The End of Government
The Era of Lawlessness
There Is No Escape
While other people around me continually overreact to the small imperfections in our institutions and culture, any time I complain about anything, people tell me to stop worrying about it. When I tell stories of corruption and finally concede to millions of others that the time is fast approaching that Americans might have to overthrow the government, more than one person has told me that no one was hurting me at the moment and pointed out that none of the scandals in Washington affect me.
This is not entirely true. When politicians are able to get away with fraud and theft, and when they overtax and overregulate, it makes people less likely to invest and spend money. It hurts the economy. I end up paying more for milk and cookies. I have a harder time finding a job or buying a house. Of course, this is a small cost hidden among many other variables. My main concerns are that one day I might be a target for real persecution in the future if we don’t get a handle on things, but I had to admit my life wasn’t affected that much. Then it was.
I Just Wanted A House:
I watched all these issues unfold in the news but did nothing about it. Then it happened to me. I bought a mobile home in a mobile home park only to discover a year later that the park was going to close. Per New Hampshire law, I was given eighteen months to move out. I then discovered that mobile homes are often not mobile and can’t be put just anywhere. I was out thousands of dollars. Since I had already been evicted, it was unclear whether I had to pay rent during the eighteen months. Could I be evicted again? Every single one of my friends, family, and everyone else I talked to simply assumed I could not be. I called a lawyer, but was unable to get through or leave a message.
I searched through the real estate law for hints how to interpret the eviction. I discovered that if I had had a mortgage, the bank would have had the right to prohibit a transfer of ownership until they were paid off. Since I had borrowed from my retirement savings to buy the house, I understood that I was my own bank and would have to be compensated before I could move out. Unless the law explicitly states otherwise, that is the only way I know how to take it. I discovered elsewhere in the law that the state recognized my real estate interest in the property as well as that of the landowner. The Department of Justice website also spoke of overlapping rights in these situations. I also understood that the owner had no loss to claim if I did not pay rent since he could not bring anyone else into that spot for long if the park was closing. Most importantly, I found that if the judge sided against me, all I had to do in order to stay on the property was pay whatever it was deemed that I owed. I had talked to people who had been evicted and they told me this is how it works in normal landlord-tenant disputes.
I was actually surprised when I found out the landlord was still collecting rent. Following what I genuinely believed was the law, I held my ground. I knew the law. I wasn’t going to pay him just because he thought I should. Would you pay me just because I tell you to? Then buy all my books! It’s the law (as far as you know).
I was surprised again when he took me to court. I thought he would back off. I was very surprised when the judge sided against me, and even more surprised when I was given thirty days to move out whether I paid the rent or not. Something is profoundly wrong here. I lost thousands and thousands of dollars and was made homeless for following what I truly believed was the law. Either the judge is corrupt, or the law is misleadingly written. Either way, it is arbitrary rule.
Unlike the examples in previous chapters, I was there to see firsthand how injustice operates. I have more than enough evidence to prove the government a lawless enterprise.
If I can get in trouble for breaking the rules even after I have been extra careful to follow every rule, I have no incentive to ever follow any rule ever again. I am treated the same either way. In a world where Kim Davis is sent to jail for breaking a non-law that doesn’t exist and Hillary Clinton faces no consequences for her many crimes involving national security, I don’t even know what the rules are or who has the authority to make them. From now on, nobody can legitimately blame me for anything I do. I’m no longer listening.
I Just Wanted A Friend:
With all the talk in the news about sexual harassment and about missing the deteriorating mental health of those who go on to hurt people, I knew I had to tell my story. We hear over and over how warning signs are missed and that if we see something we should say something. Such policies do no one any good if we flagrantly ignore the warnings we are given and then punish the whistleblowers. Many years ago, I suspected a young lady of being sexually harassed and abused, as well as being a growing danger to herself and others due to deteriorating mental health, but no one I have reported to privately will listen. I also have documented proof that she has been abused and exploited by corrupt police officers who have so far been able to get away with it. I have tried repeatedly to engage the appropriate parties in the humblest of terms but have in response been subjected to repeated abuse myself.
Several years ago, I had a close friend that was having difficulty. She was impulsive and prone to mood swings. She had no friends other than me. She was easily stressed and I began to see signs of the beginnings of depression, something I had struggled with in the past. My heart went out to her, but the moment I began to reach out, before I had a chance to say what she most needed to hear, she abruptly withdrew from my life and I found it hard to get in contact with her.
Because neither her sister nor her parents would tell me what was going on, I started to imagine the worst. I imagined her spiraling deeper into depression. I imagined past incidents in my memory to be signs someone was sexually harassing her. I also remembered bruises and her improbable excuses of “clumsiness.” I imagined she might have been manipulated by her abusers into breaking off contact with me. I was worried sick. I considered going to the police even then, but I had no evidence to give them and I thought the situation probably didn’t quite rise to the level that merited their involvement yet. Given how deep and important our relationship had been to each of us, given that I really thought she was in danger from herself (and maybe others), and given that she had never explicitly told me herself to leave her alone, there was no way my conscience would let me give up on her so easily. I considered it my duty.
Bound by certainty in the moral necessity of my action, I poked around her college website to see if she had a mailbox I could mail a letter to. Instead, I found the counseling department. The webpage gives advice on how to deal with troubled students. It lists possible reasons to be concerned about someone, including reduced social interaction. It says not to be afraid to reach out to someone and let them know they are valued. It says that since people will often deny that they need help, not to be afraid to reach out to them again. It says that if they won’t listen, not to be afraid to ask a friend to talk with them and not to be afraid to refer them to the counseling department. I followed the advice on the website and referred her for counseling. While the counselor supported my sentiments and made me feel she was on my side, increasing my belief that I was on the right side of history, she told me she was not allowed to contact her to invite her to counseling. I had to try again.
I eventually found my friend’s public email. She had posted it wanting people to contact her about travel inquiries. If she could handle hearing from every random creep and scammer on the internet, surely she would be okay with hearing from me (her best friend). I sent a message of love and forgiveness, reminding her what we meant to each other, explaining why I was so worried about her, offering help if she was in danger, attempting to clear up any potential misunderstanding, and asking if she wanted to be friends again. Just in case, I also made it very clear that all she had to do was say the word, and I would never contact her again. My message was carefully crafted to be impossible to misunderstand and the very opposite of threatening. There is no way to construe it as harassment. I include statements such as, “I am writing down everything I ever wanted to tell you so that I will not have to contact you again,” and “If you won’t listen to me now, I’ll know that there is no point in contacting you again, but I still had to give you the chance,” and “You can always say no and I will always respect your space.”
The next thing I knew, I started receiving anonymous threats on my phone, warning me to stop contacting her. I again considered going to the police, but still thought it was too small an issue. At least I knew she had received my message. I had done all I could. She was then in God’s hands. It was over. While I was still mulling my options, I received notice that I was being sued for harassment a thousand miles away. She had gone to the police first!
Since I was still between jobs, I had no way to make the long trip to defend myself. I had no way to hire a lawyer. I explained this to the court clerk, but she told me that I could not phone or mail anything in. I guess there is no such thing as justice in America. In any case, since state law requires that THREE contacts be made to constitute harassment, not just ONE, I knew I would win the case even if I didn’t show up. There was no crime. The burden of proof is on the accuser.
I do not even believe the court has jurisdiction. I had sent her an email from another state, held on servers in yet another state, that she could have logged into and checked from anywhere in the world. I had never even visited her home city. Why did they think that was the proper place to hold the hearing?
