It seems another edict came tumbling down the pyramid of the Emporium of Spectacles located in the access portal of the District of Columbia. Chris Floyd at the Empire Burlesque has already grappled with the social implications of this ruling by the Great Legal Shoguns of the Emporium of Spectacles so I won’t get into the details of this latest magnum opus that gives the scepter of God to the Uniformity League as well as the supernatural ability to declare whoever they wish “enemy combatants” while simultaneously converting them into “non-persons”; that they can reduce anyone’s status as a “legal entity.”
There was a time when I would respond as equally vociferously. But I don’t necessarily have any qualms about being declared a non-person considering what the “legal” definition of person is and what the word “person” derives from: the word persona meaning mask or character in a drama, possibly derived from the Etruscan phersu. The legal term is a corporation having the rights of a person or a “human being.” There are some more antiquated legal texts that define human being as a monster, or subspecies. I encourage anyone who is curious enough to look into the etymology and semantics of such things as I am no expert. The point is not that things could not be as simple as they are presented from the language constructors but everything coming from the Emporium of Spectacles should be held in speculation. Trust but verify.
If this quote is true, the voice behind Woodrow Wilson, who happened to be Edward Mandel House, had some interesting things to say about altering a person’s identity through the registration of their biological property:
“[Very] soon, every American will be required to register their biological property in a National system designed to keep track of the people and that will operate under the ancient system of pledging. By such methodology, we can compel people to submit to our agenda, which will affect our security as a chargeback for our fiat paper currency. Every American will be forced to register or suffer not being able to work and earn a living. They will be our chattel, and we will hold the security interest over them forever, by operation of the law merchant under the scheme of secured transactions. Americans, by unknowingly or unwittingly delivering the bills of lading to us will be rendered bankrupt and insolvent, forever to remain economic slaves through taxation, secured by their pledges.”
“They will be stripped of their rights and given a commercial value designed to make us a profit and they will be non the wiser, for not one man in a million could ever figure our plans and, if by accident one or two would figure it out, we have in our arsenal plausible deniability. After all, this is the only logical way to fund government, by floating liens and debt to the registrants in the form of benefits and privileges. This will inevitably reap to us huge profits beyond our wildest expectations and leave every American a contributor to this fraud which we will call “Social Insurance.” Without realizing it, every American will insure us for any loss we may incur and in this manner; every American will unknowingly be our servant, however begrudgingly. The people will become helpless and without any hope for their redemption and, we will employ the high office of the President of our dummy corporation to foment this plot against America.”
I haven’t been able to verify this account but considering other quotes made by the men who would be Kings, I would not put it beneath them. It just so happens that Mr. House also wrote a book under a pseudonym called Philip Dru, Administrator that documents Dru as he implements major reforms in the US political system while ascending to the heights of total dictator. Considering how many characters in novels are amalgams of an author’s own subconscious fantasies, I would surmise that Mr. House as his name implies “housed” a hyperbolic inner tyrant. And if there is any question how the men who would be Kings could pull off such a monolithic deception, Les Visible points out as much about the millions of twittering fleas who have swapped their conscience for social mobility. These are those who through graft, countervailing and manipulation of the simple strands of truth have created a Freakshow of epic proportions no different than the dozens of microbiologists and genetic scientists in secret government labs.
I’m compelled to believe it’s a diversion being hung up about the political prisoners in China, Burma or the Palestinian dissidents in Israel though I have more solidarity with them than the gendarmerie with the scroll and keys. But I can’t take my eyes off a bigger ball closer to home. We are all “political prisoners” to some extent. Those who are bound by their pledge of allegiance to a murderous, venomous, wayfaring Sate, who see no right of exit and no recourse, who disappoint themselves every few years under the vainglorious belief that this year’s Congressional blue chip recruits won’t throw their integrity pills into Dante’s Inferno at the first sign of Jezebel’s lactating breast.
There are many examples I could point to. In most homes, you can pick up any item or overturn any piece of furniture and its place of manifest will more than likely be China or some other sub region of Asia. Like those slave labor implants, there are “drugs” and vilified plants that if there were a tracking code we could follow through the hands and cargo space of the intermediaries would lead us through the Underground Railroad of covert extra-governmental operations- a network of ad hoc corporations and agencies that provide the legs for the “official” government’s increasing criminalization of every atom of life. That in turn bolsters the bottom line of the private corporations whose interest in justice is not only tied but superseded by the itching in their pockets. An interlocking feedback loop where a copious amount of those twittering fleas known as “attorneys” and “lawyers” are needed to administer, or as I believe, shield the layman from discovery of the fraud. It’s not wonder the man known as Jesus is alleged to have made this comment: “Woe to you lawyers also! For you load people with burdens hard to bear, and you yourselves do not touch the burdens with one of your fingers.”
They have created a closed union where all of the initiates are trained in using surreptitious language that, rather than upholding and recognizing a man or woman’s unique identity, strips them of substance, diagnoses them as mute and incompetent, fills outs a prescription that re-presents or re-produces them as “wards,” “fictions,” “artificial”, and the nominal layman or laywoman have been so inculcated with the convenient tendency that they must seek out the learned men, the authorities, the knighted, the licensed, the certified to understand the clockwork of the world that when they are referred to as “person” or any other legal moniker, they slide seamlessly into the costume thinking they have preserved their rights or liberties. It is the Linguistic Prison, the descendant of Babylonian Talmudic law that has been used for other industries as well, banking, medicine, etc. and the twittering fleas have sucked the venision out of every other industry with their spiderwebs of red tape.
Not everyone accepts this narrative but I’ve seen enough of the traps of alleged truth devised by those sordid disassembled archons that my credulity is potentially infinite when probing into their extant records. If the gainsayers in the Emporium of Spectacles have committed large sums of money over multiple decades (and some believe, multiple centuries) to convert populations the world over to milquetoast, gophers, sycophants and feeble-minded illiterates, I wouldn’t expect them to arrange the deck of cards so that ever elusive “equality” is paramount in their “Court”, where they have codified all the rules of the game. Naïveté doesn’t even began to detail the subterfuge of this Royal Society of esquires.
The shattered hearts of those still pining for the next inducement of civil rights victories or that vaunted misleaders will demonstrate a bit of constitutional acumen is understandable. But the focus on whom or what organization agrees to recognize me as a living, existing, vibrant will only continue to legitimize their mystical powers. We need demystification, not the further apotheosis of the Emporium Of Spectacles, equating them with the ineffable, the divine, granting them the right to confer to you or I the right to exist or the right to be or to flow within the continuum. We come across so many people (some of us do) and if a passerby were to renounce us, we’d probably find it laughable, annoying maybe, but nothing requiring immense amounts of wasted power to overturn the renunciation or the mobilization of the foot soldiers.
Governments have a greater degree of reputation in many of our eyes still so many yet find it difficult to personally dispose of these edicts from our own minds. So unable to do that, some will cogitate on them until they evolve into more concrete form and shape, they become canonized in our own mind. I have no authority to tell you who or what you are. No group of imperial solipsistic bloodhounds calling themselves “Supreme” or Congress or (p)Resident can tell me who or what I am. That authority is reserved for me only. But if your world is made more bright, if your edges are smoothed out, if your nerves are calmed by a meaningless recognition, a simulacra of kindred identification from the Emporium of Spectacles and its licensed agents, be my guest. But be forewarned; to those we give the authority to define us, we also give the authority to rule us.