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Moreover, my Muslim brothers--

--what interest would decent humanity have in restoring your people to a place of honor in Palestine? Why would we expend the effort pumping out that sewer plugged with one species of filth merely to replace it with another?

Just as filthy, earthly regimes come and go, so do filthy, heavenly regimes.

Know your place, you pigs.

What luck! I found a picture of Muhammad on the internet.

It's decided, then. Muhammad is a pig.

Report Details Torture at Secret Baghdad Prison

By SAM DAGHER

Published: April 27, 2010

BAGHDAD — The torture of Iraqi detainees at a secret prison in Baghdad was far more systematic and brutal than initially reported, Human Rights Watch reported on Tuesday.

...

“Abu Ghraib was a picnic” compared with the secret prison, said Sheik Abdullah Humedi Ajeel al-Yawar, one of the most influential Sunni Arab tribal leaders in the northern province of Nineveh, where the detainees were rounded up by Iraqi soldiers based on suspicions that they had links to the insurgency and brought to Baghdad with little due process. Abu Ghraib is the prison at which American guards tortured Iraqi prisoners, severely damaging Iraqis’ trust in the United States.

Human Rights Watch gained access on Monday to about 300 male detainees transferred from the once secret prison at the Old Muthanna military airfield to the Rusafa prison in Baghdad and documented its findings, which it described as “credible and consistent,” in a draft report provided to The New York Times on Tuesday by the rights group.

The group said it had interviewed 42 detainees who displayed fresh scars and wounds. Many said they were raped, sodomized with broomsticks and pistol barrels, or forced to engage in sexual acts with one another and their jailers.

All said they were tortured by being hung upside down and then whipped and kicked before being suffocated with a plastic bag. Those who passed out were revived, they said, with electric shocks to their genitals and other parts of their bodies.

http://www.nytimes.com/2010/04/28/world/middleeast/28baghdad.html?ref=todayspaper

I fully expect filth out of Jews, but I never expected to learn that Muslims were animals too.

It seems that Christianity is the only functioning Abrahamic religion around here.

.

When I was in New York, I needed some cash. I had brought along a one-ounce gold coin to sell. (I hate selling gold, but hotels don't accept gold coins in exchange for a room.)

I stepped into this one shop that had a sign outside advertising that they buy gold. The man with his Jew hat and his curly sideburns took a look at it and did his chemical analysis of it and, determining it to be the gold coin I claimed it to be, said, "I give you fi--"

--and I thought to myself, "Please don't do it. Please don't prove every hoary old chestnut about Jews being liars and thieves--"

"--I give you five hundred dollars. That is price of one-ounce Maple Leaf."

I buy and sell gold all the time, and have for fifteen years. You're not going to pull one over on me. A one-ounce gold coin is worth approximately eleven hundred dollars, or somewhere just south of what the spot price is on any given day.

I can understand low-balling it a bit. Pay your bills, that's fine. But what degree of lack of respect for all you hold dear and aspire to be would cause one to insult both himself and his customer to such an extent? The man was stating to me the following: "I do not regard myself as suffering any moral injury by embarrassing myself to this degree. I do not aspire to anything higher than being a liar and a thief."

In similar fashion, Muslims state to the world with their behavior that they aspire to nothing more than filth.

...two peas in a pod...

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Karl Rove addresses a group of eight-year-olds.

Villages resident Dick Doumeng, 75, who spends part of the year on St. Thomas in the Virgin Islands, thanked Rove for his national-security efforts in the years following the 9/11.

"That was a rare opportunity," Doumeng said. "I wanted to thank him and President Bush for the courage they had. This is the closest I'm ever going to get to the life of the president."

http://www.orlandosentinel.com/news/local/lake/os-karl-rove-visits-the-villages-20100427,0,599042.story

Do you know how lawyers don't actually know anything about law?

Because if they did, they wouldn't have crafted a legal funhouse for themselves that accidentally caused their entire body of law to wink out of existence in some kind of legalistic matter/antimatter collision.

Well, law enforcement agents don't actually know anything about law enforcement.

It's taken me seven years, but I have slowly brought my audience up to speed on what's happening around here. My favorite coffee mug has the following legend on the side, which you may conveniently display to whoever is in your office cubicle, courtroom, or military command center:

I AM THE
ONLY
PERSON
HERE
WHO
REALLY KNOWS
WHAT'S HAPPENING.

