One of the messages in this book is freedom; freedom is not the same as pluralism. Freedom is not equal to pluralism and the congruence is based on a cost or a price of liberty. Cost is a very difficult calibration process because a fair method should be available. The sociology of this calibration process is also difficult because it has the government focus acting on market forces. Most people have a cultural preference while others are genetically born predetermined of this. There are attempts to limit both using the political system or changing the natural order; sometimes those attempts take on incalculable measures not even imagined when created. Most people do not want to pay for the freedom of the left or pay to free the left because it would require giving up everything, even a self identity. You have to sell the identity of your own nation, that which determines its self identity. The question in this book is whether or not the left merely wishes to imprison others or do they only want to be great. There is not much to say both. The leftist movement is accused of dumping, dubbing, duping, numbing, dooming, clubbing, or call it what you will an economic evolution with secrets. Those illogical secrets act violently on the kindness of others and dupe their good intentions.
What is the process of imprisoning others or how do you become great when you cannot or are not permitted? Everybody wants to be great, why is the left so unique to say they only wanted to be great? It is one thing to win votes by downgrading a stock; it is another to upgrade it to win votes. If you downgrade your stock, the right will be up in arms. If you upgrade your stock, the left will be parading in the streets. In warfare, we call these human shields, it prevents attack. This is the process of valuing secrets above substances but is it hostage taking and defined as such by the authority? Why is the left so great they must incarcerate others and watch or take every single movement by stealing the existence of someone great or greater? Why is being great a process of devaluing greatness and either mimicking it or parading as a national treasure? Freedom is not the same as pluralism, they are not equal. On Sunday February 10, 2008 the people upstairs said, “We didn’t know who you were” after the chapter “Labor Disputes” was released for public viewing earlier in the day. The people who said it are witnesses to this because nobody heard them and how sneaky they are. They think we are doing it or the best soldiers on earth are behind it; that is why the behavior is appalling, sickening, or deplorable. This chapter will discuss what they said and this prelude to become a physical form. They are living on borrowed time and the spirit world is really upset. Their spirits are so weak they cannot seem to accomplish a normal existence or become a normal person of preference.
This book is also about the transformation which takes place inside the human organism. It is about the changes which are invisible or not seen; thus, not aware to the naked eye. The Cold War and the struggle between the left and the right left many people with a polluted life. It left the world in a state of hatred and warfare never seen before or for such a long permanence. This permanence and this endurance is the result of clandestine or surreptitious problems throughout history. How can a human being leave an impression of severe hatred on another human being which is immune or who had a nonexistent reality to this? How is the process of victim hood determined? How is persecution determined? How can anyone claim to be a force of unity? How can anyone claim to be born of peace or into peace? How can anyone find their self identity as the loving and sensitive human being which is preprogrammed in their existence? Something must have gone very wrong and some social experiment must have failed for everyone to be left so broken inside; how do you break the human spirit to point where it in a state of complete disrepair inside? Is it intentional or is it something else; now you have the permanent struggle between the left and the right. The only creatures walking this earth of power known to be affectionate to the left are the politicians; beyond them, things pretty much work by the rhythms of nature.
How can it be? How can you break a perfectionist construction, called the market, and fill it with such intense hatred it burns brighter than a star? How do you break everything a perfectionist owns or thinks about every waking moment? How do you or how does this process happen where a human being is filled with such intense hatred they are completely broken inside? Is it an intentional plan or some frustration of a creature who is not who they claim? Maybe this creature who is not what it claims is trying to take a physical form or take a physical form inside, thus the process of filling a human being up with pollution. Even the Native American Indians hated the left and their lies and this is very hard to believe. Are they advisors and assistants to human kind? Are they faithful servants and aides to the most powerful? Are they protectors and confidants who are here and present to fill these roles? How do you cope with a force of authority or existence who claims to be helpers, advisors, a guiding light, protectors, neighbors, and allies when they fill you with such intense hatred and prevent you from being a human being or a perfectionist? How did this happen or this transformation take hold of the history of the United States or the global world?
“This country is my country now and I intend to stay here and raise my people to fill it. We did not give our country to you, you stole it. You come here to tell lies. When you go home, take them with you." - Nez Pierce Chief Joseph -
This struggle for power, to take a formality and physical form, is a painful process. The political left is expecting a miracle in leadership who is going to save their sins or feed them to the promise land. Since nobody wants to volunteer for this leadership, the left is conscripting or manufacturing fantasy leaders. It is not a choice it is a struggle for survival. We see this in the numerous declines for candidates in the theological realm. They are beginning to recruit indigenous groups and natives for this struggle. Immigration has a large factor in this recruitment process of manufacturing. There must be an inconsistency present because the hatred for the left is so intense it makes the human creature completely broken. There is not way to be whole or have a self identity as a human being when this pollution fills the human organism yet the sensation is being persecuted. Is it purposeful or some manmade creation? If it is not manmade, then what is this pressure acting on this human creature, is it an outcome or some negative consequence which is not manmade? There is no way this can happen overnight or in a snap of the finger. There is no way to fill a human creature of perfection with such gross hatred they cease to be human beings or prevented from being who they are made to be. There is no way the left can be this powerful as they claim because even the Native people described this hatred as flooding their life with thievery and lies, that which acted against the laws of nature foulest.
When the left says, “We didn’t know who you were” do they mean “We didn’t know who you are now?” What is the difference or the mindset between who a person was and who they are now, a transformation? What if the blanks were filled with real bullets and the words “we” or “you” were switched around a little? We become children. You become the leader of the free world. We now, is back to just a regular normal person walking this earth. What is this transformation process which took place between we and you? Did something take place or did it not take place? We could be “the nation.” You could be replaced with “terrorists.” Do we suggest it now is aware and has stopped or is it saying there is sum explanation yet brought forward? This book is about what we are, doing or not doing, in order to be a human being and recovering from being inflated with such intense hatred, the ability to be a perfectionist is impossible. It is a process of thievery and an existence which has no value; even the American Indians hated this and they did not have any formal academic education. Maybe the market system just needed to give these people a little added push before things became much clearer; but it is clear the need to protect the land and the freedom of the nation before this happens or takes physical form more. How you contain the left is programmed into the indigenous people whose spirits are connected to the land. We didn’t know who you were the same as we never saw it coming. By saying we did more for this world than anybody else is measurable. By saying we did more for this nation then anyone else is self gratification when it has to end or is coming to an end. It is a dangerous path when this existence is populated by a species of thugs, they will krush the Gods.
The Confidence Man
Monday, Jul. 27, 1959
Time Magazine
Less than three years before, a badly shaken and bellicose Nikita Khrushchev had flown into Warsaw only to find that he had been outmaneuvered: the new boss of Poland—which had come so close to open rebellion against the Soviet Union —was none other than Wladyslaw Gomulka, an out-of-favor Communist whom Stalin had once arrested for refusing to castigate Tito. "Traitor!" Khrushchev bellowed at him during that all-night 1956 session in the Belvedere Palace. "If you don't obey, we will crush you!"
Last week, as Khrushchev alighted from his plane to begin a ten-day visit to celebrate the 15th anniversary of the founding of Poland's people's republic, he warmly bussed Gomulka on both cheeks. "Dear Comrade . . ." his airport speech began, and it ended with, "Long live the eternal, unbreakable Soviet-Polish friendship!" Gomulka was just as unctuous, praised Khrushchev as "the sincere friend of the Polish people," a "wise, distinguished man."
Talk, Talk. It was perhaps just coincidence that Khrushchev's trip came at a time when the Big Four foreign ministers were wrestling in Geneva, but nowhere better than in Poland could Khrushchev more cockily display his power. The electric hopes of 1956 had long since been buried in Poland, and though the Roman Catholic Church and the Polish farmer enjoy a degree of freedom unparalleled behind the Iron Curtain, faithful Communist Gomulka had led his nation's policies safely back into the arms of Moscow. Now Khrushchev was back, and everywhere party workers had crowds organized to cheer and applaud him. "I am an old man," said Nikita Khrushchev, 65, rambling on in lengthy speeches, "and when I am allowed to talk, I talk."
He was at his proletarian best. In the mining town of Katowice he proudly proclaimed: "I used to work as a miner myself." insisted that no smell was more "dear to my heart" than the smell of coal dust. He felt so confident, in fact, that at one point he dared to strike a particularly sensitive spot. "Your priests," he said, "promise you happiness in heaven. We will offer you happiness here on earth. Those black-robed beggars don't want to work for it." Only when he followed up by asking whether everyone was happy was he made aware of the deadly silence in the crowd.
