Tuesday, 10 August 2021

The Planet of Junk



DO-Ronnie-Ron—Ron-Ron-i-MOE…!!

“All of the Indians agreed not to be friendly with The White Man anymore.

Sometimes We attacked The White Men — 

Sometimes They attacked Us.” 


-- Geronimo


"What happened back then, happened because they were humans. 

It was done to Them, so They did it back. 

But Better.


-- Oliver Enjady, 
Chiricahua Apache 


Dare to be Stupid Transformers



“ So, you know, I have felt that The Men have suffered a great deal in losing THE WILD MAN, which is a certain form of spontaneity connected with The Wilderness •ITSELF•.

And they’ve suffered a great deal since the Second World War in losing The Warrior. 
It’s very strange how this works.

We gave up The King, that is, we founded Our Country with getting rid of The King. 
And you know, The King is WEAK in American Men also --

How can it be otherwise?”


"Like most Apache women, Alope pierced her babies’ ears to make her children grow faster and bathed them in waters steeped with wildflowers to make their skin strong. 

And just as their parents had done, Alope and Geronimo taught their children to sing prayers to Ussen, The Creator, for health, strength and wisdom.

One day in the early 1850s, Geronimo and his family joined other Chiricahuas on a trading trip. 

The group camped on the outskirts of a Mexican town called Janos and the men headed in to trade. 

On the way back the Chiricahuas met distraught members of their band. 

Mexican soldiers had ransacked their camp, the women cried, stealing their ponies and supplies, leaving their wickiups in ruins. 

The Apaches scattered. 

That night Geronimo slipped back in to camp. 

There he discovered the bodies of his mother, his wife and his three small children, lying in pools of blood.

Zelda Yazza, Chiricahua Apache: 
When he saw all his family massacred there he cut his hair, 
and he left his hair there with them. 

You see all the pictures that were taken. 

You see their hair short, like mine.

That was a sign of mourning, 
that they lost someone.


Narrator
When Geronimo returned home he ripped down his wife’s paintings, tore apart strings of beads she had made and gathered his children’s toys. 

And just as Apaches had done for generations when loved ones died, 
he set everything his wife and children had owned on fire.


Silas Cochise, 
Chiricahua Apache: 
Geronimo’s attitude changed 
after His Mother was killed
after His Wife was killed
after His Children was killed

And so that created an attitude towards the non-Indians.

Robert Geronimo, 
Geronimo’s great grandson
It just changed him 
completely and totally.

Silas Cochise, Chiricahua Apache: 
Maybe it wasn’t a wise thing to deal with things like that, 
but he wanted revenge.

Vernon Simmons, 
Chiricahua Apache: 
Your Wife’s dead, 
Your Kids are dead, 
Your Mother’s dead.

That’s Your Life
taken away from you 
in an instant

It- want to make you 
go kill everybody.

Narrator
“I had no purpose left…” 
Geronimo later recalled, 
“my heart ached for revenge.”

Ellyn Bigrope: 
Power is everywhere
it lives in everything

It might be known through a word
or come in the shape of an animal

We all have Power, 
but some tap into different rooms

Power Speaks 
to Those Who Listen.


Elbys Hugar, 
Chiricahua Apache
The Greatest Thing a person can have is 
The Power. Benegotsi

It’s scary. 
(in Apache) 

This is The Truth

To Live with Power 
is very challenging

It’s so potent you must be wary
To have Power is a great responsibility. 

You can choose to leave it alone 
or accept it. 

It’s up to you.


Narrator: 
Not long after the vicious murder of his family, 
a despondent Geronimo ventured deep into Chiricahua country. 

Alone, he buried his head in his hands 
and began to cry. 

Suddenly he was startled by A Voice
“No gun will ever kill you,” it said. 
“I will take the bullets from the guns of the Mexicans
and I will guide your arrows.” 

Geronimo later said that he had been given 
what Apache people call Power
Gift from Ussen.