Tomorrow --or whenever I feel like speaking to you people, as I am not in a very good mood right now-- we will discuss the difference between "legal" and "lawful." We will discuss Executive Orders. We will discuss Continuity of Government.

Here's a teaser for the genius lawyers in my audience: What are the extra-special, magical protocols that you will train your legal firepower on if you wish to undo the past eight years? What set of protocols may be considered legal but yet unlawful?

Until that time, watch this video. I will vouche for its information.

Senator Genius?

You know I'm trying to learn law, right? I have a question for you.

I made a new friend the other day. And he seemed as if he might like to come to know me a little better than just being friends. He listened as if he were genuinely interested as I went on and on about how I had a new phone and how the Android operating system was open source and all that. I recited all the steps that you need to do in order to hack it. And he actually listened.

And he chuckled a little bit when I told him that I collect buttons --the kind like on a shirt; not the kind you pin up on something. I've been collecting buttons since I was a young child. If I find one on the ground, I pick it up and add it to my collection. I have tons of them by now. He said he would like to see my button collection, if I should choose to share it with him. 

So I was thinking about seizing on this opportunity to make a new friend. Problem is --and this is where you, as a law expert, come in-- I'm not sure if my new friend will be tortured and executed.

I mean, I know that we all risk leaving someone worse off for knowing us, and that is why we take pains to be good for people. So I was trying to figure out if your abortion of a jurisdiction would regard my new associate as a terriss. (In case you forgot, a terriss is a person who is not down with the sickness that is your mewling miscarriage of a political disease called United States, that "juris"diction that flies planes into the World Trade Center and tortures people and generally defiles the entire world merely by existing.)

I know that you're old and set in your ways, and that teaching senile old rejects like you about post-9/11 law is like trying to teach your grandfather how to run a VCR, but my question to you is whether I should make my new friend. I'm a terriss and we're all in agreement about that. But will my friend be a terriss too?

'Cause that's why I've deliberately sequestered myself over the past five years. Heck, I don't even know where my brother and sisters live. My folks are dead, I have only a few casual friends, and I don't date anyone --precisely because I fear putting someone else in danger if it turns out that your non-existent, morbid, rotten, stinking, KOOK jurisdiction lashes out in its death throes at the guy who slit its throat and left it to bleed out on the ground.

I'm going to swear now. I am going to swear because it seems that my drooling audience doesn't get the picture unless I use poopoo words so that they know the issue is critical. Ahem:

I'm fuckin' dying inside, you idiotic, senile, stupid fuckin' fool. What fuckin' part about that do you not understand in that yesterday's-news, legal-stone-age, pinstripe-suited, garbage-law, bald head of yours? How many times do I have to state that my voluntary sequestration is killing me? Do you see why I don't mind sending stink bombs and getting Secret Service agents to visit me? Trust me, Saunders' visit extended my natural lifespan by a full year. Tears almost came to my eyes. I wanted to kiss the guy. Someone cared.

I'm dying inside of loneliness. And as goes the spiritual, so goes the physical.

I absolutely guarantee you that I will be dead within five years. If it's not my heart, it'll be my liver or my lungs. Trust me, I will be dead within five years because I don't actually give a shit. Here, there, it makes no difference to me. Why would I want to stay in this fuckin' dump, prevented as I am to commune with even a single person with whom I can share my button collection, prevented by the fear that your sickness jurisdiction will regard any of my friends as terriss?

What part about "I want some flowers" do you not understand? I am plainly stating to you that your abortion, sickness jurisdiction can prevent a loneliness-generated, natural-causes mortality with a single, ten-dollar bouquet of fuckin' flowers.

Are you people a bunch of monsters over there?

Deliver me some flowers today. Atone for your ABORTION jurisdiction's sins with a single, ten-dollar bouquet of stinking flowers. Is it so hard?

10 Rockingham Post Road.

Today.

The first step in overthrowing any government--

--is to point out that the political structure in question lacks any moral authority to command.

I'm pretty sure that flying planes into the World Trade Center qualifies.

Dict. Dictate. Juris diction.

The jurisdiction is dead because it is mute. It lacks the moral authority to speak on any matter of law.

As I said, killing United States was fun. It's my finest piece yet.

The Secretary of State
of United Sovereigns of America
hereby requests all whom it may concern to permit
the freely associated compact sovereign named herein to pass
without delay or hindrance and in case of need
to give all lawful aid and protection.

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I want one person of courage and honor over at United States to do something for me.

