In light of a new "food safety" bill designed to kill-off wholesome food production, I think it is a good time to publish a story that I submitted to one of my publishers in April 2009. It was about a similar bill to S.510 which is now at hand.
"In my American life as a peanut butter-eater, I have never heard of salmonella associated with peanuts. As recently as last month, according to employees at a local grocery store, there have been salmonella-peanut concerns.
It is my inference that this salmonella scare is a manipulation of industry to plant the seeds of fear in consumers the same way that 9/11 did about international terrorism. In the case of food poisoning, consumers are made paranoid about where the next deadly batch will turn up. Like 9/11, it only has to happen once to establish pretext for whatever freedom-raping law that the globalists want to pass next.
Once people are good and scared, they will submit to anything. By chopping off a few heads in a public place, you can wield a reign of terror over a whole nation. As demonstrated by the French, Bolshevik and Cuban revolutions, all you have to do is put some blood in the street and most people will do what you want.
Similarly in lesser scenarios, one can intimidate the consumer masses by tainting select distributions of their food supply. All it takes is a pinch of bio-terror in a vat of peanut butter. Then you let public opinion carry the rest. Have a similar taint show up in a bit of spinach and now you have good medium for cultivating fear about eating anything in America -- fertile loam for sinking deep the roots of a Communist Manifesto Bill like HR-875.
Bolshevik crop-seizures come to mind. They wanted to shut down independent farming because food was priceless in a Russian winter. It gave the Kulak independence from communist regime. Kulaks were the last hold-outs against the Bolshevik reign of terror in Russia and the Ukraine. They were finally conquered because their crops were seized and granaries burned. This had the same tactical effect as cutting the supply lines of your enemy. Starvation is a guaranteed strategy for crippling resistance of any kind. Ask the people of Gaza.
The recent salmonella scares are ways to snow Americans into thinking that organic, independently-farmed food is unwholesome. Baloney. Buy the food -- don't buy the ruse. Presently, major grocery stores are importing produce from Third World countries where sanitation and purity are no guarantee. Yet they are raking our farmers over the coals to comply with arbitrary fine print written to exasperate, confuse, demoralize, wear-down and deject our produce growers.
These directives are written to threaten and intimidate our food-producers with high fines and imprisonment for failure to comply with sadistically-rigid and unreasonable rules. These new rules are tortuous with run-on sentences and sub-paragraphs. The strategy of such text is inundation. There are rules upon rules and stipulations upon stipulations. The fine print goes on for miles.
I think of one whose team of percheron is silhouetted against fuchsia Southern Maryland dawn. He wears a black hat and suspenders. I would buy my seedlings and petunias from his family every spring. They birth and bury their own. Eschew electricity and MTV. No mind of theirs, nor house nor barn is a devil's workshop. Their berries are as sweet and pure as their daughters. I can't imagine not getting my seasonal produce from such people. What they raise from the earth is as clean and wholesome as their Christian families. They were meant to grow our food.
These new food-production rules were written to break the spirit of the American farmer -- someone whose honest work has long been the backbone and foundation of our country. "Professions," an English poet once wrote, "are lucrative to the inverse of their usefulness." The farmer earns a pittance for his labours while the movie-star and Freudian "therapist" make a fortune, for example.
The question to ask is why does it pay to spread the manure of Marxism while the producers of our vital yield are punished?"
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Shark Fin Soup
(** This story just ran in a national weekly. But the editing was so heavy that I did not recognize my own writing. They dumbed it down and ugly'ed it up. And withheld my photography. The editor inserted technical data that was incorrect and that I never wrote. Because of their blatant attack on my pen-hand and creepy dis-info, here is what I really wrote. Larded with pictures of what I wrote about.)
Shark Fin Soup
On the roof of our 2010 vehicle was mounted a small plastic shark fin. It was black and rose two and one half inches from its base. I liked everything about the truck except this curious gadget that looked like a prop from the Jetsons cartoon. It stuck out like a sore thumb and ruined the looks of our truck for certain. But that was only the tip of the iceberg.
After a couple of days I pried the gadget off with an oyster knife. It was easy to pop off with no damage to the roof -- save what was already done by the hole they drilled at the factory. The device was attached to three thick wires of different color: brown, black and blue.
I pulled the wires from the hole and cut them with pruning clippers. Easy as pie. Now I had a hole in the roof. Nothing a little duct tape didn’t fix until the epoxy.
Under good lighting I set about dismantling the sturdy gadget. For something so small and apparently plastic, it sure weighed a lot. So I was doubly curious to see what was inside this thing. Upon turning it over, I saw how nondescript it was. More breeze to my flame.
