Attention All Americans: Stop Paying Taxes, Registering Your Cars, Giving Over Your Rights to False Authority

Stop paying your taxes! Taxes upon labor (income taxes) are forbidden by Constitutional law. There is no law in existence saying we need to pay them. Rather, the opposite is true: paying taxes on labor/income aids and abets traitorous organizations – the I.R.S. and the Federal Reserve, which are operated by foreign agents to the Republic and exist only to hoodwink and swindle the American taxpayer. Instead file 1099 A, B, and OID forms and recover your lost monies in the banking scheme times 10 (total of ALL bank deposits for the year x 10)!

Likewise, you do not owe property taxes, as evidenced in the below-cited case:

In Wheeling Steel Corp v. Fox , 298 U.S. 193 (1936) it states: Property taxes can be on
tangibles or intangibles. In order to have a situs for taxation (a basis for imposing the tax), tangible property (physical property) must reside within the territorial jurisdiction of the taxing authority.

Know your rights. Quit living in fear. Reap your true reward – claim your true estate!

Also, California Motor Vehicle Code Section 260 says:

Private cars/vans etc. not in commerce / for profit, are immune to registration fees:

(a) A “commercial vehicle” is a vehicle of a type
REQUIRED to be REGISTERED under this code”.

(b) “Passenger vehicles which are not used for the
transportation of persons for hire, compensation or
profit, and housecars, are not commercial vehicles”.

(c) “a vanpool vehicle is not a commercial vehicle.

This is likely standardized for all 50 states, as statutes are not true law. A Private Automobile is NOT required to be registered by Law!

‘‘Motor vehicle’’ means every description of carriage or other contrivance propelled or drawn by mechanical power and used for commercial purposes on the highways in transportation of passengers, passengers and property, or property and cargo; … “Used for commercial purposes” means the carriage of persons or property for any fare, fee, rate, charge or other consideration, or directly or indirectly in connection with any business, or other undertaking intended for profit[.]” 18 U.S.C. 31. A Private Automobile is NOT required to be registered by Law!

Under USC Title 42 §1982. Property rights of citizens …, further evidences the above position that the City or State cannot take land because they DO NOT have Jurisdiction. It states that federal or state governments / agencies MUST have a monetary or proprietary interest in your real private property in order to have jurisdiction over it (if your land has no government grant/funding or is not a subsidized government project, then agencies have neither). DEMAND any public servant/said agencies to provide the legal document that allows any federal or state agency to supersede and/or bypass Title 42 USC §1982 and/or §1441.   Title 42 §1983. Civil action for deprivation of rights … further protects Declarant’s private property.

 

The State cannot diminish rights of the people. Hurtado v. California, 110 U.S. 516. This means free, unalienable, God-granted rights to life, liberty, pursuit of happiness, and unrestricted travel. Looks like you’re SOL, Homeland Security and TSA screeners!

 

“Ignorance of the law does not excuse misconduct in anyone, least of all in a sworn officer of the law.”   In re McCowan (1917), 177 C. 93, 170 P. 1100. This means Mr. Police officer, lawyers and judges better know their stuff. If you know better, you gain the upper hand and they lose.

 

“The government is but an agency to the state,” — the state being the sovereign people. State v. Chase, 175 Minn, 259, 220 N.W. 951, 953. Translation? Government and all its agents work for YOU/WE, the people.

 

“…The Congress cannot revoke the Sovereign power of the people to override their will as thus declared.” Perry v. United States, 294 U.S. 330, 353 (1935). This means your will overrides government and congress!

 

“An officer who acts in violation of the Constitution ceases to represent the government.” Brookfield Const. Co. v. Stewart, 284 F.Supp. 94. Police officers violating this maxim of law face punishment under U.S.C. Title 18, Sec. 241 and 242, et al. If wrongly detained by an officer of the peace/law, demand they identify themselves with 3 forms of ID. If they cannot or will not, then cease interacting with them. If they continue to be hostile, demand to speak to their hazard bond underwriter. They forfeit their hazard bonds for threats, intimidation, or assault while under color of law. To wit:

When officers detained appellant for the purpose of requiring him to identify himself, they performed a seizure of his person subject to the requirements of the Fourth Amendment… The Fourth Amendment, of course, applies to all seizures of the person, including seizures that involve only a brief detention short of traditional arrest… Whenever a police officer accosts an individual and restrains his freedom to walk away, he has ‘seized’ that person, and the Fourth Amendment requires that the seizure be ‘reasonable’.

