I came across this comment posted on the Prison Planet site which linked to a story posted on the Register. (Full article here)
The comment so struck me that I copied it to my blog.
I have reformatted the text to make it easier on the eye, but no other alterations have been made.
Sunday, 16 November 2008
Obfuscation is the most dangerous weapon used against all of us...
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November 14th, 2008 at 8:11 pm
Colin Powell leak’s the true reason for the use of social security number’s.
“Finding the Russian scientists may be a problem being that Russia does not have a Social Security System, as here in America, that allows us to MONITOR, TRACK DOWN and CAPTURE an American citizen.” 06/17/01 Fox News Sunday Morning. Host: Tony Snow.
Regardless of how the “Amish” feel, they have been intellectually branded, nearly for a century, with a number, which you must possess, that allow’s you to conduct all form’s of business. There are few who can conduct business without said social security number’s; and all who do are considered illegal’s. While they fear RFID, it is not the proverbial “mark of the beast,” that distinction belong’s, wholly, to the social security number. They are much too late to recognize this fact, though it fails me how this fact eludes them, seemingly, to this day. During the inception of the SSN, most felt it was, in fact, the “mark of the beast,” with quite a few people refusing to accept the national policy. Quite funny how they are rebelling against the very same thing nearly all in living memory were born under.
Coincidence has only one definition: Deliberate. A weapon does not fire without human interaction. To quote a famous line, “If it smell’s like an ambush, feel’s like an ambush, and look’s like an ambush, it’s an ambush.” “Friendly-fire isn’t.” “If it can go wrong, it already has.”
Providence notwithstanding, most coincidences aren’t so at all. Sad thing is, it took many year’s of service, for a nominal fee, serving warrant’s to come to this conclusion.
Obfuscation is the most dangerous weapon used against all of us, without fail, and, nearly, without discovery. Unfortunately, this site, and many other’s, together with any and all fair, balanced, and honest reporting does nothing more than serve the very instrument of demise they stand against. We’re looking at this as a complex, intermingled, impossibly tangled web of conspiracies when it couldn’t be further from the truth. But even the thought of such thing’s are fast becoming illegal. We are being oppressed, pure and simple.
We are being driven into a slavery. We are being morally, ethically, and intellectually bastardized. It doesn’t matter “what” the conspiracy is, only that there is one, or more.
We’re writing, protesting, standing against the “gun’s,” in vain, when the only thing we should be doing is avoiding the bullet’s. But we don’t, we stand worrying what type of weapon they are going to use against us, as if that mattered, instead of worrying about how to stop the bullet’s from hitting us.
This isn’t America any longer, though I can’t give the country a name, it’s not America.
Times do change, indeed. We’re repeating the past, which bring’s me some solace, if but for a period. We have slipped into tyranny, and I believe no one living today has lived during a period withouth tyranny. To the future we know they will stand against that which most alive today don’t recognize; it is to them that I envy, when men of like mind come together and, if but for a brief time, bring about something wonderful, something beyound themselves in service to all.
We are afraid of each other, neighbor’s, civil servants, everyone. We are so different that our national loyalties aren’t even comparable. We have no communal history, and that which we should share has been demonized to such a degree as to be taboo. We’ve woken up in a country, that our forefather’s fought, killed, and died for, pauper’s, without home or employment, indebted to other foreign entities, both public and private. At one time, moving was an option, as in imigrating to a foreign country, but I could not even remotely compare any other country to the former United States of America.
Truly, what can we say to each other? Do we continue to discuss the mean’s of our death rather than stopping it?
I was never one who cared much what type of weapon was pointed at me, only that a weapon was being pointed at me. At times, I’ve supported things better left to the past.
We’re all guilty of enabling our own destruction. We each face the horror of the only choice to be made. We also face the horror for it’s the one choice we will not make. Citizen’s are killed by law enforcement, sometimes justified, sometimes not. We are preyed upon by the irregular criminal, read not government sanctioned here. Our families and loved ones are dying; our street’s are painted with blood. Although this is a terrific scene, I can’t imagine the one which galvanizes citizen’s, en masse, to face the tyranny, can you?
My father told me that if you had the capacity and fortitude to protect your community, and you don’t, you are a coward. He also told me that there is no other position that protect’s the criminal more than a government position, whether a LEO or non-LEO position.
I believe in America…I believe we’re lost her, in all her glory. Who was it, James Sparks, who said, “The American flag will fly on younder hill by nightfall or Molly Sparks sleeps a widow this night!”
What courage, what bravery, what determination, of such a small army facing the mightiest nation in the world, and defeating them.
With so many different nationalities within this country, who refused the “melting pot” theorem in favor of the “salad bowel,” just being thrown together without conforming, meshing, and integrating in the least.
For some reason, hate crimes protect all, in this country, except for the majority, as if attacking a particular “race” under federal “protection” is any more worse than attacking anyone, period. “Hate crime,” as opposed to the i really, really don’t like you crime.
Orwell, indeed, Orwell wasn’t prophetic, Orwell DID have a time machine - a history book. Connecting the dot’s wasn’t the hard part, realizing the end result was.