The underside was heavy metal with a small white sticker. It had a bar code, a long number and “Made In China” written on it. The cryptic trade name, “RecepTec” was listed below the bar code number. The base was riveted into the shark fin with one-way screws. They were machined-in deep with the kind of heads that few would have in a tool box. It struck me that whatever was inside had to be something they did not want us to know. The breeze on my flame kicked up a notch.
I was holding an oyster knife, my father-in-law’s all purpose miracle tool. My lip began to quiver like Peter O’Toole’s a few seconds before he yelled, “No prisoners!” I was cracking this nut and if it took a sledge hammer.
Because the fin was encased in battle armor and secured like CIA’s inner sanctum, it had to contain at least the glint of King Tut’s Tomb. So with my sturdy waterman tool I went to work. Leaning into each screw I turned the knife slowly and sure enough, out they came, one-by-one. And there came the glint of gold bearing the name of Laird Technologies.
Inside the shark fin was concealed what looks like a computer circuit board with two chips. Apparently somebody invested big money and computer programming in this little gadget. There was a silver satellite antenna jutting into the hollow fin compartment that works with the GPS (global positioning system) tracker in the vehicle.
In the case of our truck, we got the low-end options package. We just wanted horse power and a four-wheel drive. So it did not come with a GPS-navigator which is why most people would want a satellite antenna.
Despite the low-end options package, I noticed how our truck was equipped with an OnStar Network interface and satellite radio. The OnStar registration was rabidly pushed at the car dealer’s. So much so that a man got into the truck with my husband, reached over his head and began the registration process without asking if it was even desired.
Based on their website, Laird Technologies is the world leader in automotive smart antennas. They combine multiple radio frequency functions along with satellite tracking systems, telemetrics, available biometrics and audio interface by a discreetly-placed microphone somewhere in your car. (http://www.lairdtech.com/)
Once OnStar has your name and vehicle in their database, they can track your every move via cell phone tower. With a tiny microphone in your car, they can also eavesdrop at the click of a computer mouse. They can measure your body weight from the airbag device in the seats. This and the timbre of your voice can be used as biometrics.
The convenient pretexts for all this privacy invasion are OnStar roadside assistance (they dial 911 for you , but you can dial it just as easily), BlueTooth (you can get a headset for your cell phone and talk hands-free without BlueTooth, however), GPS that may not even come with your car, and Satellite radio.
Telemetrics is a more scary thing. It puts a computer in the driver’s seat and the driver at the mercy of a computer. They can lock up a steering wheel. Your car doors can now be locked and unlocked remotely. Via wireless interface, your car can speed up, slow down or be turned off. This can be done in override mode per OnStar’s theft-protection plan.
With Laird’s gadget on your roof, a car is wired for remote control.
Addendum: Neither http://www.acdelco.com/index.jsp nor the GM owner's manual address this gadget. AC Delco lists it simply as an antenna. No details about the part are given. A hush-hush device as an understatement. I think the question "why" is answered squarely by my photography.
Addendum: Neither http://www.acdelco.com/index.jsp nor the GM owner's manual address this gadget. AC Delco lists it simply as an antenna. No details about the part are given. A hush-hush device as an understatement. I think the question "why" is answered squarely by my photography.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
The Oaks
According to the lore of Theosophy, the flagship of the New Age, they call it a ray. Each soul operates under the auspices of a ray that emanates down from the Logos -- they say. The Greek term Logos in this context, means a governing force from whence all existence originates.
The literal translation of Logos means word. You might recall John 1:1, "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God."
According to the books of New Age writers, there are seven rays that govern seven inherent dispositions. The one that concerns me here is the Blue Ray. The First Ray. That would be your coveted oak persona.
When you took that personality test in college (or at your corporate workplace during the "How to Be A Team-player" seminar), they categorized your disposition/worldview based on how you answered their questions. You were either a leader or a follower. Obsequious or dominant. Crisp or wishy-washy. Firm or malleable. Servile or regal. A herd beast or independent thinker.
This disposition is inborn/inherent/innate. They were ferreting out the George S. Pattons apparently, seeing as General Patton was used to describe the oak personality on the questionnaire that I filled out.
Oaks make the establishment nervous because they are charismatic. They can command an audience like John F. Kennedy or Adolf Hitler. They have the bearing, carriage and demeanor of a desert horse. Can hold an audience spellbound in the palm of their hand. Nobody looks away form a speaker who mesmerizes with eloquence and diaphragm. Oaks are natural leaders and dynamic public speakers.
At the end of the personality assessment, you probably learned that among you, there was one or less Patton types. And everybody's head snapped around to see who it was. Oaks are rare among men and unheard of among women.
All it takes is one to govern a province or command an army. Because two cooks in the kitchen is a recipe for disaster.
