Chapter 16: Mercy Me

It’s over for now but it’s not finished.

I have been made and arrested. The stupidest most common mistake outlaws often make, I kick myself for making too. Repeating style.

Modus Operandi. That is what tripped me up. They were watching and waiting for me to continue what worked before. A bank official alerted the FBI an attempt to set up a new non-profit foundation’s bank account, with three silent uninterested seeming participants and one gregarious solicitous “attorney” was in process. Delays while doing business in banks is to be expected, so I was unaware it was a more deliberate delay, until the agents arrived and arrested me.

Normally, someone in my situation would hire a powerful law firm and fight it out in the courts. They didn’t even bother to read Miranda rights to me. The government has no intention of this becoming headlines. My arrest and everything else about me, is classified as ultra secret and being swept under the rug.

Where am I now? Imprisoned in a very comfortable FBI safe house and guarded day and night by revolving teams of agents. At least four at all times. They have one of those GPS house arrest collars around my ankle, but other than that, I’m unfettered. No cuffs.

Are you wondering why they haven’t already beat the shit out of me, or taken me out to some remote spot and shot me in the ear? Yeah, me too. Actually, the agents are friendly and nice to me and amongst their number are many excellent cooks.

Makes sense they would concern themselves with good food. Long stakeouts are extremely boring, as I can imagine. They invite me to play cards. No thanks. Chess? No thanks. Watch TV? The threat of torture finally rears it’s snarling head? Oh, the offer of TV was as entertainment, not forced mind flush propaganda. N o thanks.

To pass the time, I ask for pen and paper, to write about my experience and adventures. They are agitated and excited I want to write but immediately decline paper and pen. Instead, they hasten themselves to supply me with an enormous laptop. A word processing app is initiated for me, I’m instructed how to set up an account and log in, and I’m invited, encouraged to type anything I wish into the computer.

This is what you are reading. How is this smuggled out so you can read it here? Are you nuts? Would you give away all your deep secrets so generously? Or write them in a diary your enemies control? Anything and everything I write here is immediately parsed by an army of expert analysts and doctors. Certainly every keystroke simultaneously appears on dozens of computer screens across the country. They anxiously provided me with this device hoping I will reveal my organizations secrets.

They treat me very nice, feed me very well, because punishing me is so far below in the priority list as to practically disappear. They desperately want answers to the riddle of me of us. How did we accomplish things they weren’t prepared for and can’t solve themselves. They know who I was before I became a ghost, but don’t know who I am now or what part I have played, other than I illegally posed as a lawyer and set up accounts for fake foundations. How many are in my organization? They are convinced it’s a large, talented, well funded group. The FBI will soon offer me immunity to turn state’s witness for the prosecution if I finger the top guys.

Respect me for my extreme loyalty to the mastermind behind this coordinated uprising and movement. I love him as much as I love myself! (snicker) One for all, and all for one! Make me one with everything. Hot dog vendors everywhere, are all responsive to that battle cry.

This stream of consciousness narrative is never going to reveal the master’s plan and who is behind all of it. If the world’s history of the last three centuries teaches anything, it teaches underground resistance eventually prevails over the power usurpers. The meek really do inherit the earth. Especially when they are brave and determined. The more they are persecuted, the stronger they become.

In 1888 Nietzsche stated, “Out of life’s school of war—what doesn’t kill me, makes me stronger.” Perseverance and resilience are unstoppable by their own definitions. I’m just a cog, but a loyal cog.

Even if I told you who else is involved, you won’t believe me. The truth is beyond your comprehension. You won’t recognize the truth even when it bites you in the ass. Remember the ant and the rubber tree plant song. The little guy, the worker, the ant, is not to be despised. The individual ant can lift many times his own weight. The difference between ants and humans is mind. Imagine what men can do when they put their mind to it. Doesn’t modern technology prove my point? From the Wright brothers first flight at Kittyhawk to landing on the moon, all occurred within one human life span. Socialism, communism, fascism, collectivism, all these forms of totalitarian governments and their rich elites eventually fail. The aristocrats are always overthrown. Governments only rule by consent of the governed. If they attempt to ignore the people, consent is withdrawn and revolution inevitably follows. Fake consensus, fake votes, have no power in the final analysis.

The TRUE will of the people will not be denied. Attempt to shut them up, they’ll smack you in the head to gain your attention. They will make themselves heard, one way or another. Pay attention or pay the price. History records the failures of tyrants and tyrannical classes without mercy. There is a lot of asswhup coming soon.

Why is there a break in the narrative? Because the government analysts aren’t reading this part, I hope.

Three days of third degree extremely uncomfortable questioning intervene between my previous comments and this continuation. My friendly captors are now less friendly. They are convinced I’m connected with a popular uprising. They overwhelmed me, and tortured a confession out of me. I actually enjoyed confessing.

It provide a few moments of euphoria studying the shock on their faces when they heard the news.

Mass tax revolt planned. Defunding the federal government is something that apparently hadn’t occurred to them. The prospect of a nationwide universal workers strike also dismays them. Boycotts of media, NO AUDIENCES, big boxstores, and Internet shopping sites deprived of sales by customer revolt. Rather than anarchy, total ennui is planned.

There will be no public demonstrations to provoke an unprovoked police action and feed fake media claims of insurrections put down. The individual productive citizens are simply withdrawing from all civic interaction. Production stops cold. Transportation stops cold. The cities are not under armed siege, just a shut down of their supply trains. The citizens are willing to make do with what they have hoarded up for emergency. Who will the massive government regulate when the people reject all regulations by doing nothing that can be regulated. They simply refuse to budge from their homes!

When the income dries up for the rich, the zero cash flow problems will be agonizing and domino effect catastrophic for them. Same for government with zero tax dollars coming in.

Huge government atrophies when bureaucrats refuse to work without pay and close their offices. We plan to hit the elite where it hurts the most. In their pocketbooks.