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Fools Part 3
All right, Ghost Troop, we’re still budging them. Read my progress report. I’m still playing my little game of psyops poker – one card at a time – with powerful folks, hoping that I’m not holding aces and eights. We’ll see. I don’t kid myself: people who are so cold that they can desecrate the dead are cold enough to assassinate the living. If they could get a pool going to whack me (and keep their names out of it) they would do so immediately. I’ll bet the megamedia would pay megabucks to shut your captain’s operation down. Wasted money, I say. I’m dying from exasperation with Boy George’s Quicksand War (and I’ve got dibs on the phrase, damn it!). The dimwitted dynast is letting the Army sink deeper and deeper down, and he thinks the UN or NATO is going to throw him a line? He’s only kidding himself. The whole world that we dissed is disgusted and distant. They want to see King George take a fall because they had sense enough to see him for a wannabe cowboy who always wanted a real cowboy-and-Indian fracas, as long as he wasn’t doing any of the fighting himself!
But the Infowall is budging! No one is denying a damn thing, and they’re letting me talk to them. That’s likely because of the kind of grass roots support y’all are creating. Keep finding ways of getting the message out. Invent ideas all the way from Cro-Magnon to Cyber-spatial. Let’s show those damned computers just one last time that we are running them, and let’s make them our weapons. You have before you the one weapon against which the Bushlings have not concocted countermeasures: the Internet. I remember a talk with Frank Michel in better days, before the war. We would smoke cigars and down brews and exchange the kind of gossip that put you in the local infoloop. Well, one night we were together and we got to talking about whether the net would replace the networks and press in the news area…
“Never happen,” Frank said “’cause people need someone to filter the crap out and tell ‘em what’s behind it.” I didn’t know whether he was right or not then, and I don’t know if he’ll be right in the future, but I damn sure know he’s wrong today!
You have creativity in places where I don’t even have places, and I am in awe of it. I always learned most by leading, and never more than now. The net is our network – make it work. Hammer the key players. Call some of the entities and people I have identified, or call their employers. Someone call the complaints department. Give your most obnoxious child twenty dollars and twenty telephone numbers for people you want to stir up!
The war is collapsing, the budget is weak, and anyone who thinks that things are going to get better had better get smart. Go back and read my essays. Hell, the politicians and the press are just acting out what looks like a script I’ve written for them. How can it be? No one owns me, folks, and that’s the simple truth. There can be no wisdom where there is servitude, but when you’re really a free thinker things become apparent. [Editor’s emphasis] The Founders had a word for it: disinterested. Seems to me that the Gospels put the point pretty clearly: Remember the part where a rich boy wants to become a follower of the Lord? Well, what does Jesus answer? C’mon, I’m a damned infidel, but even I know the answer: “Give all you have to the poor, and follow me.” (Private Kenneth, get me a book/chapter/verse on the Jesus quote, because I’m not so good…) Y’all recall that the rich boy didn’t take the bargain; he didn’t want to gamble real money on redemption. Well, we’re all gamblers around here, like it or not. Poor folks play the lottery, rich folks play the market, the nation plays Russian roulette, and I play the fool. (How am I doing?) We’ve got to focus on the game, because the only sure thing is that the less focused people lose at every game from dominoes and national domination.
Let’s be straight about what we are doing. We are fighting the Second American Revolution. This country will either experience a rebirth of freedom or it will endure the growth of tyranny. [Editor’s emphasis]
We are the new Underground Railroad. We’re infiltrating mainstream thought to save folks from ignorance. We’re going to school the slaves whose masters don’t want them to have understanding. It sounds like I’m talking about Southern Slaves, doesn’t it? Well, I’m talking about everybody, north, south, east and west. The slaves I’m talking about are citizens, but words don’t mean much nowadays. Read Grandpa Orwell, children. Citizen is simply the nicest thing you can call a slave.
Congress will soon make its move. Look for it after September 11. I think they’ll hold off out of respect for the dead until then. Respect for our dead? No, but let’s let them feel humanity in any way they can. They need it.