The campus police were very unfair in their official statements about me. They took phrases from my email to her out of context, twisting them to mean the opposite of my intent, often ignoring phrases in between that directly contradicted their claims. Sometimes they would pull together phrases from opposite ends of the letter that were never meant to be used together. The worst part of all this is how they treated her. From her court statements I now understand that she is not only moody, but delusional and paranoid as well. If I had known she was this far gone, I never would have contacted her, but nobody would tell me anything! While I was trying to make her feel safe by letting her know I hadn’t given up on her, the police went out of their way to feed her fears. They even went to one of my old websites where I had posted illustrated short stories and decided that one of the characters looked like her, which was never my intent. They further implied that the associated scifi/adventure story was some sort of threat directed at her and then showed it to her, further feeding her fears and paranoia and creating conflict where none existed. What the police did is not only exploitation, it is abuse of the worst kind!!!
Let me be clear, this was not a mistake of overzealous policing, sacrificing my rights to protect hers, thinking that I might have been a threat and acting without proof. Rather, the police knew exactly what I was after and deliberately took advantage of her mental condition to build up a false case against me. There was no excuse. The police were not protecting her at all; they were the ones abusing her!
Even more disturbing, I saw in the police report that the counselor I spoke to who validated my feelings but refused to contact my friend to see if she would agree to counseling called the police on me herself. In turn, the police contacted my friend and told her that if she ever saw me on campus to call 911. No wonder she reacted to my email the way she did! After I was told She could not be contacted to help her, she gets contacted anyways in order to harm her!!! This is the exact opposite of what a sensible person would have done. Counselors should quiet our fears, not magnify them!
Several weeks later, I received notice that I had lost the case. I was shocked. I only found out much later that crimes of this sort are handled like traffic infractions and that anyone unable or unwilling to defend themselves on the assigned date is automatically declared guilty by default. No evidence from the plaintiff is necessary. It is fundamentally unfair and totally against the principles this country was built upon, but in this case it only meant that I was not allowed to have any contact with her for one year, which I had no intention of doing anyway since I now knew how messed up she was. I already got what I wanted.
I initially reacted by mailing the judge a letter explaining how he had messed up and asking that my reputation be restored. I thought he would either agree or ignore me. I did not know that he would call for a second hearing and put my friend through even more stress by forcing her to prove jurisdiction, but that is what he did. Because I did not show up at this second hearing either (which he knew I could not go to and was the WHOLE POINT of calling for the second hearing), I lost again and the original judgment stood. It was a complete waste of time and taxpayer dollars. This is a fundamentally corrupt court.
I had then considered going to the press with my story, but didn’t want to get my friend’s name all over the papers. I also considered suing, but did not want to put her through even more stress if the college decided to call her as a witness. I told myself that she was in no continuing danger since the case was over and she was graduating soon. I let them all get away with it.
The last thing I had to do in order to finally heal and move on was to tell the dean what had happened so that she could make sure it never happened to anyone else. It occurred to me that she might be in on the conspiracy, and would ignore me and then cover up any wrongdoing, but I had no way of knowing and still considered it my patriotic duty to at least let the authorities know the truth so they could decide what to do about it. I also filled out a report that was sent to the chief of police. Neither responded. I moved on. It was over…or so I believed.
One year later, I received notice that I was being summoned to court again! She was suing to extend the protection order! Again, I could not go. From reading her court statements I discovered that she had been shown my message to the police chief against my will! She claimed that it was a roundabout way to contact her! After telling them about what happened last time, they did the same thing again! After warning them about putting her through more unnecessary stress and building her fear, they put her through more unnecessary stress and built up her fear! After warning them about punishing whistleblowers, they were punishing the whistleblower! They could have ignored me and gotten away with it, but they just wouldn’t let the issue die!
I made preparations to talk to the media. I had to protect both her and myself and believed I had no other option. I planned on telling the college paper, the local papers, and every cable news network. I planned on contacting alumni to tell them how their college treated its vulnerable female students. I planned on calling the governor, the FBI, the president, and the United Nations Security Council. I even thought of contacting SETI so the whole galaxy would know. Eventually, I calmed down. The court date came and went and I was ordered not to contact her for two more years. I told myself that it was over and neither of us were in continuing danger, but I could not be sure.
I kept worrying what might come next. For months, I wondered if the next step was for them to claim I violated the no-contact order so they could drag me out of bed in the middle of the night. They had lied before, why not lie again? Since what happened to me was so lawless and so detached from truth, I fully expected that if I submitted to arrest, the cops might “Epstein” me while in custody and no one would know. Why would I ever submit to arrest? What do I have to gain? What do I lose by fighting back? Even worse, this all happened when I was caring for my grandfather and there was no one else who could do it. If anything happened to me, what would happen to him?
I worried over everything I posted online, thinking it would be construed as a threat just as before. I wanted to be a writer. How could I ever promote my fiction books or my non-fiction blogs safely? If I ever became a celebrity, would this story come out decades from now? I’d prefer it come out on my terms. Since I can’t conclusively rule out a future run for office, the story is likely to come out eventually one way or the other.
What is the right thing to do under these circumstances? My ex-friend is completely unpredictable. I had offered her the option to have me go away and she rejected it, preferring to keep me in her life by repeatedly taking legal action and harassing me. I had kept the story out of the news because I didn’t want to hurt her, but who knows how she might react? Nothing else she had done made any sense whatsoever. She is obviously so crazy that exposing her might not bother her at all. She might like it.
I had given the authorities information to better do their jobs, letting the police chief and dean know of crimes committed so they could decide what to do about them (if anything), and they attacked me. Do they not want people to report crimes? How can they do their jobs if nobody reports? How can they do their jobs without witnesses? Am I expected to take the law into my own hands instead? I thought that was frowned upon. Now I’m not so sure.
I had followed the advice on the counseling webpage exactly. The situation fit perfectly. So why were the police called? Does the college not want people to follow their advice? Why give it, then? Do they not want people to call the counselors? Why have counselors, then? Why have a phone line? I am so confused right now.
I still don’t know what I did wrong so that I can avoid doing it in the future. I have learned nothing. I can make no meaning out of the situation. There is no lesson to be learned here that could change my behavior. The world I live in is totally unpredictable and chaotic. Should I keep quiet, give up on her forever, and let the abuse possibly continue? Should I go full vigilante, capture the police, and put them on trial myself? Should I hop on one foot and sing happy birthday? Why not? What difference does it make?
I eventually let it go, but I still wonder whether I made the right decision. Is she happy? Has she made new friends? Does the guilt eat away at her? Has she hurt anyone else? Has she hurt herself? Is she really afraid of me and what I might do next? Is she even still alive?
There is nothing in this world that hurts more than pouring your heart and soul out to someone you think the world of and only want the best for, and having them completely miss the point and then throw you away like garbage. When this comes from the one person in your life who should understand you more than anyone else, and when you pride yourself as being a writer and good communicator, there is no such thing as ever getting over it. Ignoring the problem simply allows it to grow until it swallows you up and makes you as bad as they are.
“Madness, as you know, is like gravity. All It takes is a little push. Hahaha…” – The Joker, The Dark Knight, Batman
If I can get in trouble for breaking the rules even after I have been extra careful to follow every rule, I have no incentive to ever follow any rule ever again. I am treated the same either way. In a world where Kim Davis is sent to jail for breaking a non-law that doesn’t exist and Hillary Clinton faces no consequences for her many crimes involving national security, I don’t even know what the rules are or who has the authority to make them. From now on, nobody can legitimately blame me for anything I do. I’m no longer listening.
