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Our Actions Will Echo For Eternity
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Bulletin

False propaganda, to be truly effective, Has to exist in an environment In which there are no alternatives to contradict it. Otherwise, it can be seen for the lie that it is.


"Who denounced you?" said Winston. "It was my little daughter," said Parsons with a sort of doleful pride. "She listened at the keyhole. Heard what I was saying and nipped off to the patrols the very next day." George Orwell (from 1984)


"I can't blame Crystal for doing what she did. She told the truth when questioned by the authorities. That's what I've always taught her to do." Mother of DARE student Crystal Grendell after being arrested in a drug raid based on information provided by Crystal to her DARE officer. (Wall Street Journal. April 1992)


"He's my son and I love him. He found it [marijuana] and did what he had to do." Jerry Herrera, father of DARE student Jouquin Herrera who tipped off police. (Rocky Mountain News, September 1991)


"If the American people ever allow private banks to control the issue of their money, first by inflation and then by deflation, the banks and corporations that will grow up around them (the banks), will deprive the people of their property until their children will wake up homeless on the continent their fathers conquered." - Thomas Jefferson



Monday, December 05, 2005

Life In A Small Town

I live in a very small town.

Our biggest industries are wheat, the railroad, and ...well, wheat and the railroad.


Well, anyways...here I was sitting in the truck waitin’ on the train to get done a doin’ whatever it was doin’ (they sort of put trains together and such here so the wait can be a while).

Now this bein’ a small town everybody gets out and visits up and down the line of cars if they know it is gonna be a while.

I am no different.

I mean after all...we ain’t goin’ nowheres for a while.

The fellers run around and visit. Kids are wrasslin’ in the yards by the side of the road and such.

I am hollering at the fellers to quit eatin’ the dead squirrel out of the road when I spot my Partner ‘bout five or six vehicles in front of me. He has this whole group of folks gathered around him and they are looking up into this big ol’ maple tree.

I wandered on down there to see what the commotion was about and there was this little ol’ scraggly cat way the hell on up there in this tree.

Folks was talkin’ bout callin’ the fire department to get this cat down when partner looks at me and grins.

I just shrugged to let him know that it was fine with me whatever he came up with.

He told the folks that the fire department wasn’t necessary and (pointing to me) said that I could just climb right on up there and get this cat out.

Then it got fun because people started bettin’ I couldn’t do it. I was grinning by this time cuz I knew what he was up to.

Well...he let the pot build up to a hundred dollars and then we went to work.

He just walked over to his truck where I keep my climbing gear and got it all out. I put it on and by this time people knew they had been had.

I gaffed on up that tree with a burlap sack stuck in my belt, grabbed the cat, stuck it in the sack, gaffed back down, and handed it over.

Time elapsed? About two minutes.

Waiting on a train in a small town can be fun sometimes. A couple of minute work and we each made fifty bucks, rescued a cat (which someone took) and just had a damn good time in the process.

It don’t get much better than that.

Hell yeah....
 
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