Tooth Marks to a Schism

His Holiness Benedict XVI in his paternal concern for the spiritual distress which the parties concerned have voiced as a result of the excommunication, and trusting in their commitment, expressed in the aforementioned letter, to spare no effort in exploring as yet unresolved questions through requisite discussions with the authorities of the Holy See, a remission

Of course, attorneys in Haddonfield, never mind the abuse and humiliation I suffered at the hands of Liberty Resources, Incorporated, claimed, in a letter forbidding me any further contact with the center, that they forwarded my email referencing Omar Mateen to the FBI, which I then subsequently forwarded to Tony Stiles for his radio program. I then threw a legitimate fit, heart-rending torment, in the voice mail of Nancy, one of a dwindling number of the originals left from Liberty's founding, and she sent me to a deaf woman's phone. Liberty actually breaks the law, and makes settlements. I get referred to federal authorities for livid malice, nothing happens. This is the disease of urban entrenchment, but it's not quite so subversive any longer that I have the federal agency's communique with the public in an adversary file.
Had I signed into the virtual Niume community sooner I would have been deflated faster, and cannot say there was much of a conqueror's enthusiasm for joining in; it took me scant time to scold the administrators. I'm too hard nosed for all this "tune into nature" sensibility, finding myself exactly back where I was with Examiner. Clarity Media evidently folded its citizen journo slave labor into AXS, and I haven't attempted to return, hat in hand, for five dollar pieces over Niume's penny ante. No wonder they never cared about my post links, however hot the tongs. I'm unsure why blacks keep following me, but I'm as much to blame, linking  back to them, unwittingly, indifferently. I am not trying to blame anyone in Oklahoma, if that was the implication people took away. I simply had an idea to bear down on Nichols with a fresh eye, and I had it earlier than the journo speculating on McVeigh's other motives, hence my anger. I had the idea and did not persist.

Oklahoma City

it strains belief to suppose that this appalling crime was the work of two men--any two men. I believe it came about because of foreign involvement. I also believe our government might have prevented the whole thing. --Stephen Jones, Others Unknown

To take a cue from a titular local, and change direction when the geopolitical tilt is in a certain head wind, I do believe that reverberations remain in the wake of McVeigh's and Nichols' attempt to schism federal cohesion, though I am altogether uncertain that federal agents involved in the back end of building the case against the co-conspirators would have sat on the knowledge of foreign handlers. As McVeigh's defense lawyer, Jones is still advocating for his doomed client, attempting to shift the burden. If there is a burden to shift, I think it is domestic, close-lipped, bound in the code of western frontier silence, and now is as good a time as any to imagine there are stones still to be upturned.

According to Hollywood's pro-forma logic in Arlington Road, which isn't new, as utilized the same device in the more placid Parallax View, sating Warren's liberal hard on, government commissions accept the patsies created for them by black ops. Jeff Bridges moves from point to point, believes he's uncovering a home grown coup devised by Tim Robbins, and instead becomes the fall guy shielding the shadow syndicate, and nothing works that smoothly. If it did, Chinese authorities wouldn't debase themselves through the use of brute force for the sake of central planning.

But what Jones and the studio system do tap into is our underlying knowledge of civil service competency. It doesn't exist, and as such, all governments go to great lengths to assure us otherwise, hence, there is our cover up, proof of how debilitating it is to make it appear that Hillary Clinton actually deserves her authority.

Another Hack Day

Frying my brain, I applied to be an upload writer once again at an automated upload site and failed their entry test with a 60% correct answer ratio. They want 70%. I preferred speed, simply getting it done, and this is what the digital age has reduced us to, never mind the 34 years I've spent slogging through the small presses. I really used to believe my CV amounted to something, and without logging in, discovered my mostly aggregated content at Examiner.com is still there, laughing with insane raspy squirrel vocalizations, the site applied to didn't want to know anything about me. Researching pitches. I have ceased querying everyday, wondering what the point is if I cannot afford guild/union fees. Writer's Market rarely lands me anything usable. I'll share something stark: I hit Reason Magazine with a pitch about McVeigh's legacy, tying it into Arlington Road thanks to this esoteric account with my disturbing negations, and supposed I could jump through security clearances necessary to correspond with home grown Oklahoma anarchy and actually received a no thanks! I mean we know enough to be ignored, right? How dark is that? Maybe the editor wanted to keep me on his good side, but it is still an idea I'm turning over, negotiating with myself how to toe the line without simply delving into hermeneutic prognostication.

But I can't keep hitting the same publication due to libertarian arousal. Kimmy is on my lap, pestering me to watch her eat. I need a break. Maybe I am simply a stupid obnoxious bitch. McVeigh went after indiscriminate targets. I prefer targeted assassination, but as Gary Sinise told a corrupt Nicholas Cage in another conspiracy film, there is always an adjustment in every operation.