I Find No Conspiracy Theory - A Day In The Life...

I find no Conspiracy Theory.



A day in the life...


You see, by the definitions of the words alone Conspiracy and Theory I can truthfully say that there is no Theory in documented facts and hard proof. I subscribe to Conspiracy Facts.

For the person who says it is great to live in a free country… there are three things wrong:

1) it is no longer great

2) you are not living (you are surviving) and

3) you are not free.




Take the average day of JOHN Q. UNINFORMED, a U.S. CITIZEN:


He wakes up in the morning, smiles at his WIFE next to him feeling secure that they are legal since they have a license to be together.

He opens the window, gazes at the streaked, wispy white sky and sucks in a deep breath of toxic morning air.

He takes a warm shower laced with chlorine and fluoride, dresses himself in petroleum-based synthetic fibers and heads down to breakfast. A little short on time, he grabs an energy bar with the only recognizable and pronounceable ingredient being oatmeal and heads out the front door.


There in his yard are the people hurrying him and his licensed wife off to work. His mortgage banker is demanding $200 principle, $800 interest for the bank and if he doesn’t pay, his home will be taken from him. Next to him is his sheriff demanding property taxes or he will take the home.


Next is the insurance man demanding premium payments on his home, boat, car, trailer, life and health because the law says he must have insurance. Next are six credit card people demanding a minimum of $1 principle on each of his credit cards and $30 apiece for interest, late charges and penalties. Next are the utilities folks asking for a fee increase with threats of turning off his lights, heat, water, sewer and leaving his garbage in the street. Next are the code enforcement officers waiting for his lawn to grow too much, his paint to flake or any one of his numerous licenses to expire.


JOHN pats his licensed dog on the head and remembers that his pet is due for more shots and the yearly renewal of his license.

JOHN gets into his licensed VEHICLE, thankful that he is able to renew the privilege of maintaining and insuring it by paying the DMV every year. He makes sure he has his license to be a DRIVER on him also.

JOHN scrapes together his last $10 for 3 gallons of gas that will get him to work but he doesn’t feel bad; that $10 wasn’t enough for lunch anyway.

JOHN loses three hours of pay because he has to appear in court for a zoning violation of having in his back yard and old car he is restoring as a hobby. He should have known by now that the county requires it to be licensed and operable before he can commence repairs to make it operable and licensable. He finally gets his time in court and loses because his attorney spent his time preparing the bill instead of the case.

JOHN gets back to work and his boss tells him that his retirement pension has been cut in half due to bad investments and he will have to continue working twice as long to collect half as much.

JOHN receives his paycheck and an additional sheet of deductions paid to various tax and insurance agencies. He realizes that tomorrow morning he must duck out the back door to avoid the money hungry group in the front yard.

JOHN drives home with the knowledge that officers of any county, city or federal police agency could stop him for any reason. He is aware that the only probable cause they need is a presumption that he is breathing.

JOHN arrives home just in time to pay the tow company sent by the county to remove his unlawful, unlicensed and inoperable old car that he dearly loved.

JOHN greets his WIFE at the door both knowing full well that their house could have been "legally" entered and searched by a multitude of special agents from a multitude of government agencies in compliance with the new U.S.A. P.A.T.R.I.O.T. act and it’s sidekick Homeland Security.


His WIFE has also had a similar day at her work and, since they are both tired, they work together to make a scrumptious meal from something from a box and a can. They lace it with tap water having its own distinct odor and place it in the microwave for a prescribed time. Bingo! They have dinner. They chase their meal with a pink chalk compound that will subdue the intestinal kickback that they know is coming.

JOHN’S teenage son comes in wearing pants that defy all laws of gravity. JOHN tells him to take the garbage out and the child’s government education kicks in with the exclamation that Abe Lincoln already freed the slaves and a father has no right to tell his son what to do because he is sure that the Constitution grants children that right. Furthermore, if JOHN pursues any more unreasonable demands he will be sued. The young mercenary then demands food and reminds his father that his Ritalin prescription needs to be picked up in the morning.

Next his teenage daughter who has become pregnant as a result of being starved for love, attention and family values asks what she can do as she is now concerned with her graduation plans and future. JOHN and his WIFE have no clue.
After all this exciting home life they sit down and watch an hour of nightly propaganda followed by a couple of fantasy laced sit-coms and then retire for the night.

Finally in bed with JOHN’S mind and body the consistency of jello, his WIFE says, "Honey, my body needs some pleasure." With his remaining strength he reaches over and gives her his last bottle of clean air that he had saved from the 50s. She gets to breathe and he gets to sleep. After 4 to 6 hours of restless sleep they get to do it all over again. Is this living?




A day in a different kind of life

Now let’s consider a day in the life of John Q. Informed, an American citizen.

JOHN wakes up rested and in comfort from all the room in his bed. Only his wife is there since they chose to honor and love each other instead of getting a license and having the state, county, FBI and IRS in bed with them.