It was in Sosnowiec. where an International (Communist) Mine Workers' Congress was in progress, that Khrushchev hit his stride. There he promised: "Never, never, never will we launch a war against any country anywhere at any time." (He did not promise never, never, never to stay in lands that want to get rid of the Russians.) He continued in his cocky way: "I have told the Americans: 'You have no intercontinental missiles. You have missiles that can send up oranges. We have missiles that can send up tons. Imagine the kind of bombs that could be contained in our missiles.' "
"Look, a Capitalist!" The West, he snorted, was insisting on free elections in the two Germanys, "but we point out that there are more people in West Germany and that therefore they would win." For Khrushchev, this seemed to settle the matter of free elections. It was this sort of logic that led him to his conclusion: eventually the capitalists will all end up in museums. "We will look at them as today we look at the remains of prehistoric monsters and say, 'Look, that was a capitalist!'" Recently, he added, he had been visited by Averell Harriman, who was defeated for the governorship of New York by a Rockefeller. "What is the difference to the workers," said Khrushchev, "between a Rockefeller and a Harriman?"
But his main target of the week—and one that was calculated to appeal to the Poles—was West Germany. In fact, Khrushchev got his only show of genuine enthusiasm on his Polish tour when he rolled through the haunted, once-devastated "Western territories," formerly German but now Polish, and enthusiastically sided with Polish claims. Said Khrushchev, as he set the theme in Katowice: "Adenauer seems to follow in the footsteps of Hitler, who is now decaying in the earth. I say to Adenauer: 'If you try to attack the Socialist countries, you won't be able to leave your own hole in the ground.' " Then up spoke Wladyslaw Gomulka, the perfect host: "Adenauer strives to win France for his policies. Our new friend President de Gaulle may be compared to a dog who barks loudly, but is nevertheless only a toothless dog."
Notice how the global leftist movement will never address those they can defeat; their attention is always directed towards those whom they will not. Whenever the military or the government topple rogue governments, fight communism, have a long Cold War, take a stand against aggression, or has some complaint against another political entity; the political left always shows up first or wants the job. Why or how this happens is not known but the mere concept of crisis magnetizes the left to mobilize or show up first. Whenever there is a new military system, a new military secret, or some planetary movement in the military world; the left always tries to show up before anyone else. So we know this and knew this already but why or how does it happen? Are they connected to the Gods and the spirits that watch over the self identity of the land or protect both the spiritual world and the people who live under their dominions? How could this be, we are in touch with them or trying to get in touch with them like a poltergeist. The left shows up and we do not know why they even show up or want the job; we do not want to talk to them or even see their face; why they waste their time is murder. They are fighting the Gods and the spirit world and we know the pain will be tremendous; do not discharge it on others.
So the left contacts the cyber and satellite warfare program, at a very early stage, and makes an almost gut wrenching attempt to say how they want the job or to represent America. Did we expect this, not really? Did we think it was the spirit world initially, yes? The left said they wanted the case and when they found out what the case was about, they said we cannot take a stand and only they could speak. Only the left can speak because the possibility of self incrimination was tremendous. Is this making any sense whatsoever or is it foul in playfulness?
If it does not make any sense, then why was the left trying to present their case as if they were natives or somehow the modern American Indians? Yes, the same people the American Indians described as thieves, liars, resentful, and greedy; are now acting and doing exactly like the native Americans, is it an imitation? We find out the left would not accept our case no matter how hard we tried and each effort to talk to their lawyers ended up in a run around or another name. After fifty or so names, you give up and begin to think they have their own set of laws. So we turn to the conservatives and the right and they tell us the left is irritating them and coming after them also.
Things are beginning to get bizarre because we are trying to contact the poltergeist of the spirit world, the left shows up wanting to represent the cyber and satellite warfare program, a siege envelops, and the right wing party tells us we are one; they are taking from us also. We asked the right if they put the left in some financial prison and they said they did not know what was going on and what was going on with us. Now the right wants the case and wants to represent us because they too are angry with the left. We are trying to tell them the spirit world has made contact and are communicating; their message is intrinsically and it is difficult to explain how they communicate; the message is received deep within the organism where it is difficult to repeat the same message. It is not felt or a feeling, some kind of vision or signal.
As odd as it may sound and as crazy as it gets, it is being received by nonbelievers who consider someone has spiked their drink with lysergic acid (LSD). We want to know who the left is talking to or trying to communicate with. This is scientifically measurable because protons are released as energy when they are lined up in direct unison to produce a higher reasonance. We know they are not in contact with the spirit world because they ignore their message and the weird clues which we know no human being could possibly engineer. We know the spirit world is angry with the left and is making it very clear; regardless they ignore the spirit world who we want to contact. We think they are trying to harm them or unleash some kind of chaos on the spirit world by imitating them. It is Erie; there is no possible way to be in the exact space, at the exact time, and with the exact control over every single event. They are standing on the summit of this world at this time or at least trying to pull it off. We do not know how much more clairvoyance is needed, it feels like a trick and it feels like a losing excuse getting stronger and stronger; more defiant and artificial. They never communicate in dreams or while an individual is sleeping and they do not try to scare you, they only stand there. When you look at them, they disappear. You know when they are there or when more people are in the room then you think. It sounds clinically illogical and a figment of the hallucination; they do not try to scare us or injure us. We just learn to live with it or ignore it, but it is there. You know and you will feel instinctually when a presence is trying to harm you, is phony, or intentionally trying to upset you. If the spirits were threatening, we would kill it or it would kill us first. This is an attack on a reverse of perfection or the reversal of the perfect disciple of the spiritual order, perfectly reversed or rearranged to a lesser reality in a perfect attack.
Zednik stable after carotid artery severed in Panthers-Sabres game
ESPN.com news services
Updated: February 11, 2008, 1:05 PM ET
Zednik Cut by Skate in Panthers Loss
BUFFALO, N.Y. -- Florida Panthers forward Richard Zednik required lifesaving surgery after severing his carotid artery, his agent told The Associated Press on Monday. The player's agent also said that Zednik is recovering at a Buffalo hospital. Zednick lost a drastic amount of blood Sunday during the game against the Sabres. He accidentally was sliced across the right side of the throat by teammate Olli Jokinen's skate. Agent David Schatia didn't have more details because he had just arrived from an overseas trip. "The surgery was successful and he's resting comfortably in the hospital," Panthers spokesman Brian Goldman said.
Canada's Sportsnet cable-TV network reported on its Web site that the skate blade just missed cutting the jugular vein. Blood gushed from Zednik's neck after he was hurt midway through the third period of Buffalo's 5-3 victory, creating a frightening moment that delayed the game for about 15 minutes. There was also a brief discussion about postponing the game altogether.
Zednik was behind the play and skating into the right corner of the Sabres' zone, when Jokinen was upended by Sabres forward Clarke MacArthur. Jokinen fell head-first to the ice, and his right leg flew up and struck Zednik directly on the side of the neck. Clutching his neck, Zednik raced to the Florida bench, leaving a long trail of blood. When he arrived, he nearly fell into the arms of a team trainer, who quickly applied a towel to the cut. Zednik was then helped off the ice by the trainer and teammate Jassen Cullimore, and escorted to the Panthers' dressing room.
"We shouldn't have finished the game," Jokinen said. "I saw the replay, that it was my skate that hit him in the throat. I think we were all in shock. I've never seen anything like that. There are bigger things than [finishing the game]. It was terrifying.
Buffalo defenseman Jaroslav Spacek skates past a trail of blood left when Florida's Richard Zednik hurried off the ice Sunday in Buffalo, N.Y. "I didn't think anyone on our team was thinking hockey out there after an injury like that. If it was my call, I would have gone to the hospital with him." Panthers spokesman Justin Copertino said Zednik was transported by ambulance to Buffalo General Hospital. Copertino said the team was making arrangements to have Zednik's wife, Jessica, fly from South Florida to Buffalo by a charter flight Sunday night. The team was scheduled to return to Miami, but assistant general manager Randy Sexton and assistant trainer Dave Zenobi planned to stay behind with Zednik, Copertino said.
