The Myth of Lincoln, Part 1

As the Republican Party celebrates and esteems Abraham Lincoln with various gala dinners and fund raising events, I contest the aggrandizements of a man who tried to destroy our beloved "Republic", and join the South's month long celebration of Confederate History. I do this in commemoration of Washington, Jefferson, Madison and with special observance to the supreme law of this land, the Constitution of the United States of America that guarantees every citizen, no matter their race, gender, or station in life, individual liberty.

As a young girl I always wondered why Lincoln was pushed to the forefront during patriotic ceremonies while Washington and Jefferson were largely ignored. Answers were often vague, then finally, I was told at school that because Lincoln freed the slaves he was given this special place of honor. Raised to respect honorable and noble acts, and disdain only for persons of low integrity, I accepted this answer for many years, with ever growing regard for "Honest" Abe. I'm afraid I have to admit to a great deal of ignorance through my lifetime.

Growing up in rural farm country, "lot" sizes in our neighborhood, were several hundred down to a half acre, the larger bearing fields of corn, tomatoes, peaches, or dairy livestock. House sizes accomodated the families proportinately. Our closest neighbors, with adjoining property, was an older couple who lived in a deteriorating, two story stick house on the half acre lot. They both had outside jobs but summer evenings and weekends Mr. Wallace was usually outside mowing the lawn or making repairs on their house or car. In those days, people were independent and largely did things for themselves, if a job was bigger than we could handle alone, there was usually someone in the neighborhood who was willing and able to lend a hand. If Mr. Wallace needed help, daddy or another neighbor, never tarried to assist. No one complained despite their own full schedule of evening or weekend chores. In the summer time, there was always plenty of work for everyone to do, lawns, gardens and fields to be tended, canning, freezing, home and roof repairs, etc.

My mother worked at home and my two young brothers in diapers at the same time, who were often said to be "all boy's" didn't impede sparling windows, freshly polished and shined floors, or dinner on the table when daddy came home from work. Sometimes she and Mrs. Laura would visit over the clothes line or while gathering crops out of the garden for dinner. But it seemed the later always had lots of ironing to do. In the evenings you could see her carrying in large baskets of clothes, then the next morning fresh, crisply starched white shirts and other items donned their arms on the way back out to work. Getting time to visit with this kind but witty woman was a bonus. One of the greatest treats in my young life was when I could occasionally convince her to take a short break and share a little time and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with me. Their only son was grown and did not live with them. But on rare occasions he would visit weekends, these were the only times there seemed to be disruption or dissension in our neighborhood. It was whispered that he was an alcoholic and likely a drug addict. My father and Mrs. Laura both advised me to stay on my side of the property when he would visit and after the first weekend of hearing his agonizing screams, I was happy to obey. Wallace and Laura were our friends and neighbors and they happened to be Negro. Everyone in the neighborhood referred to everyone else by their names. I was completely unaware racial prejudices existed, there was none in my home life and if there were any in my neighborhood or elementary school I was oblivious to it.

The year I stared junior high school was exciting but chaotic while learning the physical layout and rules of the new school, lockers with combinations, making sure I had the right books with homework for the right classes all in the few minutes allotted. I didn't have classes with any of my old friends, but soon started making new ones. Our school combined both junior and senior high school students. After the first few days, my confusion was replaced with a solid routine, but hallways remained filled with noticable tension and unrest.

One day, running a little late, I came upon a group of obviously angry and frustrated students who were having a very heated, loud and emotional conversation with one of the senior teachers, the conversation was inaudible, but you could hear an objective tone. The traffic in halls had already thinned but I asked one other lone straggler what the problem was, with a look I can only describe as compassion he said "bussing". Just then the bell sounded signalling time for class to begin and before I had time to respond, he dashed off for class. I quickly ducked into my own and took a seat. Inside, students were abuzz with curiosity, some seemed angry, yet despite the questions and protests, class was called to order and whatever had transpired along with the commotion going on outside the door, it was completely dismissed. Later I tried to find out what the problem had been, but no matter who I asked, students and faculty alike, my questions met silence. Soon I began to notice clusters of negro students grouping off to themselves in the hallways between classes, as they had the day of the mysterious conflict, the frequency increased as did the angry tone of their conversations. Sometimes recognizing classmates, I would stop to see what was going on, but each time, even when my best friend Cindy was in the group, the subject was quickly and obviously changed as soon as I joined them. The unrest continued and the atmosphere grew thicker with tension. Only later did I realize and understand the historical significance of that time in America, perhaps no one really knew how to appropriately address the issues as they were happening, because not one person in my school was willing to talk about it above a whisper.

