- Maybe I'm already sufficiently hunkered down; safely
ensconced in my leaky trailer; barricaded against the onslaughts to come;
insulated from the contrived catastrophes that get worse with each new
assault; prepared for the biological barrage our masters have scheduled
for us to cull this feckless human herd and make their sinister existences
even more profitable; as fortified as I can be against the imminent financial
collapse about to engulf us all, at least for someone who earns his meager
coins by hurling reckless adjectives at all these endless crimes against
- After all, they haven't come for me yet. But will they
come next week?
- Oh, I am so prudent. I remove the magnetic antiwar sticker
from my trunk in certain rural parking lots so the rednecks won't trash
my car. Mmm, such courage. And sagacity. And always the darting eyes of
man hazardously at large in an alien world. Who the hell are all these
people, and why are practically all of them fast asleep?
- Never have I heard so much talk as over the past few
years about people wanting to escape from warmongering America. I get postcards
from Costa Rica, cryptic e-mails from Thailand, letters about how nice
it is in Denmark or Portugal or Brazil, all from people who have shucked
that furtive sense of panic that still grips many people with actually
functioning souls who remain uneasily in their decaying United States.
- Once I wrote that we shouldn't run off to foreign places,
that the best of us should stay and fight for what is truly ours. But who
can blame those of us who are intimidated by the widespread lack of support
for values and actions that are truly humane. What's the score now? About
six people in the entire Congress who are apt to tell the unvarnished truth
about anything? And not a single newspaper.
- To not be afraid is to be stupid.
- I have already received several notes from people who
journeyed to Oklahoma City recently especially to see me. I had volunteered
to go and participate in the group analysis of a previous disaster, now
several incidents removed from the current affront to all things decent
and holy, which is of course the continuing massacre of innocents in a
faraway country whose oil America wishes to steal.
- Some of you may remember that I canceled my appearance,
essentially because of three things: extreme poverty; disenchantment with
the overly respectful (and hence, IMHO, futile) way the organizers of the
event planned to discuss this clear case of mass murder of American citizens
by the American government. And, of course, fear of flying. I love to fly.
But I wish to avoid having my orifices scrutinized by minimum wage Homeland
- More to the point in my recent field of vision were the
hundreds of letters that have recently blessed me with tokens of appreciation
for my efforts at describing how so-called humans can be so inhuman. We're
talking cold hard cash here, folks, and book orders. In between my scribbled
rants that often show up in the most unexpected places, I eke out an austere
living by selling my books, in which I have collected these very rants.
I am always uneasy about asking for support, and always humbled by the
sincere ways in which many people respond.
- People (them again) always ask me, "How can you
read all those horrible stories day after day and not be affected by them;
how can you keep from slitting your wrists?" or something along those
lines. It's a question I don't usually answer.
- But when I try to, I think of that series of photos taken
at a checkpoint in Iraq in which triggerhappy U.S. troops shot first and
asked questions later, later to find six terrified and bleeding children
in the car that rolled to a stop. I think of that little bleeding girl
screaming over her butchered parents, and U.S. soldiers wearing masks to
hide their identities from the photographer. That little girl is my boss.
And the rage I feel at the people who put her in that position, I'm telling
you, is simply more than you want to hear. Why do I do what I do, and how
can I stand what I have to look at? I work for that little girl, and if
you don't too, then you have a problem with me.
- Because if you don't work for her, that means you're
an accomplice to mass murder (which as Americans, we all are), and that
means I'm going to seriously kick your ass if I get the chance, although
as you have rightly guessed by now, it will only be verbally and from a
- Likewise, I work for the souls of those kids in that
Murrah building daycare center so righteously snuffed out by all those
federal employees who were warned not to go to work that day. Which is
why I got somewhat upset by the relatively inferential (as opposed to confrontational)
intent of the organizers who had chronicled the irrefutable evidence that
the OKC attack on humanity was not about a renegade pseudopatriot with
a truck bomb, but about a government conducting an experiment on its population's
social alienation from reality. Which spectacularly continues, meaning
the experiment was a success.
- I wrote a story for that group, but they didn't want
it because they already had plenty of good ones (especially by Pat Shannan
and Craig Roberts), and I know it's only a fool who quotes himself, but
here's part of what I wrote:
- Your silence guarantees
- more phony disasters
- American cowardice triumphs as the facts
- of the OKC bombing remain concealed
- They come into your town, commit some unpardonable crime,
then disappear into the night.