Zednik's injury left players and coaches on both benches stunned, and a silent hush fell over the crowd at HSBC Arena. NHL vice president Colin Campbell consulted with Sabres general manager Darcy Regier and referee Bill McCreary in a tunnel after Zednik was loaded into an ambulance. Campbell, who was not available for comment, attended the game in part because his son, Gregory, plays for the Panthers. In a statement, the NHL said that Campbell talked to Commissioner Gary Bettman and decided to continue the game after knowing that Zednik was stable, that trainers had stopped the bleeding, and that the teams were willing to go on.
The league said: "The thoughts and prayers of the NHL family are with Richard Zednik, his loved ones, his teammates and the Florida Panthers organization." "I can fully understand if they wanted to cancel the whole game," Sabres coach Lindy Ruff said. "It was pretty solemn. There wasn't a lot being said [on the bench]. There was just more concern for Richard than anything else.
Difficult Call
Deciding whether or not to continue to play after Richard Zednik's gruesome injury certainly wasn't easy. ESPN.com's E.J. Hradek delves into the discussion and writes that the little bit of precedent might not apply.
Blog Insider
"When you see something like that, it isn't about playing anymore. But I said, 'We're going to finish the game and it's going to be what it's going to be.'" As crews scraped the blood from the ice and the surface was cleaned by Zambonis during the extended delay, the public address announcer said: "Richard Zednik is in stable condition and on his way to a Buffalo hospital." The crowd stood in applause during the announcement.
Several Florida players were shaken after seeing the gruesome injury. "It's something you never want to see," Panthers center Stephen Weiss told The Miami Herald. "It's the worst thing I've ever seen in hockey. The worst went through my mind ... Just his face [when he was] coming off [the ice], was just, you know, something you don't want to see. I don't know how to explain it, but it was a scary look. He looked very scared."
Florida goalie Tomas Vokoun described the situation off the ice. "I walked in and saw him on the stretcher," Vokoun told The Herald. "I was very concerned when he came off. He was obviously very scared. He was conscious, I guess, that's what the trainer said. His eyes were closed, but he was moving and moaning."
Zednik's injury was eerily reminiscent of an injury sustained by Sabres goaltender Clint Malarchuk about 19 years ago at Buffalo's Memorial Auditorium. On March 22, 1989, Malarchuk severed his jugular vein when St. Louis Blues forward Steve Tuttle was upended while skating toward the crease, slicing Malarchuk with a skate. "I was back here watching, and I knew what it was right away," Sabres longtime equipment manager Rip Simonick told The Buffalo News. "Just like that night."
Malarchuk required over 300 stitches but spent only one night in the hospital, returning to practice after four days. On April 2, he played the final five minutes in the season finale, less than two weeks after his injury. Panthers defenseman Steve Montador recalled seeing Zednik in a state of shock as he got to the bench. "He looked pale, he was obviously standing and to a degree, coherent. But he didn't look as focused as you or I right now. He was staring at nothing," Montador said. "That's a pretty brave guy to realize what's going on: Grab your neck and get off the ice." Zednik has 15 goals and 11 assists this season.
It was the second serious injury caused by a skate this weekend. On Saturday, NHL linesman Pat Dapuzzo needed dozens of stitches to close a cut on his face after he was hit by the skate of Philadelphia Flyers forward Steve Downie in a game against the New York Rangers. Dapuzzo, scheduled to retire at the end of the season, didn't return after the second-period injury.
The Associated Press contributed to this report.
There is no real documentation whether or not illogical secrets existed at the time of Lewis and Clark; or was there some other force in observance which was building up force. The future is built up history and we know there have been maybe struggles to understand it with fairness and respect. We do not scrutinize the observations of the following American Indian Chief; however, knowing what we know now, we can learn to trust and learn to walk on the same reality. We know illogical secrets are being kept and we know who is keeping them or using them to dupe others.
Chief Joseph Speaks
Selected Statements and Speeches
by the Nez Percé Chief
I.
The first white men of your people who came to our country were named Lewis and Clark. They brought many things which our people had never seen. They talked straight and our people gave them a great feast as proof that their hearts were friendly. They made presents to our chiefs and our people made presents to them. We had a great many horses of which we gave them what they needed, and they gave us guns and tobacco in return. All the Nez Perce made friends with Lewis and Clark and agreed to let them pass through their country and never to make war on white men. This promise the Nez Perce have never broken.
II.
For a short time we lived quietly. But this could not last. White men had found gold in the mountains around the land of the Winding Water. They stole a great many horses from us and we could not get them back because we were Indians. The white men told lies for each other. They drove off a great many of our cattle. Some white men branded our young cattle so they could claim them. We had no friends who would plead our cause before the law councils. It seemed to me that some of the white men in Wallowa were doing these things on purpose to get up a war. They knew we were not stong enough to fight them. I labored hard to avoid trouble and bloodshed. We gave up some of our country to the white men, thinking that then we could have peace. We were mistaken. The white men would not let us alone. We could have avenged our wrongs many times, but we did not. Whenever the Government has asked for help against other Indians we have never refused. When the white men were few and we were strong we could have killed them off, but the Nez Perce wishes to live at peace.
On account of the treaty made by the other bands of the Nez Perce the white man claimed my lands. We were troubled with white men crowding over the line. Some of them were good men, and we lived on peaceful terms with them, but they were not all good. Nearly every year the agent came over from Lapwai and ordered us to the reservation. We always replied that we were satisfied to live in Wallowa. We were careful to refuse the presents or annuities which he offered.
Through all the years since the white man came to Wallowa we have been threatened and taunted by them and the treaty Nez Perce. They have given us no rest. We have had a few good friends among the white men, and they have always advised my people to bear these taunts without fighting. Our young men are quick tempered and I have had great trouble in keeping them from doing rash things. I have carried a heavy load on my back ever since I was a boy. I learned then that we were but few while the white men were many, and that we could not hold our own with them. We were like deer. They were like grizzly bears. We had a small country. Their country was large. We were contented to let things remain as the Great Spirit Chief made them. They were not; and would change the mountains and rivers if they did not suit them.
III.
[At his surrender in the Bear Paw Mountains, 1877]
Tell General Howard that I know his heart. What he told me before I have in my heart. I am tired of fighting. Our chiefs are killed. Looking Glass is dead, Tu-hul-hil-sote is dead. the old men are all dead. It is the young men who now say yes or no. He who led the young men [Joseph's brother Alikut] is dead. It is cold and we have no blankets. The little children are freezing to death. My people -- some of them have run away to the hills and have no blankets and no food. No one knows where they are -- perhaps freezing to death. I want to have time to look for my children and see how many of them I can find. Maybe I shall find them among the dead. Hear me, my chiefs, my heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands I will fight no more against the white man.
IV.
[On a visit to Washington, D.C., 1879]
At last I was granted permission to come to Washington and bring my friend Yellow Bull and our interpreter with me. I am glad I came. I have shaken hands with a good many friends, but there are some things I want to know which no one seems able to explain. I cannot understand how the Government sends a man out to fight us, as it did General Miles, and then breaks his word. Such a government has something wrong about it. I cannot understand why so many chiefs are allowed to talk so many different ways, and promise so many different things. I have seen the Great Father Chief [President Hayes]; the Next Great Chief [Secretary of the Interior]; the Commissioner Chief; the Law Chief; and many other law chiefs [Congressmen] and they all say they are my friends, and that I shall have justice, but while all their mouths talk right I do not understand why nothing is done for my people. I have heard talk and talk but nothing is done. Good words do not last long unless they amount to something. Words do not pay for my dead people. They do not pay for my country now overrun by white men. They do not protect my father's grave. They do not pay for my horses and cattle. Good words do not give me back my children. Good words will not make good the promise of your war chief, General Miles. Good words will not give my people a home where they can live in peace and take care of themselves. I am tired of talk that comes to nothing. It makes my heart sick when I remember all the good words and all the broken promises. There has been too much talking by men who had no right to talk. Too many misinterpretations have been made; too many misunderstandings have come up between the white men and the Indians. If the white man wants to live in peace with the Indian he can live in peace. There need be no trouble. Treat all men alike. Give them the same laws. Give them all an even chance to live and grow. All men were made by the same Great Spirit Chief. They are all brothers. The earth is the mother of all people, and all people should have equal rights upon it. You might as well expect all rivers to run backward as that any man who was born a free man should be contented penned up and denied liberty to go where he pleases. If you tie a horse to a stake, do you expect he will grow fat? If you pen an Indian up on a small spot of earth and compel him to stay there, he will not be contented nor will he grow and prosper. I have asked some of the Great White Chiefs where they get their authority to say to the Indian that he shall stay in one place, while he sees white men going where they please. They cannot tell me.
