tint on the sidewalks doesn’t make it any less theatrical—just a bit more primitive and sacrificial, perhaps, “Blood of the Lamb” and all that.  

I read with almost dull non-challance that the Boston Police had tweeted an announcement in the Boston Globe that there was going to be a “Bomb Explosion Exercise”, just as there was a North Atlantic Air Exercise on 9-11-01, just as there were tunnel exercises in London 0n 07-07-05.  Who cares?  

We who are awake and alert know that the government makes up the news as it goes along to suit its own purposes and those who have not realized or accepted this by now are free to cry for the runners of the Boston Marathon if they want to. 

In 1992, I thought that Ruby Ridge was a terrible tragedy—my wife was pregnant and my son was born so I was somewhat distracted that month, but I thought it was a terrible thing that the government had done.  And the conversations of just a couple of years ago with friends in Washington about how domestic terrorism was the next big threat now that the Cold War was over never entered my mind at that point.

I was likewise mesmerized in front of the TV at Judge Kenneth L. Ryskamp’s West Palm Beach chambers in April 1993 during the Mount Carmel/Branch Davidian Crisis as we all watched Waco waft up in smoke fanned by ATF flame-throwers.  Judge Ryskamp had been involved in the Miami legal scene for several decades and he had absolutely nothing good to say about then Attorney General Janet Reno…. but she was not prosecuted.  Only the “little people” who survived the government onslaught were ever accused of any wrongdoing, naturally.  Little people always get in the way, you know… of big projects.  Although what the big project was in Waco in April 1993, I’m still not sure.  Perhaps it was sowing the seeds of that much needed campaign of domestic terrorism which would reshape and sustain the government after the cold war….

Two years later, the explosion and collapse of the Federal Building in Oklahoma City was shocking.  I was attending a Rotary Meeting luncheon at the time and it was so utterly boring the news from straight up north on I-35 was almost a relief….much as I hate to say so.  Maybe that goes back to the whole “we need terrorist attacks to keep our blood circulating” concept noted above.

My mother, I guess, was perhaps wiser than I was, or at least more jaded.  Her question was: if they’re going to be anti-government terrorists, why couldn’t they do something useful, you know, like blow up the IRS?  It doesn’t help anything to blow up a Federal Building.  What happens in a Federal building anyhow?  (I hate to say it but I have only the vaguest notion myself…they apparently have child care facilities there is all that came to like after OKC).  I guess the answer to my mother’s question became fully apparent only after 9-11-01: real terrorists would take out real targets, but phony fake false-flag government terrorists only take out buildings that no one really cares about anyhow….

With a hey, ho, the wind and the rain for the rain it raineth every day…

In the summer of 1998, my son and I were on Holiday in Chicago.  We had a fantastic suite at the old Chicago Hilton on Michigan Avenue overlooking Grant Park and the Lake.  It was really one of the best suites I’ve ever had anywhere—tons of space for a five year old to run around and play in, and a three way view of Michigan Avenue North, East, and South.  So when the news of the bombings in Nairobi and Dar Es Salaam detained us in the room, and we had to explain to Charlie why we were glued to the tube….it was hard to explain to a little boy what it was all about.  It’s hard to explain to anyone what it’s all about, isn’t it?

September 11, 2001, was an epic day for me in many ways.  It started out with…well, some evidence of paranormal phenomena in my home and family life, progressed to a long drive listening to Lohengrin, and I only became aware of what was going on when I arrived at my destination at the Southwesternmost “Pinnacle” Campus of Austin Community College…. (The ACC Pinnacle Campus, 7748 Highway 290 West, Austin, Texas 78736, is one of eight campuses in the ACC District service area).  I was supposed to teach something about Political Anthropology and Cultural Evolution, but the television screens taught us all much more about those subjects.

I didn’t exactly know why but from the very moment it all started I could not think of anything except that Osama bin Laden was going to be the new Guy Fawkes…. this was all well over four years before V-for-Vendetta came out—it was originally scheduled to be released on Guy Fawkes’ Day in 2005, but it was delayed until the Spring of 2006 I think.  

By noon of 9-11-2001, I suppose my destiny as a “9-11 truther” was already fixed in stone—although I didn’t become aware of the movement or actively involved until 2003-2004.  But by noon of 9-11-2001, I knew I could see no aeroplane wreckage at the Pentagon.  NOT A SCRAP, and I knew it was quite simply physically impossible that an aeroplane actually hit the Pentagon, so what happened?  By that afternoon, when Building 7 came down—I was deeply puzzled but I didn’t know anything about controlled demolition…..so I couldn’t form the scenario in my head completely.  