I need to start receiving my ticket receipts. The gas gauge has long been on E. I'm running on fumes here.

I want someone to deliver a portion of my ticket receipts. Go to my Feed Me! button and send my money through Paypal. Or drive by my house and leave an envelope with some money in it in the flowerbox by the front door. (No one will see it there.) I would prefer that you deliver cash as it will take me a while to get my money from Paypal because I do not yet have a debit card with them.

Let's go. I want this done today. And I want a modest bouquet of flowers left on the doorstep.

Thank you.

I trust we've all had a chance to listen to my six hour conversation with Entity Angel Subroutine.

Even though I made him within five minutes, he seemed like a genuine guy. I didn't mind.

And that was the genuine me, too. My bark is worse than my bite. You've nothing to worry about. (Unless you corner me.)

When I'm done with my methods, I generally reveal them to you. I'll share with you someday how I knew he was wired.

The Walkmen - The Rat

I don't understand the controversy here.

That was a more permissive time. You can’t portray Muhammad on American television anymore, as South Park’s creators, Trey Parker and Matt Stone, discovered in 2006, when they tried to parody the Danish cartoon controversy — in which unflattering caricatures of the prophet prompted worldwide riots — by scripting another animated appearance for Muhammad. The episode aired, but the cameo itself was blacked out, replaced by an announcement that Comedy Central had refused to show an image of the prophet.

...

This passive-aggressive death threat provoked a swift response from Comedy Central. In last week’s follow-up episode, the prophet’s non-appearance appearances were censored, and every single reference to Muhammad was bleeped out. The historical record was quickly scrubbed as well: The original “Super Best Friends” episode is no longer available on the Internet.

http://www.nytimes.com/2010/04/26/opinion/26douthat.html?ref=todayspaper

We've already established that Muhammad is a pig.

We honor our prophets by emulating them. And since I assume that Muslims honor Muhammad, I assume that they comport themselves as Muhammad.

We are as we act. And since Muslims act like pigs with their torture and other base behavior, that means that they are pigs.

Since they emulate their prophets, they inform the world that their prophets are pigs.

Ergo, Muhammad is a pig.

Why the tears?

Were you ever supportin' the troops?

Did you have one of these on your big, shiny truck and jut your chest out as you regale everyone at the barbecue with stories about how you're so patriotic?

Feeling Warehoused in Army Trauma Care Units

“It is just a dark place. Being in the W.T.U. is worse than being in Iraq.” MICHAEL CRAWFORD, an Army specialist who was a sniper in Iraq, above.

By JAMES DAO and DAN FROSCH

COLORADO SPRINGS — A year ago, Specialist Michael Crawford wanted nothing more than to get into Fort Carson’s Warrior Transition Battalion, a special unit created to provide closely managed care for soldiers with physical wounds and severe psychological trauma. 

A strapping Army sniper who once brimmed with confidence, he had returned emotionally broken from Iraq, where he suffered two concussions from roadside bombs and watched several platoon mates burn to death. The transition unit at Fort Carson, outside Colorado Springs, seemed the surest way to keep suicidal thoughts at bay, his mother thought.

It did not work. He was prescribed a laundry list of medications for anxiety, nightmares, depression and headaches that made him feel listless and disoriented. His once-a-week session with a nurse case manager seemed grossly inadequate to him. And noncommissioned officers — soldiers supervising the unit — harangued or disciplined him when he arrived late to formation or violated rules.

Last August, Specialist Crawford attempted suicide with a bottle of whiskey and an overdose of painkillers. By the end of last year, he was begging to get out of the unit.

“It is just a dark place,” said the soldier, who is waiting to be medically discharged from the Army. “Being in the W.T.U. is worse than being in Iraq.”

http://www.nytimes.com/2010/04/25/health/25warrior.html?hp

Contrary to what some may believe, supportin' the troops is a bit more involved than just waving around a 99-cent flag and juttin' your chest out.

It means renovating the basement into an apartment and offering it, rent free, to a veteran. It means buying a $1500 used car for a vet. It means providing him with three meals a day and a job at your construction company. It means giving him a day or a week off with pay when he wigs out.

You are now supportin' the troops. Now that their minds are destroyed, you will provide for them.

Enjoy it.

If there's one thing I've learned--

--it is that people get real scarce when Malcolm and I come walkin' down the street, hand in hand.

I have determined that no one will speak to me, perhaps for fear of making everything I've ever said become real. "If we ignore Chris, then we can ignore everything he's pointed out that's true."