I only ask of the Government to be treated as all other men are treated. If I cannot go to my own home, let me have a home in a country where my people will not die so fast. I would like to go to Bitter Root Valley. There my people would be happy; where they are now they are dying. Three have died since I left my camp to come to Washington.
When I think of our condition, my heart is heavy. I see men of my own race treated as outlaws and driven from country to country, or shot down like animals.
I know that my race must change. We cannot hold our own with the white men as we are. We only ask an even chance to live as other men live. We ask to be recognized as men. We ask that the same law shall work alike on all men. If an Indian breaks the law, punish him by the law. If a white man breaks the law, punish him also.
Let me be a free man, free to travel, free to stop, free to work, free to trade where I choose, free to choose my own teachers, free to follow the religion of my fathers, free to talk, think and act for myself -- and I will obey every law or submit to the penalty.
Whenever the white man treats the Indian as they treat each other then we shall have no more wars. We shall be all alike -- brothers of one father and mother, with one sky above us and one country around us and one government for all. Then the Great Spirit Chief who rules above will smile upon this land and send rain to wash out the bloody spots made by brothers' hands upon the face of the earth. For this time the Indian race is waiting and praying. I hope no more groans of wounded men and women will ever go to the ear of the Great Spirit Chief above, and that all people may be one people.
Hin-mah-too-yah-lat-kekht has spoken for his people.
[TEXT: Chester Anders Fee, Chief Joseph: The Biography of a Great Indian, Wilson-Erickson, 1936 ]
Many historians attribute the middle 1800s as the darkest period of American history and also led to the impeachment of one President, Andrew Jackson. This middle period of the 1800s was a time of tremendous growth and expansion. The coast to coast vision, known as Manifest Destiny led to the production of the railroad and new discoveries of gold and rich minerals in the territories west of the Missouri. The invention of the steam engine, the repeating rifle, and land grants led to massive rates of immigration west. Naturally, this westward expansion began to interfere with what is called Indian Hunting ground or sacred lands. These territory disputes arose out of a frustration with the government and eventually led to attacks on new settlements or settlers in the northwestern territories. At most, these territory disputes were an effort to make suitable European immigration and most of all the gold rushes. Word of gold spread like wildfire but like all boomtowns never last. Whether these conflicts were wasted expenditure to blacken history is not certain but the legacy of the treatment of the American Indians in the western territories cannot be ignored as having a tremendous impact on the conscious of the American public. Word does spread like wildfire and so does criticism. Rightly or wrongly, European and other settlement in North America were inevitable and attack was or conflict was imminent. The frustrations of the American Civil War will transgress into another conflict during this dark period of United States history with the Native American Indians.
Dakota War of 1862 and its aftermath
For more details on this topic, see Dakota War of 1862.
As a result of treaty violations by the United States during the late 1850s and early 1860s, eastern bands of the Dakota (one of the three major divisions of the Sioux, along with the Lakota and Nakota) became increasingly agitated with both white settlers and traders alike. On August 17, 1862, a skirmish between Dakota hunters and white settlers resulted in a Dakota war council decision to attack white settlements throughout southern Minnesota. However, by late 1862, the Dakota were forced to surrender and were expelled from Minnesota.
Although the Lakota largely were unaffected by the war, some Dakota refugees (some of whom had refused to surrender to United States forces) from Minnesota moved into Lakota territory along the Missouri River, and Minnesota regiments pursued them. In 1863, Hunkpapa warriors joined with Dakota refugee warriors to fight against the military. However, Col. Henry Sibley defeated them at the Battle of Dead Buffalo Lake on July 26, 1863 and at the Battle of Stony Lake on July 28, 1863. [16] Sitting Bull likely participated in both of these battles, and also possibly took part among other Hunkpapa warriors in the Battle of Whitestone Hill on September 3, 1863.[17] As in the previous battles, the Army prevailed, killing about 100 Sioux and capturing about 160.[18][19]
The Hunkpapa retreated after this defeat, though the Lakota were aware of the military's intentions to continue the fighting. In June 1864, Gen. Alfred Sully led American forces out from Fort Sully (a few miles south of Fort Pierre, South Dakota). To counter their advance up the Cannonball River, several bands of the Lakota and Dakota Sioux had assembled in camp at the foot of the Killdeer mountains. Among these several thousand warriors were both Sitting Bull and his elder nephew White Bull, who was preparing to fight in his first battle.[20]
At the Battle of Killdeer Mountain, which took place July 28, 1864, the Sioux attacked Sully's assembled forces, but were defeated overwhelmingly by the soldiers' combined artillery and rifles. Sitting Bull's uncle, Four Horns, was wounded though survived, and the Sioux retreated. However, they attacked Sully's forces again from August 7 to August 9, 1864, and were defeated again. Sitting Bull made efforts to persuade the Sioux forces to withdraw, and as a result of his pleas and Sully's second victory, the Sioux pulled back from attacking Sully's column as it continued through the Badlands.[21] The several bands broke up after Kildeer Mountain, and Sitting Bull and a group of Hunkpapas moved southeast.
On September 2, 1864, Sitting Bull and the Hunkpapas attacked a wagon train of emigrants led by Capt. James L. Fisk that was travelling through Sioux lands.[22] Sitting Bull again was wounded, this time through the hip and back. The emigrants forted up and a standoff ensued until the Sioux eventually gave up and retreated to track buffalo. The fighting from 1863 to 1864 caused Sitting Bull to harden his views about the presence of whites in Sioux lands, and he assumed a sense of uncompromising militancy against whites that would characterize him for the rest of his life. [23]
Red Cloud's War
Sitting Bull led numerous war parties against Fort Berthold, Fort Stevenson, and Fort Buford and their environs from 1865 through 1868.[24] Although Red Cloud was a leader of the Oglala Sioux, his leadership and attacks against forts in the Powder River Country were accompanied by Sitting Bull's guerrilla attacks on emigrant parties and smaller forts throughout the upper Missouri River region.
By early 1868, the U.S. government desired a peaceful settlement to Red Cloud's War, and agreed to Red Cloud's demands that Forts Phil Kearny and C.F. Smith be abandoned. Chief Gall of the Hunkpapas (among other representatives of the Hunkpapas, Blackfeet, and Yankton Sioux) signed a form of the Treaty of Fort Laramie on July 2, 1868 at Fort Rice (near Bismarck, North Dakota).[25] However, Sitting Bull did not agree to the treaty and continued his hit-and-run attacks on forts in the upper Missouri area throughout the late 1860s and early 1870s.[26]
Sketch of Sitting Bull which appeared in the December 8, 1877 issue of Harper's Weekly
Sketch of Sitting Bull which appeared in the December 8, 1877 issue of Harper's Weekly
Black Hills War
For more details on this topic, see Black Hills War.
Sitting Bull's band of the Hunkpapas continued to make attacks on emigrant parties and forts in the late 1860s, but in 1871, the Northern Pacific Railway conducted a survey for a route across the northern plains directly through Hunkpapa lands.[27] The 1871 survey encountered stiff Sioux resistance, and in 1872, the surveyors were accompanied by federal troops. This survey party also was resisted by Sitting Bull and the Hunkpapa, and was forced to turn back.[28] In 1873, the military accompaniment for the surveyors was considerably larger, but Sitting Bull's forces resisted this survey "most vigorously."[29]
However, the Panic of 1873 forced the backers (such as Jay Cooke) of the Northern Pacific Railway's into bankruptcy. This halted the construction of the railroad through Sioux territory, but also encouraged interest in the possibility of gold mining in the Black Hills. A military expedition led by Lt. Col. George Armstrong Custer in 1874 left from Fort Abraham Lincoln, near Bismarck, to explore the Black Hills for gold and to determine a suitable location for a military fort in the Hills.[30] Custer's announcement of gold in the Black Hills triggered the Black Hills Gold Rush and increased tensions between the Sioux and whites seeking to move into the Black Hills.[31]
Although Sitting Bull did not attack Custer's expedition in 1874, the government was increasingly pressured to open the Black Hills to mining and settlement based on reports of Sioux depredations (encouraged by Sitting Bull). In November 1875, the government accordingly ordered all Sioux bands outside the Great Sioux Reservation to move onto the reservation, with the knowledge that these bands would not comply. These bands living off the reservation were certified by the Interior Department as hostile on February 1, 1876.[32] This certification allowed the military to pursue the Sioux and Sitting Bull.
