I know. At times in the past, I've risked my life
and limb standing up for one's Constitutional rights and the technical
aspect of what the law actually says. These people don't even study the
Constitution to become part of law enforcement, nor do the lawyers.
Constitutional law and what we had as law in the past are lost sciences,
which need the discovery of a Rosetta Stone. In the 'letter of the law'
option, rather than put the system on trial, I dazzle Big Brother with
the letter of the law. I have nothing against technicalities, but in the
past when using this option, I have had to face a choice, do I give my
life for some legal technicality or give in under duress. As the Word of
God says, the letter of the law does not give life (for instance, when
our government wants to do something else).
My story is a story about the love of truth, but
whether it has a happy ending remains to be seen. Our nation's legal
heritage in the past is a phantom, a phantom that many people continue
to cling to. Recently my wife and I watched the movie K-19. It showed
the tyranny of the Communist Russian system, and how its tyranny
destroyed the chance for things to function, for instance the nuclear
sub K-19. Had the rigid authoritarian system let people do their jobs
without micromanaging them from on high, then things would have
functioned better. When I commented to my wife, that I was grateful that
I was born in Kansas and not Russia, she replied, "Well, Dorothy, this
isn't Kansas anymore."
She's right; the surreal Brave New World we live in
is not Kansas anymore.
So we come back to the choice I've made. To stare
the monster in the face and go to court. And when my side gets done
fighting their court battle and the dust settles, where I will be is
anyone's guess. I may be in the belly of the beast. Some might call this
battle trial and error, or perhaps trials and tribulations. Ladies and
Gentlemen of my readership, my future is in the hands of other people,
and I have very little influence over what happens. It is like boarding
a plane that looks like it might fall apart being piloted with a
question mark for a pilot. But even that analogy doesn't quite describe
what it is like to enter the bizarre world of the American legal system.
While both sides get to pitch, it seems at times our side has to hit a
homerun to be allowed to go to first base. It's not a level playing
field. I am watched and listened to by the government. A government paid
attorney defends me. I am brought before a government judge who himself
will select my jury. The only thing in the courtroom that is not
government issued is the defendant. The first line of people who get to
decide my fate are the jury, the judge and the attorneys. The second
line of persons are the evilarchy and the good Lord Almighty, who will
also throw their influence into things.
I have been totally amazed at the hundreds, more
likely thousands, of people praying for me even in foreign lands. I got
long distance calls from South Africa and Japan telling me that they
were praying for me. I was honored this last Friday to receive the Texas
Freedom Award "in recognition of service to humanity and the active
promotion of freedom, liberty, and justice in Texas." The award
committee was Christ Athanas, of RealityExpander.com and Jeffrey Lee
Contreras, editor of There4IAm.com . These are the people that keep me
going. They are the people who let me know that there is something worth
fighting and dying for in this nation. It would have been easy for me to
buckle under and to have done something stupid. It's not easy to face
the monster face to face. (Even God closed the door on the Ark when it
got hopelessly bad.) But if I come through this, I know that there are
good people out there that deserve to be free and to know the truth, and
I hope to continue my writing after all this for them.