Robert Haouzous, 
Chiricahua Apache
The Concept of Power is fundamental 
in Apache belief.

Everybody acknowledges that 
somebody has a certain power, 
like The Power of Medicine, 
The Power of Healing, 
The Power of Seeing 
or Feeling Something at a Distance.


Oliver Enjady, 
Chiricahua Apache: 
There were people that knew where you were
people that knew about horses
people that knew about hunting. 

We Call This Power.

Ramon Riley, 
Western Apache (in Apache): 
Geronimo had 
“N’daa K’eh Godih.” 

A Prayer Power that worked on 
The Minds of His Enemies 
to make their bullets miss their targets 
and turn into water.

Geronimo had This Power 
and it helped him survive.

Narrator
Soon after The Voice Spoke to Him, 
Geronimo put His Power into action.
 
He got permission from the Chiricahua chiefs 
to take revenge for the massacre at Janos. 

With a force of 200 men, he lured 
the Mexican soldiers who had killed his family, into battle. 

Leading The Charge through a hail of bullets, 
Geronimo whirled and dodged, 
killing with his knife when his arrows ran out.


David Roberts, writer: 
So he’s dashing back and forth, running this zigzag pattern, and obviously scaring the daylights out of the Mexicans. 
They had never run into an antagonist quite like this guy.


Vernon Simmons, 
Chiricahua Apache
“I don’t care what you put up against him. 
He’ll come after you. 

That’s the kind of fighter he was. 

He was a true blooded 
Chiricahua Fighter.” 

And he said he didn’t-
He wasn’t scared of bullets.
That, I heard from my grandpa.”


Narrator: 
Geronimo and his men decimated The Enemy. 

From that day forward, Mexicans would shudder at his name, 
while the Chiricahuas would accord him great respect. 

As a sign of his status, 
over the years he would take many wives,
 including the daughter of the greatest Chiricahua chief, 
Cochise.

Yet Geronimo would never be 
A Chief himself. 

For the Apaches, he was 
too impulsive, too fretful
too vengeful.

Michael Darrow, 
Fort Sill tribal historian
“We had many people in Our Tribe 
who had the characteristics 
that would appropriate for 
Being A Chief —

Who were well-respected 
and who were known 
for making careful decisions
 for the well-being 
of The People

And Geronimo 
was not among those.

Sunday, 8 August 2021

The Lifeboat

 



"I say that we abandon this ship! We take the shuttle and just get the hell out of here!"

― Lambert


"We can't just run away, that would be wrong!

Could we hide...?"

-- Willow Rosenberg


TREACHEROUS WATERS

  OK, now you know the different roles girls play in cliques. The next questions are: How were these roles created in the first place? Who and what determine these positions and power plays? Why are girls able to get away with treating each other so badly?

  Imagine you and your daughter are on a cruise ship. The Cruise Director’s job is to make sure your daughter is reasonably happy and entertained. There are scheduled activities, and if by chance she hurts herself, someone will be there to get her back on her feet. 


She knows most of the people on the ship and everything is familiar. But all of the sudden, girls start telling each other the ship is stupid and boring and it’s time to get off

As you watch helplessly, she leaves behind everything that is safe and secure, gets into a life raft with people who have little in common with her except their age, and drifts away.

  Once in the raft she may ask herself how she got there or why she even left in the first place, but when she looks around, she sees that the ship is impossibly far away, the waves are too big, and there are a limited number of supplies; she quickly realizes that her survival depends on bonding with the other girls in that life raft. But your daughter isn’t stupid. This realization is quickly followed by another one: she’s trapped.

  I know this is a dramatic metaphor to demonstrate girls’ fear, but it shows how trapped many girls feel, forced to be a certain way in order to be accepted by their peers. They perceive their only choices as being stuck in the life raft or thrown into the water. To girls, the life raft of the clique can truly feel like a matter of life and death.