I Just Wanted Toilet Paper:
In 2013, I had wanted to quit politics entirely and focus on art and fiction, spreading joy and pointing the way to a better world. I did my best to avoid the news, but it was everywhere. After I lost my house, I slept in my parents’ living room where my father watched the news every night. I had no bedroom to escape to. When I later moved in with my visually impaired grandfather to help with the household chores, he also needed the paper read to him. All my Facebook “friends” posted stupid memes constantly. Then in 2020, the coronavirus hit.
In the beginning, I was told that the coronavirus was literally a type of cold virus causing symptoms no worse than the flu. It was unclear why the news was even talking about it except to have something to talk about – just like they do with the weather. To triangulate my way to the truth, I listened to both Democrats and Republicans, but saw no reason to dig deeper. The Democrats were not taking it seriously at all, telling people it was xenophobic to close the border and racist to ask questions about the safety of products coming from infected parts of the world. It was the same old fearmongering garbage.
Suddenly and completely unexpectedly, everything was shut down. I had no idea what was going on. Looking up information online, I found that only because the new coronavirus was thought to be especially contagious, and because every year a certain percentage of those practically on their deathbed anyways die from colds and flus, it was predicted that so many people would need hospitalization that the hospitals might not have enough beds or other supplies. I learned from mathematicians about epidemic modeling and what the curve in “flatten the curve” was and how when the numbers settled again it would mean that enough people had become immune that the virus would be unable to effectively spread. This I later learned was called “herd immunity.” The government decided to shut everything down to slow the spread enough to give the hospitals time to prepare. That was it. I was promised two weeks.
I still went to the grocery store because I had to and because I had never once in my life caught anything by passing someone in a store. I did wipe down some of the groceries I brought home only because I was living with my potentially vulnerable grandfather in Rhode Island at the time. I knew even then that I was being a bit silly, but figured there was no harm in a little extra caution just in case. What surprised me was how many people were wearing masks. I had read that there was a shortage, that medical personnel needed them most, and I had no idea where to buy any. I thought of the mask-wearers the same way I did of the TP-hoarders – as terribly silly. Did they think the virus couldn’t go around the sides? Lots of people didn’t even cover their noses, erasing whatever incredibly tiny good they might have been doing. I was glad this nonsense would be over in two weeks.
Then Democrat governors across the US – the same people who thought that taking the virus seriously was racist against the Chinese – made masks mandatory. This made no sense. If masks work, those wearing them can’t catch anything from me and I can’t catch anything from them, so why make me wear one too? If their masks don’t work, why make anyone wear one? At first, I thought it would be no big deal to play along so long as it made others feel safe, but I was having breathing trouble. I could walk calmly around a grocery store for a while, but I knew carrying boxes, walking up stairs, or working a full shift with one was out of the question. Fortunately, I was unemployed.
Then they started to change the goalposts. Two weeks to make sure the hospitals were ready became four weeks to make really sure they were ready, which became six weeks to make sure that there were enough tests for everyone that wanted one, which became ten weeks to make sure the numbers testing positive were going down. After ten weeks, with enough tests available to finally have an accurate picture of what was happening, the numbers plateaued and then dropped. We had started to enter herd immunity at last. Rhode Island began to gradually open up, but in California it was declared that the shutdown would continue until there was a cure. What if there was never a cure?
It was during this ten-week period that I heard many inflammatory claims from right-leaning media. I heard that Georgia had only closed for two weeks, and that South Dakota and Sweden had never closed at all, yet all three had numbers no worse than places that had stayed closed. I heard that the numbers could not be trusted anyways because hospitals had been directed to record a death as COVID-caused if the person had had flu-like symptoms and no test was available. I heard that hospitals were being given funds per COVID death, incentivizing them to fudge tests even when they were available. I heard that reported rates of deaths from heart attacks, strokes, and the flu were much lower than in 2019, making things look very suspiciously like deaths from other causes were being reported as COVID deaths. I heard doctors and people claiming to be doctors tell me that masks were harmful by lowering our blood oxygen and – if we were infected – by holding in virus particles and possibly pushing the infection deeper, turning a minor cold into life-threatening blood clots.
Due to a stunning lack of transparency by the CDC, I wasn’t able to verify much of this myself, but I had no more reason to doubt these claims than anything said on CNN or by Doctor Fauci. Doctor Fauci was originally against masks too (94), before coming out in favor of them and claiming he had been lying before so that people would not panic-buy. How do we know he wasn’t lying the second time?
In this same ten-week period, the WHO and CDC (who despite being government I thought might be just slightly more credible than the pundits) announced that they had found the virus did not survive on surfaces for long and that transmission by asymptomatic individuals was “very rare.” I have no idea how the rumor started that asymptomatic individuals could be contagious, since it defies the common sense of how viruses work. Long-term studies from around the world have since confirmed that symptoms are necessary to infect. (95) A virus never considered any worse than the flu had since been proven not especially contagious and we had reached herd immunity anyways. Every rationale for the original lockdown had been erased – but they persisted.
While Republicans stopped taking the threat seriously, Democrats did too. Several of them visited restaurants closed to the general public (96) and got haircuts without masks. (97) The New York governor sent the infected from the hospitals into nursing homes, the one place I actually support some safety measures, infecting and often killing every resident. (98) In some states, they banned the use of life-saving hydroxychloroquine (99), whether to protect pharmaceutical financial interests or keep Trump from having a political win I do not know. All of this told me that they did not really believe in the threat.
Paradoxically, they also called lockdown protests “superspreaders” while praising equally contagious BLM protests and Antifa riots. At the same time, some Democrats threatened to shut off electricity to homes with one more person than allowed. The actions of Democrats sent mixed signals leaving me unsure what I could get away with and what I could not. What were the rules?
Most of the things done didn’t make any sense. Police pulled over vehicles crossing state borders, creating tense situations with people who don’t trust police, while at the same time having no way to enforce quarantine should someone lie. (100) The same people who were against closing the national border and called it xenophobic began to regulate state borders – something only the federal government is allowed to do. With people unable to go to work and cooped up in their houses, they closed the parks – places where social distancing is easy and sunlight disinfects everything. (101) Then they reopened the parks, but told people to park in every other spot. Can cars transmit germs if you don’t touch them? Then they closed off certain roads so people could bicycle and use them as parks instead. (102) This is comedy.
In other cases, it was less funny. Cancer patients skipped treatments for fear of catching the virus if they left the house. When my grandfather had what was thought to be a bacterial infection, the hospital was reluctant to take him on the slight chance that he might catch COVID in the hospital. It probably wouldn’t have made a difference, but I still wonder whether if he had professional help sooner he might have lived another year. Considering all this in conjunction with the acts of sending the infected back into nursing homes and making hydroxychloroquine and Ivermectin hard to get, I really think that Democrats are trying to kill as many people as possible. It casts their recent saber-rattling against Russia in a whole new light.
Based on my previous experiences involving my house and my friend, I had already thought the government completely arbitrary in 2019. It somehow became even more arbitrary in 2020. People who were just trying to make a living were arrested for serving customers (103) while actual criminals were released early so they would not catch the coronavirus in jail (104). Were they safer out-of-jail? How do we know they didn’t already have it and weren’t going to spread it? If jails are too dangerous to keep actual criminals in, why put even more people in jail for running businesses and other things that aren’t even crimes? This is literally insane. Again, it left me with no way to predict whether I was running afoul of the rules or not.