Little Bighorn battlefield
Little Bighorn battlefield
Battle of Little Bighorn
For more details on this topic, see Battle of the Little Bighorn.
Lt. Col. George Armstrong Custer, a decorated Union veteran of the Civil War, was an ambitious military officer with presidential hopes in the early 1870s. His Civil War exploits and his presence at Lee's surrender at Appomattox had made Custer a household name by the time he began his career fighting the Sioux. He was well-known among Native Americans and his fame among whites grew ever-larger as the result of a series of controversial battles and early dawn attacks against Native American camps.
Sitting Bull's influence was growing larger as a result of his militant stance against white intrusions on Sioux lands. By the mid-1870s, Sitting Bull had garnered great respect even among other bands of the Sioux, while his guidance also impacted the Northern Cheyenne and the Northern Arapahoe’s. [33]
On June 25, 1876, Custer’s 7th Cavalry advance party of General Alfred Howe Terry’s column attacked Indian tribes at their camp on the Little Big Horn River expecting a similar victory. The U.S. army did not realize that before the battle began, more than 3,000 Native Americans had left their reservations to follow Sitting Bull. The attacking Sioux, inspired by a vision of Sitting Bull’s, in which he saw U.S. soldiers being killed as they entered the tribe’s camp, fought back. Custer's badly outnumbered troops lost ground quickly and were forced to retreat, as they began to realize the true numbers of the Native American force. The tribes then led a counter-attack against the soldiers on a nearby ridge, ultimately annihilating the soldiers.
The Native Americans' celebrations were short-lived, however, as public outrage at Custer's death and defeat and the heightened awareness of the remaining Sioux brought thousands more soldiers to the area. Over the next year, the new American military forces pursued the Lakota, forcing many of the Indians to surrender. Sitting Bull refused to surrender and in May 1877 led his band across the border into Saskatchewan, Canada where he remained in exile for many years near Wood Mountain, refusing a pardon and the chance to return.[34]
Sitting Bull in Pierre, South Dakota on his way to Standing Rock Agency from Fort Randall
Sitting Bull in Pierre, South Dakota on his way to Standing Rock Agency from Fort Randall
Surrender
Hunger and cold eventually forced Sitting Bull, his family, and nearly 200 other Sioux in his band to return to the United States and surrender on July 19, 1881. Sitting Bull had his young son Crow Foot surrender his rifle to the commanding officer of Fort Buford, and he told the soldiers he wished to regard them and the white race as friends. Two weeks later, Sitting Bull and his band were transferred to Fort Yates, the military post located adjacent to the Standing Rock Agency.
Arriving with 185 people, his band was kept separate from the other Hunkpapa gathered at the agency. Army officials remained concerned that the famed Hunkpapa chief would use his influence to stir up trouble among the recently surrendered northern bands. Consequently, the military decided to transfer him and his band to Fort Randall to be held as prisoners of war. Again loaded on a steamboat, Sitting Bull's band, now totaling 172 people, were sent downriver to Fort Randall where they spent the next 20 months. He was finally allowed to return to the Standing Rock Agency with his band in May 1883.
Wild West Show participation
In 1885, Sitting Bull was allowed to leave the reservation to join Buffalo Bill Cody’s Wild West show. He earned about $50 a week for riding once around the arena, where he was a popular attraction. Although it is rumored that he often cursed his audiences in his native tongue during the show, some historians argue that he did not,[35] and there have been reports that Sitting Bull in fact gave speeches relaying his desire for education for the young and the normalization of relations between the Sioux and whites.[36] Sitting Bull also was reported to have cursed his audience during an opening address celebrating the completion of the Northern Pacific Railway in 1884.[37]
Sitting Bull only stayed with the show for four months before returning home. However, during that time, he had become somewhat of a celebrity and a romanticized freedom fighter. He earned a small fortune by charging for his autograph and picture, although he often gave away his money to the homeless and beggars.[38] During this time, Sitting Bull realized that his enemies were not limited to the small military and settler communities he had encountered in his homelands, but in fact they were numerous and possessed technological advancements.[citation needed] He also realized that the Sioux would be overwhelmed if they continued to fight.[citation needed]
Arrest and Death
Initially, Sitting Bull did not resist the arrest; however, some of his followers fought to prevent it, fearing that the army meant to kill him. As Sitting Bull exited his cabin, about 150 of these followers had assembled.[39] One of Sitting Bull's followers, Catch-the-Bear, fired a shot at one of the police officers standing next to Sitting Bull, Lt. Bull Head, who then shot Sitting Bull in the side. Another police officer, Sgt. Red Tomahawk, then shot Sitting Bull in the head, killing him. Shortly after, Catch-the-Bear was killed by another Indian police officer.[40] In the end, six police officers were killed, and one other wounded, while seven of Sitting Bull's followers were killed in the fighting, including his 17-year-old son Crow Foot. [41][42]
Sitting Bull's body was taken by the Indian police to Fort Yates, North Dakota, and buried outside the military cemetery there. His surviving wives, Four Robes and Seen-By-Her-Nation, and their children moved to the community of Red Shirt Table in the Badlands of South Dakota after being detained at Fort Yates. Some Lakota claim that his remains were transported on the night of April 8, 1953 to an open field near Mobridge, South Dakota, and a granite shaft and a bust by sculptor Korczak Ziółkowski mark the location.[43] However, the actual location of Sitting Bull's body was and still is disputed.[44][45]
Legacy
Following his death, his cabin on the Grand River was taken to Chicago to become part of the 1893 Columbian Exhibition. The cabin was exhibited along with Native American dances and a sign that said "War Dance Given Daily."[46] Later, Sitting Bull became the subject of or a character in several Hollywood motion pictures, such as Sitting Bull: The Hostile Sioux Indian Chief (1914), Sitting Bull at the Spirit Lake Massacre (1927), Sitting Bull (1954), Buffalo Bill and the Indians or Sitting Bull's History Lesson (1976), and Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee (2007).
As time passed, Sitting Bull's legacy became a product of the public's lasting perception of him as an archetype of Native American resistance movements. Legoland Billund, the first Legoland Park, contains a Lego sculpture of Sitting Bull, which is the largest sculpture in the park. On September 14, 1989, the United States Postal Service released a postage stamp featuring a likeness of Sitting Bull with a denomination of 28¢.[47] On March 6, 1996, the Standing Rock Sioux tribal council voted to rename Standing Rock College (formerly Standing Rock Community College) as Sitting Bull College in honor of Sitting Bull.
When the timeline of American or global history is viewed form a distance, there is no shortage of conflict. During the middle 1700s there is an outbreak of wars on the North American continent with European powers. During the middle 1800s there is another outbreak of wars on the North American continent. During the middle 1900s there is another outbreak of wars on the North American continent and a spillover of the European ones. Is it fair or unfair to say these global conflicts are of European origin? Is it fair or unfair to say the leftist movement of Europe is spilling over? The roughest period in history has been the stark transition of modern society towards industrialization. The next period will be or become the rough transition of modern society towards high technology. Maybe this book is too dumb to understand but this has been repeated like clockwork throughout this book. It is building up for this ultimate showdown and a greater destructive force than previous. Does the world wish to deal with it now or wait till it spills over and knocks on the door of human existence? This book had no choice in this option even if it was already engulfed with one outbreak of troubles after another. The genius of survival is at an unprecedented level, need the ignorance?
Without question, when these conflicts break out, it is to determine the identity of a nation. In the 1700s it was to form a new independent country with its own Constitution. In the 1800s it was to form a more perfect union by keeping it unified. However, it is the 1900s which will really be the ultimate test of a nation and its principles. As the most powerful nation on this earth, these principles echo throughout the universe. The magnitude of conflict reaches an unprecedented level during the early 20th century. If history is a good compass or a relative thermometer, then do not count your blessings. What is clear and what is known is a process of strength and power is taking place. It is building up for some ultimate showdown yet unknown or unimaginable. If history is built up and these outbreaks occur in the middle parts, then this work and this book is certainly a prelude to it. It is just like a gold rush to a state of existence engulfed in flames.