In my last entry on The Shockwave (http://shpearson.wordpress.com/2010/08/01/the-trees/) the concept of the "the oaks" is discussed from RUSH's song lyrics. Employing parable, I take my training from Jesus of Nazareth. He cast broad His pearls before a multitude so great -- that He had a boat pushed off from the shore so that His delivery could be farther spread and better heard. From the deck of a fishing boat the Lord issued the Word.
Despite the nullification of God's independent mind in the Buddhist sense, (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seven_rays#Metaphysics_of_the_seven_rays), His Law seems to be all that makes life worth living down here and beyond the mortal coil. Without it, we are rudderless and purposeless. Cast adrift. Loveless. Homeless.
The seer, holy man, mystic, yogi, shaman, and swami have had a peek beyond organic physics. So has the sorcerer. What do they say?
"Like attracts like" is the universal law that governs the Ghost World which permeates all (Ephesians 6:12). You won't get an argument from mystics like Robert Bruce about it. Or any of the New Age gang. There is a corresponding look, smell and feel to all sentiment in the spirit. The witches know it. And so do the Saints.
When God forbids witchcraft He forbids manipulation of the spiritual places for one's own selfish gain or for working evil deeds. It is a simple concept, the Law of God. "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you." If you follow the Golden Rule we get a better world. Sweet and simple. Anyone can understand it. Anyone can follow this rule. But few people do.
That's where the oaks come in. Emanating from God comes an oak -- A king, leader or potentate. Some righteous Godly sovereign who is in deference to God. One who does nothing for his vainglory, but for the love of his people.
A good sovereign has nothing to prove among men. He is already king. His fealty is only to God. Which serves God's end. Not the oak's will, but God's be done. That is the design if things are working right.
If people could govern themselves there would be no need for oaks. But man's will is fallible.
The difference between Saints and witches is that a witch says, "my will be done." And the Saint says, "Thy will be done."
Charles Webster Leadbeater, Alice Bailey and their metaphysicians can park their astral bodies on the side of the road to Damascus. They can travel to that point in the road where Saul the Pharisee got zapped by the Light, was knocked to the ground, and Jesus said, "Saul, Saul, why persecutest thou me?" Charles and Alice can witness the moment where Saul became Paul. (Acts of the Apostles, Chapter 9). How 'bout them apples, Alice?
St. Paul, Moses, Mohammad, John the Baptist, Socrates and Isaiah were oaks. Generals Jackson, Lee and Patton were oaks. John F. Kennedy, George Washington and Thomas Jefferson were oaks. Martin Luther and Father Charles Coughlin were oaks. By their fruits you knew them. As currently Pakistan, besieged by intrigue, lies and weather, knows her beloved Syed Zaid Zaman Hamid by his fruit.
The words in Mein Kampf read like they were written by an oak. What "history" is on the books about the author was written by the maples, cranked from their publishing houses and is purveyed in all maple media. Keep this in mind when reading about Adolf Hitler.
The oaks always have the same enemies. For the sake of parable, we employ RUSH's song about the trees. The maples are the bad guys. Whose ugly heads have reared throughout history. They were the same bunch on the receiving end of Moses' chastisement after he came back and found them worshipping Moloch (their fabricated golden calf god) to whom they sacrificed their newborn babies by tossing them into the fire. They beat drums during this ritual to drown-out the screams of their infants. These are their fruits.
Today the maples join hands across all oceans. They have purchased corporations whose technologies run and control civilised infrastructure world-wide. They pay your salaries. Reward your fealty. Punish your resistance. Purchase your politicians. And write your laws.
The Law that maples seek to trample under foot is the Law of the Oaks -- The Law of God.
Full circle? I give you Saint Paul of Christendom. He wrote most of the Books in the New Testament (many from prison). And started out in the world as a worst-case maple. He was a Christian-persecuting Pharisee. After God confronted him on that road to Damascus, Saul turned from maple to oak on a dime. And rose from the road, a Saint of God. There Saul became Paul. He has my whole heart. As does any man who turns from his maple ways to embrace the Law of God.
The literal translation of Logos means word. You might recall John 1:1, "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God."
According to the books of New Age writers, there are seven rays that govern seven inherent dispositions. The one that concerns me here is the Blue Ray. The First Ray. That would be your coveted oak persona.
When you took that personality test in college (or at your corporate workplace during the "How to Be A Team-player" seminar), they categorized your disposition/worldview based on how you answered their questions. You were either a leader or a follower. Obsequious or dominant. Crisp or wishy-washy. Firm or malleable. Servile or regal. A herd beast or independent thinker.
This disposition is inborn/inherent/innate. They were ferreting out the George S. Pattons apparently, seeing as General Patton was used to describe the oak personality on the questionnaire that I filled out.
