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When I saw this frame..I literally felt like I had woken up in a Neo-Nazi country in which armed brown shirt thugs intimidate the population. April 2014 Nevada
Obama promised more transparency, well, it’s CLEAR who the citizens are, we are the Enemy, we are in Taser Sights
I had this awful nightmare….the USA had become a fascist state with the Government listening to everything you say, reading every letter, every email you sent, turning on your laptop webcam and watching what you do in the privacy of your home…they were tracking your license plates in every state…and had limited free speech in some places, to tiny areas named “Free Speech Zones”….
and, they had substances which were known to harm you legal, like Ethyl Alcohol and Tobacco, but something that could help people, like Marijuana, had been placed on the most inaccessible of drug categories, Schedule One.
Also, in this nightmare, people were going nuts and killing others for no apparent reason…or no good reason, in churches, theaters, schools, workplaces, on the roads…everywhere…and doing it with guns, knives, baseball bats.
Also , in this horrid nightmare, the police who are supposed to protect and serve, started killing people in cold blood…often, for no reason, people who were unarmed, minding their own business.
And, the super rich ran everything…controlled most of the people in Congress and the government. And the car makers..were recalling vehicles, sometimes millions at a time..because they made cars that might be dangerous to drive.
In this nightmare, people watching TV were bombarded with drug ads, trying to get you to start taking extremely expensive, dangerous drugs.
Kids were kicked out of school for eating poptarts into the crude shape that may look like a gun. Kids were thrown out of school for shaving their heads in support of a Mother or friend with cancer taking chemotherapy.
And, the police no longer were what we used to call police…they were like an occupying force…with tactical Darth Vader outfits like something out of Judge Dredd…and small towns were being given armored Humvee, tank looking MRAPS, designed to protect passengers from explosive devices in the roads…and, just a wrong word or what was perceived as a wrong look, could get you beaten by several cops, or just murdered right there.
Also, cops could stop you and on the side of the road..and invade your body cavities, then take you to a hospital, forcing you to defecate in front of them…hospitals would give you forced enemas…and then send you a bill for $5000 for their “services”.
Also in this nightmare, the government was developing devices to read your mind..a system that was called FAST that was like something out of Minority Report.
And, people in this nightmare were going broke, treated like crap…and there developed just two REAL classes..the very rich, and the poor. They were losing their houses, losing their jobs, and being evicted…with not even enough money to afford medicine.
And judges were even letting child rapists go free…just giving them “counseling” or “treatment”.
Damn, that futuristic nightmare sure was scary.
I don’t often try to get people to donate money…well, because I know most of us are broke as a wagon wheel..but, that said…gonna throw this out there for one of my followers. @douglas5102 is a follower of mine on Twitter, and as I understand, is facing having his power shut off & not being able to buy medicine he needs. Doug is facing hard times like we all are, but today, he’s up against the wall. He says he needs $272.00…but I always like to round up to be on the safe side…so, he SHOULD ask for $300 (three hundred). Now, Doug has 340 followers…so, if each one of them gave less than a dollar, he would be golden.
Right now, I know most of us are living hand to mouth, but if enough give just a little, Doug will be OK for a bit. I dunno if you have ever had your power cut off, but we have, and it’s uncool…and, well, not being able to buy medicine you need, for some folks, its life threatening.
Doug doesn’t like to have to ask for money, but he is at a desperate point, and as his friend, will step up and ask for him.
I intend to send him some from what little is in my Paypal account…and if you can afford to send, say five bucks, we might be able to get this taken care of by tomorrow, and help someone who really is in dire straits right now.
Whether you can help or can’t, blessings and thank you for taking the time to read this.
Doug says to donate, go 2 http://www.paypal.com use firstname.lastname@example.org as the recipient.
Exec. Officer at COPENHAGEN ZOO- Steffin Straede..An impressionistic image
Executive officer Steffin Straede of the Copenhagen Zoo, explains why Marius and a whole family of lions had to be slaughtered for their own good. I thought I heard “Lebensunwertes Leben” (lives unworthy of life).
“We can’t manage a zoo on people’s emotions
toward individual animals and whether
they have cute eyes or big eye lids.”~Steffen Straede
Executive Officer of Copenhagen Zoo
In history, the FBI has infiltrated the mob, some 1% biker gangs, white Aryan resistance , KKK, Neo-Nazis, and more groups. For the majority of these groups, arguably, there were actually bad people, many of them committing murder, selling drugs, in short, engaging in much of what legally would be called “malum in se” meaning, something like murder or child abuse, something that is wrong from a moral and ethical viewpoint. There are other classes of “crimes” which are called “malum prohibitum” meaning they are wrong solely because you have passed a law making them wrong. Making alcoholic beverages and selling them, became malum prohibitum with passage of the Volstead Act…even though, beer and wine had been made for centuries…and it was not illegal then, so, for a period of time, alcohol production, sale, distribution became malum prohibitum, but really, in the minds of most, it was never malum in se.
