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America, Adopted or Hijacked?

Wasting my time? This is how I feel writing about this subject of America the Beautiful and the Big Bad Wolf. Not that I think the time spent trying to explain and relate what I have learned is unworthy and a waste of time, but rather it generally falls upon deaf and disinterested ears. This attitude accounts for the situation we are in.

No one knew we were on a path of destruction or bothered to find out what was really going on out there. For the longest time we had no choice anyway since almost all of the information we processed was hand fed to us like how one might feed animals in a zoo. Today, we have no excuse since the real truth of it is all right there on the Internet where knowledge is shared, validated and free.

There is a resistance with most Americans to consider anything might be really out of line or wrong in our grand country that grew out of such a remarkable history and foundation. How could America, a word that once equated good, truth, freedom and right, be transformed into just the opposite? At least this is as most of the world sees us now.

At home we are constantly inundated by the TV with the might and right of the USA and soldier pictures evoking sympathy and empathy for our troops sacrificing themselves for our just causes. Playing off a history of proud American golden years, the tune today somehow just doesn’t really harmonize with the ugly truth. Many Americans are ashamed of what their government has done, or not done in the case of some disasters blamed on unfathomable incompetence. Many world cruising yachts now fly smaller American flags, some carrying a Canadian flag just in case. We are booed in some countries like a felon. What changed things? The answer isn’t blowing in the wind, it is right here in this little discourse.

We have to know deep in our hearts that making war and excusing one curious tragedy and blunder after another is unacceptable. But we respond to these exposed atrocities like a child might who has learned their parents were murderers and worse, killed their own brother and one sister. A child fights the reality of the tragedy and ignores it superficially, but very deep, they know and are scarred. They continue to play and frolic, even more industriously so, ignoring other kids inquires of how weird it must be to live with their murderous parents.

One can go through life in this altered state, or face the music and get clear on the truth and know that, somehow it will set you free.

I have come to terms with the realization that things are not what we have been led to believe by our parental like leaders. The list of abuses these parents of ours perpetrated is long and hard to accept. How we can better accept this situation is to see these parents as both just “step parents” who knocked off our real parents, our beloved founding fathers and mothers. Somewhere along the historical trail, we got a new set of parents. It happened when we were still very young and only today are we old enough and wise enough to see our step-parent government in a clearer picture and to know them for what they are and what they have done to us.

I am contending that the American government was hijacked and I have the exact day, month and year of when we were orphaned and the adoption papers were signed. The new step-parents on that day would vow to care for us as their own and in so doing, inherit the wealth that came with us, for we were very well endowed and worth an unqualified fortune. The papers were signed and sealed, on December 23, 1913 when blessings were given. If you Google that date, you will see the whole story on those webs. Our new government parents immediately moved into the mansion of America, our home that we inherited and was held in trust for us by an irrevocable constitution. When we look back, we had a good time, playing and enjoying life as any privileged children might of an inherited fortune. We were the envy of the kids in the neighborhood of the world for many years. We shared our toys with the less privileged and always helped a friend in need. We were good indeed.

Little did we know that we were being kept in the dark all those trusting years. We had no inclination to think anything was wrong when we enjoyed what seemed to be untold amounts of freedom and lots of candy. The candy wasn’t particularly good for us, but step daddy’s uncle had a Big Pharma store who sold a lot of it. We were given just enough toys to keep us happy while our inheritance; our heritage was being slowly stolen from us in the most insidious and undetectable ways. They even had the lawyers and executors paid off this whole time we were singing in the sunshine and playing in the sand. Of course we had to endure some bouts of economic flu now and then, losing some weight we had gained, but all seemed well enough. All these years those bribed and over paid nannies kept us misinformed as to what was really going on.

Who would have guessed that one day we would be old enough to understand things as they really were? We have to thank that nice old man and his concerned friends for enlightening us who lived out back and underground in the Internet forest that we were always told was the source of bad information and to be avoided like a poisoned apple. Because of that fear implanted in our minds, some of our brothers and sisters would not believe us. Some of us, just two of our ten, dared to investigate and learn the hidden truth.

Our beloved governing parents were not really who we thought they were and they were siphoning off our rightful fortune for themselves to offshore banks everywhere. They even had their own bank handling our money. They called it the FED. They mortgaged our beautiful mansion and bled us of all but the toys we had in our rooms. They had tricked us into believing they were investing for our future and this was seconded by our trusted executors and lawyers, and even the nannies. Everyone was in on it for their own personal gain, and some who vowed to tell us were murdered. We weren’t stupid, we just didn’t know. We were naïve and unaware and unbelieving that anything of this magnitude could ever happen to us. We will never forget the reassuring smiles and pats on the head from all those we trusted. They were all a party to our loss, which was their gain. Yes, they were a sick lot or this is just a silly game of Monopoly where anything is fair that wins.

We have been screwed, but not by our loving parents whom we were told died in a train wreck, but rather by the step parents who took us over. Our true parents died on the same train that took our step parents to Jekyll Island that winter where the papers were signed and when we got a new swing set right after. That was the day our vaults were opened and our inherited wealth would be systematically transferred to this cultish lot who pretended to care for and nurture us as they laughed behind our backs at how stupid we were and how easy it was to placate us with goodies while they stole our real fortunes.

I hope this little allegory served to mask the offending and difficult to accept concept of our having been short changed; to understate the event. If this is enough motivation for you to read on for the more precise and direct means that were used to undermine us while they mined us. More to how and why when you ask.

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Meanwhile, slip out the back Jack.

mark a mark.a@cocomovillage.com