Some people, particularly politicians, take their imperfections a little too far because they logically think they can win. There are a lot of politicians who feed their own hopes and dreams with some fuel which cannot be measured, calculated, or removed. A lot of these politicians take this imperfection to a point of logical and terminal ignorance. Although we cannot logically use it like petroleum, make computers work on it, declare it a religion, stop tanks with it, shoot planes down with it, or throw it in front of waves and waves of armies from understanding; it plays to the kindness of others in a powerful thuggish way.
A lot of these politicians fuel their fears to a point of terminal secrecy. This fuel of revolution, that which has been described as ballot box caliber, is guarded closer than the secrets at the Department of Defense. People swear to the death by this fuel we cannot measure or understand to logical terminality. The bottom line is hope does not kill in this exact way; it is anger, hatred, and the fury of others which does. We cannot measure this fuel and we cannot use it like a science in a court of law especially when the crisis is about appalling, deplorable, or sickening behavior which cannot be rationalized or negotiated with.
The left, those we call religious, cultural, and economic forces; does not strike others with scientific intellectualism. What they strike others as is not a thinking species who takes commands and instructions from a traceable source or a measurable force. Even if this image as people of academic value does not fancy the hungriest for jobs, we cannot determine if sanctions and blockades have any logical bearings. All we know is we were tracking a predator. This effort was stifled. We became a hostage. We were not permitted to have an existence until our self identity was either destroyed or surrendered. These people are dipping into some of the most dangerous ideologies and actually taunted us with it like a surreptitious spy network. We were duped into thinking they were the best or the most powerful force on earth, the authority. They taunted and were threatening a slow death by a separate code or set of laws which are reliant on secrets guarded closer than those of the War Department. We asked for this to stop and it was ignored; so we took this public and figured it would stop if we did. They kept showing up, wanting to help, acting like friends and advisors, and when it became unforgettable we headed for the borders until legal matters were cleaned up. Instead, we got a second coming.
The left is hungry for the job and they hope others will understand or excuse them. They have squatted into the hearts and minds of this nation, the world, and the global market system. All we asked for was a written account of this audacity so legal matters can work it out. Hope is not going to fix this matter. Hope is not going to make this go away. Hope is not going to make people understand. If the left want to be credible or some part in this nation, they will have to do better. They need or are hungry for more credibility and it is really upsetting the Gods. The Gods feel a chase on the interplanetary level is occurring in the spirit world. The Gods are waiting for a physical form to measure and trace. This is just not right. This just does not agree to the taste buds. This just smells peculiar. This just does not make any sense. This just does not sound the same or a unifying force others can understand or want. They get what they want.
The image everyone gets is a person lying in the road. The person lying in the road is waiting for hope and the vehicles and tanks are honking. They are listening on the radio why there is a massive traffic jam up at the intersection and why the accident is causing everyone from going home. They want to be at home, they do not want to listen to a person lying in the road espousing human rights or victim hood. They want to know when, this person or group protesting, is going to get out of the road? There are lawyers who have to go to work the next morning. There are people who have to go to work, bills need to be paid. Is it worth running over a frog lying down? What is the price or the stock of picture lying in the road corrected by hope?
Some of these politicians are willfully purposeful. They have the information before them and they even repeat or mimic the same message. They imitate and steal the technology behind the satellite warfare program and claim it is used for police actions or catching criminals. That which we call the highest summit, a technological summit robotic by forces and spirits, is being used to lie in the road. Thus, we are blamed for this illogical and deplorable behavior like a murderous and angry psychopathic serial killer who hopes control and power will be understood as authority. There comes a point, perhaps terminal, where hope has to be removed as a noise maker rather than a preacher. Murder is not the same as hope in theory but practice. Hope is not evil but it is also not a perfect explanation. Whether it is behind or the boldness described in this book is uncertain because it is guarded closer than the secrets of this earth.
National Security and defending the nation is based on certain qualities and characteristics. Integrity, paranoia, intelligence, spirit, and a massive scrutiny process; you cannot throw all of this away and replace it with hope. Hope is not a crime and it certainly is not absolute paranoia. Is hope powerful enough to address this check list?
• Win wars
• Get the left out of their situation
• Clear a path of reform
• Make change understandable and measurable
• Scientific approval
• Substantive
• Offer enough evidence or probable cause
• Unacceptable to this book
• Deliver a documented history fixable
• Empowerment of the individual or self identity
• Realistic expression of authority and power
• Halt an army of on commands
• Educate and influence
This matter is about clearances, how do we get a clearance to the bottom? We are the top and we have the clearances for the top, we need the bottom one. We need these clearances to find out or determine why they are trying to get our things when we have not issued them any clearance or consent for such. We need to speak to their liberators and freedom fighters, there special services division. Do we petition the Congress or do we have to seek some Congressional approval? If so, then please indicate who we need to seek this clearance from in order to get to the bottom of this.
We need to understand, mostly, if hope will kill or injure by the commands of survival or self preservation. Who is or what is giving this command? Is it written down and changeable by reason, authority, or some process. All of these secrets are only leading to a Watergate like cruise missile flying below the radar which flips flops between being a prosecutor one moment and a defense lawyer the next. This prosecutor or defense lawyer needed is based on location or regionalism. Consequently, we need to speak to these people and let them know they are on earth, here on earth, things take form by reality and matters are a reality and physical.
This gamesmanship with the electoral system does not tickle. These issues do not tickle anybody the right way because it leaves the mind feeling evil and asking what is the best or the system, political process, is powerful enough to rid evil if the market system is denied. We want the market system to decide our indecisions and doubt; help with reality by placing cost and value in a meaningful way which our generations can cherish and respect. It is not just a job it is a fundament duty of mankind. This hope, nine out of ten times, will choose the global market solutions to acquire the necessity of life or the resources to defend the nation and the world?
All we know at this time is we have been dealing with and being terribly influenced by the bottom feeders of Europe or other. They have acting in the most appalling and audacious manner to control and take hostage of our life while denying any market value; thus hoping a deliverance or positive outcome would be the sweet aroma which made us great and the champions of the world. Maybe these scavengers have come here for a gold rush, the question is what happens next when their gold runs out or is pilfered, do they search for more if there is none? We are born into this world with nothing; how do we get more of nothing? Do they use their power and influence on the best soldiers in the world for protection money? We tried to tell them or give advice on the next two hundred years or what to expect. These bottom feeders are here to scavenge for a future based on a false mindset and a misapprehension to the thinking fuel of life which is a gift of self identity and more life. What is making that sucking sound from political prostitutes?
There is something definitely wrong when the best soldiers in the world think this is just another day or some way of life to be used to; this is equally dangerous. This matter has nothing to do with who we are; it has to do with who they are. Do we need to be scavengers and bottom feeders to coexist with freedom? Does everyone need to pray for hope or kneel before horoscopes for guidance? If so, then we can ask the Gods if they wish to make this the gospel. Do not worry about who we are or claim to be, worry about who they are or becoming. Nobody walking this earth needs to know who we are and if they do, then they are in for a big surprise because we are tickled pink with geocentricism.
We need clearance to the secrets of the bottom because this is equally dangerous, but we need to know how similar it truly is. We have heard a lot of claims, appeals, and mostly felt the actions with sensation. We have been attacked and propositioned so many times it just feels like another bad day in the rainy season, or is it a mad season at all? How do you get so used to this it is just another bad day from a list of thousands, in the making? We are tickled pink how cute they are and how much they want to help; consequently, we feel they deserve the people this clearance and these secrets which are being guarded closer than the secrets held by the War Department. They owe this nation a full explanation if they want to stay where they are or build on what they have. Are these secrets trying to help or are they trying to hurt by becoming physical? We need clearance to the bottom and we need their help desperately.
This matter is not about the right; it is about the left and who the left is. This they can control before it spills over to the right or others. Until clearance is given to the bottom and these secrets accessed or documented, there is no need to request for authority or more authority; it is that illegal. Up until now, it has been illegal to say no to the left and their wishes for political dominance, whether they can accept this is for the market to decide, it is not our decision or anyone else. Their value is market driven. We are merely trying to escape their reservations and hope of whom we are or will be; but this is not about who we are. We are gravely concerned about their work and their professionalism but we are constantly locked out of the bottom where secrets brew darker than blackness. It is easy to grow economic forces in dirt, but this we are talking about infantile dirt that refuses to let the strong plants grow. The strong plants are cut down so the weak ones can grow evenly. That is not the seed of capitalism or what is growing in it. There is a struggle for self identity in every single nation on every single earth, this human being struggle to breathe can either face the problems now or wait till these problems find it. We had it find us and seek us out for help. Either prepares now or never; but do not ask for inclusion when it arrives or when it is a physical form. It may scare everyone.