By that evening I could tell that George W. Bush’s reelection campaign had already started.  I later found out my mother had come to exactly the same conclusion.  To paraphrase both Winston Churchill and Franklin Delano Roosevelt simultaneousely, the 43rd U.S. President George W. Bush had nothing to offer except Fear Itself, and nothing to fear except blood, toil, sweat, and tears….  And I suppose that’s why a couple of months later GWB went on television to tell everyone to go have a Merry Christmas and be “patriotic” by going out and doing lots of Christmas shopping.  I think my grandfather would have dropped dead, had he not died 21 years before that… he was always scandalized by America’s “crass materialism in time of war”, having been for a couple of years in charge of regional gas rationing and similar forms of organized, Patriotic, sacrifice during World War II, in which he heartily participated although he had not initially believed War was necessary—and his elder sister Marguerite was  an “active pacifist” associate of the anti-war Bund.

I guess the last time I was sad about any of these events was after the Madrid train bombing mostly because I had taken the exact same route and knew how beautiful the train route was and how completely unwarlike the Spanish people were, whatever their ancestors in the 1930s or 1450s-1590s might have been like.

So 7-7 in London was just “predictable” as were the bombings in Djakarta and I didn’t even bother to keep up, honestly.  2011 rolled around and I just commented to my friends, including William Rodriguez, a former janitor/custodians at the World Trade Center whom I had gotten to know through the Truther movement and from working with Philip J. Berg, “Well, Norway can expect to have it’s own Patriot Act within about 60-90 days, want to make a bet how long it will take?”  

Quite simply, it has become absolutely impossible to believe ANYTHING the government or mainstream media says.  “You got the CBS, and the ABC, you got Time and Newsweek, they’re the same to me—-PUZZLING EVIDENCE, PUZZLING EVIDENCE” to quote from the wild-eyed Texas Pastor in “True Stories” (David Byrne & the Talking Heads’ 1986 masterpiece, the clarity and depth of whose brilliance has only grown with time, even as the Texas Sesquicentennial of Special-Ness has receded into dim memory).

So, sorry folks: here are my great hopes about the possible results of the 15th of April in ’13:  (1) I hope that the commemorations of Paul Revere’s Ride on the 18th, and of the Battles of Lexington & Concord on April 19, will go ahead as normally scheduled, because THOSE were all very important events, (2) I hope that as a real result of the “tragedy” of the Boston Police Department’s Bomb Explosion Exercises which took place yesterday (whoever they decide to try to pin the blame on eventually—I wonder how much they have to pay to Patsies or their families these days???? I hope it’s a lot—I hope they pay in Gold and Silver in fact…), I do hope that as a real security measure, they will now forever BAN Urban Marathons.

Urban Marathons really have no purpose except to create traffic congestion and major driving problems for ordinary folks, whether it’s Boston or LA or you name it.  Healthy, safe MARATHONS could and should be run WAY OUT IN THE COUNTRY.  In rural agricultural areas or forests or on seaside roads snipers will have to hide behind trees or in cornfields or rocks and will be easily visible. Any potential attackers will be all the more visible and apparent because  very small (if any) crowds will ever assemble to watch, so that if bombs are set off, they may disturb the vegetation, but little else.  Now THIS (the abolition of Urban Marathons) would be a REAL security improvement AND a real advance in Urban life in America generally.

Here endeth my most severely curmudgenous meditations on this most solemn day.  To the victims of the Patriot’s Day Marathon “terrorist attack” in Boston, and their families, I’d say: “You got a lucky break—yesterday you were absolute nobodies, today you’re either the ‘honored dead’ or the ‘worthily wounded’ and you can count on a lifetime of government honors, support, and assistance—just like the victims of 9-11” (oh, uh, er, um, well, uh—maybe you’ll do better than they did, actually, I’ll give you a thumbs up on that one—the victims of 9-11 (see, e.g. the “Jersey Girls/Jersey Widows”) for the most part got screwed).

Go Suck a Lemon, Orly: Or whoever it is that keeps writing these Retarded Attacks on me in the Ripoff Reports!

