Archive for October 18, 2011


Meet the President of the Islamic REPUBLIC of IRAN

Compare Ahmadinejad with Obama or any other modern American President.

Compare their actions as President and their philosophies.

Oh, by all means, America and Israel should remove this crazed madman from power.  He’s nuts.  He actually maintains that the presidency equals a vow of poverty and fiscal ultra-conservatism.  Imagine that!!  Can’t have that, can we Mr. Netanyahu and company?  Can’t have people living just for the joy of it and not amassing vast amounts of personal wealth while in public office can we?  Just look at that madman Gaddafi in Libya – how dare he keep international banking out  of his country??

Incredible.

The Philosophy of Truth

I wrote this piece back in 2007, but I submit it is still viable and important today.

ENJOY!

The Philosophy of Truth
(John 8:32; 14:6)
Imagine this if you can. God comes down to Earth for one minute – one blessed 60-second moment – and announces to the world the solution to all of its problems and the way for every soul to experience heaven-on-earth and eternal salvation. God reveals this solution and this way with one very simple, three or four word sentence. What do you suppose that sentence would be?
“Believe in Me”? No. (Belief alone is simply not all-encompassing.)

“Believe in My Son”? No. (While He is divine, one needs to know Him well.)

“Love everyone”? No.

“Stop the killing”? No.

Okay then, what? Whaaat? Here it is. Are you ready?

“Tell the truth.”
That’s it. That’s all there is to it. This is the hinge upon which the entire door of Justice and Mercy hangs. Just tell the truth, and everything is solved. Not overnight. Not in the next instant. But fast. Very fast. Because very soon after everyone starts telling the truth, the root cause of all worldly problems simply vanish.
We live in a society based on secrecy. Think about it. Virtually every aspect of life as we have constructed it is based on secrecy. The cultural myth is that what we don’t know makes everything work, not what we do know. As a result, our lives become extremely complicated.
That’s certainly true of our political reality. If governments around the world (our’s included) ever told the people everything that government knows on every subject, governments would have to change. If governments ever gave people the real reasons behind everything governments do, what governments do and they way they did it would be altered forever.
Wars, for instance, would practically vanish from the human experience, because most human beings would never agree to go to war if they knew the real reasons that governments begin war (which is always to give massive financial gain and profit to a select few). Governments know this, so governments give us false stories, patriotism, and false reasoning they hope most of the people will agree with and never question. In the process, the rich get richer.
Taxes would also virtually vanish, because most human beings would never agree to be taxed for the real reasons governments raise money. Governments know this, so governments declare falsehoods mixed with half-truths, false and illogical reasons they hope most of the people will agree with and never deeply question.
Our economic structure, likewise, is based on secrets. Can you imagine what would happen if factory foremen and office supervisors handed out sheets of paper every month to all employees with all the company’s salaries (including those of every executive) on them? Can you imagine what would happen to world prices if corporations were required to place on their price tags the actual cost, to them, of providing those goods and services? Do you think such a system of complete visibility would allow our economic system to survive in its present form? Of course not. Because once the truth is told, everything changes. Even our theological systems fall into the same category. We are told that we do not have the answers, and cannot find the answers, to life’s most challenging questions on our own. These are “mysteries,” which only “the one true religion” can solve. And each religion declares that it has the “right” answers, and everyone else has the “wrong” ones. Yet religions don’t tell us everything they “know to be true.” Much critical historical information is kept hidden away from the mass of the people who, it is said, cannot and would not possibly understand. Incantations are offered in ancient tongues that only the chief priests understand. Rituals are shrouded in secret. Admission to the temples of some religions is forbidden to the general public and, even within the religious family, open only to a select few who have paid money for the “right” to be worthy to enter.
But secrets aren’t limited to our society’s institutions. Our society itself is based on secrets. Families keep secrets tenanciously, and whole familial environments are often built on secrets. The family alcoholic, the father who abuses his wife and children, the aunt who suffers from kleptomania, the brother-in-law in jail, the incest between son and daughter — all are kept secret, not just from the people outside the family, but very often from other family members themselves.
“What you don’t know won’t hurt you” is such a powerful myth that it has today become more socially unacceptable to tell the truth than to hide it.
None of this would really matter very much, one supposes, were it not for the fact that wars have been started, and millions of innocents killed soley because of state secrets. Children have endured years of abuse because of family secrets. The rich have gotten richer, and the poor have gotten poorer because of economic secrets. And people have gone to their death cringing in fear of God because of religious and spiritual secrets. Is this not the definition of hell?
Lives have been ruined because of secrets, and yet humans refuse to tell the truth, because the real slogan is, “What you don’t know won’t hurt me.”
As long as we’re afraid of being hurt by the truth, we’re going to lie. And, while we don’t like it, we’ll tolerate an entire society built on lies. We will embrace sophisticated mind control science in order to keep the people from embracing truths.
Yes, it is society’s refusal to become completely truthful that causes most of the pain society is forced to endure, and the vicious circle is complete. We sidestep the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth in an effort to avoid pain – and the incredible irony is that by seeking to avoid pain we hide truth which actually causes more emotional, physical and spiritual pain in the process. This is why Lies, Falsehoods, and Secret Societies are the domain of the demon Mammon, for it is the controller and disburser of wealth, power, and “social standing” on planet earth.
So, Friends and Loved Ones, I say: Just EMBRACE TRUTH, and by so doing, you will embrace Jesus Christ who is the very Spirit of Truth and the antithesis of Mammon. As He said, “I am the Way, the TRUTH, and the Life.” Those who embrace Christ, embrace God and shall be freed from the pain of spiritual death.
A. True Ott, PhD
April 10, 2007