So I was looking at my global stats:

I see direct readers --that is, people who are directly aware of my show and deliberately attend it-- from Barcelona and Rotterdam and Madrid and Veliky Novgorod.

I would like to visit Russia. I suspect that the climate and terrain may be similar to Vermont. And I would like to experience Russian culture.

Since whenever I move forward a step everyone else backs up a step, this is what I am going to do: I am going to develop a passport for United Sovereigns of America. I will simply do what I will.

And what's to stop me? Governments come and go. Political landscapes change. Is it preposterous, especially when not a single person in my audience would claim with a straight face that any United States law touches any present or future member of USov?

What argument could one raise against USov having a Department of State and issuing its own passports? You don't fly planes into the World Trade Center and then somehow expect people not to devise their own legal systems.

So that is what I will do. I will develop a for-real passport. So here's a heads up to all you foreign governments: I want you to contemplate recognizing USov as a fully functioning panarchic political union operating in the territories of the several states.

Dear Russia: What will you do when presented with a United Sovereigns of America passport by a tourist?

Please start thinking on it. I'm serious. I'd like to visit your nation.

Well I've gone and done it already.

I hacked my phone.

It's no big achievement; all the work was done by others. It's just that I spent the past six hours learning how to do it. The hacking process is called "rooting," or gaining root access to the Linux operating system that undergirds the Android OS. Rooting is essentially the same thing as "jailbreaking" in the I-phone universe.

After a few false starts and head scratching and dead ends, I've got it all figured out. See, most of the information on the internet about rooting pertains to pre-Android 2.1. With Verizon, Android 2.1 contains a special little something that tries to prevent the user from re-jiggering things in the phone and hacking it. Of course, just to be difficult, my latest version of the Droid had this special little something --which was not addressed by 99% of the information I found today on rooting.

Point is, if you have a Droid with Android 2.1 --and you can check your version by going to Settings | About | Firmware version-- and if you want to hack your phone, you listen to me: There is only one place I found today in all my research that incorporates a brand-new workaround to permit rooting a 2.1 phone. It is here: http://forum.droidmod.org/index.php?PHPSESSID=031bb21c0d8b2d50bd123421e5bd33ab&/topic,1004.0.html

The process is not for the faint of heart. And it is theoretically possible to ruin your phone. But if you follow each of the steps to the letter, you will gain superuser, root access to that operating system. Once you're there, you can do all sorts of cool and useful stuff like overclocking your microprocessor, loading other ROMs and who knows what all else --you are, after all, inside the most fundamental level of the operating system.

Do you remember I told you that there was an audio/video sync problem with the video camera and that Verizon said it was unlikely to be fixed any time soon? Well, such a problem likely would be fixable on a more fundamental OS layer. The video camera app has probably already been rewritten and is available for installation --but that installation can only be achieved by someone who has rooted their phone.

And what is also cool --though I assure you that Verizon will not like it-- is that after you root your phone, you can add a special app that lets you use your phone as a WiFi hotspot. That is, it will broadcast your cell phone internet connection to any laptop computer in the area. (No more using that EasyTether wired internet sharing app, not that it was bothersome; I was happy to have even that.) It's not bad: I get about a megabit per second through Verizon's 3G network. So to get 1 Mbps free on my laptop with my all-you-can-eat data plan for my phone? I can handle that.

The things that may or may not be turned on by Motorola in the phone are dictated by the service provider. The service provider, Verizon, obviously does not want people using their phones as WiFi hotspots. To get any officially supported internet "tethering" at all requires using the as-yet-unreleased HTC Incredible, and that's still a wired tethering solution and it's an additional $30 per month.

Therefore, that wireless tethering feature, obviously, is not going to be available on the stock Droid. In order to turn it on, you need root access. And that is the value of rooting. The hardware in the phone is generally capable of much more than the service provider will permit. And since tethering is not supported in any Verizon 3G smartphone prior to the upcoming Incredible, no such $30 tethering plan is offered for the Droid. And since it isn't offered, the agreement with Verizon does not even mention any unauthorized tethering. I fear that if I were to switch out this minor-ly defective phone --what with the audio/video sync issue-- and get the Incredible --which has officially supported tethering, and whose contract likely does prohibit unauthorized tethering-- I fear that I would be running afoul of any prohibition against unauthorized tethering. So I'll probably stick with the Droid. It's a great phone anyway, and it is not subject to any such prohibition against unauthorized tethering since the phone isn't even officially capable of it.