TV in the days of rabbit ear and roof top antenna's was not a staple in our lifestyle, but one day I heard a man giving a powerful speech about equal rights for all Americans. I was captivated as he explained what was going on in our country and mesmerized by the reports that followed. Until hearing Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. I had been completely oblivious to these elements of life.

Soon the school hallways were alive with great excitement and enthusiasm as students talked about going to Washington, DC. Some made it clear they would not be attending school on that day but would be marching with Dr. King in demonstration for their rights. When the day arrived, my school, only two hours outside Washington, was like a ghost town. The lonely few who were in school that day had a difficult time focussing on classes and were looking forward to reports. But when the students returned, instead of a triumphant victory celebration, there was subdued frustration. Very soon, Cindy told me we couldn't be friends anymore, we couldn't walk to class, have lunch, team up in hockey or soccer, or do any of the regular things we did together. Without any explanation when I asked her why, she simply said; "I just can't hang around with you anymore". It was a trying, confusing year for everyone, but nobody would talk about it openly.

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Attention GOP and Media! We've had enough!

Calling all Patriots and lovers of Liberty;

Listening to the news all day, usually every day, I'm constantly infuriated by the never ending “spin” on information we're fed.

During the Republican debates I used MSNBC's website to vote on questions to ask, participated in their "Interactive: Rate the Candidates" and checked out the rating for all before and after the debate. Congressman Ron Paul’s rating is the highest of all after the debate. He did a great job! Out of all the candidates participating, his history and record for truly being a consistent “Constitution Man”, voting all the issues according to our Constitution; for the common good for our country and its people, his record clearly speaks for itself.


I found Congressman Ron Paul last summer during some other research and started watching his activities then. I had just about given up hope of finding a truly scrupled person in our political body that actually “walks their talk” rather than the usual lip service paid to our Constitution. They swear an oath to uphold and protect it, yet they vote and write more laws to circumvent it. It seems like the majority think a Constitutional solution to running our government and our country is impractical and anyone who believes practicing it’s premise provides our answers is naïve in today’s complex world. I guess that would that make our founders idiots, their blood and fortunes spent to form it and the 200 + years we actually thrived as a free and prosperous nation all lost in vain. Who are they kidding? Do they think we are complete fools? Our resources today are undoubtedly more sophisticated than the 1700’s, but don’t let them fool you, that should only enable us to more easily govern by our tried and true founding principles. There are NO holes in our Constitution and Bill of Rights!

I knew if Ron Paul would run for President and win, “We the People” would win our country back and he would take US in the right direction for the first time in many decades.
In these perilous times of high crimes and corruption in our government body I’ve researched and checked out every actual and potential presidential contender while watching them all closely to see whose interests they are representing and their intent for our country. Not one other candidate can claim the unwavering dedication to our founding principles that Congressman Paul consistently demonstrates. I’ve watched video’s as he addressed congress on various critical issues and was impressed not only with his no nonsense style, but his great knowledge, understanding and foresight on each issue. Congressman Paul is well equipped and very qualified to lead this country in the direction it needs to go.

Checking out MSNBC’s "Picking the President" section only 7 of the 10 contenders were listed. In other words, stupid American robot dummies, we (media) will allow you to pick a president from the list we provide you…we’ll get you ready for the elimination early, we’ll appease you with an unbiased facade by allowing them in the early debates, but don’t expect truly fair representation because we control who will and will not be allowed to run…feel familiar??? Checking every poll I can find for the top runners completely disputes the daily mantra about the "top 3". Congressman Ron Paul is the favorite in every one of them, but do you hear that from our media? I've had enough!