  When I’m teaching girls in a class, I get them to talk about these feelings by giving them the following exercise: I ask them to describe what a girl or woman who has high social status is like. This is a person everyone “knows.” If she has an opinion, everyone listens and agrees. What does she look like, and how does she act? Then I ask them to describe what a girl or woman who doesn’t have high social status is like. This is someone who is likely to be teasedridiculed, and/or dismissed. What does she look like, and how does she act?

  Next, we put the characteristics of high social status within a box and place the characteristics of low social status outside the box (off the raft), as demonstrated in the following “Act Like a Woman” box.



  The box shows what girls think they need in order to stay in the life raft and what characteristics will get them thrown out

I visualise most of the girls I teach as squeezing into this raft and hanging on for dear life. 

They’ll tolerate almost anything to stay in—and there’s always the threat of being cast out.



Are there some girls who are comfortable swimming in the waters? 

Are there girls who would rather drown than be in the raft? 

Sure, and sometimes these girls are stronger because of the struggle. 

But in many ways, every girl has to deal with the life raft, because her society’s social pecking order is based on this metaphor. 


Even if she doesn’t care, her peers do

and they’re judging her accordingly


So no matter where your daughter is—sitting securely, teetering on the rails, bobbing in the waters with a life preserver, swimming strongly, treading water, or drowning—it is imperative to understand and accept the reasons why she bonds so tightly with her friends and why the idea of being cast out can be so frightening and paralyzing. Her fear also makes it more difficult to ask for help. From her perspective, that cruise ship is very far away, and you probably couldn’t get her back on board even if you tried.

  But how do people get thrown out of the life raft? Look at the words outside the box. These are weapons. For example, imagine your daughter is in the popular group. One of the girls in her group teases another girl for being overweight. Your daughter may feel bad, but what would happen if she stood up to the teaser? Any challenge to the powers that be is seen as an act of disloyalty and, in turn, she might be thrown out. Just the threat of being thrown out is powerful enough to silence most girls.

  Cliques are self-reinforcing. As soon as you define your role and group, you perceive others as outsiders. It becomes harder to put yourself in their shoes, and therefore it is easier to be cruel to them or watch and do nothing. It doesn’t matter if we’re talking about social hierarchies, racism, sexism, homophobia, or any “ism;” this is the way people assert their power, which really translates into discrimination and bigotry. You’ve probably raised your daughter to stand up to and for people. But you’re a long way away on the cruise ship, and heeding your advice—and perhaps her conscience—won’t put her back on board with you. She’s the one who has to stay on the raft with the girls. See why your daughter is so tempted to “do the wrong thing” even when she knows better?

  If you want to really understand what your daughter’s world looks like, ask her to draw a map of her school that shows who hangs out where. I asked two sixteen-year-old girls to do this exercise, an Indian-American girl from the East Coast and a junior from the Southwest. I flinched when I saw their artwork. Their worlds are harsh, judgmental places—but they’re typical of what many girls tell me their school experience is like.




Ms. Cain





Chanel-21 News : 
Ms. Lynch! Is New York in Trouble? 

Ms. Lynch,
Special Executive Assistant to 
The Mayor of New York City: 

Everything is Fine

It was just another publicity stunt by these 
incredibly sad and lonely women. 

It's like they read 
'Eat, Pray, Love' 
and just RAN with it..!


Mean Girls - The Politics of girl world

PATTY: 
So, how did the two of you guys meet?


ERIN: 
Uh, Abby transferred 
to my high school, junior year.


ABBY: 
Go, Karate Cats. 
We started telling ghost stories, 
and we just kind of bonded right away. 

And all the other kids were, you know, 
getting drunk and going to parties, 
and we're like, 'Uh, that's stupid.'"


ERIN: 
Plus, we weren't invited to any parties.


ABBY: 
No, I think that's because 
we told very, very scary ghost stories, 
and I think the other kids were terrified of us. 

That's what was 
actually happening.


PATTY
So, how did y'all get into ghosts
Did one of you see one?


ERIN
Yeah, I did.


