I have, potentially, as little as 11 days outside of a prison cell. You don't walk into a federal court as a criminal defendant unprepared to go to prison. People ask me if I am enjoying these final days. I'll level with you: when you are on bail, you do not enjoy a single day. They tell you where you can live. They tell you where you can travel. They make you constantly piss in a cup. They separate you from your loved ones, and they generally make it impossible to make a decent living. This time is miserable, and I look forward to my prison cell. Still, I am endlessly thankful for the work I am able to do to set this world right in this short time on the outside.
Do not think that this sentiment is a resignation from my struggle. I am as steadfastly opposed to the federal government as I was a decade ago. I learned at a young age what should be plain as day to anyone with a brain and a newspaper. I am glad that through the Dorner tragedy, the issue of Waco is coming back into public consciousness. Federal agents claimed that they "mistakenly" started a fire at the Brand Davidian church by launching teargas grenades. Waco was my personal point of enlightenment. I was a young child, 7 or 8 at the time, but relatively astute. I knew when I saw those flames rising that our government was comprised of thugs and murderers.
Dorner exposes the Waco lie. Teargas grenades spew massive ten foot billows of solvent out as they ignite. These are devices meant to light things on fire. The only reason they even contain teargas is so cops can wink and nod and claim "we were only using teargas" and give everyone some idea that they were intending a nonlethal consequence. Even keystone San Bernadino and LA county cops know that these things are for lighting buildings on fire. What makes those cops keystone is that they were not able to lie consistently about teargas grenades. The FBI and ATF at Waco kept the party line-- they were launching teargas. The fire was accidental. The county cops were dumb enough to call them "burners" on unencrypted radio, and scream "burn the motherfucker down" on live television. The illusion has been dispelled. Beyond this, the only difference between the murder of Dorner and the Waco massacre is that the seventysome men, women and children at Waco didn't even have the illusion that they could possibly be guilty of a crime.
Cops kill us. They kill our children. They destroy our families and lives. They ruin our businesses. They get away with outright murder, to say nothing of libel, perjury and evidence manufacturing. They are a graver threat to our civil liberties than any Al Qaeda extremist. They are terrorists.
David Koresh was not a drug manufacturer, which is the lie that the ATF used to get the funds necessary to start the Waco siege. David Koresh was not a child molestor, which is what they started saying when they lit his home on fire, to try to dissuade public support for those being murdered (the "for the children" libels always come out when all the other lies fail to capture the public's belief). Those at Waco made a grave mistake: they began printing their own currency, and people around the area began to accept it parallel to dollars. Their fates were sealed, their deaths assured the minute you could buy a loaf of bread with Branch Davidian bills.
Bitcoin was wisely drafted by a group of cypherpunks under a pseudonym. If they'd slapped their real names on it, they'd be dead or in prison right now. I lost my first fortune when the federal government destroyed e-Gold, an early alternative Internet currency.
So what is to be done?
In my early adolescence I lived in the Shenendoah valley. It was a magical time, where I pillaged teenaged girls and drank my fill of everclear from runs over the border to West Virginia gas stations and snorted piles of Oxycontin that seemed as large as the mountains we drove across. My primary girl was being threatened one day on IM by a girl from our school. The underlying reason was obvious: Zoe, my girlfriend, was gorgeous and possessed of a blazing, insane sort of mountain girl intelligence. I swear, she was half bear and half cat, like the lyric of "Rocky Top". The bullying girl was fat and stupid, and had poor skin likely borne of a burdgeoning methamphetamine habit. I remember chuckling and demanding the keyboard. I did what I did best on the Internet: whip people into a blind, frothing rage. The quick and mean-tempered wit that I'm known for today didn't remotely compare to teenaged me. My tongue has gone dull over the years.
The girl showed up half an hour later at the doorstep with a bat in her hand, belligerent and seeking violence. She felt empowered with a weapon in her hands. I waited for the bat to end its first arc, and I wrested it from her grip.
We saw the confidence melt from her face. The sight was so comical, we couldn't help but burst into laughter despite her initial intent to bash our faces in with a bat. She welled up with tears and ran away. There was no need for any retaliatory violence, as laughter is the sharpest sword of the righteous.
Our current crop of "law" enforcement thugs are no different than the methed out Appalachian trailer trash that tried to beat my girlfriend with a bat. They only feel powerful because 200 of them can show up to burn a single man to death without a trial. They cannot engage in dialogue. They do not know diplomacy. They only know libel, imprisonment and murder. Their advantage is in their numbers, like any mob. If you made them resolve disputes the way our heros of early America did, "in jungere duellum", they would display their underlying cowardice. They know they do not have God on their side. Their tools are that of gangsters, and they will continue using them as long as they have badges, cars, numbers and toys of militarism.
We must, as citizens, rend their toys of militarism from them and return these tools to the people. We must force law enforcement thugs to find employment in the private sector. They must integrate with our society, learn to value our God-given liberty and become decent, productive citizens. We must train communities to be self-reliant in protection so they do not need an external authority to rule them. Right now the sociopaths at the DHS are sitting on a stockpile of enough ammunition to put a bullet in every citizen's head a hundred times over. This is unacceptable. This is genocide in the making.
Let us pray for the souls of the wicked, be they LAPD, ATF, DHS or FBI. Let us work towards a world of peace and decency instead of thuggery and violence. I will gladly go to prison in defense of our liberties, if you will only ensure my work is continued when I am gone. It will take everyone acting in unison to fix this rotten nation and restore the authority of our divinely inspired Constitution.
Every breath I take is a breath towards a prison cell, but also, I pray, towards a revolution. Heavenly Father, I ask that you bless this country, and all of its people. Even the feds. Amen.