When the riots began, and then the rioters burned down police stations (105), attacked federal buildings (106), and literally held territory (107), making the situation by definition a civil war, Democrat mayors joined them (108) and prosecutors released a bunch of them (109). At the same time, innocent people defending themselves from being killed or beaten were charged with murder (110) or with brandishing a weapon (111). There was no consistent law. On paper, I still had certain rights, but in some neighborhoods I might have been killed simply for being the wrong color. If there was any doubt before about the evil intent of our leaders, 2020 has washed that away completely. Anyone still supporting them does so for the purpose of creating terror. They are without excuse.
Then there was a contested presidential election. Then there was an attack on the capitol building, with some media outlets blaming Trump supporters for trying to stop the count and others blaming Antifa for trying to stop the challenge to the count. Then in 2021, things got even scarier. More than enough people got experimental vaccines (not really vaccines by the old definition) to ensure herd immunity, but the “vaccines” later proved only temporarily effective (112), yet some cities still began requiring proof of “vaccination” anyways just to be part of society. (113) No exceptions were made for those who had survived the virus and were immune through “natural vaccination.” I don’t want to tell people if I’m vaccinated. There are zealots out there who endorse locking away the unvaccinated and other zealots who endorse locking away the vaccinated, claiming that the vaccine might have turned them into permanent virus factories. Neither side is using science. I have no idea what to do to stay safe. There is nobody I trust.
If I can get in trouble for breaking the rules even after I have been extra careful to follow every rule, I have no incentive to ever follow any rule ever again. I am treated the same either way. In a world where Kim Davis is sent to jail for breaking a non-law that doesn’t exist and Hillary Clinton faces no consequences for her many crimes involving national security, I don’t even know what the rules are or who has the authority to make them. From now on, nobody can legitimately blame me for anything I do. I’m no longer listening.
The Inevitability of War and a Glimmer of Hope:
You can’t comply your way out of tyranny. Give them everything they ask for, and they want more. Follow all the rules, and they punish you anyways. Compliance has already failed.
Anything we do or don’t do can be used against us. Speech is called violence. Silence is called violence. Rioting is called the language of the unheard. Report on suspicious behavior and get labelled a racist. Don’t report on suspicious behavior and be charged with negligence. Bring reports of egregious rule-breaking to the police chief and have him create additional false charges against you. At this point, joining the police force might get us labelled terrorists. Joining the military might get us labelled terrorists. Paying taxes might get us charged with knowingly aiding terrorism. Running for and subsequentially holding office might get us charged with war crimes – and being in charge is no guarantee our agents will listen to us.
It used to be that lovers of liberty would teach us to submit to government policies we didn’t agree with for the sake of safety and a functioning society. This is no longer a viable argument. We are not safe even when we comply. Society is broken. When government makes it harder to get a gun, lets criminals run free, and then goes after those defending their property, there is no loss by disobeying the government. We are not worse off being sieged in our house by the FBI than sieged in our house by Antifa rioters. When government mandates we inject ourselves with potentially harmful substances or be unable to leave our homes, we are no safer obeying than not obeying. What’s the difference?
People continue in vain trying to follow the rules of the culture cancelers and the laws of the state not wanting to sink to the level of their lawless enemies, but there are no rules to follow except those the enemy makes up as they go along. You can’t win a fight against lawlessness by following the law. Too often I see politicians abusing logic to find some sort of tenuous justification in the legal code for a program they want, yet there is no effort on the other side to find legal justification to resist. Instead, they tell their constituents that it is “the law of the land” and promise to repeal it once they have the votes, but when (and if) they do, those who want the program simply find another way to make it happen. The courts rarely get involved, and they are as likely to rule wrongly as rightly – and when they do rule rightly, some other excuse is found to work around the ruling and keep bad programs going. Stop cooperating!!!
As I explained in my book The Nutcase Across The Street, I used to believe that more talk would work. I saw that people were avoiding confrontation by keeping their knowledge to themselves, leaving us all less educated. I endorsed speaking out more. People did begin to speak out more, but then they only spoke threats and foolishness. I taught people to watch their words, to pursue compromise, and to protect free speech, democracy, and the rule of law. I was attacked. Talking has not worked. No one is listening.
As I explained in my book Why Civility Failed, I no longer have the time or patience to deal with evil people. Following the advice of others, I have begun expelling toxic people from my life. I want nothing to do with them. But how does one simply ignore the IRS? How does one simply ignore a court summons or an arresting officer?
I used to think voting for the right candidates would work. I’m not sure who that is right now. While the Democrats are totally committed to horrifying evils, Republicans can still be terribly stupid on some issues, and they are incredibly inept at actually accomplishing any lasting change. I also know now that elections are rigged. What good is voting when our votes are not counted?
I used to think that holding corrupt judges accountable with removal or jail would work. Now I think that any measures used against bad government agents would also be used against good government agents and I have no reason to think that those who watch the watchers are any less evil than anyone else.
I used to think more watchdogs would work. Now I know that they are impotent. Even when poll watchers in 2020 caught the counters in the act of committing election fraud, they were powerless to stop the ballot counting, the certification, or the counting of the false electors. Nobody did anything. The elites had already made up their minds who they wanted, the law be damned. I also used to think that more cameras on the police would work. Now I know that many people actually want the police to act badly. They aren’t ignorant of rights violations; they support them. They don’t dispute claims of bad behavior; they endorse bad behavior and call it good.
I used to think that more civil disobedience and non-violent protest would work, but we have had many who have already tried this. Business owners have peacefully defied coronavirus lockdowns and one after the other they were crushed like bugs.
Some people propose to beat the enemy at their own game, by “identifying” as vaccinated or as having a special exemption to the rules due to their minority status (everyone is a minority in some way). Even if this works, it keeps the evil going and perpetuates a system of lies. That’s no way to live.
Most frustratingly, even when we win, it doesn’t mean we win. We as a country marched to end racial segregation decades ago and it is now returning. We as a planet rejected socialism on a grand scale and yet there are still those trying to bring it back. Our founders fought a war with the British and engaged in endless debates before giving us the fourth amendment. Now, the NSA takes it upon themselves to violate it in secret. There are those that suggest that reforming the election laws will prevent the chaos of the 2020 election, but this is not true. Those in power violated the laws that already existed. What is to stop them from violating the new laws? We don’t need more laws; we need to hold the lawbreakers accountable. Even in cases where people have gone through the court system and won, they are harassed and charged over and over and over. (114)
War is inevitable. If you and I do not start one, someone else will. Patriots can only watch quietly for so long before acting.
Even if there are no patriots left willing to defend the country, I know that the elites will stage a “false flag event” as an excuse to go after any patriots and start the war themselves. They already tried it with the January 6 event.
Even if relatively good people keep quiet, I know that the media will provoke, magnify, distort, and try to stir up trouble between any factions. They’ve been doing it for years.
Even in the absence of the media stoking division, evil people will still fight among themselves when they realize the contradictions in their positions put them on opposite sides. Radical feminists are already being called transphobic. The “woke” are already canceling each other. (115)
Even if no overt violence takes place, I know the tyrannical regulations the ruling class will impose will be just as devastating as a war. Supply lines are already disrupted and inflation is beginning to show.
Even if there is no fighting among the common people at all, I know that the elites will fight among themselves as they compete for top spot. The war is coming.
Paradoxically, this is also what gives me hope. The current state of affairs is unsustainable. A house divided against itself cannot stand. When the mobs come, they won’t be able to keep track of who is in the mob and who is out. The elites won’t be able to keep track of who still belongs in their exclusive clubs. The authorities won’t be able to keep track of which set of orders they are supposed to follow.
If I don’t know what is expected of me, I can’t be held responsible for my actions (or inactions). When enough people recognize that this also applies to them, they will stop listening. Government will become impotent and politics will end. I am sure things cannot last. A better world is coming. The only question is how much damage will be done first.