HOLTZMANN: 
Really?


ERIN: 
When I was eight years old, 
The Mean Old Lady 
that lived next door died. 

And that night, I woke up 
and she was standing at the foot of my bed, 
just staring at me. 

She did that every night 
for almost a year.


PATTY:
What?

[Holtzmann gasps]


ERIN: 
And I told my parents, 
and they didn't believe me. 
Still don't believe me. 

I had to go to therapy for years, 
and the kids at school found out, 
and they would laugh at me 
and make fun of me, 
call me 'ghost girl.' 

Abby was The Only Person 
who believed me.


PATTY: 
Kids is mean, man. 
But I believe you.


ERIN: 
Thanks.


HOLTZMANN :
I have some questions.


PATTY: 
Seriously?


[Holtzman'n winks and smiles]


ROWAN: 
Hello. Looking forward to this metal show. Hi.

METALHEAD: 
Ozzy rocks! 
[high-fives Rowan] 

METALHEAD: 
Whoo!

ROWAN: 
Yeah! It's... He certainly does rock. 

This World cannot be cleansed 
fast enough. 
Hi. Enjoy The Show. 

[Makes the 'rock on' gesture] 
Rock and roll.

ANCHOR: 
A local team of paranormal investigators 
released a video of a proclaimed ghost.
 
You can see clearly there's something in the picture 
that isn't easily explained.


PATTY: 
Oh, my God! They're showing the video! 
We famous! We famous.


ANCHOR: 
As a result, there are a lot of questions being asked now 
about the people who shot the video. 

So, what do we think of these Ghostbusters? 
Are they to be taken seriously? And...


ERIN: 
"Ghostbusters"? That is not our name. 
They can't just make up a name and just call us...


ANCHOR: 
I spoke with Martin Heiss earlier. 
He's with The Council for Logic and Data.

ABBY: 
Okay.

ERIN: 
Martin Heiss. 
Okay, okay.

ABBY: 
Okay.


ANCHOR: 
He is a famed 
Debunker of The Paranormal. 

Dr. Heiss, you're a 
Highly Regarded Scientific Authority. 

Your credentials are impeccable.


HEISS: 
Thank you, Pat.


ANCHOR: 
If you see something of 
True Scientific Interest in this video, 
that goes a long way 
to legitimize these Ghostbusters 
and everything they stand for.


HEISS:
A game changer, yes.


ANCHOR: 
So, tell me, Dr. Heiss, 
Is This for Real?


HEISS: 
Hell no

[laughs]


PATTY: 
So, now we're the ghost girls. 
I feel your pain, Erin.


ERIN:
No. You know what? 
Screw that. We are Scientists. 
Plus Patty.


PATTY
Thank you.


ERIN: 
Okay, We Believe in 
provable, physical results. 

[phone starts ringing] 

That's what we believe in.


ABBY:
Yes, we do!


PATTY: 
Preach.


ERIN: 
I will preach. You know what we're gonna do, ladies? 
We're gonna catch A Ghost, we're gonna bring... God. 

We're gonna catch A Ghost, 
bring it back to The Lab...


ERIN: 
Kevin?


KEVIN: 
Yes, boss?


ERIN: 
Can you answer the phone that's ringing, please?


ABBY: 
Buddy. 

EVIN: 
Yes, I can, boss. 
Uh, Ghostbusters.


ERIN: 
"Conductors of the Metaphysical..."


KEVIN: 
Okay. Cool. See ya. 

Hey, guys, which one of these makes me look more like A Doctor

Me playing saxophone 
or me listening to saxophone?


ABBY AND ERIN: 
Who was on the phone?


KEVIN: 
Uh, the Stonebrook Theatre? Apparently, 
There's A Goat on the loose.


HOLTZMANN: 
-- I'm gonna load up the car.




The East









Original She-Ra Transformation (1985)


Friday, 6 August 2021

He was A Kid in a Bad Situation -- So I Straightened Things Out.