Oaks make the establishment nervous because they are charismatic. They can command an audience like John F. Kennedy or Adolf Hitler. They have the bearing, carriage and demeanor of a desert horse. Can hold an audience spellbound in the palm of their hand. Nobody looks away form a speaker who mesmerizes with eloquence and diaphragm. Oaks are natural leaders and dynamic public speakers.
At the end of the personality assessment, you probably learned that among you, there was one or less Patton types. And everybody's head snapped around to see who it was. Oaks are rare among men and unheard of among women.
All it takes is one to govern a province or command an army. Because two cooks in the kitchen is a recipe for disaster.
In my last entry on The Shockwave (http://shpearson.wordpress.com/2010/08/01/the-trees/) the concept of the "the oaks" is discussed from RUSH's song lyrics. Employing parable, I take my training from Jesus of Nazareth. He cast broad His pearls before a multitude so great -- that He had a boat pushed off from the shore so that His delivery could be farther spread and better heard. From the deck of a fishing boat the Lord issued the Word.
Despite the nullification of God's independent mind in the Buddhist sense, (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seven_rays#Metaphysics_of_the_seven_rays), His Law seems to be all that makes life worth living down here and beyond the mortal coil. Without it, we are rudderless and purposeless. Cast adrift. Loveless. Homeless.
The seer, holy man, mystic, yogi, shaman, and swami have had a peek beyond organic physics. So has the sorcerer. What do they say?
"Like attracts like" is the universal law that governs the Ghost World which permeates all (Ephesians 6:12). You won't get an argument from mystics like Robert Bruce about it. Or any of the New Age gang. There is a corresponding look, smell and feel to all sentiment in the spirit. The witches know it. And so do the Saints.
When God forbids witchcraft He forbids manipulation of the spiritual places for one's own selfish gain or for working evil deeds. It is a simple concept, the Law of God. "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you." If you follow the Golden Rule we get a better world. Sweet and simple. Anyone can understand it. Anyone can follow this rule. But few people do.
That's where the oaks come in. Emanating from God comes an oak -- A king, leader or potentate. Some righteous Godly sovereign who is in deference to God. One who does nothing for his vainglory, but for the love of his people.
A good sovereign has nothing to prove among men. He is already king. His fealty is only to God. Which serves God's end. Not the oak's will, but God's be done. That is the design if things are working right.
If people could govern themselves there would be no need for oaks. But man's will is fallible.
The difference between Saints and witches is that a witch says, "my will be done." And the Saint says, "Thy will be done."
Charles Webster Leadbeater, Alice Bailey and their metaphysicians can park their astral bodies on the side of the road to Damascus. They can travel to that point in the road where Saul the Pharisee got zapped by the Light, was knocked to the ground, and Jesus said, "Saul, Saul, why persecutest thou me?" Charles and Alice can witness the moment where Saul became Paul. (Acts of the Apostles, Chapter 9). How 'bout them apples, Alice?
St. Paul, Moses, Mohammad, John the Baptist, Socrates and Isaiah were oaks. Generals Jackson, Lee and Patton were oaks. John F. Kennedy, George Washington and Thomas Jefferson were oaks. Martin Luther and Father Charles Coughlin were oaks. By their fruits you knew them. As currently Pakistan, besieged by intrigue, lies and weather, knows her beloved Syed Zaid Zaman Hamid by his fruit.
The words in Mein Kampf read like they were written by an oak. What "history" is on the books about the author was written by the maples, cranked from their publishing houses and is purveyed in all maple media. Keep this in mind when reading about Adolf Hitler.
The oaks always have the same enemies. For the sake of parable, we employ RUSH's song about the trees. The maples are the bad guys. Whose ugly heads have reared throughout history. They were the same bunch on the receiving end of Moses' chastisement after he came back and found them worshipping Moloch (their fabricated golden calf god) to whom they sacrificed their newborn babies by tossing them into the fire. They beat drums during this ritual to drown-out the screams of their infants. These are their fruits.
Today the maples join hands across all oceans. They have purchased corporations whose technologies run and control civilised infrastructure world-wide. They pay your salaries. Reward your fealty. Punish your resistance. Purchase your politicians. And write your laws.
The Law that maples seek to trample under foot is the Law of the Oaks -- The Law of God.
Full circle? I give you Saint Paul of Christendom. He wrote most of the Books in the New Testament (many from prison). And started out in the world as a worst-case maple. He was a Christian-persecuting Pharisee. After God confronted him on that road to Damascus, Saul turned from maple to oak on a dime. And rose from the road, a Saint of God. There Saul became Paul. He has my whole heart. As does any man who turns from his maple ways to embrace the Law of God.
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