- The cops follow, explain the event in some way that absolutely
does not make sense, some luckless patsy is put on trial, convicted by
a judge who excludes most of the relevant evidence, and the patsy is executed.
- Case closed, the government tells you.
- The next day the ad-filled newspapers embellish the official
version. Legislation is then passed to prevent the contrived atrocities
they took such pains to explain.
- But as you contemplate the blazing memory of the sight
of your beloved children exploded into little bloody pieces or crushed
by fallen debris, you wonder what you should say, what you can do.
- When you attempt to express your doubts about what happened,
you are looked upon with a nervous terror by your neighbors. You receive
unmistakable messages that you really shouldn't go there, out of concern
for your own health, your own future.
- The messages include newspaper reports of others who
didn't heed this advice and were discovered in some odd place after their
puzzling and unexpected suicides.
- So the message gets through to most, and a brittle silence
engulfs the land.
- After awhile, those who continue to speak about the incompatibility
of what was written down and what they saw with their own eyes begin to
be tolerated as amusing oddities, embarrassing gadflies, whimsical conspiracy
- The voluminous dossiers of suppressed facts they have
compiled are regarded as mere evidence of their quirkiness, and can never
supplant the initial impression that the popular cover story has hazed
over the general populace, anesthetizing the consensus thought process
like some warm, familiar blanket, which most refuse to realize is permeated
with a smallpox of the mind.
- "Well, we know it was those damned terrorists,"
is the repeated mantra. "That's why we make war on them."
- "You don't want to put yourself in a place you know
you can't go," say others, reviving a variation of the old canard
that you can't fight city hall, and thereby guaranteeing that the sudden
act of vicious tragedy will happen again in some other town, and be followed
by the same process of phony explanation, prosecuted patsy, and ultimately
suppressed knowledge of what really happened.
- It is the one consistent pattern of American history.
The majority don't really know what happened, and are terrified to challenge
the official version lest they be blackballed by their cowardly neighbors,
or worse, ruined or killed by the same shadowy, unidentified forces who
perpetrated the original crime and then covered it up.
- For those who disregard the obvious dangers and continue
to speak the truth as they perceive it, the rewards are bittersweet and
- OK. Now, from that point on, I attempted to discuss specifics
I had learned, mostly from organizers Charles Key and Chris Emery. The
story gets pretty involved, and I had garbled some of those facts. So in
the rush to put together their program, they didn't have time to instruct
me on every point, and the story didn't get published. That's OK by me.
No biggie. Their task was humongous. The event was, according to some,
a great success, in that at least California Rep. Dana Rohrabacher is mulling
over the possibility of reopening an investigation into allegations that
McVeigh and Nichols were assisted in handling explosives by the FBI. But
as I said before, it will accomplish nothing. Too many paid-off shills
in the way. This a political sop. The OKC coverup continues.
- And what is worse is that the confidence of some of us
who care has been badly shaken, mostly by the decision to invite reactionary
politician Bob Barr as the featured speaker at the OKC 10th anniversary
probe and gathering. It comes to me as a terrible shock that the very center
of the resistance movement to the government's coverup in OKC may, in fact,
be rotten to the core.
- So I, in my own way, continue on my atrocity watch, not
to dabble in the lurid and duplicitous for its own titillating sake, but
to analyze the inexplicable self-destructive behavior of humans and perhaps
by talking about it, ameliorating it. Perhaps by understanding it, detoxifying
- I tend to link OKC and Waco together in my mind. They
were both unexplained government atrocities in the early 1990s, and some
people accepted the government's phony aspersions about the Patriot movement
doing OKC in retaliation for Waco. But just the other day, a dozen years
after federal troops incinerated all those women and children in that farmhouse,
I finally heard the most plausible story of what I think really happened.
- Now, as many of you know, I tend to reject out-of-hand
any contentions that we are ruled by supernatural forces, be they angelic
or alien. In my simple mind, it just makes life too complicated. Yet, you
must accept valid information where you find it, which is sometimes in
unexpected places. And you can't let your own paradigms and beliefs get
in the way of hearing what you need to hear. The penalty for that is the
ugly world we have now.
- Over time, I have received many recommendations to check
out a website that utilizes as its chief metaphorical theme communication
with a group of extraterrestrials known as Cassiopaeans. Having seriously
dabbled with many New Age subjects in the early '90s and found the genre
as riddled as the Patriot movement with creepy charlatans and egotistical
psychos, I tend to dismiss such recommendations out-of-hand. But that is
not to say it can all be dismissed in such a way.
