It was 1999 in Northern Florida, and I had created a personal web site devoted to hobbies and punditry. For me, it was the beginning of the Blogosphere. But it was also the beginning of a frightening chain of events that would forever change the way I looked at politics, big money, and the dark, seamy side of human nature. It also marked the onset of NeoCon attempts to quell the rising independent voice of the common man - the Blog.
One of the items on my Opinions page was a little story about a lawyer and his arsonist son I had sued while living in Georgia, and the outrageous behaviors about which I planned to write a book. Not even cognizant of his partisanship, I had naively assumed that the occurrences which followed while living in Georgia - including arsons, collusion and threats - were the work of a local gang of Dixie good old boys. This, in fact, is why I had moved to Florida - to escape the constant conjecture and whispers of the curious.
Even after a semi-truck attempt to run me down on I-95N at 3:00AM, I didn't make the connection. The semi incident was downplayed by others as the work of a "drug crazed fruit hauler", but this had the haunting earmarks of a man on a mission. He came from behind on a deserted road, and ended up less than 5 feet from my vehicle before I was able to accelerate away. He persisted in the chase, and through a bit of fancy maneuvering (I used to road race) got behind the tractor-trailer and quickly wrote down the tag number. The driver stood on the brakes of the huge truck, and the entire vehicle ended up sideways across the interstate, smoke billowing from the tires, and I though it a remarkable bit of driving that avoided it flipping. He attempted to block the road with the truck as he almost came to a complete stop. I waited until his speed was such that my vehicle was in its power band, and nailed it to accelerate around the deranged obstacle. The chase persisted for 20 miles, and at speeds over 120 mph. When I arrived at a dark exit, with no sign of the truck's headlights behind, I exited to find a pay phone. I called 911 and a man with a slovenly, redneck southern voice responded, "Duval County 911" and to whom I reported the incident, including the tag number which had no state designation, only dark blue lettering on a beige background. They did nothing, replying, "What do you want us to do about it?" Uhhh... Your job, perhaps?
This only a couple months after a concrete truck on J. Turner Butler Blvd in Jacksonville dumped a load of concrete square center on my windshield at 65 mph. The fact that the entire windshield didn't utterly collapse was a remarkable thing, as the sound was utterly deafening. And when I tried to catch the perpetrator, the local residents blocked my access to the truck and refused to let me pull it over. All I ever saw was a stringy, dark haired guy looking quite paranoid before I was again cut off, again, by a local motorist. And the truck had no tag at all.
Coincidence? Perhaps - but considering the trail of connections and events which transpired afterward, not likely. I reported the incidents, and the story of the lawyer in Georgia, to the local Jacksonville FBI office, but the only response I got was that they brought a few tape recorders in for repair.
Not only did the Bush Family invest in the Jacksonville Jaguars, local insurance magnet Tom Petway was instrumental in both the Jaguars and brother Jebs foray into Florida politics - just before brother George was installed as chimp-in-chief. I had been through every city in Florida looking for a place to live that wasn't "South Georgia", including Longboat Key, Clearwater, Tampa, Miami, Naples, Ft. Meyers, and Tallahassee (a place that truly made my skin crawl). But due to observances of voter fraud and vote tampering, and having looked over the GEMS tabulator software (then Global Election Systems) leaked to me by an associate, I planned to never return to Florida as something stank to high heaven - particularly the rabid influx of the GOP.
After placing the story on my web site, the threats in Florida started up again, and I ended up in Indianapolis, home of Benjamin Harrison and Eli Lilly (of which for some years Daddy Bush was a Director) where more threats occurred, and I ended up fleeing to NJ in the company of a lawyer. After a while, I decided to return to Georgia and figure out what the hell was going on. It's a long story, but suffice it to say that repeated collisions with GOP kingpins such as IBM, Lilly, and Emory University made for an exasperating 14 years, especially for a simple self-educated tech guy who had no inkling of the havoc the foul GOP machine would wreak upon the future of this country.
Digging into the backgrounds of school board and county commission members, IBM employees, energy companies, and people I though were friends, it turns out the people associated with this lawyer, directly and indirectly, were all NeoCon Republicans with names like Gingrich, Harrison, Still, Pounds, Boehner, Crews, Zell Miller - along with a few crony Judges who were later appointed to the state Supreme Court. It also turns out that several of these players came to Georgia from Houston Texas during the period of time that Republicans were trying to wrest control of local governments from Democratic hands. Most of the local players attended Atlanta's Emory between 1963 and 1965, a school now mired in controversy and cronyism alongside Atlanta's Grady Hospital.
Apparently, I was a flea which stood in the way of their engineering of the NeoCon GOP Empire. And the tools of the common man which they feared and desired to quash were free speech, and unfettered access to the Internet. So, with this story in mind, have a look at this Countdown with Keith Olbermann Video
concerning sycophant Newt Gingrich and his assault on the free exchange of information and ideas
And finally tonight, as promised, a Special Comment about free speech, failed speakers, and the delusion of grandeur.
"This is a serious long term war," the man at the podium cried, "and it will inevitably lead us to want to know what is said in every suspect place in the country."
Some, in the audience, must have thought they were hearing an arsonist give the keynote address at a convention of firefighters.
This was the annual Loeb First Amendment Dinner in Manchester, New Hampshire - a public cherishing of Freedom of Speech - in the state with the two-fisted motto "Live Free Or Die."
And the arsonist at the microphone, the former Speaker of the House, Newt Gingrich, was insisting that we must attach an "on-off button" to Free Speech.
Interesting simile, don't you think? It will be a truly dark day in American History when the total sum of these traitor's behavior is unveiled, yet it will be an even darker day when it is concealed, for how will the public learn not to trust in another fear mongering, warped agenda as promoted by these treasonous fiends tomorrow, if it is not exposed to the harsh light of reality today.