And what is of more use to me in delivering a quality hobbyist stand-up experience to the National Terriss Dot Connecting Room is that I should be able to re-route the Bluetooth headset microphone to the video recorder app by this root access. (No more problems with having the microphone on the opposite side of the camera lens or being too far away. Better quality audio for my audience.) I can just use any bluetooth earpiece to record my audio and re-route it not to a telephony application, but to the video recorder app.

I shall keep you apprised.

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Senator Leahy?

I apologize for the low quality of the video I transmitted yesterday to the National Terriss Dot Connecting Room. (The microphone is on the opposite side of the camera lens and the video quality is not up to par with the top-shelf product I am accustomed to delivering. I will strive to do better as I execute my hobbyist's brand of stand-up comedy. I would also ask the folks in the NTDCR if they would be so kind as to dedicate a standalone computer for that Qik player on which my Transmissions will play. I would also like them to run the computer's video output through some sort of converter that will permit my Transmissions to be displayed on a genuine, 25-inch console television. It is the medium of my choice and I would thank them not to question my artistic decisions.)

I would like to recap here what I said yesterday regarding my house:

I have been thumbing through a list of your abortion jurisdiction's successes. Do your remember how your abortion jurisdiction flew planes into the World Trade Center and then you all fluffed your powdered wigs and banged your gavels and thrust your batons into the air and hastily passed that unread piece of legislation called the USA Patriot Act? You know, the one written chiefly by Michael Chertoff, the guy who's BFF's with Mohamed Atta's brother? Yeah, him.

So anyway, I see that your abortion jurisdiction has apparently made it illegal for anyone to speak to me, much less buy their tickets, as is their moral and legal obligation.

See, if I were to collect on my ticket receipts --the buying of which tickets is not optional in the stand-up business; if you attend the show, you buy a ticket, that's how it works and there would not seem to be much confusion on the issue-- I estimate that I should be making somewhere between three and ten million dollars per year.

I have been charging for tickets for four performance seasons now. Let's ballpark it at, oh, twenty million dollars that I'm owed by my audience. I'm looking at the papers that were served to me by the Sheriff. It says here that if I pay the court a hundred and fifty grand, I can own my house. Twenty million dollars divided by a hundred and fifty grand is 133. I can pay this house off one hundred and thirty-three times over, and have some left to pay the overdue property taxes.

I'm looking in my wallet right now and I count six dollars. And I happen to know that there's probably a hundred dollars in my checking account.

I rented my venue and put up my posters and gathered my audience and put on my show. Everything is in place for a going concern --except for that one, magical provision that prevents people from buying their tickets. Had I known that we would have extra-special, magical provisions that would completely screw up my revenue model, I would not have bet the farm on putting on my show --which is the commercial undertaking of a professional comedian who was selling tickets long before you people ever came along to make it illegal.

In short, had anyone informed me (which is legally impossible) that it would be legally impossible to earn a living doing stand-up, I would have taken a different job that would have allowed me to pay the mortgage. Or I would have sold the house. Either way, the house would not be foreclosed.

But since your abortion jurisdiction --which, again, annihilated itself by flying planes into the World Trade Center and reserving to itself the authority to haul people off the street to be tortured and killed in some gulag hellhole-- has made it illegal even to speak to me or buy a ticket, we are in the situation we are in, with the house having been foreclosed on and my eviction being imminent.

So I have made a command decision regarding this house: I own it now. I own it outright. I owe no one any money. I do not owe any principle or interest or any $40 per diem. I live here. The house is mine, end of discussion.

If Judge Somebody at the Windham County Something Court --no disrespect to him personally; that's just his name in my show; it could be worse-- has an issue with my owning my house outright as I claim, he can contact your dead, abortion jurisdiction --that KOOK jurisdiction of yours that makes it legally impossible to know the law so that one may follow it-- he can contact the Justice Department and gently inquire why a stand-up comedian cannot collect on his millions in outstanding ticket receipts.

And if the State of Vermont wants their property taxes paid, they can bill it to the Justice Department.

So there's your answer: I own my house. End of discussion. Do not attempt to evict me.

Take it for action, Senator Genius. Figure it out.

Sincerely Yours,

Christopher R. King

P.S. I'm sorry that your abortion jurisdiction annihilated itself in a legalistic matter/antimatter collision by flying planes into the World Trade Center and otherwise doing things completely inconsistent with a body politic, thus causing it to cease being a body politic and instead becoming just a collection of abandoned sensible Ford Focuses and fax machines and letterhead and other accoutrements of a collapsed government, which is not at all noteworthy in the history of mankind, governments coming and going as they do, being as ephemeral as the wind as they are.