I have been someone who generally has tried to not violate laws most of my life. But, looking on history, most of the great people have been lawbreakers, rule breakers, violated the cultural norms. The founders of the USA were lawbreakers, so was Robin Hood, so were the blacks who refused to obey the racist laws in the South, Laws can be created to punish groups, to stigmatize those acts which, have as their goal, equal opportunity for the poor or minorities, such as the Nuremberg Laws, which sought to do great harm to Jewish people, back in war time Germany. Laws against marijuana, I predict, will eventually go away, much like the Volstead Act and 18th Amendment. And, even though I don’t drink alcohol, don’t take recreational drugs, don’t smoke anything, I uphold the freedom of those who do those things, to do them as long as they are not hurting anyone else.
I can only speak for myself because, unlike most traditional groups and organizations, Anonymous has no “leader”, no “corporate office”. We are like grains of sand on the beach that, when you try to squeeze us, we slip through your fingers even faster.
I am not a “joiner”. I was never involved in fraternities, don’t go to organized churches….and in general, in most of my life, I’ve been a loner. When I found Anonymous, the philosophy immediately made me want to become part of it…to support my brothers and sisters in the #AnonFamily.
Now, if you look at the history of Anonymous, post Chanology, you see that we have tried to highlight the plight of innocents who are being abused, and to use our talents to put pressure on authorities to bring guilty ones to justice, even when the authorities wanted to sweep crimes under the rug and avoid trials.
Anyone can call themselves an Anon, so this opens us up to occasionally attracting bad people, and, easily being infiltrated by law enforcement.
If you say that DD0Sing is illegal, and if Anons perform a DD0S and knock a site offline…to me, as someone who lived through the 1950s and 1960s, Distributed Denial of Service is the 21st century version of sit-ins that we did in the 1960s in university buildings. And honestly, how many times have various sites, generated such traffic that the site goes down without any Anon being involved, without LOIC, or any software being used to crash a server?
We also occasionally d0x…posting personal information of people online. For the most part, all we are doing is aggregating information easily found via Google or other search engine, information that is up for all to see if you know where to look.
Sure, a Fed can assume an Anon screen name…use a Guy Fawkes picture as his or her avi…and yes, can try to entrap Anons into some operation that technically (malum prohibitum) may break some law. It is easy to break a law because there are so many, even the Federal Government has no official count of the number of laws there are.
But, before you claim you are going after people for violation of the Computer Fraud and Abuse Act…consider that the NSA, from all indications, is violating that Act against civilians, congress people, and leaders of foreign governments every damn day. Even ex-President Jimmy Carter believes the NSA is reading his emails.
No, if anyone is endangering Americans, it is the NSA, DHS, ICE…violating the 4th Amendment protections, breaking into protected computer networks, etc.
Just read the Computer Fraud and Abuse Act…read the allegations of what the NSA is charged with, and what they have also even admitted to, and see who is the criminal here. The CFAA is found at :
” U.S. Code› Title 18 › Part I › Chapter 47 › § 1030
18 U.S. Code § 1030 - Fraud and related activity in connection with computers
And, yes, occasionally we have an Anon who is caught, and squeezed, threatened, intimidated to the point where he agrees to roll over, turn informant…like Hector Monsegur. But, he is like a turd…sure, he was at one time inside the body, but like that turd, has been expelled and is useless to anyone at this point.
Old School Anons who know each other, whether we are friends or not, we have a common culture. Sure, you can learn things like “Over 9000” “Derp” “Rustle my jimmies”…but unless you really care about animals and people, unless you are really concerned with freedom for everyone, for overthrowing the chains of fascism, you will always be just a uniform wearing a Fawkes mask…and you will be outed. You will blend in about as well as a heavily dark tinged, white Crown Vic with a pushbar, external searchlight, and wig-wag lights hidden behind the grill, who wants people not to know he’s a cop car.
Those who often think of us as bad hackers, often turn to us when one of their family is assaulted and the cops do nothing.
As for me, I am proud to be an Anon. We have helped people around the world, as well as here at home. We shine a light of truth when others are trying to block out the disinfectant called sunshine.
One thing about Anons…we may intentionally spell things weird or incorrectly, but we ARE legion, and we are fairly intelligent…because, we span the spectrum of people from very poor, to well to do, from uneducated, to lawyers, doctors, physicists.