You have to give Dr. Ron Paul some credit – at least he’s saying SOME things right.   Specifically – Big Government is synonymous with suppression for the average citizen.

Ron Paul, however, disavows any U.S. complicity in the events of 9-11 in order to occupy Iraq and Afghanistan.  He supports the “official” government and media story of 9-11, and won’t publicly address the obvious problems with the lies.  In short, his silence on this subject makes him an accomplice to the crime as well – and IGNORANCE is simply not an excuse!  What should one expect from a master Freemason after all?

While declaring that the Federal Reserve should be audited (why he keeps parroting this is beyond all rational comprehension, when he well knows that as a matter of fact, the Fed has been independently audited each and every year) the good Doctor somehow fails to mention that the U.S. Treasury can print “money” just as efficiently as “the Fed.”   WE THE PEOPLE DON’T NEED ANOTHER PRIVATE COMPETITOR TO THE PRIVATE FEDERAL RESERVE, SIR!!!  We simply need debt-free MONEY!   And of course, debt-free is interest-free money.  Money is simply a TOOL to facilitate interstate commerce and trade.  Nothing more, sir. Nothing more!

Seems to me that this man Ron Paul is a classic example of “controlled opposition” – that is, to give the mindless Goy masses a false hope – a “pressure release valve” to place their faith and hope in (falsely).  Again, at least he is promoting and soliciting a step or two in the right direction.  That is far better than four more years of the Obama-nation I suppose.

I personally wish Dr. Paul well, but I can’t possibly endorse him until he begins speaking the WHOLE truth, not just bits and pieces of it.

Here is the latest press conference announcement from Dr. Paul:

His “Restore America” plan summary can be viewed at:

http://c3244172.r72.cf0.rackcdn.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/RestoreAmericaPlan.pdf

LOOKS LIKE HERMAN CAIN IS A FEDERAL RESERVE FAN.  HE WAS ON THE FEDERAL RESERVE BOARD IN KANSAS CITY.
MAKE YOUR OWN JUDGMENT, BUT IT SEEMS TO ME THAT CANDIDATE CAIN IS NOT ASKING THE RIGHT QUESTIONS.  IT IS NOT A MATTER OF AUDITING AS PER RON PAUL’S PUNDITS.  IT IS SIMPLY A MATTER OF ASKING WHY THE AMERICAN PEOPLE SHOULD CONTINUE PAYING  HUGE INTEREST PAYMENTS TO A PRIVATE, FOR-PROFIT, FOREIGN CORPORATION FOR A SERVICE THAT THE FEDERAL GOVERNMENT SHOULD BE PERFORMING INTEREST-FREE.   THAT IS WHAT PRESIDENT LINCOLN WANTED, AND WHAT KENNEDY WAS WORKING FOR WHEN HE WAS ASSASSINATED.
THAT IS THE ISSUE, AND THE QUESTION THAT MR. CAIN AND ALL OTHER “CANDIDATES” APPEAR TO BE DUCKING.