John looks out the window at the criss-crossed skies, greets them with little effort since it only takes one finger and draws a confident deep breath knowing his home is equipped with air purifiers. He drinks some herbal tea and has fresh organic fruit knowing that his body can recognize such and will not have to trap it in an irritating knot in his stomach.


He goes out the front door and no one is waiting for him on his patented property as he has not granted any of them permission. He gets into his car, that he learned to rename from vehicle, with the knowledge that he is going to operate it for personal conveyance rather than drive it in commerce and so he is not required to have a DRIVERS license.

He is almost immediately stopped by an armed member of his city’s CORPORATE POLICE and calmly explains to the Rambo looking person why neither he or his car requires a license. John even produces copies of the laws of his state that back him up. John starts to explain that he is not JOHN and realizes that he has exceeded the 28-second attention span of the officer. Rambo exposes his reading challenges, repeats the script of his "training," places his hand directly on his manhood in his holster, gives John a citation demanding payment to the city and threatens him with jail next time if he continues to not comply with the laws he is not required to comply with. John shrugs and pulls away from the curb knowing that when he gets back home he has to write another "bite me" letter with appropriate law cites and prepare himself for the "non answer, so shut-up and sit down" responses he will have to deal with to put this matter to rest.


He goes to his state University as he has a documentary on 9/11 and another on the IRS that he wishes to share with the youth there. A map of the campus is put in front of him designating the "free speech" zones available. From his heart he exclaims that he believes America to be a free speech zone. The response he gets is arrogant smirks with explanations that universities are institutions of higher training, not higher learning.


He looks at the their application anyway and finds out that the "free-speech zones" would only accommodate a small number of people and the information required amounted to him, his immediate family, living relatives and pets being licensed and standing naked in a crowd of government inspectors. John moved on to try and rent a local theater. The owner presented him with the same application requirements, a high amount rental contract, a stipulation that John pay for additional rental cops since such a controversial subject matter as truth could cause a riot and then said that he was reluctant to even do it since providing factual documentation to a large group of citizens could cost him his license.


John decides to think it over and see if he can find a financial backer. Deep inside he knows he will find plenty of people who say "yes John, you are right, keep up the good work but I won’t risk my money on spreading the truth." Back in his car, he turns on the radio and gets a sudden Rush of propaganda totally produced to divide the American people. John hears that this country is a democracy to be cherished and if he doesn’t agree he is undoubtedly a mental incompetent, in need of pharmaceuticals that will assuredly cause his happy place to shrivel up and fall off. The queasy alarm in his stomach goes off and John realizes that his stomach must be listening also.

He realizes that "from the jawbone of an ass" has taken on a new meaning. He changes the station only to be confronted with someone screaming to an irregular drumbeat that killing cops is good for all the people out there who perform unthinkable acts with their mothers. Off goes the radio.


He’s hungry now, but understands the difference between eating bulk-junk and nutritious intake. He passes a chicken colonel; a king, a sea captain, a music-box guy and a clown with their heart-attack-in-a-sack drive through windows to find a restaurant with organic food. He pays twice as much money for half as much food but gets 10 times more nutrition. His body says thank you by not emitting embarrassing sounds from body orifices.

Back on the road he dodges potholes, endures a boom-box-Honda, and faces sudden death at the hands of those aiming their vehicles at him in a chemically-induced stupor. John passes a hospital with a long line of cars leading to it. Closer investigation reveals that people are handing over $35 for a flu vaccination by just sticking their arm out the window. He wishes to himself that the evening news would report this as drive-by shootings. He then passes an IRS office with another line of people and smiles to himself as his vision of sheep shearing becomes vivid.

Remembering that when he left home his unlicensed and unvaccinated pet bird needed new flooring for his cage, John stops at the corner newsstand for either a local or national newspaper. Several people are standing around reading papers and commenting on the enlightened info they were receiving. John graciously offers a few facts and their reactions immediately tell him that he has just been labeled and packaged as "one of them" as taught in the papers they were reading. Before walking away he takes another look into their eyes to confirm that what he is seeing is the inside of the back of their heads.

His next stop is an appointment with his Homeopathic Doctor to get a vein and artery cleansing chelation treatment and perhaps a vitamin B shot. He walks in on three genderless types stripping the doctor of his license for failure to follow "accepted medical directives," failure to prescribe enough pharmaceuticals, and conspiracy to teach people health and healing.
He proceeds on to his car dealership because his car has a little red flashing "theft" light that is annoying him and he wants it disconnected.

The service manager looked at John like he was nuts and said it was against federal law to disable that system and besides that they were not given any manuals telling what the thing is, where the thing is, or how to disconnect it. John found a mechanic who told him that it was a transponder sending out his vehicle ID number so that the car could be located wherever it was. John proceeded to pull every fuse from his car only to find out that he had disabled every system necessary for his car to run while the objectionable little light continued to flash.


He was only a mile from home so he headed there but managed to mouth a common two single syllable word phrase as well as a middle digit salute to each of the 27 street corner cameras tracking his travel.