And, we are always watching…we never forget, never forgive, and will not go away.
My wife and her mother, lost a friend last night to cancer. The person who passed, was getting chemotherapy, and my wife and her Mom, thought there was genuine hope…I was not so sanguine about her chances. When my wife drove home last night..I could see from her eyes that something was wrong…when I asked her, she told me her friend had passed.
Today, I was offline a while working on my computer, and when I came back online, I learned that a dear friend of mine,let’s call her Mac, lost her husband.
When I read that on Twitter…my heart dropped. Mac is one of the most wonderful people I know…someone I trust, someone who tries to do good for everyone. I blamed myself for not being online when she posted about her loss. I sent posts to her, expressing my condolences…but, of course, she was offline, as one would expect in this hour of grief.
I have never met Mac, nor her husband in person…don’t know what she looks like, don’t know anything much about her, except she is my friend, and a dear one at that…and though I didn’t know her husband, he musta been one hell of a good man to inspire such love and devotion from such a wonderful lady.
Although I am a fairly caring person, I’ve been shocked how much I’ve cried after reading about her loss. At such times, my mind goes to that John Doone line about not asking for whom the bell tolls, it tools for thee. Truly, for those of us who love, care, empathize, we are never “islands” and her loss really does diminish me. My day, already grey and problematic, took a whole new turn after reading her post.
It spoke to something deep in me. Mac , like me, did everything possible to help her loved one. Those who have not been in that predicament, don’t know the deep feelings of being lost, helpless, useless, that such situations force upon you. My mother, in the throes of late stage Alzheimers, I realize is not going to be a survivor of Alzheimers. You die with it or from it. That realization though, doesn’t lessen the sting of the pain, doesn’t make my soul not mourn for the way she was just a few years ago…and of course, even though she is alive, vital functions good, I feel I lost her in some ways, when this horrible disease started stealing the most important person in this world from me.
Like Jim Morrison said…none of us gets out of here alive….and, there are differing degrees of pain in the exit. One can only hope for the most dignified, painless exit possible…but, an exit is still that, an exit.
It made me reflect on my own mortality…on the giant ledger of life with its pluses and minuses…the good things and bad things I’ve done. I’ve never been a really evil or meanspirited person, but of course, any obituary that sums up ones life as “He was nice”, sounds like a total waste of a life.
Since I was small, I’ve hated so-called “authority”…even though, those who knew me would have pegged me for someone who always tried to follow the rules. And, through the years, via my real identity and my Anon one (and other assumed identities before Anonymous involvement) I have jousted at the windmills of authority. The notion that someone has the right to tell me how to live or act without any legitimate power to do so, has always riled my hackles….or rustled my jimmies…lulz.
So, when I go…I don’t want someone talking about me being a “good citizen” (whatever the hell that is) or about what writing accomplishments I had, any videos I made…or other how much money I had at one time…those are perhaps the most foolish of things to say, and not the way I would want to be remembered. I don’t want any bragging about how good I was at my chosen path to make a living, nor how many people I helped in my occupational endeavors.
No, I would like to be remembered as someone who did the best they could, given the situation they were in, and with the resources they had, but even more, as someone who loved animals, and humans, and tried his best to help their lives be better…nothing more than that.
So, I suppose there are many reasons for the tears I’ve shed today..although the catalyst was the loss of someone near and dear to people I love, that was only the catalyst…I suppose there are many, many reasons for my sadness…mans inhumanity to animals, mans inhumanity to man (and women)…and the general lack of empathy and caring that seems to be creeping onto those of us in the 21st century. We can read statistics of 100 people killed by soldiers, police, or in an earthquake, and not bat an eye….but let it be one person we know, or someone we love knows, and the loss of even one person, can evoke a river of tears.
Today is a sad day…but, most days are if you open your eyes to see the misery and the hurt going on around you.
My biggest hurdle, my biggest battle every day, is to smile…to laugh…to shake off the depression I feel. For those of you who follow me, you know I try to post things to make you smile, to make you laugh…and they are my poor attempt to provide some antidote, however weak, to the other stuff I post that underscores the horrors of the world.
I don’t really know why I am writing this. I suppose, it is an effort to cope with what, at times, is an overwhelming feeling of hopelessness within me. It seems no matter how hard we fight, it is always uphilll…much like the chore of mythical Sisyphus, doomed to try to roll a huge boulder uphill forever.
So, it is with sadness I see two more good people pass from this world….pass to the same destination I head one day.
All we can do is to live life the best we can…and if we do it right…people will miss us when we take our final journey.
I luv u guys…thanks for listening.