“But even assuming that purpose (prevention of crime) is served to some degree by stopping and demanding identification from an individual without any specific basis for believing he is involved in criminal activity, the guarantees of the Fourth Amendment do not allow it.”

The application of…(a code)…to detain appellant and require him to identify himself violated the Fourth Amendment because the officers lacked any reasonable suspicion to believe appellant was engaged, or had engaged, in criminal conduct. Accordingly, appellant may not be punished for refusing to identify himself, and the conviction is reversed.” (Probable cause) Brown v. Texas, 443 U.S. 47, (1979) Cite this case when being wrongly detained as well. You as a free citizen with unalienable rights ARE NOT bound by law to show them any identification.

 

The Human Being and other Ephemera: Anarchy or Extinction

Welcome to 2014. Here, the price of human life is lower than ever, even as the higher consciousness of the species seems, paradoxically, to be rising. It is an age of paradoxes, and of unrepentant and profligate chaos as well – though chaos perpetuated by a relatively miniscule – and powerful – few. It is an age where the worsening world stage, fed by an obvious, global campaign of disinformation and propaganda, sharpens the powers of discernment in the truth-seeker – while burying the head-in-the-sand types ever further. The lines have been drawn, the widening gulfs separating ever-further those who adhere to truth, justice, and human rights from those who separate themselves via suburban, escapist apathy, nihilism, cynicism, and truly pathological disconnective and dissociative disorders.

The Twenty-first century is already one-seventh over, and blind and bloody death is running loose across the Levant, Ukraine, Ferguson, Missouri (and throughout the cities of America), Iraq (what’s new?), and in any city where the banks tower high over crumbling ghettos and barrios where children with little to no love or guidance kick the rubble – and sometimes pick it up to throw at the cops, Israeli troops and other encroachers upon the cracked roads and walls that paddock their sanctified space. In a century inaugurated by the scuttling of twin towers of Babel in a shocking act that still reverberates with numbing horror, revulsion, and fear, we are no closer to winning the “war on terror” (simply an excuse for endless war on the world’s people, and the purloining of their sovereignty and resources) than we are to understanding our world (or the psychopaths running it into the ground), universe, and even ourselves.

We are faced with a myriad of diseases (more and deadlier than ever, despite our scientific and medical “cleverness”), teetering upon the brink of extinction. We are witnessing just how fragile our planet and her ecosystems are – though many would rather escape into casual hedonism and denial than own up to their part in this crisis zone called Planet Earth. We live in an age that demands our conscientious engagement in the issues and problems that surround us – the alternative being extinction of the human species, which will join the thousands which we have surely aided into extinction with a “soft culpability” methodology when accounting for it. By “soft culpability” I mean the aggregate water cooler talk, media apologists and pseudo-activist politicians who all pay lip service to the problem, then get into their fossil fuel-burning SUVs, diddle their devices (which attract and amplify dangerous microwave radiation) and commute to their comfortable homes, snug in their convenient bubbles of reality. Some may go to modest homes of “sympathetic poverty,” but are still largely out of touch with the stark plight of the earth and her glorious multitude of species.

What about the children of the ghettos of Rio de Janeiro (and just about every major city on Earth) suffering the living death of extreme poverty, the disappearing indigenous tribes who have surely illustrated all along just how to live in accord with the environment, and the hundreds of species that go extinct every single day? When are we in the western world going to quit propping up this Moloch of blind avarice and enslavement, get off the false wheel of progress, and account for our actions (and inaction) with intrepid clarity that might see us as individuals remake our lives – however scary or unthinkable a prospect that is? When will mankind get off the conveyor belt of “doing” and instead take up the yoke of healing – and heal themselves of this hypnotic trance of acquisitive hegemony and ethnocentric brutality which allows one nation of people – as mired in disunity as it is – to labor under the false belief that their way is the dominant one, and the only one that matters.