In any case, I am done with politics. I give up. There is no political solution to our problems. I have better things to do with my time. I don’t care about the opinions of mankind. I will only aim to please God. The Lord is my judge.
This is not entirely true. When politicians are able to get away with fraud and theft, and when they overtax and overregulate, it makes people less likely to invest and spend money. It hurts the economy. I end up paying more for milk and cookies. I have a harder time finding a job or buying a house. Of course, this is a small cost hidden among many other variables. My main concerns are that one day I might be a target for real persecution in the future if we don’t get a handle on things, but I had to admit my life wasn’t affected that much. Then it was.
I Just Wanted A House:
I watched all these issues unfold in the news but did nothing about it. Then it happened to me. I bought a mobile home in a mobile home park only to discover a year later that the park was going to close. Per New Hampshire law, I was given eighteen months to move out. I then discovered that mobile homes are often not mobile and can’t be put just anywhere. I was out thousands of dollars. Since I had already been evicted, it was unclear whether I had to pay rent during the eighteen months. Could I be evicted again? Every single one of my friends, family, and everyone else I talked to simply assumed I could not be. I called a lawyer, but was unable to get through or leave a message.
I searched through the real estate law for hints how to interpret the eviction. I discovered that if I had had a mortgage, the bank would have had the right to prohibit a transfer of ownership until they were paid off. Since I had borrowed from my retirement savings to buy the house, I understood that I was my own bank and would have to be compensated before I could move out. Unless the law explicitly states otherwise, that is the only way I know how to take it. I discovered elsewhere in the law that the state recognized my real estate interest in the property as well as that of the landowner. The Department of Justice website also spoke of overlapping rights in these situations. I also understood that the owner had no loss to claim if I did not pay rent since he could not bring anyone else into that spot for long if the park was closing. Most importantly, I found that if the judge sided against me, all I had to do in order to stay on the property was pay whatever it was deemed that I owed. I had talked to people who had been evicted and they told me this is how it works in normal landlord-tenant disputes.
I was actually surprised when I found out the landlord was still collecting rent. Following what I genuinely believed was the law, I held my ground. I knew the law. I wasn’t going to pay him just because he thought I should. Would you pay me just because I tell you to? Then buy all my books! It’s the law (as far as you know).
I was surprised again when he took me to court. I thought he would back off. I was very surprised when the judge sided against me, and even more surprised when I was given thirty days to move out whether I paid the rent or not. Something is profoundly wrong here. I lost thousands and thousands of dollars and was made homeless for following what I truly believed was the law. Either the judge is corrupt, or the law is misleadingly written. Either way, it is arbitrary rule.
Unlike the examples in previous chapters, I was there to see firsthand how injustice operates. I have more than enough evidence to prove the government a lawless enterprise.
If I can get in trouble for breaking the rules even after I have been extra careful to follow every rule, I have no incentive to ever follow any rule ever again. I am treated the same either way. In a world where Kim Davis is sent to jail for breaking a non-law that doesn’t exist and Hillary Clinton faces no consequences for her many crimes involving national security, I don’t even know what the rules are or who has the authority to make them. From now on, nobody can legitimately blame me for anything I do. I’m no longer listening.
I Just Wanted A Friend:
With all the talk in the news about sexual harassment and about missing the deteriorating mental health of those who go on to hurt people, I knew I had to tell my story. We hear over and over how warning signs are missed and that if we see something we should say something. Such policies do no one any good if we flagrantly ignore the warnings we are given and then punish the whistleblowers. Many years ago, I suspected a young lady of being sexually harassed and abused, as well as being a growing danger to herself and others due to deteriorating mental health, but no one I have reported to privately will listen. I also have documented proof that she has been abused and exploited by corrupt police officers who have so far been able to get away with it. I have tried repeatedly to engage the appropriate parties in the humblest of terms but have in response been subjected to repeated abuse myself.
Several years ago, I had a close friend that was having difficulty. She was impulsive and prone to mood swings. She had no friends other than me. She was easily stressed and I began to see signs of the beginnings of depression, something I had struggled with in the past. My heart went out to her, but the moment I began to reach out, before I had a chance to say what she most needed to hear, she abruptly withdrew from my life and I found it hard to get in contact with her.
Because neither her sister nor her parents would tell me what was going on, I started to imagine the worst. I imagined her spiraling deeper into depression. I imagined past incidents in my memory to be signs someone was sexually harassing her. I also remembered bruises and her improbable excuses of “clumsiness.” I imagined she might have been manipulated by her abusers into breaking off contact with me. I was worried sick. I considered going to the police even then, but I had no evidence to give them and I thought the situation probably didn’t quite rise to the level that merited their involvement yet. Given how deep and important our relationship had been to each of us, given that I really thought she was in danger from herself (and maybe others), and given that she had never explicitly told me herself to leave her alone, there was no way my conscience would let me give up on her so easily. I considered it my duty.
Bound by certainty in the moral necessity of my action, I poked around her college website to see if she had a mailbox I could mail a letter to. Instead, I found the counseling department. The webpage gives advice on how to deal with troubled students. It lists possible reasons to be concerned about someone, including reduced social interaction. It says not to be afraid to reach out to someone and let them know they are valued. It says that since people will often deny that they need help, not to be afraid to reach out to them again. It says that if they won’t listen, not to be afraid to ask a friend to talk with them and not to be afraid to refer them to the counseling department. I followed the advice on the website and referred her for counseling. While the counselor supported my sentiments and made me feel she was on my side, increasing my belief that I was on the right side of history, she told me she was not allowed to contact her to invite her to counseling. I had to try again.
I eventually found my friend’s public email. She had posted it wanting people to contact her about travel inquiries. If she could handle hearing from every random creep and scammer on the internet, surely she would be okay with hearing from me (her best friend). I sent a message of love and forgiveness, reminding her what we meant to each other, explaining why I was so worried about her, offering help if she was in danger, attempting to clear up any potential misunderstanding, and asking if she wanted to be friends again. Just in case, I also made it very clear that all she had to do was say the word, and I would never contact her again. My message was carefully crafted to be impossible to misunderstand and the very opposite of threatening. There is no way to construe it as harassment. I include statements such as, “I am writing down everything I ever wanted to tell you so that I will not have to contact you again,” and “If you won’t listen to me now, I’ll know that there is no point in contacting you again, but I still had to give you the chance,” and “You can always say no and I will always respect your space.”
The next thing I knew, I started receiving anonymous threats on my phone, warning me to stop contacting her. I again considered going to the police, but still thought it was too small an issue. At least I knew she had received my message. I had done all I could. She was then in God’s hands. It was over. While I was still mulling my options, I received notice that I was being sued for harassment a thousand miles away. She had gone to the police first!
Since I was still between jobs, I had no way to make the long trip to defend myself. I had no way to hire a lawyer. I explained this to the court clerk, but she told me that I could not phone or mail anything in. I guess there is no such thing as justice in America. In any case, since state law requires that THREE contacts be made to constitute harassment, not just ONE, I knew I would win the case even if I didn’t show up. There was no crime. The burden of proof is on the accuser.
I do not even believe the court has jurisdiction. I had sent her an email from another state, held on servers in yet another state, that she could have logged into and checked from anywhere in the world. I had never even visited her home city. Why did they think that was the proper place to hold the hearing?