Samurai in Camouflage: 
Ghost Dog -- 
Power! Equality!

Ghost Dog : 
Always See Everything, My Brother.







Louie :
Maybe eight years ago, I saw a guy, this guy -- 
He was A Kid in a Bad Situation.

Stupid-ass motherfucker! 
Get his ass up here! You motherfucker! 

What's The Problem here?

So I... Straightened Things Out

Anyway, about four years ago, this big guy comes to my door. 
This black guy, got a fucking pigeon on his shoulder. 
Fuck knows how he found me, 
but he said He Owed Me

I only saw him once after that 
and we made this arrangement. 

That's very touching, Louie. 
Let me just backtrack for a second --
The Bird comes to your house every day -- 
Did he come Today

Yes, the bird was there this morning. 

(Sonny) 
Did he have A Message? 

The usual "mission accomplished" message. 

Uh-huh. And did you send a message back? 

No. You'd called me in, so I figured it was best to leave it alone. 

Did you follow this bird? 
Put a bug on it? Anything like that? 

No, I never had a reason to do anything like that. 
I realise the arrangement I made with this guy is pretty weird, 
but he's always shown me Complete Respect. 

A whole new century is coming, and Mr Vargo wants every member of This Family to make it a priority to erase this weirdo. 


This guy is A Professional --
Going after him could be dangerous. 

Handsome Frank was one of us
so we're gonna peel this n*****'s cap back.
 
Better him than you, right? 
Now, what the fuck is His Name?

Ghost Dog.

What? 

Ghost Dog.


"GHOST Dog"...?

He said Ghost Dog!
He calls himself Ghost Dog
A lot of these black guys, gangster type guys, 
they all got names like that.

Mr Vargo :
Is that True?

He means like The Rappers. 

Sonny : 
The Rappers got names like that : 
Snoop Doggy Dogg, Ice Cube, 
Q-Tip, Method Man --
My favourite was always Flavor Flav from Public Enemy,
He got the funky fresh FLY flava. 
"Live lyrics from the bank of reality. 
I kick da flyest dope manoeuvre technicality, to a dope track."
I love that guy. 


I know nothing about that, 
but it makes me think about Indians. 
They've got names like 
Red Cloud, 
Crazy Horse, 
Running Bear, 
Black Elk... 

[ Black Elk SPEAKS --]

(Nervous laugh) 

That kind of shit.

Indians, niggers...same thing!

Thursday, 5 August 2021

For Knowledge of Runes and For POWER —




Odin 

The Highest and 
The Oldest 
of all The Gods is Odin

Odin knows Many Secrets
He gave An Eye 
for Wisdom

More than that, for 
Knowledge of Runes
and for Power
He Sacrificed Himself to Himself

He hung from 
The World-Tree, Yggdrasil, 
hung there for nine nights. 

His side was pierced by 
The Point of a Spear, 
which wounded him gravely

The Winds clutched at him, 
buffeted His Body as it hung. 
Nothing did He eat for 
nine days or nine nights
nothing did he drink

He was alone there, in pain
The Light of His Life 
slowly going out. 

He was coldin agony
and on the point of death 
when his sacrifice bore 
Dark Fruit

In the ecstasy of His agony 
He looked down
and 
The Runes were 
revealed to him. 

He Knew Them, 
and 
Understood Them 
and 
Their Power

The Rope broke then, 
and he fell, screaming
from The Tree. 

Now He understood Mag!c. 

Now, The World 
was His to Control.



Toy Soldiers






Day.

The control consoles all read "autopilot." 
LISTER is at the table, eating a curry, turning one of RIMMER's toy soldiers over in his other hand.

RIMMER: 
Look, please, honestly. 
They're priceless.

LISTER: 
I'm just having a goosie.

RIMMER: 
Look, if you get curry all over them, 
how's that going to look?

 What's Lieutenant-General 
Baron Jaquinaux of the 
First Cavalry Division
 supposed to be doing 
with goat vindaloo 
all over his tunic?