This ecologically-dissonant and suicidal way of psychological entrainment needs to come crumbling down. It is lamentable that our 9/11 wake-up call was not the catalyst for this that many of us thought it would, should, or could be. Our politicians – who pose as messiahs with smooth-talking palaver masquerading as a gospel of renewal and strength – continue to lie with forked tongues and double-talk, luring the masses into the sleep of madness and destruction. Our politicians do not work for anything but their own careers and benefits – make no mistake about it. If one is conscientious at all, one must be an anarchist – no other system of political belief will do, nor will truly change the game. Getting rid of the self-serving leaders who have sold us into enslavement is merely the first step – akin to clearing the land for a new edifice or plantation – in a series of phases we must enter into if we as a species are to survive. These suggestions of anarchy (not lawlessness and Molotov cocktail-throwing adolescent angst, but rather a pragmatic and permanent overthrow of the powers that be) then, cannot be seen as rabble-rousing, muckraking, or destructive, ipso facto; rather, it can only be seen as the measured, logical antidote to the current, toxic, ecology-threatening state of world affairs.

Literally, if we do not throw them out permanently (I’m talking of the heads of state of at the very least the G-7 nations, the crowned heads of Europe, and even the Pope, cardinals, and all the black magicians operating in the Vatican – and all of their cronies), then we surely face the death of the planet and all life upon it. These ones, for the unenlightened, have been blocking the way for technologies and systems of living which would have long ago eradicated the toxic polluting of our minds, bodies, fellow species, and globe. They also actively engage in for-profit ventures which are astronomically-damaging to the ecology and all of its constituents. It is time to cross the Catholic Church, Vatican, City of London and globalist banksters, i.e. the illuminati, and the hideous, bloodthirsty governments they support off of the list of accepted or adhered-to entities, and declare our own sovereignty and mastery over the world – where sovereignty and mastery prescribe healthy accord and organic symbiosis with said ecology and world. This is a biological mandate for ALL species – not just our own cosmically-confused one.

Again, the anarchy we must engage in if we are to save our world would be analogous to an “enlightened revolution,” a gestalt insurrection that foments a global interlink between all the nations and peoples of the earth. Just how will we get the Eskimo, Tatar, Mongolians, Peruvians, Laplanders, Syrians, Iraqis, Indonesians, Chinese, Russians and Americans on the same page? By systematic and organized overthrow of those who sell us the chains that bind us; by a great widening of the Arab Spring, Occupy Movement, and ongoing human uprising evidenced currently in Syria, Venezuela, and Ukraine; by disengaging from pointless capitalism and jobs we hate for futures we no longer have and instead pouring our energies into bettering life, the ecology, and human interconnectedness; by devoting every waking moment to creating the world that our children will wonder why doesn’t exist as they get passed the generational buck of failed empires.

The future of humanity, then, depends on this enlightened revolution and pragmatic anarchy. The alternative is a planet-wide extinction event.

Holly and Hemlock (Title Piece of My Current Poetry Collection In-Progress)

Cognate multiplicitous – o narrative of everything

Which we can psychically see into – across beyond before

As I stand here on fragile breaths, the fleshy door

I can invent sight-story-saying, gentle mirth

Destroyed, but playing – just salvage something –

Anything. What do you want to know?

With the fur and arms that come springing,

Bearing the idol of this portion’s idea, gesticulating,

A convent for vagabond urges,

The mother of silence retrieves her ghosts;

Groves of the pied phantom ring the seasons’ bells

Affrighted by such unorthodox hells,

Such a tangled matrix we weave

When first we practice to believe;

Station where love itself deceives

Yields flowers we’d not oft receive.

We all suffer each other madly – Family,

Mother envies waifish daughter,

Daughter adores, then scorns the mother;

Father resents them both for smothering

His manly pleasures. Around this

grows a knotted web – spider’s moss,

grafted laconic limbs on august trees –

Her lover, her fortune, her grasp of things;

What we think is, and what really is –

Retreat to symbiance of fantasy-dibs,

Sink in delusion quagmire,

Hide in privations, differentiate desires…

 

We split our differences & infinitives

And leave with magic in the can

When once enjoined on such a unified

March became the direst of opposites

To lurch into the gold sea. When cat-leap

mousers would trample the sample-prize

For the getting of the monarch’s eyes.

To gain o many windows in porphyry of shadows.

Why did I awake thinking of Constantinople?

I channeled a Timbuktu shaman

In candle-and-bath chanting transcendence;

Semahib is no longer the unknown god,

But is now the god of all known things, too.

As well, sensations, feelings, places, insights.

Like Dick’s god of “the trash in the alley,” it is a

Palpable, direct god of causation, modality,

OUR primary action and effect.