This matter is not about the right; it is about the left and who the left is. This they can control before it spills over to the right or others. Until clearance is given to the bottom and these secrets accessed or documented, there is no need to request for authority or more authority; it is that illegal. Up until now, it has been illegal to say no to the left and their wishes for political dominance, whether they can accept this is for the market to decide, it is not our decision or anyone else. Their value is market driven. We are merely trying to escape their reservations and hope of whom we are or will be; but this is not about who we are. We are gravely concerned about their work and their professionalism but we are constantly locked out of the bottom where secrets brew darker than blackness. It is easy to grow economic forces in dirt, but this we are talking about infantile dirt that refuses to let the strong plants grow. The strong plants are cut down so the weak ones can grow evenly. That is not the seed of capitalism or what is growing in it. There is a struggle for self identity in every single nation on every single earth, this human being struggle to breathe can either face the problems now or wait till these problems find it. We had it find us and seek us out for help. Either prepares now or never; but do not ask for inclusion when it arrives or when it is a physical form. It may scare everyone.
We are not easily duped. This is evidence of why we are not easily duped. We are not the dirt they walk on or grow in. Who we are and what we do is in this book, but it simply is not enough to prevent further attacks or justify previous ones. We are still being forced to pray to the Gods of the horror scopes and to kneel before hope with glee. This is difficult so we will make an effort to clear up some information for the record. This Watergate cruise missile needs to either stop or stop staying below the radar while coming at us. There is no hope in that. The question is who we are or how the left did not know who we were:
• Did we invent the technology behind cyber and satellite warfare? No. In 1989, we began a search and a talent search for support. We looked at both personnel and technological advancements which would give us the advantage or at least a chance for survival. We did not invent the technology; we applied it and made sense of it scientifically. It was a process of using off the shelf technology and amplifying it by modifying it.
• Can we engineer the computer science or electrical engineering aspects? Yes, we have enough formal training to do everything; however, we did not invent the technology. What we invented from what we found has not been presented to this day.
• Has computer security ever been used by the United States government as a weapon or an instrument of such? No. It has never been and still never has been. Did we conceive the idea and submit a document in 1998 of this? Yes. We used it as a tool to survive satellite warfare and the inability to survive it conceptually.
• In 1989, one of the findings was to measure the survivability under these new stressors and begin to ask what can be done or used to relieve them to increase the survival rate or protect our troops from these dangers. We feel we hit the nail on the head ten out of ten times and with equal repetition of sustainability. This means we sought the derivatives and then the multipliers.
• Was all of this completed in 1998 and ready for presentation? Yes. Then why did we delay or go and have a party while on vacation? This is not stress free and there were missing elements in the personal life areas, a general unhappiness and engulfment. Some companionship would be nice and someone of high regards needed to be found and quickly because things were getting very hairy. We did not know what was going on in 1998, we only knew of our efforts to ignore or pay no attention to it, even if it was causing a slow painful death.
• Did we want to get involved with shady people or the left who repeated began to show up with the technology and kept on attacking us with it? No, all efforts to ignore this were ignored with as much enthusiasm as they were ignored. When we grew stronger in ignoring the left, they grew stronger in ignoring our effort to ignore them. It was a standoff and we soon found out the true intentions, it was some game of death. At the time they were only viewed as shady characters, beyond this nothing else was known. We were on a different mission to rejuvenate a lost life already which began getting doused with more fire and stress. We were already on fire in 1998 and ready to present this. By 2008 we were beyond burning embers, we were burning bright.
• Did the left incite anger and resentment by constant attacks and placing a siege to either humiliate or corner us? Yes. They felt this was a new Vietnam War situation, a rekindle of the past.
• Did they explain why or what they wanted? Not at the time, they act like possessed lunatics who will not accept no for an answer. We did not want to give the presentation to anyone like this or acted in this manner. This was explained as “not a choice” however, we believe it was some war on poverty again which really was turning bad as we were burning brighter, we were just on fire and they felt the warmth. They think they are heroes and wanted a reciprocal hug. We kept saying in the beginning, “Will you shut up and go away before something bad happens.” They would say, “We are not doing anything wrong, screw you, make us. We own you now because we found you, you are our captive. You will help us and do what we say or else you will surely suffer our wrath.” To this day we have disobeyed their commands as much or with equal fervor as they ignore ours.
• This is the father of cyber and satellite warfare, that which the next two hundred or so years will be based on with sustainability and recursion. This attempt to make us a fraud or humiliate us has failed but it is no way near over. The left and the people behind this need to understand this clearly before they give us a lecture on hope.
“In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida” lyrics by Iron Butterfly
In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, honey,
Don’t you know that I love you?
In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, baby,
Don’t you know that I'll always be true?
Oh, won't you come with me
And take my hand?
Oh, won't you come with me
And walk this land?
Please take my hand!
(Repeat to the end)
“Bad Day” lyrics by Fuel
Had a bad day again,
said I would not understand,
she left a note and said I’m sorry I,
I had a bad day again.
Spilled her coffee broke a shoelace,
smeared the lipstick on her face,
slammed the door and said I’m sorry I,
I had a bad day again.
And she swears there's nothing wrong,
I hear her playing that same old song,
she puts me up and puts me on,
and had a bad day again.
Said I would not understand,
left a note and said I’m sorry I,
I had a bad day again.
And she swears there’s nothing wrong,
I hear her playing that same old song,
she puts me up, and puts me on,
whoa… had a bad day again.
Said I would not understand,
left a note and said I’m sorry I,
I had a bad day again.
She left a note and said I’m sorry I
had a bad day…
UGH hUGH, UGH hUGH, UGH hUGH, UGH hUGH,
UGH hUGH,UGH hUGH, UGH hUGH alright oooo alright!!!!!
“She Talks to Angels” lyrics by Black Crowes
She never mentions the word addiction
In certain company
Yes, she'll tell you she's an orphan
After you meet her family
She paints her eyes as black as night, now
Pulls those shades down tight
Yeah, she gives a smile when the pain comes
The pain's gonna make everything alright
(Chorus)
Says she talks to angels,
They call her out by her name
Oh yeah, she talks to angels
Says they call her out by her name
She keeps a lock of hair in her pocket
She wears a cross around her neck
Yes, the hair is from a little boy
And the cross is someone she has not met, not yet
(Chorus)
She don't know no lover
None that I ever seen
Yeah, to her that ain't nothing
But to me, yeah me,
It means everything
She paints her eyes as black as night now
She pulls those shades down tight
Oh yeah, there's a smile when the pain comes,
The pain's gonna make everything alright, alright yeah
(Chorus)
Oh-ooh-oh-oh angels
They call her out by her name
Oh-oh, she talks to angels
They call her out
Yeah-eah-eah, they call her out
Don't you know that they call her out by her name?
“Indians” lyrics by Anthrax
We all see black and white
When it comes to someone else's fight
No one ever gets involved
Apathy can never solve
(BRIDGE :)
FORCED OUT - Brave and mighty
STOLEN LAND - They can't fight it
HOLD ON - To pride and tradition
Even though they know how much their lives are really missing'
WE'RE DISSIN' THEM...
(PRE-CHORUS :)
On reservations
A hopeless situation
Respect is something that you earn
Our Indian brother's getting burned
Original American
Turned into, second class citizen
(REPEAT BRIDGE)
(REPEAT PRE-CHORUS)
(CHORUS :)
Cry for the Indians
Die for the Indians
Cry for the Indians
Cry, Cry, Cry for the Indians
Love the land and fellow man
Peace is what we strive to have
Some folks have none of this
Hatred and prejudice
(REPEAT BRIDGE)
(REPEAT PRE-CHORUS)
(REPEAT CHORUS)
(MOSH PART)
(WARDANCE)
TERRITORY, It's just the body of the nation
The people that inhabit it make its configuration
PREJUDICE, Something we all can do without
Cause a flag of many colors is what this land's all about
(LEAD BREAK)
(REPEAT FIRST VERSE)
(REPEAT BRIDGE)
(REPEAT PRE-CHORUS)
(REPEAT CHORUS)
“Whose Sorry Now” lyrics by Connie Francis
Who’s sorry now, who’s sorry now
Whose heart is aching’ for breaking’ each vow?