- When you look at the work of Laura Knight-Jadczyk and
her physicist husband Arkadius, fast-buck operators seeking to harvest
cash from seances is not what you see. I'm not sure that sending you to
<http://www.cassiopaea.com/cassiopaea/ adventureindex.htm> is the
proper way into their insightful milieu, but it's the way I went in. And
I have no intention to commenting right now on the validity of the worth
of their Quantum Future School or perceptions that are beyond the grasp
of my own, but what I did find in their site at this very link - <http://www.cassiopaea.org/cass/organic_portals.htm>
- was a fascinating examination of the nature of psychopathy, which in
my mind bears very directly on the situation we are all facing in this
messed up world today.
- I know this explanation is getting a little long, but
bear with me. As you know, we all have been looking for a way to explain
the behavior and the rude and rapacious men who run our world, who are
running it into the ground. They are not like us (or, they are not like
me, I don't know about you, really).
- One of the more fascinating and enigmatic explanations
of what is actually happening in the world today is put forth by British
phenom David Icke, whose many books and lectures have posited that the
powers that be are actually reptilian shapeshifters, cold blooded in the
truest sense. Many people find that assertion preposterous, and turn away.
I've always related to it in a metaphorical sense, and in any case respect
Icke for being one of the bravest men in the world for even attempting
to tackle problems in the way he does.
- But given my queasy uneasiness with such fanciful interpretations,
I sometimes feel choosing to go to this level can be a distraction from
the problems themselves. Not so with Laura Knight-Jadczyk's explanation
- the mask of sanity. And the assertion of the Quantum Future School that
the official culture in America is a natural state of psychopathy. Hey!
You only need to read a newspaper that the assertion is true. I highly
recommend this information. Go to http://www.cassiopaea.com/cassiopaea/psychopath.htm
- But let me first synopsize my understanding of it, and
tell you about the event that triggered Waco, because it bears on the tragedy
and disappointing drive to unearth the truth about Oklahoma City. (I know
this is convoluted; thank you for your patience.)
- >From one of Laura's reviews of a book titled "The
Mask of Sanity" by Hervey Cleckley comes this description:
- ... a person who is able to mimic the human personality,
but who leaves the impression that something is not there. They have a
personality structure which "functions in a manner apparently identical
with that of normal, sane functioning" and yet when all is said and
done, "we are dealing here not with a complete man at all but with
something that suggests a subtly constructed reflex machine which can
mimic the human personality perfectly" to the point that "no
one who examines him in a clinical setting can point out in scientific
or objective terms why, or how, he is not real."
- In my own search to identify who some have called "biorobots,"
I find that when Knight-Jadczyk draws upon the work of Cleckley and the
Russian exile Boris Mouravieff and labels half the human population "organic
portals," or people without souls, she is right on target in explaining
why the newspaper headlines are the way they are these days, or have always
- I know. It should come as no surprise to me that people
don't always to the right thing. But this line of investigation strikes
me as the way to actually fix the problem, for all you out there who frequently
suggest I complain too much and don't do enough about proposing solutions.
Understanding this concept is definitely the beginning of a solution to
why the human race seems hellbent on destroying our planet.
- The Jadczyks, as I understand it, have had a hard time
with a fellow named Rick Ross, who once upon a time ran an outfit called
the Cult Awareness Network, which supposedly rescued runaway teens who
had been lured away from their parents by Moonies, Hare Krishnas and other
exotic thought processes.
- Yet it was Rick Ross and the Cult Awareness Network who
told Janet Reno that David Koresh was abusing children at his Waco compound.
And, of course, when you get into why he would do such a thing, and what
it all means, you of course get into - you guessed it, Zionist influence,
subterranean motivational activity that results in false flag operations
like COINTELPRO, and worse (if there can be something worse than COINTELPRO?).
- Observe, in this snippet lifted from <http://www.cassiopaea.org/cass/
- What a lot of people don't keep in mind is the fact that
COINTELPRO also concentrated on creating bogus organizations through which
hostile actions might be instigated and blamed on innocent third parties.
- In other words, creating bogus Palestinian Terrorists
to attack the World Trade Center is entirely within the tradition of COINTELPRO
- and we have seen, over and over again, a string of incidents when purported
"Islamic Terrorists" have been noted, but the FBI and CIA just
simply turn their heads and order their agents to stand down! One then
begins to wonder just WHO initiated the COINTELPRO idea in the FBI?
