What the Change Means

Frankly, I'm glad Christmas is behind me. I deserved the lump of coal in my stocking. I'm a bad fit during the holiday season. I try to be decent about it. That's all I can say.

The signs are everywhere. It is undeniable that people think we're in for a big change. Do we hope for things to get better and pick a leader we think will make it better for us? Four million people are expected to attend Barrack Obama's inauguration. I'm not on that bandwagon either. Frankly, it makes me sick in the stomach.

I keep repeating that I don't know how things could be any better for me. So how could this square peg have it so good when I'm anything but going with the flow? Progressives don't know whether they are afoot or horseback. A few of my readers appear to know that by going with the ebb and flow of the tides you don't get anywhere. And, according to our prophets, one of these days the flow of the tides could put the mindless under water.

All I can say is, what a friend I have in Jesus! In 1973, I was personally facing drastic change, and terribly frightened. By 1975, I was on my way, coincidentally, on Good Friday. I didn't plan it, but on Easter Sunday I drove into Miami, Florida, symbolic of my rebirth. I didn't have the answer. All I had was hope that I could make my life better than it had been. I didn't look to authority for my answers. To the contrary, authority was my opposition. That's why I have it so good now.

On TV last night, we were informed by a convert from Islam to Christianity that we should love our enemy. That's why he chose Christianity over Islam. His father was one of the founders of Hamas. He was a leader of Hamas. He now tells the world that the Koran is not the word of God; Islam is a drug; Muslims are sick. In so doing, he signed his death warrant. By the way, the signers of America's Declaration of Independence signed their death warrants. Figuratively speaking, Jesus sacrificed his life that you might be free.

I'd like for Obama's support to be aware that I was locked out of my one-room apartment in Miami for non-payment of rent. Obama is not for the meek. No, I didn't look to my opposition for help. I looked within for answers. Where there is the will, there is the way.

I'm not sure that Jesus ever lived, but his message is what counts as much today as it did 2,000 years ago. Speaking figuratively, as authority did the day Jesus was nailed to a cross-the authorities did that to Jesus because he was a threat to their power-I was a threat to the taxing authority. The courts labeled me a "spurious constitutional objector." Newspaper stories point out what a nut I was to challenge Federal income tax. The IRS, figuratively speaking, were out to nail me to a cross. The lawless frauds were forced to give me back what they took from me with interest. But they left me homeless by assessing me taxes I didn't owe, and freezing my rightful tax refund, partly to pay erroneous tax. Why? Because I dared to challenge the Commissioner of Internal Revenue with my legal action.

The IRS offered to send my tax refund if I'd drop my legal action and pay their erroneous assessment. They later admitted they had no right to do that. I fought a legal battle with the IRS for 11 years. In the end, the IRS admitted that it was mistaken, in a front page newspaper story, in everything they did. They violated two court orders. Barrack Obama's Christian minister for twenty years, Rev. Wright, screamed "Goddam America, the nation I love. Little does Wright know. President Obama will be robbing Peter to pay Paul. He should have Goddamed the United States of America, if not the worst frauds ever, the biggest frauds of all times. It is little wonder that we are hated.

Jesus said, render unto Caesar what is Caesar's. However, he overturned the money changers' tables. He did not render unto Caesar age old principles of right and wrong. I posed the question to my opposition: what's the taxing limit? My answer from the IRS was that 100 percent of my income can be taken in tax. Is that right or wrong, President-elect Obama? As wrong as that absolutely is, the masses are depending on a government and courts that have no qualms about putting defenseless taxpayers on the street, the idea being that the means is justified by the end. Four million admirers are going to Washington, D.C. to welcome being controlled by people who could not care less about them or their rights.

The Jew, Jesus, dwells within us. We are not religious pawns. That realization saved me, not my Christian religion. My religion, if you could call it that, is the Higher Law, background of the U.S. Constitution, to which President Obama, before four million admirers, is going to swear allegiance.

The courts called me a "spurious constitutional objector." What are the courts? The Fifth Amendment to the Constitution, besides telling us we don't have to testify against ourselves, tells us we have every right to be heard in a meaningful way in a meaningful place on government excesses that deprive us of our liberties. The courts are lawless frauds.

A self-fulfilling prophecy is one that brings about the events it foretells. For some time, we have been made aware of what is taking place at this time, namely, the economic meltdown. We've been made aware of the apocalypse, in Revelations, future events, the end of Earth as we know it, fire coming down from Heaven, Satan waging war, a thousand year reign of the Messiah, the last of man's sinful nature, the creation of a new Heaven and Earth.

With the fraud we've got in control of us, it should be at no surprise at all to any thinking citizen that the good times are no longer rolling. We've been left with a choice of self-fulfilling prophecies, the Fifth Amendment or the apocalypse. I tried the Fifth Amendment. I was heard by the press, but not by the authorities. The authorities were forced to admit their "mistake." The fact is, though, that no one but us chickens pay for government mistakes. The admission of government fraud scares the hell out of us. It's going to take more than one to be heard by the authorities. They will hear us, though, when enough of us decide to speak.