(see Saturday afternoon 5:55 PM update below—this may go on for a while–)

I have no idea anymore what the real purpose of the Ripoff Report is—it obviously has nothing to do with Consumer Protection—I wonder whether Orly and Yosi Taitz have used their ill-gotten wealth and indirectly taken control or is Ripoff Report just too good to pass up for the purpose of content-free anonymous slander?  The latest appeared today at 12:13 High Noon…. when Orly or one of her flying monkeys just wrote on the Ripoff Report:

SUBMITTED: Saturday, October 13, 2012

AN INDICTMENT IS NOT A CONVICTION and I have never been convicted of FORGERY or BANK FRAUD or anything like that.Yes you took a plea rather than face your crimes!The reason why Marcelina Alvarado’s affidavit was in perfect English is that most people DO NOT write there own affidavits they tell there story and a lawyer or legal assistant writes it and they sign it. Even you where not this incompetent as a lawyer, rather than be a man and admit your crimes this is a pathetic attempt to manufacture a “conspiracy” against you.You get no mercy Mr Lincoln, everyone will know of your scams, you are merciless with your victims, you lie and steal until there is nothing left, or you have been exposed, then you file suite or lean their house! You are a disgusting human being inside and out!

(Whoever you are that’s writing all this crap: I love you, I forgive you, but I neither love nor forgive your spelling, grammar, and I think you’re pretty disgusting impersonation of a human being inside and out too—and I think you should be made to stay in time-out in the closet while all of the rest of the class has recess on the playground, OK?  TEACHER!!!!  Will you do what you can, Mrs. Cadwalader?  THIS PERSON’S WHO’S WRITING ALL THESE THINGS ABOUT ME IS A REALLY NASTY BULLY, CAN YOU CALL THE SPLC PLEASE TO PROTECT ME???????)

But to ORLY TAITZ, or whoever this is, I replied within two hours:

(1)  Even if it’s true that most people don’t write their own affidavits or declarations, which I’m not at all sure about, especially in initial reports to the police, it’s true that, to be real, a complaint has to be both signed and understood by the person who wrote it—Marcelina’s complaint against me, as described above, was NEVER signed nor any indication that she gave a statement in Spanish.

And of course, it was NOT Marcelina’s LAWYER or LEGAL assistant who prepared Marcelina’s complaint against her—it was Lieutenant REYES of the Lago Vista Police Department who summoned MY HOUSEKEEPER to the Police Station—and Marcelina NEVER signed that statement.  All the members of the Western District of Texas Admissions Committee who supposedly heard her speak said to me and my lawyer she was “a very credible witness” but since my lawyer and I never got a chance to see how credible (or otherwise) she might have been.  This is the way tyrants have brought false charges against people since the beginning of time, but it was outlawed in the English system after the unjust execution of Sir Walter Raleigh under King James I in

(2)  The Admissions Committee of the U.S. District Court for the Western District of Texas never allowed me (or my attorneys John F. Campbell and Mark Clemens) even to SEE Marcelina Alvarado testify, or provide any actual transcript of her “testimony, “much less allow me the right to cross-examine her—NO—they kept Marcelina and her husband Timoteo in separate rooms to make absolutely sure that they didn’t say anything on the record—except for the Judge-appointed committee’s summary of what they claimed she said.

(3)  Once I saw her from a distance going into one of the admissions committee hearings and Marcelina seemed to look sadly at me and mouth the words “perdoname Mr. Lincoln” (forgive me, Mr. Lincoln).

(4)  The one time anyone of them ever appeared in Court, MUCH later, Marcelina said nothing and Timoteo said only that he thought Marcelina’s story was true—but he had no personal knowlege of anything.

(5)  the Plea I took on the advice of Edwin G. (“Gerry”) Morris—a hero of the Waco Branch Davidian Defense among many others—was for a “strict liability” offense, and Gerry’s advice, and my wife Elena’s advice, was that they wanted me out of the Bar, and so long as I resigned and accepted the stain of a felony, nothing else would happen to me.

More or less this was true.  For all the secret “audiencias” and hearings that took place about Marcelina Alvarado, I didn’t plead guilty to ANYTHING even remotely relating to her allegations (four counts in the December 7 1999 indictment) about counterfeiting and bank fraud—any of which would have had me locked up for years—and Gerry assured me that if I had gone to trial on any of those counts, he would have obtained a Rule 29 Judgment of Acquittal—before anything would have gone to the jury.