The campus police were very unfair in their official statements about me. They took phrases from my email to her out of context, twisting them to mean the opposite of my intent, often ignoring phrases in between that directly contradicted their claims. Sometimes they would pull together phrases from opposite ends of the letter that were never meant to be used together. The worst part of all this is how they treated her. From her court statements I now understand that she is not only moody, but delusional and paranoid as well. If I had known she was this far gone, I never would have contacted her, but nobody would tell me anything! While I was trying to make her feel safe by letting her know I hadn’t given up on her, the police went out of their way to feed her fears. They even went to one of my old websites where I had posted illustrated short stories and decided that one of the characters looked like her, which was never my intent. They further implied that the associated scifi/adventure story was some sort of threat directed at her and then showed it to her, further feeding her fears and paranoia and creating conflict where none existed. What the police did is not only exploitation, it is abuse of the worst kind!!!
Let me be clear, this was not a mistake of overzealous policing, sacrificing my rights to protect hers, thinking that I might have been a threat and acting without proof. Rather, the police knew exactly what I was after and deliberately took advantage of her mental condition to build up a false case against me. There was no excuse. The police were not protecting her at all; they were the ones abusing her!
Even more disturbing, I saw in the police report that the counselor I spoke to who validated my feelings but refused to contact my friend to see if she would agree to counseling called the police on me herself. In turn, the police contacted my friend and told her that if she ever saw me on campus to call 911. No wonder she reacted to my email the way she did! After I was told She could not be contacted to help her, she gets contacted anyways in order to harm her!!! This is the exact opposite of what a sensible person would have done. Counselors should quiet our fears, not magnify them!
Several weeks later, I received notice that I had lost the case. I was shocked. I only found out much later that crimes of this sort are handled like traffic infractions and that anyone unable or unwilling to defend themselves on the assigned date is automatically declared guilty by default. No evidence from the plaintiff is necessary. It is fundamentally unfair and totally against the principles this country was built upon, but in this case it only meant that I was not allowed to have any contact with her for one year, which I had no intention of doing anyway since I now knew how messed up she was. I already got what I wanted.
I initially reacted by mailing the judge a letter explaining how he had messed up and asking that my reputation be restored. I thought he would either agree or ignore me. I did not know that he would call for a second hearing and put my friend through even more stress by forcing her to prove jurisdiction, but that is what he did. Because I did not show up at this second hearing either (which he knew I could not go to and was the WHOLE POINT of calling for the second hearing), I lost again and the original judgment stood. It was a complete waste of time and taxpayer dollars. This is a fundamentally corrupt court.
I had then considered going to the press with my story, but didn’t want to get my friend’s name all over the papers. I also considered suing, but did not want to put her through even more stress if the college decided to call her as a witness. I told myself that she was in no continuing danger since the case was over and she was graduating soon. I let them all get away with it.
The last thing I had to do in order to finally heal and move on was to tell the dean what had happened so that she could make sure it never happened to anyone else. It occurred to me that she might be in on the conspiracy, and would ignore me and then cover up any wrongdoing, but I had no way of knowing and still considered it my patriotic duty to at least let the authorities know the truth so they could decide what to do about it. I also filled out a report that was sent to the chief of police. Neither responded. I moved on. It was over…or so I believed.
One year later, I received notice that I was being summoned to court again! She was suing to extend the protection order! Again, I could not go. From reading her court statements I discovered that she had been shown my message to the police chief against my will! She claimed that it was a roundabout way to contact her! After telling them about what happened last time, they did the same thing again! After warning them about putting her through more unnecessary stress and building her fear, they put her through more unnecessary stress and built up her fear! After warning them about punishing whistleblowers, they were punishing the whistleblower! They could have ignored me and gotten away with it, but they just wouldn’t let the issue die!
I made preparations to talk to the media. I had to protect both her and myself and believed I had no other option. I planned on telling the college paper, the local papers, and every cable news network. I planned on contacting alumni to tell them how their college treated its vulnerable female students. I planned on calling the governor, the FBI, the president, and the United Nations Security Council. I even thought of contacting SETI so the whole galaxy would know. Eventually, I calmed down. The court date came and went and I was ordered not to contact her for two more years. I told myself that it was over and neither of us were in continuing danger, but I could not be sure.
I kept worrying what might come next. For months, I wondered if the next step was for them to claim I violated the no-contact order so they could drag me out of bed in the middle of the night. They had lied before, why not lie again? Since what happened to me was so lawless and so detached from truth, I fully expected that if I submitted to arrest, the cops might “Epstein” me while in custody and no one would know. Why would I ever submit to arrest? What do I have to gain? What do I lose by fighting back? Even worse, this all happened when I was caring for my grandfather and there was no one else who could do it. If anything happened to me, what would happen to him?
I worried over everything I posted online, thinking it would be construed as a threat just as before. I wanted to be a writer. How could I ever promote my fiction books or my non-fiction blogs safely? If I ever became a celebrity, would this story come out decades from now? I’d prefer it come out on my terms. Since I can’t conclusively rule out a future run for office, the story is likely to come out eventually one way or the other.
What is the right thing to do under these circumstances? My ex-friend is completely unpredictable. I had offered her the option to have me go away and she rejected it, preferring to keep me in her life by repeatedly taking legal action and harassing me. I had kept the story out of the news because I didn’t want to hurt her, but who knows how she might react? Nothing else she had done made any sense whatsoever. She is obviously so crazy that exposing her might not bother her at all. She might like it.
I had given the authorities information to better do their jobs, letting the police chief and dean know of crimes committed so they could decide what to do about them (if anything), and they attacked me. Do they not want people to report crimes? How can they do their jobs if nobody reports? How can they do their jobs without witnesses? Am I expected to take the law into my own hands instead? I thought that was frowned upon. Now I’m not so sure.
I had followed the advice on the counseling webpage exactly. The situation fit perfectly. So why were the police called? Does the college not want people to follow their advice? Why give it, then? Do they not want people to call the counselors? Why have counselors, then? Why have a phone line? I am so confused right now.
I still don’t know what I did wrong so that I can avoid doing it in the future. I have learned nothing. I can make no meaning out of the situation. There is no lesson to be learned here that could change my behavior. The world I live in is totally unpredictable and chaotic. Should I keep quiet, give up on her forever, and let the abuse possibly continue? Should I go full vigilante, capture the police, and put them on trial myself? Should I hop on one foot and sing happy birthday? Why not? What difference does it make?
I eventually let it go, but I still wonder whether I made the right decision. Is she happy? Has she made new friends? Does the guilt eat away at her? Has she hurt anyone else? Has she hurt herself? Is she really afraid of me and what I might do next? Is she even still alive?
There is nothing in this world that hurts more than pouring your heart and soul out to someone you think the world of and only want the best for, and having them completely miss the point and then throw you away like garbage. When this comes from the one person in your life who should understand you more than anyone else, and when you pride yourself as being a writer and good communicator, there is no such thing as ever getting over it. Ignoring the problem simply allows it to grow until it swallows you up and makes you as bad as they are.
“Madness, as you know, is like gravity. All It takes is a little push. Hahaha…” – The Joker, The Dark Knight, Batman
If I can get in trouble for breaking the rules even after I have been extra careful to follow every rule, I have no incentive to ever follow any rule ever again. I am treated the same either way. In a world where Kim Davis is sent to jail for breaking a non-law that doesn’t exist and Hillary Clinton faces no consequences for her many crimes involving national security, I don’t even know what the rules are or who has the authority to make them. From now on, nobody can legitimately blame me for anything I do. I’m no longer listening.
I Just Wanted Toilet Paper:
In 2013, I had wanted to quit politics entirely and focus on art and fiction, spreading joy and pointing the way to a better world. I did my best to avoid the news, but it was everywhere. After I lost my house, I slept in my parents’ living room where my father watched the news every night. I had no bedroom to escape to. When I later moved in with my visually impaired grandfather to help with the household chores, he also needed the paper read to him. All my Facebook “friends” posted stupid memes constantly. Then in 2020, the coronavirus hit.