LISTER: 
It'll make him look more authentic. 
People'll think he's got
 Dysentry.

LISTER puts them back in the trunk.

LISTER 
You're obsessed with War, aren't ya? You collect Toy Soldiers,
play war games, 
read all those stupid combat mags. 

And half your books are on 
Patton and Caesar 
and various other gits.

RIMMER: 
It's about Leadership
That's What I Admire -- 

The Ability to Command, 
to out-think a worthy opponent 
on the field of battle.


LISTER: 
It's so ironic, when deep down 
you're such a 
basic, natural coward.

RIMMER: 
Coward?

LISTER: 
Planet leave, Miranda? 
That space bar, The Hacienda

When that fight started up? 

You were out of that door quicker than a whippet with a bumful of dynamite!

RIMMER: 
That was a bar-room brawl! 
A common pub fight. 
A shambolic set-to.

LISTER: 
Which you started!

RIMMER: 
I just made an innocuous comment, 
I merely voiced The Rumour 
that MacWilliams was 
sexually inclined towards 
sleeping with The Dead. 

I didn't start the rumour, 
I merely voiced it.

LISTER: 
To His Face —
Right to His Face —
When he was there 
with his four biggest mates. 

And then you did your Roadrunner act, 
and left me to face the music.

RIMMER: 
I could have gotten hurt!

LISTER: 
You'd have made a brilliant general, would't you?

RIMMER: 
Generals don't smash chairs over people's heads. They don't
 smash Newcastle Brown bottles into your face and say "Stitch that,
 Jimmy." They're in the nice white tent, on the top of the hill, sipping
 Sancerre and directing the battle. They're Men of Honour.
LISTER: I don't believe it! You make war sound romantic.

RIMMER: 
I'll tell you something. 
Something I've never told anyone. When I was fifteen, I went to Macedonia on a school trip, to 
The Site of Alexander The Great's Palace. 

And for the first time in my whole life, I felt ... 
I felt I was Home
This place was where I belonged. 


Years later, I got friendly with a hypnotherapist, Donald -- 
and told him about the Alexander The Great thing, 
and he said that he'd regress me back through my past lives. 

I was dubious —
but I let him put me under.

 It turned out, my instincts were absolutely correct -- I had lived a
 past life in Macedonia. 

That palace was my home. 
Because, believe it or not, Lister, 
he told methat in a past incarnation, 
I was, Alexander The Great's 
Chief Eunuch.


LISTER: 
Do you know something? 
— I believe ye.

RIMMER: 
He didn't say that I was Alexander himself
which is obviously what I wanted to hear. 
But it explained everything: 
I'd lived a previous life alongside one of the greatest generals in history. No wonder the military's in my blood.
LISTER: No wonder you're such a good singer.
RIMMER: Well, maybe it's rot, I don't know. But it's funny -- to this
 day, I can't look at a pair of nutcrackers without wincing. And why is
 it, whenever I'm with a large group of women, I have this overwhelming
 urge to bathe them in warm olive oil?
LISTER: I have that urge, Rimmer. It's got nothing to do with past
 lives.
RIMMER: Well, why is it, then?

LISTER steps up into the cockpit. Stars glint through the front-view
window behind him.

LISTER: It's because you're unhappy with your own weasly, humdrum
 existance. You're looking for something with a bit more ... I don't
 know ... glamour.

Behind him we see a flaming meteor hurtling towards them. RIMMER's eyes
widen slightly as panic robs him of the power of speech.

LISTER: Now is what counts -- you've got to live life today. Who knows
 what's going to happen tomorrow? Who knows what's going to happen in
 the next five minutes? That's what makes life so exciting.

The meteor smashes into them.

7 Model shot.

Meteor collides with Starbug, sending it spinning into the atmosphere of
the moon below.

8 Model shot.

Starbug overheating as it plummets through cloud.

9 Model Shot.

Starbug crash-lands on snowy landscape and screams to a halt.