The wonder gained – when thunder reigned:

A pinhole price guaranteed, though waived;

What is genius but an opened way, or

One who has opened a way forth from this

Sticky chaos? A real-mass relation – old disaster footage

(why in this elation disastrous thoughts

Raising their chicken heads?) O, foible!

Thump private hurricanes, hum-bull wave

Of fettered knot twined human time –

Was this the Gordian Knot at last severed?

The great secret opened, the genie and the djinn,

The spy of grieving fluff begin – even nostalgia

Becomes obsolete when hatred has destroyed

Our streets, such fleets, that withered in rust’s empire.

Ovarious versedit, versea

Ahoy the marble sea

My joys flung across cold worlds:

Cabbage would the ample bean.

What am I supposed to do with all these bourgeois scenes?

Progenitory wastage dropped me blind, see.

 

I weep for Birdie Africa!

O weep for Birdie Africa!

The massacrists removed his smile

Like Nazi dentists extracting a (good) tooth.

May the Osage fires forever burn beneath your beds!

 

Home what beds and water

Assay these rooms a gentle slaughter

Fill a dell, fee ya, brotherly love

By fell enmity cracked, random lives,

Not mine”.

– Who won the game of hives?

Madame X installs a piano in your squirming

Conscience, forestall kicks and skull flounce,

Bulldoze them out.

 

Houses of the dead sit beneath winter’s sky,

Yesterday the lookers high, Spring looming

As youth espies or dies or flies

back to Parnassus or Boetia – heavy color flares –

The only subtraction is death, or abstraction,

Distraction. Girl in mauve Lafayette necropolis

Tosses care like corset to the ground.

Confession time: “I want you to be beautiful” –

Between the tombs they search the parochial

Sky, man’s prisons, God’s lie, but through

Morning’s glory are they revived from the

Tombs of ignorance. Never the same sky twice.

Twice the pearl to leaden dice. Twice and thrice

went straight to his head.

 

Sky smoke of what you kneel beneath,

the blue – “fortune over soul” died

Where the Hellenist walked the wasteland,

wastewater, wasteair, wastefire…

 

This mass wants a heart to listen

This heart’s mass thins and thickens

Where rake meets loam and April smiles;

We plunge forth with our desires

As simple as to till the mulch-soil

And secrete the earthen glands –

This mass wants our starry hearts to

Feel real – not weigh the burry chaff –

Let it go, it says, “This Way to the Sun!”

Up the road, raking the loam, brushing

Earth’s hair, unsullied the sown, and

climb the cherry again !

I put the weed back that cried its denizens’

Shady sum; and apple boughs got first water

The bright, dry day has snakes coiling in the hedges;

Someday’s amorous mass clings along

These songs and travails (not trivial)

Seeding hieroglyphs to challenge our wrongs.

 

My barrow is the year, dumped in hallowed

Grounds, fewer, though, than the grievous

Rounds this torn dream makes. Daimonic!

To venge a cur for mournful rakes,

so must it be. A mother recalled emptily,

unto infinity.

Upon what?

All night the crested fledge o’erflew peace.

Please, peace my bosomed nest.

Tadpole ponds waited all winter to undress.

What happened? To your vest?

The kingdom’s besters all sharp, abreast.

Remember O child has scented best

Its storms and vales blest.

I recall the tigers and the japes, wounds –

Summer crowds and singalong blues.

Jet expansion of a tech-world housed,

Keepers of the keepers keep them unaroused.

Hail the new bees!

For ‘tis in the springdirt I get my bare feet

Expending strengthful under the new day

And within its heart so many of these

Wings chasing to neighbor’s bonfire

Pow-wowing –

My place for the day, softly.

My New Novel, Thespia’s Abandon Now Available in Kindle and Nook Formats!

You can sample and purchase my new novel Thespia’s Abandon from Amazon (Kindle) and Barnes and Noble (Nook)! Will be in print format soon. Thanks in advance for purchasing and reading, everyone!

Short Synopsis: A romantic thriller with a satirical edge, Thespia’s Abandon is a glimpse behind the Hollywood veil, centering on a group of people who converge on Tinsel Town in order to fight the forces of evil who run a hegemonic movie studio. Add to this motif a background of revolution, alien visitations, an actress running from her cult-heroine status (as well as her controllers), and you have a thrill-a-minute page-turner that navigates through contemporary issues to an apocalyptic finish.Image