In the beginning, I was told that the coronavirus was literally a type of cold virus causing symptoms no worse than the flu. It was unclear why the news was even talking about it except to have something to talk about – just like they do with the weather. To triangulate my way to the truth, I listened to both Democrats and Republicans, but saw no reason to dig deeper. The Democrats were not taking it seriously at all, telling people it was xenophobic to close the border and racist to ask questions about the safety of products coming from infected parts of the world. It was the same old fearmongering garbage.
Suddenly and completely unexpectedly, everything was shut down. I had no idea what was going on. Looking up information online, I found that only because the new coronavirus was thought to be especially contagious, and because every year a certain percentage of those practically on their deathbed anyways die from colds and flus, it was predicted that so many people would need hospitalization that the hospitals might not have enough beds or other supplies. I learned from mathematicians about epidemic modeling and what the curve in “flatten the curve” was and how when the numbers settled again it would mean that enough people had become immune that the virus would be unable to effectively spread. This I later learned was called “herd immunity.” The government decided to shut everything down to slow the spread enough to give the hospitals time to prepare. That was it. I was promised two weeks.
I still went to the grocery store because I had to and because I had never once in my life caught anything by passing someone in a store. I did wipe down some of the groceries I brought home only because I was living with my potentially vulnerable grandfather in Rhode Island at the time. I knew even then that I was being a bit silly, but figured there was no harm in a little extra caution just in case. What surprised me was how many people were wearing masks. I had read that there was a shortage, that medical personnel needed them most, and I had no idea where to buy any. I thought of the mask-wearers the same way I did of the TP-hoarders – as terribly silly. Did they think the virus couldn’t go around the sides? Lots of people didn’t even cover their noses, erasing whatever incredibly tiny good they might have been doing. I was glad this nonsense would be over in two weeks.
Then Democrat governors across the US – the same people who thought that taking the virus seriously was racist against the Chinese – made masks mandatory. This made no sense. If masks work, those wearing them can’t catch anything from me and I can’t catch anything from them, so why make me wear one too? If their masks don’t work, why make anyone wear one? At first, I thought it would be no big deal to play along so long as it made others feel safe, but I was having breathing trouble. I could walk calmly around a grocery store for a while, but I knew carrying boxes, walking up stairs, or working a full shift with one was out of the question. Fortunately, I was unemployed.
Then they started to change the goalposts. Two weeks to make sure the hospitals were ready became four weeks to make really sure they were ready, which became six weeks to make sure that there were enough tests for everyone that wanted one, which became ten weeks to make sure the numbers testing positive were going down. After ten weeks, with enough tests available to finally have an accurate picture of what was happening, the numbers plateaued and then dropped. We had started to enter herd immunity at last. Rhode Island began to gradually open up, but in California it was declared that the shutdown would continue until there was a cure. What if there was never a cure?
It was during this ten-week period that I heard many inflammatory claims from right-leaning media. I heard that Georgia had only closed for two weeks, and that South Dakota and Sweden had never closed at all, yet all three had numbers no worse than places that had stayed closed. I heard that the numbers could not be trusted anyways because hospitals had been directed to record a death as COVID-caused if the person had had flu-like symptoms and no test was available. I heard that hospitals were being given funds per COVID death, incentivizing them to fudge tests even when they were available. I heard that reported rates of deaths from heart attacks, strokes, and the flu were much lower than in 2019, making things look very suspiciously like deaths from other causes were being reported as COVID deaths. I heard doctors and people claiming to be doctors tell me that masks were harmful by lowering our blood oxygen and – if we were infected – by holding in virus particles and possibly pushing the infection deeper, turning a minor cold into life-threatening blood clots.
Due to a stunning lack of transparency by the CDC, I wasn’t able to verify much of this myself, but I had no more reason to doubt these claims than anything said on CNN or by Doctor Fauci. Doctor Fauci was originally against masks too (94), before coming out in favor of them and claiming he had been lying before so that people would not panic-buy. How do we know he wasn’t lying the second time?
In this same ten-week period, the WHO and CDC (who despite being government I thought might be just slightly more credible than the pundits) announced that they had found the virus did not survive on surfaces for long and that transmission by asymptomatic individuals was “very rare.” I have no idea how the rumor started that asymptomatic individuals could be contagious, since it defies the common sense of how viruses work. Long-term studies from around the world have since confirmed that symptoms are necessary to infect. (95) A virus never considered any worse than the flu had since been proven not especially contagious and we had reached herd immunity anyways. Every rationale for the original lockdown had been erased – but they persisted.
While Republicans stopped taking the threat seriously, Democrats did too. Several of them visited restaurants closed to the general public (96) and got haircuts without masks. (97) The New York governor sent the infected from the hospitals into nursing homes, the one place I actually support some safety measures, infecting and often killing every resident. (98) In some states, they banned the use of life-saving hydroxychloroquine (99), whether to protect pharmaceutical financial interests or keep Trump from having a political win I do not know. All of this told me that they did not really believe in the threat.
Paradoxically, they also called lockdown protests “superspreaders” while praising equally contagious BLM protests and Antifa riots. At the same time, some Democrats threatened to shut off electricity to homes with one more person than allowed. The actions of Democrats sent mixed signals leaving me unsure what I could get away with and what I could not. What were the rules?
Most of the things done didn’t make any sense. Police pulled over vehicles crossing state borders, creating tense situations with people who don’t trust police, while at the same time having no way to enforce quarantine should someone lie. (100) The same people who were against closing the national border and called it xenophobic began to regulate state borders – something only the federal government is allowed to do. With people unable to go to work and cooped up in their houses, they closed the parks – places where social distancing is easy and sunlight disinfects everything. (101) Then they reopened the parks, but told people to park in every other spot. Can cars transmit germs if you don’t touch them? Then they closed off certain roads so people could bicycle and use them as parks instead. (102) This is comedy.
In other cases, it was less funny. Cancer patients skipped treatments for fear of catching the virus if they left the house. When my grandfather had what was thought to be a bacterial infection, the hospital was reluctant to take him on the slight chance that he might catch COVID in the hospital. It probably wouldn’t have made a difference, but I still wonder whether if he had professional help sooner he might have lived another year. Considering all this in conjunction with the acts of sending the infected back into nursing homes and making hydroxychloroquine and Ivermectin hard to get, I really think that Democrats are trying to kill as many people as possible. It casts their recent saber-rattling against Russia in a whole new light.
Based on my previous experiences involving my house and my friend, I had already thought the government completely arbitrary in 2019. It somehow became even more arbitrary in 2020. People who were just trying to make a living were arrested for serving customers (103) while actual criminals were released early so they would not catch the coronavirus in jail (104). Were they safer out-of-jail? How do we know they didn’t already have it and weren’t going to spread it? If jails are too dangerous to keep actual criminals in, why put even more people in jail for running businesses and other things that aren’t even crimes? This is literally insane. Again, it left me with no way to predict whether I was running afoul of the rules or not.
When the riots began, and then the rioters burned down police stations (105), attacked federal buildings (106), and literally held territory (107), making the situation by definition a civil war, Democrat mayors joined them (108) and prosecutors released a bunch of them (109). At the same time, innocent people defending themselves from being killed or beaten were charged with murder (110) or with brandishing a weapon (111). There was no consistent law. On paper, I still had certain rights, but in some neighborhoods I might have been killed simply for being the wrong color. If there was any doubt before about the evil intent of our leaders, 2020 has washed that away completely. Anyone still supporting them does so for the purpose of creating terror. They are without excuse.