Who’s sad and blue, who’s crying’ too
Just like I cried over you
Right to the end, just like a friend
I tried to warn you somehow
You had your way, now you must pay
I’m glad that you’re sorry now
Right to the end, just like a friend
I tried to warn you somehow
You had your way, now you must pay
I’m glad that you’re sorry now
“Tomorrow Wendy” lyrics by Concrete Blonde
It is complete now
Two ends of time are neatly tied
A one-way street
She walking to end of the line
And there she meets
The faces she keeps in her heart and mind
They say
Good bye
Tomorrow Wendy you’re going to die
Tomorrow Wendy you’re going to die
Underneath
The chilly gray November sky
We can make
Believe that Kennedy is still alive and
We’re shooting for the moon
And smiling Jackie’s driving by and
They say
Good try
Tomorrow Wendy you’re going to die
Tomorrow Wendy’s going to die
I told the priest
Don’t count on any second coming
God got his ass kicked
The first time he came down here slumming
He had the balls to come
The gall to die and then forgive us
No, I don’t wonder why
I wonder what he thought it would get us
Hey-hey
Good bye
Tomorrow Wendy’s going to die
Hey-hey
Good bye
Tomorrow Wendy’s going to cry
Hey-hey
Good bye
Tomorrow Wendy’s going to cry
Only God says jump
So I set the time
Cause if he ever saw it
It was through these eyes of mine
And if he ever suffered
It was me who did his crying
Hey-hey
Good bye
Tomorrow Wendy’s going to cry
(Tomorrow Wendy’s going to die)
Tomorrow Wendy’s going to fly
(Tomorrow Wendy’s going to cry)
Tomorrow Wendy’s is going to fly
Hey-hey
Good bye
Tomorrow Wendy’s going to cry
Hey-hey good bye
Tomorrow Wendy’s going to fly
Tomorrow Wendy’s is going to fly
“Loosing My Religion” lyrics by REM
Life is bigger
It's bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no I've said too much
I set it up
That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no I've said too much
I haven't said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
Every whisper
Of every waking hour I'm
Choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt lost and blinded fool
Oh no I've said too much
I set it up
Consider this
The hint of the century
Consider this
The slip that brought me
To my knees failed
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around
Now I've said too much
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
But that was just a dream
That was just a dream
“Gods of Wrath” lyrics by Metal Church
A lonely god you captured
Do you feel the pain?
Tried to help the people
But your help was all in vain
You gave to us their fire
But who was watching you
Chained and eyes are bleeding
Now what you gonna do?
Whoa, oh ugh
Yeah! Alright! Come on! Right now!
Now that they picked you
A lesson has been taught
Join us now in vengeance
And let the bodies rot
A thousand times a thousand
Is finally going to end
Storms of war are brewing
We need your help but when
Whoa, yeah, bah!
(Chorus)
Gods of wrath
Gods of wrath
Gods of wrath
Gods of wrath are heartless
When they left you hanging there
Cast out and abandoned
You had to pay the fare
Now's the time to break free
And help us if you can
Because we're all behind you
To start the master plan
Whoa, yeah, bah
(Chorus)
Harpies far above you
Saying you will never learn
Reach up to the heavens and let the bodies’ burn
You know you have the answer
You've always been a friend
Break the chains in anger and let it all begin
Whoa, yeah, bah
(Chorus)
God, come down
Gods are before you
“Imitation of Life” lyrics by Anthrax
There's nothing I hate more, than all these plastic people
With all their plastic promises, and all their plastic deals
They just can't be themselves, and live their own lives out
They're just an imitation of what life's all about
“Because of me you are who you are
So sign your name, and you'll go far
I'm your friend, I think you should
So sign your name, it's for your own good”
How many times have you heard this today?
Some bogus piss-on saying "Let's do lunch babe"
For them this bullsh@t, it's their whole life
Cut through their bullshit with a knife
Imitation of life
(BRIDGE 1)
Oh
Anger burns
Whatever happened to the guy I knew
A media creation, a monster grew
Our story had an unhappy end
But this could change, I still call him friend
"Take my advice, listen to me
A great opportunity, can't you see
I only want what's best for you
The deal of a lifetime, what more can I do"
How many times have you heard this today?
Some stupid sucker says "It's great, we luv ya babe"
For them this bullsh@t, it's their whole life
Cut through their bullshit with a knife
Imitation of life
(BRIDGE 2)
Oh
Anger burns
Bands dress like women, with hairspray and lace
I'd pass an image law, stick it in their face
Let's see how long they keep dressing this way
Wearing this image twenty four hours a day
(MOSH TALK PART)
DID YOU EVER THINK FOR YOURSELF
JUST ONCE, DID YOU EVER THINK
THAT'S ALL I WANT TO KNOW
(MOSH CHORUS PART)
IMITATION OF LIFE, Living out a lie
You'll never be right, IMITATION OF LIFE
WHY ARE YOU HERE
YOU'RE TAKING UP MY SPACE
The new imperfect race, IMITATION OF LIFE
(LEAD BREAK)
Oh
Anger burns
Whatever happened to the guy I knew
A media creation, a monster grew
Our story had an unhappy end
But this could change, I still call him friend
There's nothing I hate more
Than all these plastic people
With all their plastic promises
And all their plastic deals
They just can't be themselves
And live their own lives out
They're just an imitation
Of what life's all about
IMITATION OF LIFE
“Stupid Cupid” lyrics by Connie Francis
Stupid Cupid you're a real mean guy
I'd like to clip your wings so you can't fly
I'm in love and it's a crying shame
And I know that you're the one to blame
Hey hey set me free
Stupid Cupid stops picking on me
I can't do my homework and I can't think straight
I meet him every morning bout half past eight
I'm acting like a lovesick fool
You've even got me carrying his books to school
Hey hey set me free
Stupid Cupid stops picking on me
You messed me up for good right from the very start
Hey go play Robin Hood
With somebody else's heart
You got me jumping like a crazy clown
And I don't feature what you’re putting down
Since I kissed his loving lips of wine
The thing that bothers me is that I like it fine
Hey hey set me free
Stupid Cupid stops picking on me
You got me jumping like a crazy clown
And I don't feature what you’re putting down
Since I kissed his loving lips of wine
The thing that bothers me is that I like it fine
Hey hey set me free
Stupid Cupid stops picking on me
Hey hey set me free
Stupid Cupid stops picking on me
(Stupid Cupid)
(Stupid Cupid)
“Among The Living” lyrics by Anthrax
Disease, Disease
Spreading the disease
With some help from Captain Trips
He'll bring the world down to his knees
Power, yes Power
He'll show them all his power
It pulses through his ice cold blood
A whole world to devour
(PRE-CHORUS :)
He's seeing, He's calling
His legacy, He's spawning
He's coming, corrupting
Among the living
Murder, Murder
Commit cold blooded murder
Like Nazis during World War Two
They only follow orders
Hatred, Hatred
A crucifix is your bed
Once he turns his eye on you
You'd be better off dead
(REPEAT PRE-CHORUS)
(CHORUS :)
I am the walkin' dude
I can see all the world
Twist your minds with fear
I'm the man with power
Among the living
Follow me or die
Man, fights Man
Divided they can't stand
United they can battle back
And make him force his hand
Fear, yes Fear
His end is growing near
He didn't count on man's good faith
And their will to persevere
(REPEAT PRE-CHORUS)
(REPEAT CHORUS)
(LEAD BREAK)
Fire, hot Fire
Purge the world with fire
Damnation is the price he'll pay
For an evil man's desire
Good, vs. Evil
The stand to vanquish evil
Man can only live one way
That place right in the middle
(REPEAT PRE-CHORUS)
(REPEAT CHORUS)
AMONG
“You Light Up My Life” lyrics by Debbie Boone
So many nights I sit by my window
Waiting for someone to sing me his song
So many dreams I kept deep inside me
Alone in the dark but now
You've come along
You light up my life
You give me hope
To carry on
You light up my days
and fill my nights with song
Rollin' at sea, adrift on the water
Could it be finally I'm turning for home?
Finally, a chance to say hey,
I love you
Never again to be all alone
You light up my life
You give me hope
To carry on
You light up my days
And fill my nights with song
You light up my life
You give me hope
To carry on
You light up my days
And fill my nights with song
It can't be wrong
When it feels so right
'Cause You
You light up my life
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