LISTER: (VO) 
You see what I mean?

Wednesday, 4 August 2021

I am NOT Resisting Arrest!


“I am Not 
Resisting Arrest…!

I am NOT 
Resisting Arrest!”

Lee Harvey Oswald, 
Texas Movie Theatre, Dallas Tx., pm Nov. 22nd 1963



The Glitter of Official Lies 
and 
The Epic Splendor 
of The Thought-Numbing Funeral of J.F.K. 
confuse The Eye and confound 
The Understanding. 

Hitler always said, 
"The Bigger The Lie, 
The More People will Believe It." 

Lee Oswald - a crazed, lonely man who wanted attention and got it by Killing a President, was only the first in a long line of patsies. 

In later years, Bobby Kennedy and Martin Luther King, Men whose commitment to Change and to Peace would make them dangerous to men who are committed to War, would follow, also killed by such "lonely, crazed men," who remove our Guilt by making Murder a meaningless act of a loner. 

We have all become Hamlets in Our Country - Children of a Slain Father-Leader whose killers still possess The Throne. 

The Ghost of John F. Kennedy confronts Us with The Secret Murder at The Heart of The American Dream — He forces on Us The Appalling Questions : 

“Of What is Our Constitution Made?” 

“What is Our Citizenship, and more, Our Lives worth?” 

“What is The Future of a Democracy Where a President can be assassinated under conspicuously suspicious circumstances while the machinery of legal action scarcely trembles?” 

“How many political murders, disguised as heart attacks, cancer, suicides, airplane and car crashes, drug overdoses will occur before they are exposed for what they ARE?”

"Treason Doth Never Prosper," wrote an English poet, "What's The Reason? For if it Nrosper, none dare call it treason." 


The generals who sent Dreyfus to Devils Island were among the most Honorable Men in France, the men who killed Caesar were among the most Honorable Men in Rome. 

And the men who killed Kennedy, no doubt, were honorable men. I believe we have reached a time in our country, similar to what life must've been like under Hitler in the 30's, except we don't realize it because Fascism in our country takes the benign disguise of liberal democracy. There won't be such familiar signs as swastikas. We won't build Dachaus and Auschwitzes. We're not going to wake up one morning and suddenly find ourselves in gray uniforms goose - stepping off to work ... "Fascism will come," Huey Long once said. "in the name of anti - fascism" - it will come in the name of your security - they call it "National Security," it will come with the mass media manipulating a clever concentration camp of the mind. The super state will provide you tranquility above the truth, the super state will make you believe you are living in the best of all possible worlds, and in order to do so will rewrite history as it sees fit. George Orwell's Ministry of Truth warned us, "Who controls the past, controls the future." The American people have yet to see the Zapruder film. Why? The American people have yet to see the real photographs and X - rays of the autopsy. Why? There are hundreds of documents that could help prove this conspiracy. Why have they been withheld or burned by the Government? Each time my office or you the people have asked those questions, demanded crucial evidence, the answer from on high has been "national security." What kind of "national security" do we have when we have been robbed of our leaders? Who determines our "national security"? What "national security" permits the removal of fundamental power from the hands of the American people and validates the ascendancy of invisible government in the United States? That kind of "national security," gentlemen of the jury, is when it smells like it, feels like it, and looks like it, you call it what it is - it's Fascism! I submit to you that what took place on November 22, 1963 was a coup d'etat. Its most direct and tragic result was a reversal of President Kennedy's commitment to withdraw from Vietnam. War is the biggest business in America worth $80 billion a year. The President was murdered by a conspiracy planned in advance at the highest levels of the United States government and carried out by fanatical and disciplined Cold Warriors in the Pentagon and CIA's covert operations apparatus - among them Clay Shaw here before you. It was a public execution and it was covered up by like - minded individuals in the Dallas Police Department, the Secret Service, the FBI, and the White House - all the way up to and including J. Edgar Hoover and Lyndon Johnson, whom I consider accomplices after the fact.