Finally home, he finds two special agents from another new agency that even he hadn’t heard of yet inventorying his subversive properties. They had stolen his extra month of food and water storage, his copy of the Constitution and real newspapers, books and videos explaining the truth about America’s course. He asked them if their inability to qualify for the "Special" Olympics was their credentials for becoming "special" agents? They of course didn’t understand the question and stormed off.

His wife arrives home tired after three interviews for work that she is highly qualified for but the business owners reluctantly wouldn’t give her a job because she had explained that her name was Mary not MARY, she didn’t have a government tracking number and wouldn’t say, because she didn’t know or care, that she was even a small part of whichever minority they needed to hire that day. John of course faced the same dilemma.

John helped Mary prepare a nutritional raw food dinner from their home grown garden knowing their Heritage seeds and garden were now illegal because their seeds, which can reproduce, were not the one season controlled terminator seeds. At the dinner table John Jr., his teenage son, produced a report card that should have sported high academic grades but told his parents that his teachers were failing him because he spent too much time in individual thought and didn’t always go along with the group. His teachers gave him a list of careers that would suit him and told him to stop dreaming about anything else. John and Mary knew immediately that John Jr. was crumbling under Goals 2000, Cradle to Grave, No Child Left Behind, and the host of other programs aimed at socially engineering their son to be a mindless moron. Home school was immediately decided on so that John Jr. could retain his personal thought process and wouldn’t be in danger of being force medicated with Prozac or another mind-altering drug given to other brilliant children to keep them dull and not able to think.


Next, their daughter Suzi chimed in on how hard it was to get along at school because her clothes concealed her body and she didn’t have any tattoos or piercings. She had no objection to any of it, but simply didn’t want it for herself. This was considered to be personal choice and she was labeled a troublemaker by not going along with the group. Suzi was also offered the same option of home school and the glee was readily apparent.
Their like-minded friends come over and since they are ever conscious of the need to learn they put in a good informational DVD from "With Liberty and Justice for All."


John and Mary then turned on their government teleprompter and watched the news. It was the only early warning system they had to alert them of new policies and programs headed their way. Most U.S. citizens were watching the same thing, not seeing the underlying intent and proclaiming how well the government was doing its job of protecting them from themselves. These U.S. citizens then went channel surfing for the nightly nudes, which are probably the only true pictures they will ever understand. John and Mary meanwhile are evaluating what they were just told and determining when they would need to "duck and cover."

Finally, at rest in their bed without company, they proclaim their love to each other but sleep cautiously knowing that on this day they had only observed a fraction of the absurdities being force fed to Americans.
This is not "living" either, but John and his family are healthy, happy and feeling good; they have their own thoughts and they do not live in fear because they know who they are. They also live in an area where their friends are preparing for the end times but with a promise for a better future. They can wake up every morning, knowing they did their best to stop the following scenario from happening.



A day in the not-too-distant future


In the late 2000s we enter one of America’s fenced off human resource areas and find two people secretly talking. Resource Unit No. 57, a female worker unit and Resource Unit No. 92, a male entertainment unit.

UNIT 57: "I know this isn’t supposed to happen, but I’ve grown to trust you 92 and I have some distressing information that I must discuss. I know it’s against the law to talk about these things and especially bad to display any morals but I want you to promise to keep a secret until we can decide what to do."

UNIT 92: "You’re acting very strange, but O.K. I’ll keep your secret. What have you done that is so awful?"

UNIT 57: "This is really difficult to admit but I’ve learned to read."

UNIT 92: "Oh No! How did it happen and does anyone else know?"

UNIT 57: "You’re the only one who knows and it all started when one of those dreadful patriot units from the twentieth century managed to sneak in and deliver several boxes of information from someone he said was my grandfather, whatever that is, and suggested that I start looking this stuff over. There were some weird old books from a time when school was for everyone and they have taught me to read and realize what these people had before they screwed it up and what they could have done to keep it for us. By the way, did you know that an entertainment unit used to be a piece of furniture?"

UNIT 92: "Very funny 57, I think you’ve gone off the deep end. Look at what we have now. Our leader, Master 666 gives us a space to live in, food, medical treatments and all the TV we want. All we have to do is perform our assigned jobs."

UNIT 57: "Well 92, it just became obvious to me that you are a piece of furniture. Back in the 1900s the people could read, but they didn’t. They had free speech, but they kept quiet. They had unalienable rights, but they gave them up. They could choose partners, but they didn’t cherish them. They could have their own children, but they wouldn’t teach. They could travel freely, but they traded for control. They could learn from a ministry, bu they joined a controlled church. They had thousands of people warning them with the truth, but they ignored them. They could vote, but they didn’t. They could be healthy, but they went to Burger Wizard instead. They had a Constitution, but they trashed it. They had wealth, but they didn’t protect it. They could change things, but they waited for the other guy to do it for them. They had guns, but they laid them down. They had TV—and they watched it."

UNIT 92: "ZZzzzzzzzz!"

UNIT 57: "Nothing’s changed!"

THE END? I HOPE NOT!


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