Then there was a contested presidential election. Then there was an attack on the capitol building, with some media outlets blaming Trump supporters for trying to stop the count and others blaming Antifa for trying to stop the challenge to the count. Then in 2021, things got even scarier. More than enough people got experimental vaccines (not really vaccines by the old definition) to ensure herd immunity, but the “vaccines” later proved only temporarily effective (112), yet some cities still began requiring proof of “vaccination” anyways just to be part of society. (113) No exceptions were made for those who had survived the virus and were immune through “natural vaccination.” I don’t want to tell people if I’m vaccinated. There are zealots out there who endorse locking away the unvaccinated and other zealots who endorse locking away the vaccinated, claiming that the vaccine might have turned them into permanent virus factories. Neither side is using science. I have no idea what to do to stay safe. There is nobody I trust.
If I can get in trouble for breaking the rules even after I have been extra careful to follow every rule, I have no incentive to ever follow any rule ever again. I am treated the same either way. In a world where Kim Davis is sent to jail for breaking a non-law that doesn’t exist and Hillary Clinton faces no consequences for her many crimes involving national security, I don’t even know what the rules are or who has the authority to make them. From now on, nobody can legitimately blame me for anything I do. I’m no longer listening.
The Inevitability of War and a Glimmer of Hope:
You can’t comply your way out of tyranny. Give them everything they ask for, and they want more. Follow all the rules, and they punish you anyways. Compliance has already failed.
Anything we do or don’t do can be used against us. Speech is called violence. Silence is called violence. Rioting is called the language of the unheard. Report on suspicious behavior and get labelled a racist. Don’t report on suspicious behavior and be charged with negligence. Bring reports of egregious rule-breaking to the police chief and have him create additional false charges against you. At this point, joining the police force might get us labelled terrorists. Joining the military might get us labelled terrorists. Paying taxes might get us charged with knowingly aiding terrorism. Running for and subsequentially holding office might get us charged with war crimes – and being in charge is no guarantee our agents will listen to us.
It used to be that lovers of liberty would teach us to submit to government policies we didn’t agree with for the sake of safety and a functioning society. This is no longer a viable argument. We are not safe even when we comply. Society is broken. When government makes it harder to get a gun, lets criminals run free, and then goes after those defending their property, there is no loss by disobeying the government. We are not worse off being sieged in our house by the FBI than sieged in our house by Antifa rioters. When government mandates we inject ourselves with potentially harmful substances or be unable to leave our homes, we are no safer obeying than not obeying. What’s the difference?
People continue in vain trying to follow the rules of the culture cancelers and the laws of the state not wanting to sink to the level of their lawless enemies, but there are no rules to follow except those the enemy makes up as they go along. You can’t win a fight against lawlessness by following the law. Too often I see politicians abusing logic to find some sort of tenuous justification in the legal code for a program they want, yet there is no effort on the other side to find legal justification to resist. Instead, they tell their constituents that it is “the law of the land” and promise to repeal it once they have the votes, but when (and if) they do, those who want the program simply find another way to make it happen. The courts rarely get involved, and they are as likely to rule wrongly as rightly – and when they do rule rightly, some other excuse is found to work around the ruling and keep bad programs going. Stop cooperating!!!
As I explained in my book The Nutcase Across The Street, I used to believe that more talk would work. I saw that people were avoiding confrontation by keeping their knowledge to themselves, leaving us all less educated. I endorsed speaking out more. People did begin to speak out more, but then they only spoke threats and foolishness. I taught people to watch their words, to pursue compromise, and to protect free speech, democracy, and the rule of law. I was attacked. Talking has not worked. No one is listening.
As I explained in my book Why Civility Failed, I no longer have the time or patience to deal with evil people. Following the advice of others, I have begun expelling toxic people from my life. I want nothing to do with them. But how does one simply ignore the IRS? How does one simply ignore a court summons or an arresting officer?
I used to think voting for the right candidates would work. I’m not sure who that is right now. While the Democrats are totally committed to horrifying evils, Republicans can still be terribly stupid on some issues, and they are incredibly inept at actually accomplishing any lasting change. I also know now that elections are rigged. What good is voting when our votes are not counted?
I used to think that holding corrupt judges accountable with removal or jail would work. Now I think that any measures used against bad government agents would also be used against good government agents and I have no reason to think that those who watch the watchers are any less evil than anyone else.
I used to think more watchdogs would work. Now I know that they are impotent. Even when poll watchers in 2020 caught the counters in the act of committing election fraud, they were powerless to stop the ballot counting, the certification, or the counting of the false electors. Nobody did anything. The elites had already made up their minds who they wanted, the law be damned. I also used to think that more cameras on the police would work. Now I know that many people actually want the police to act badly. They aren’t ignorant of rights violations; they support them. They don’t dispute claims of bad behavior; they endorse bad behavior and call it good.
I used to think that more civil disobedience and non-violent protest would work, but we have had many who have already tried this. Business owners have peacefully defied coronavirus lockdowns and one after the other they were crushed like bugs.
Some people propose to beat the enemy at their own game, by “identifying” as vaccinated or as having a special exemption to the rules due to their minority status (everyone is a minority in some way). Even if this works, it keeps the evil going and perpetuates a system of lies. That’s no way to live.
Most frustratingly, even when we win, it doesn’t mean we win. We as a country marched to end racial segregation decades ago and it is now returning. We as a planet rejected socialism on a grand scale and yet there are still those trying to bring it back. Our founders fought a war with the British and engaged in endless debates before giving us the fourth amendment. Now, the NSA takes it upon themselves to violate it in secret. There are those that suggest that reforming the election laws will prevent the chaos of the 2020 election, but this is not true. Those in power violated the laws that already existed. What is to stop them from violating the new laws? We don’t need more laws; we need to hold the lawbreakers accountable. Even in cases where people have gone through the court system and won, they are harassed and charged over and over and over. (114)
War is inevitable. If you and I do not start one, someone else will. Patriots can only watch quietly for so long before acting.
Even if there are no patriots left willing to defend the country, I know that the elites will stage a “false flag event” as an excuse to go after any patriots and start the war themselves. They already tried it with the January 6 event.
Even if relatively good people keep quiet, I know that the media will provoke, magnify, distort, and try to stir up trouble between any factions. They’ve been doing it for years.
Even in the absence of the media stoking division, evil people will still fight among themselves when they realize the contradictions in their positions put them on opposite sides. Radical feminists are already being called transphobic. The “woke” are already canceling each other. (115)
Even if no overt violence takes place, I know the tyrannical regulations the ruling class will impose will be just as devastating as a war. Supply lines are already disrupted and inflation is beginning to show.
Even if there is no fighting among the common people at all, I know that the elites will fight among themselves as they compete for top spot. The war is coming.
Paradoxically, this is also what gives me hope. The current state of affairs is unsustainable. A house divided against itself cannot stand. When the mobs come, they won’t be able to keep track of who is in the mob and who is out. The elites won’t be able to keep track of who still belongs in their exclusive clubs. The authorities won’t be able to keep track of which set of orders they are supposed to follow.
If I don’t know what is expected of me, I can’t be held responsible for my actions (or inactions). When enough people recognize that this also applies to them, they will stop listening. Government will become impotent and politics will end. I am sure things cannot last. A better world is coming. The only question is how much damage will be done first.
In any case, I am done with politics. I give up. There is no political solution to our problems. I have better things to do with my time. I don’t care about the opinions of mankind. I will only aim to please God. The Lord is my judge.