But, at least as the Fifth Circuit Court of Appeals (of which Texas is a part) had then construed 42 USC 408(a)(7)(B) at that time, the Social Security count had no defense (required not even a scintilla of proof of intent or motive or gain) and Gerry said, and I remember his words I think pretty exactly, “they will do everything they can to poison the jury about you, and so, even if only that one count goes to the jury, even without the original document (which had been lost at Wells Fargo—ONLY fairly bad copies existed)—they COULD find you guilty and give you the maximum penalty on that one count”.

So I am not sure whether it is even right to say I plead guilty to a “crime”—because I neither admitted to nor was any “mens rea” proved.  So this is a warning, my friends and fellow Americans: believe it or not, misstating your social security number unintentionally and/or FOR NO REASON AT ALL is still a Felony in the US.  They do not have to proof that you either gained anything to which you were not entitled nor AVOIDED any debt you owed because ALL THE OTHER INFORMATION WAS COMPLETELY ACCURATE!).

So the simple truth is: I do not need Mercy—the people of the United States need the “Mercy” of genuine legal reform—by the abolition of judicial immunity, prosecutorial immunity, and secret trials and secret agreements fixed without juries or public oversight or insight of any kind.

The illegitimate-state-sponsored monopolies created by the licensure of attorneys and the resultant Judge-Appointed and Approved State Bar Associations create something like absolute power for judges and those attorneys who collaborate closely with them—but I never joined that club and they hated me.  In this modern context of monopoly, the Judges are Corrupt, the Prosecutors are Corrupt—they saw my civil rights litigation and my refusal to join any of the GOOD OLD BOYS clubs in Austin and Central Texas law as a totally viable threat to the status quo.

They saw me as a person who would upset the whole system by arguing against Police Departments, Qualified Immunity, and for the extension of the Civil Rights Laws to all people, even to Middle Class White People for whom those laws were clearly NOT designed.

But the irony is that back in 1997, I thought and considered NOTHING except that I was doing the right thing—I never imagined that filing suit against Police Brutality and abuse in my little soft-living Lakeside Community of Lago Vista, surrounded by golf courses, Lake Travis, and the Balcones National Wildlife Refuge would cause such a ruckus in the news or such a severe rupture in my life.

But ever since then, I have dedicated my life to reform—that was the real result of my indictment—they took a very socially mild conformist conservative and turned him into a radical agains the system—they forced me to see a lot of things I never dreamt I would see, that I never wanted to see, but that, now having seen them, I can never again ignore.

So in my life after my social and professional death at the hands of Judges Nowlin and Sparks, these are my mottos: “IN GOD I TRUST,” “SIC SEMPER TYRANNIS” and “DEO VINDICE.”

What exactly are YOUR mottos, Orly, or whoever keeps writing these stupid little Ripoff Reports?  I suppose EVERYONE KNOWS that former indictments cannot be used in civil cases to impeach a witness after ten years—but on the Ripoff Reports I guess the limit is a hundred or more?

AND AT 2:41 Orly (or whoever) “reported again” and I had to reply (again)—but now this is getting beyond stupid:

SUBMITTED: Saturday, October 13, 2012

How about the hundreds of thousands in sanctions you racked up?Lincoln was kind enough to post a picture of his scam partner Peyton Freiman, when Peyton shows up he will need 2 things a bath and your money! If you put your money in a pile and burn it you will get light and some warmth with is more than you will get from Lincoln and Freiman! Once the money stops get ready to be sued!!

My reply was:

Yes, I suppose I was overly ambitious to try and politically naive to think I might succeed in my attempt to have the Texas Family Code declared unconstitutional in both State and Federal Courts, and to abolish Judicial Immunity on grounds that it is totally unconstitutional, because it is.  I regard the sanctions issued against me by Texas District Judge James F. Clawson in the 395th Judicial District of Williamson County, when I was represented by Attorneys Francis Wayne Williams-Montenegro and Valorie Wells Davenport, and by U.S. District Judge Walter S. Smith of Branch Davidian infamy in Waco, to be the brightest of the red badges of courage I wear……

For the Record, Judge Walter S. Smith imposed $150,000.00 on me based on ridiculous hearsay allegations in a case wherein I was never a party or a witness and to hearings in which I was never even invited…..all because I had supported a friend, Daniel Louis Simon, of Liberty Hill, Texas….

PS: This is the second time you (Orly, Yosi—who never met Peyton) or whoever, you have complained about Peyton needing a bath.  You must be writing about a different Peyton from the one I know.  But WHOEVER you are, please SHUT UP and crawl into a hole and just disappear from the internet—you are now repeating yourself and this is really getting BORING!