- We, or some of you out there, desperately need to put
the pieces together on all this. This describes Waco, Oklahoma City, and
the 9/11 massacres. We as a nation and as a species need to see who is
doing what to whom, to us, before it's too late.
- Now (don't hit me!), I said all that to say this.
- Or more precisely, to let someone else say this. One
of the letters I received from someone who traveled to the disappointing
Oklahoma City protest had this to say (I'm not sure if I should use his
name or not, given the nature of the subject matter):
- Beam me up, Scotty! Yeah, the Cognitive Dissonance is
ringing in my ears, it's so strong. A Dallas-local NewAge-ey speaker gave
a talk last year on America's Shadow, in which he pretty accurately (but
not totally completely) laid out a list of "our" continuing atrocities,
dating from the 1800s. Very interesting and informative, and right in
line with what I had already discovered that had me disparaging my parents
and grandparents for blindly and blithely ignoring in their time; going
along to get along until it gets to me and its a steaming heap of manure
so high it obscures the horizon.
- By the time I've come to awareness of the depth of the
problem and the real issues, its an un-winnable situation. The media's
sewn up. The voting process is totally co-opted. Whistleblowers are regularly
and severely dealt with. The economic situation is getting ratcheted down
to where the "middle class" becomes a term applying to the 1950s
through the '70s; a historical footnote. Yet there is still so much residual
inflationary "prosperity" that anyone and their kid brother can
still float a loan on a new SUV. An economic sugar cube trail into a box
canyon with debt in hot pursuit!
- But, John, I've crashed some of the Homey Land security
meets and listened to talks that will never make the cyclops tube. There
is no going back. Even your words so far, which will echo in cyberspace
long after you've made your decision to stay and slug it out or bail -
those will not be forgotten.
- If you had made it to OKC to speak, you could have listened
to Gen. Partin and seen a few charts he held up. He maintains it's the
same plan being carried out here that's been done throughout the world.
Cut to the chase - when control is really consolidated, when level Red
is reached, it's round-up time. You, me, and anyone that cracked a joke
at the wrong party, you're a marked man. Know it. Everything now is just
- So, what to do? I'm probably the wrong person to offer
an opinion, because I'm sitting here with two little scars on my chest
... the nearest guess I have is from a Taser hit 10 or 11 months ago.
One of the wounds would not heal until I pulled a small piece of shirt
material out with tweezers. I still have the shirt with the holes in it.
Meanwhile, I developed a nice bruise over a vein inside my right elbow.
I really wish they'd use the left, y'know. Hard to hide the bruise when
you're shaking hands, etc. I'm missing no more than 3 to 5 hours of time
I can't account for, but after all this time I've only got a vague memory
of what transpired, and one or two faces I might recognize; nothing more.
And I'm really hoping I'll recover the whole thing, but not successful
so far. So much for being an objective journalist!
- So, what was this? This is how Homeland Security develops
witnesses for their secret courts. And this is why they cannot reveal
their sources. They're using you, or in this case, me, as a witness against
ourselves. That's my best guess. Payback for me getting too close. Can
I reasonably conclude different? If I had been involved in planning anything
nefarious I am sure I wouldn't be typing this note to you now. As it is,
I'm just a truth seeker who found enough to speak out occasionally. And
because I have some moral sense, no, it is not okay what they have done
and are doing to people. It is diabolical.
- So, here's my challenge. Even if you decide to quit,
can you, really? After what I've been through, I can't. I'm still out
there gathering crumbs dropped by the cryptocracy, trying to make sense
of it. When I don't have "real" work, I paint houses; do deliveries;
anything to keep the bill collectors at bay til I can get back to my real
work, my passion. It's not dedication, per se.
- When you truly understand what's coming, can you do anything
else? Can you?
- So there I sat, and here I sit. I hear the train coming.
I see the light of Code Red blazing deadly in the dreams of my vision.
I see the psychopaths driving the train. I am not an Organic Portal, though
they are. I am a deer in the headlights. And they are the hunters.
- All I ever promised was to keep pounding on this keyboard
until the very last moment.
- John Kaminski is a writer who lives on the Gulf Coast
of Florida, who makes his living writing stories like this one, which are
seen on hundreds of websites around the world, and collected into anthologies
which he sells on his website, http://www.johnkaminski.com/