END THE FED – BUT HEY, DO WHAT CANDIDATE CAIN SUGGESTS.  GO TO YOUR LOCAL FEDERAL RESERVE GOVERNING BOARD.  SIMPLY DEMAND FROM THEM A LIST OF STOCKHOLDERS OF THE PRIVATE CORPORATION.  WHO OWNS THE FEDERAL RESERVE IS ANOTHER VERY PERTINENT QUESTION.  WHO CARES IF A PRIVATE CORPORATION IS AUDITED – WE THE PEOPLE NEED TO KNOW WHO OWNS IT!!!!

Susan Lindauer Strikes Again!!

From the desk of Susan Lindauer comes this modern, GRIM FAIRY TALE.   Sadly, this is based on a very true story.

Ms. Lindauer writes:

I have penned a short fairy tale in honor of the U.S. withdrawal from Iraq. Like many good fairy tales, it’s scary— and appallingly, it’s true, based on my own experiences trying to survive the brutality of the Republican cover ups of 9/11 and Iraq. I would be very grateful if you would publish this on your blogs and distribute it through your lists.
                EMPEROR GEORGE AND THE LOST WAR IN IRAQ

                  By Susan Lindauer, former U.S. back channel to Iraq
and the second non-Arab American arrested on the Patriot Act

Once upon a time there was a President named George who wanted to be Emperor. (Not a bad idea. He was a lousy President. He really needed a different job.)

President George had traveled to Mexico—once. So he figured the whole world was pretty much like Texas. He thought about it for, oh, five minutes. What he needed was a country far, far away to invade. Surely those foreigners would be charmed by his folksy swagger (being more primitive and all). They’d appreciate him more than those Gosh Darn Americans, who had awfully high expectations of a President. Why, he imagined these foreigners would bow and scrape and wow over his every golf shot.

So he pulled out a map. And he saw Iraq— with a “Q.” And he asked one of his ministers what he’d heard about this place. The minister’s eyes got bright: “Ohhh,” he said. “Iraq’s got oil and pipelines. We could make some serious profits if we grabbed Baghdad, and tossed its rulers in the trash can of history.”

Well, if there was one thing President George understood, it was oil profits. That’s what paid for those Black Helicopters ferrying rich folks to private parties in Houston. Absolutely everybody who was anybody had a helo-pad on their ranch. So when George heard about Iraq’s oil, he saw his destiny. He would be Emperor of the World from Texas to Baghdad.

President George called all his Republican friends to a Grand Old Party, where he proclaimed his vision. He promised to share Iraq’s oil wealth (so they could ride in helicopters and private jets, too). And he started handing out military contracts by the fistful.

And the Republicans declared, “This is a Democracy. We vote to make you Emperor.”

And George answered, “Amen.”

There was just one pesky Little Female who would not shut her mouth! He called her “Miss Bossy Boots,” and he hated her like nobody else. She was T-R-O-U-B-L-E!!! See, she’d been a covert back channel to Iraqi diplomats at the United Nations in New York years before he ever got to be President. And she shrieked from the rooftops and banged on every door on Capitol Hill, warning this War with Iraq would be catastrophic.

Some of his opponents compared her to Cassandra, who prophesied the defeat of Troy. Miss Bossy Boots kept raving that War in Iraq “would cost $1.6 Trillion—” not the puny $300 billion that his allies insisted on. She declared it would “bankrupt the Middle Class, create upward pressure on taxes, and push Wall Street into a double-dip recession.” This lady had spunk, everybody agreed. But she was determined to rain on his parade, insisting the wannabe Emperor had no clothes.

Worst of all, her CIA team had negotiated a comprehensive peace framework that annihilated every possible justification for War. Through her covert back channel, Iraq had consented to 1) resume weapons inspections; 2) invite an FBI Task Force into Baghdad, with authorization to conduct terrorism investigations; and 3) deliver priority contracts to American corporations in telecommunications; health care, hospital equipment and pharmaceuticals; and non-dual use factory equipment.

Why, Iraq had agreed to import 1 million American manufactured automobiles from Detroit and Indiana every year for 10 years!

The CIA’s peace option would mean good jobs with good salaries for American workers, so they could consume endlessly, pumping up profits on Wall Street. If that wasn’t annoying enough, Iraq was ready to give America all the Oil Contracts it wanted.

Why, Baghdad even proposed a highly innovative plan for democratic reforms. They offered to repatriate exiles and house them at expanded Embassy compounds protected by Embassy security. Returning exiles would be allowed to establish political parties, and compete in national elections overseen by America’s favorite ex-President, Jimmy Carter. So the Democracy card was out of play, too.