Please have a nice day.

Dear Mrs. Hax:

Me again. Listen: You don't have to try to unravel the family dispute that I earlier wrote to you about. Your malfeasance in not responding faster has caused a breakup between me and my girlfriend. Here's what happened: When I told my girlfriend that I had consulted with a professional on the matter, she demanded to know why I was sharing family business with outsiders. I told her that you were like family and that you're a trained professional in mediating disputes when it comes to issues of manners.

It makes no difference anyway, as I found a candy dish at a thrift store. In an effort to win back my girlfriend, I decided to make a peace offering to her mother. Her mother is easily distracted by kitschy things that would appeal to her trashy sense of style. There was this one yellowish-orangish glass bowl that you could put candy in, so I bought that piece of garbage for her. It was three dollars. And just as I suspected, that won her over.

My ex-future mother in-law and I are now dating. (She confided in me that she had always had a crush on me, but was afraid to say anything for fear that it would alienate her daughter.) Well, it's not dating-dating anyway because there is the matter of her husband. I don't feel bad about crossing that adultery threshold because he was injured in a trampoline accident and he just sits in a wheelchair and drools all day long. If he had any complaints about our consorting together, he would have voiced them by now --which he can't.

Am I wrong to regard his silence on the matter as consent? When my new girlfriend and I have relations, he never says anything even though he can plainly hear us.

"So, Chris..."

"...if you knew that we were privy to your traffic... ...and if you also knew that the National Terriss Dot Connecting Room had access to your traffic... then why the, uh, thrills and chills? Our hearts were in our throats."

Do you remember that I once said that I cannot fix this unless you tell me that I have the power to fix it?

But yet was it not also true that I could get no one to speak to me? 

Then how was I to gain that information? ...and thus gain the power to fix this?

I will gather my intel one way or another.

It's an entire bucket of worms, isn't it?

Once you grab that zipper tab --that 7-series compressor-- and you unzip that whole mess that is United States, you can work backward and uncover all its murderous crimes.

Once you break free of that media matrix peddled by the "news" media that government is your friend, you can wake up from the illusion and see that 27 psi means exactly that --less than what you could achieve by swinging a baseball bat. We know that the news media would have us believe that the terriss can switch out aircraft engines mid-flight. And they would have us believe that Timothy McVeigh sprinkled magic dust on column 3A and made it susceptible to a mere 27 psi.

Malcolm is the one Jenga piece that causes ProductName 9-11 to fall.

27 psi is the one Jenga piece that causes ProductName Oklahoma City Bombing to fall.

So we know that the feds murdered 3000 people on 9-11. And they murdered 168 at Oklahoma City.

Did you know that they murdered 76 at Waco? Those of us who don't live inside that media matrix of lies have known this for ten or fifteen years.

A close advisor to Bill Clinton during his White House tenure dropped a bombshell this week on the seventeenth anniversary of the Waco siege.

Dick Morris, a longtime friend of Clinton and political advisor during his first term in office, told Sean Hannity that the President was not going to appoint Attorney General Janet Reno to a second term in office following the federal barrage on the Branch Davidian ranch at Mount Carmel.

“Bill Clinton orchestrated that takeover and in fact was so ashamed of what he did in Waco that he was not going to appoint Janet Reno to a second four year term” Morris stated.

“She told him in a meeting right before the inauguration day for his new term, that ‘if you don’t appoint me, I’m gonna tell the truth about Waco’ and that forced Clinton’s hand in reappointing her.” Morris continued.

Rather taken aback Hannity responded “I don’t remember you telling this story before.”

“No, it’s never been said before.” Morris answered.

http://www.prisonplanet.com/clinton-advisor-reno-threatened-to-tell-the-truth-about-waco-if-not-reappointed-to-office.html

Now that the entire governmento-medio-industrial complex has collapsed --none of them having a shred of credibility left-- you're free. The chains on your mind have dematerialized.

Would you like to know the truth about Waco? Turn off the TV. Put the newspaper in the trashcan where it belongs. Watch this video. It's an excellent documentary. It's riveting. It'll turn your stomach. And I'll vouche for its information.

Take whatever a journalist may have said over the past fifty years and invert it. That's your truth.

The industry no longer exists.

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