Miss Bossy Boots! That bitch accomplished it all without the deployment of a single soldier or the death of one Iraqi child.

Damnit! President George wanted to be Emperor. And he needed this War to do it.

Just about this time, spies from his Intelligence Services uncovered a rag tag conspiracy hatched over a campfire in a cave in Pakistan. Kicking over the coals, the wild-eyed young conspirators dreamed of hijacking airplanes and striking a famous building in New York City. George smirked. That suited his plans perfectly. If the attack achieved maximum destruction, George could lay the blame on Iraq— and he’d have all the excuse for War that a President— er, an Emperor— could desire.

Here came Miss Bossy Boots again! She’d got wind of that terrorist conspiracy, too, and she wasn’t playing the game. That stupid woman kept trying to get law enforcement to cooperate with her Intelligence team to block the attack!

FEMALES! He snorted and sulked and pouted!

Now George might have been a lousy President, but a life-time of mediocrity had taught him how to attack anybody who threatened to expose his weaknesses. Getting rid of her would require a degree of ruthlessness. But an Emperor had to be ready to sacrifice his country and his people for his own ambition.

George knew what to do. He declared that anybody who opposed his War against Iraq would be guilty of Treason. His friends in Congress rushed through a law called the “Patriot Act.” It declared that troublemakers and truth tellers could be detained without a trial or hearing, facing secret charges, secret evidence and secret grand jury testimony. They could be locked in prison “indefinitely,” until they got wise to who was boss! And it wasn’t “the power of the people—” like those demonstrators kept shouting outside his bedroom window at the White House.

Emperor George gave the order for Miss Bossy Boots to be thrown in a dungeon — on a military base in Texas far away from the Talking Heads in Washington. He strutted around the Oval Office, celebrating his triumph, while his advisers giggled hysterically. She’d be helpless in Texas. Not one of those prison guards would listen to her stories about the dangers of invading Iraq, because they’d never traveled beyond Mexico, either. And those military generals running the base would do their part. They wouldn’t want their soldiers to hear her rants, while they were packing up to become cannon fodder in Baghdad.

Just for good measure, Emperor George declared her “incompetent.”

Oh he would teach that female a lesson alright! Miss Bossy Boots would make a good scapegoat. If the War got tough, Emperor George would insist it was all her fault! He would blame her for “poor intelligence before the War.” The more outrageous the lie the better its chance of success, after all. As the coup de gras, she would be denied the right to a Trial. That way she could never call witnesses to dispute the government’s phony stories about Pre-War Intelligence. And she could never expose the government’s advance knowledge of that hijacking conspiracy.

Who said Emperor George wasn’t a genius? Hey, didn’t Troy make out okay in the end? He couldn’t remember. Miss Bossy Boots would know. Given five minutes, she’d probably try to tell him. Well, by golly, he wasn’t going to listen!

With a shit-eater’s grin, he shipped her off to prison on Carswell Air Force Base.

Except the War didn’t go as planned. The Iraqi people were not so primitive as Emperor George anticipated. They fought hard for freedom and the right not to live under a violent Foreign Occupation. American soldiers were hated. None of the other world leaders trusted Emperor George, and America’s pre-eminence and moral authority collapsed on the world stage.

Blaming Miss Bossy Boots didn’t work, either. The Middle Class was too smart for that game. They knew Emperor George and his friends in Congress were to blame for pushing the country into this stupid and unnecessary War. The Middle Class survived every day confronting the damage and losses to the domestic economy, caused by the massive deficit spending and national debt to pay for this failed Empire. They watched money dry up for schools and parks. Roads and bridges got bad and started to break apart. There was no money for police or teachers. Little boys and girls couldn’t grow up to become firefighters—which looked like the best job in the world for 10 year olds, who dreamed of becoming heroes. Ordinary people couldn’t afford medicine.

Emperor George packed his bags and tried to sneak out of town to live out his days on his ranch back home in Texas.

As he was driving away, the crowds lined the streets and he could hear them shout:

“Ain’t no power, like the power of the people, ’cause the power of the people don’t stop. No way.”
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Susan Lindauer is the author of “Extreme Prejudice: The Terrifying Story of the Patriot Act and the Cover Ups of 9/11 and Iraq–” This humble tale mirrors her work in Pre-War Intelligence, right down to the peace option and advance knowledge of 9/11. It describes the unbelievable brutality she suffered when Republican leaders decided to crush her opposition to the War, including the year she spent in prison on Carswell Air Force Base.