I'm tired of this tyrannical overthrow of FREE America, the country that I love. I'm tired of only being given choices between "evil and lesser evil" presidential candidates who leave us with treasonous, corrupt, self-serving dictators like King George and all the others like him, who continually strip our freedoms, trample all over our Constitution and Bill of Rights, and sail what few precious liberties we have left down a wicked river of no return under the guise of "security and prosperity". And I'm tired of media's cooperation with this sinister and egregious system that stifles the will of the people by both limiting and twisting information.

WE THE PEOPLE have choices! But we will only be able to exercise our rights if we stand up and reclaim them!

The 2008 presidential election is every bit as important as our separation from Britain to become a free nation!

With Florida and South Carolina pushing up their primary elections, our choices for "liberty" vs media, corporate & elitists "top" darlings, can be more easily pushed out.

If you don't want to lose every shred of what little freedom and liberty we still possess today you better all decide to take a stand against these atrocities.

Media was designed to serve and inform the public. DEMAND they do their job and quit squeezing your options out!

I've written the following email to the media and the GOP.

You can either copy, sign your name and email it to media; (if you need addresses you can email me and I’ll provide them), or write your own, but get those emails out to PROTECT YOUR RIGHTS and save the quickly fading light of hope for this nation and our future.

I close with the following quotes from our founders, recorded in our history to remind, inspire, and empower us for times such as these:

"If ever time should come, when vain and aspiring men shall possess the highest seats in Government, our country will stand in need of its experienced patriots to prevent its ruin." - Samuel Adams

"The American's Creed:
I believe in the United States of America as a government of the people, by the people, for the people, whose just powers are derived from the consent of the governed; a democracy in a Republic; a sovereign Nation and many sovereign States; a perfect Union, one and inseparable; established upon those principles of freedom, equality, justice, and humanity for which American patriots sacrificed their lives and fortunes. I therefore believe it is my duty to my country to love it, to support its Constitution, to obey its laws, to respect its Flag, and to defend it against all enemies." - William Tyler Page

"Fear can only prevail when victims are ignorant of the facts ". - Thomas Jefferson

STAND UP, STAND STRONG, AND REFUSE TO GO SILENTLY INTO THE NIGHT ~Ciel



Attention GOP and reporters,

You better wake up and realize the contenders you’re pushing as the top 3 for the primary are just about as popular and appealing to the majority as the Mel Martinez appointment to Chair the National Committee. I, along with many registered Republican’s, am keeping my registration with the Republican party for the sole purpose of voting for Ron Paul in the primary. Many democrats have decided to change their registrations to republican for the same reason.

Despite Congressman Paul’s popularity with citizens at large, garnered mostly through the internet, you continue pushing YOUR favorites in order to push out these qualified viable alternatives. Republicans and Democrats alike are fed up. We want OUR government, o"f the people, by the people and for the people" back and YOUR favorites do NOT present us with that representation.

Do your jobs, both politicians and media are supposed to serve the people, not the money. These continual attempts to keep us ignorant and silent is brewing widespread contempt. You decide how you want to influence it.

Cecilia Poole

America's New Wild Frontier, Part 1

Monday’s tragedy at VA Tech has left many of us numb. Unless we were among the unfortunate who were directly affected by these senseless crimes against human kind, these onslaughts of violence have long sense lost their shock value and are being replaced with complacent bewilderment. It seems long ago that a regular and steady seemingly out of control rampage of violence and once inconceivable assaults began plaguing America and its people. We’re no longer afforded an opportunity to recover and heal before the next blow strikes. And we have long since been rendered stupefied, merely reacting like Pavlov’s dog to conditions around us. What is happening in our country? And what is happening to the people of our country to cause these horrific changes in our society?
To explore some very mind provocative thoughts about these questions read this article. Don’t allow the title put you off, the full context of the article describes a larger picture, perhaps a larger agenda.

Could there truly be some imperceptible influence directing American's thought processes, therefore our actions? Read the links within with an open mind, then you decide.


One morning not so long ago I was in the middle of my then usual daily routine. A small delight was having coffee, organizing my thoughts and notes, preparing for the day while sitting in my once favorite spot in my makeshift office on the back porch. Yes, I said porch, there are other perhaps more glamorous words I could use to name it, but I’m feeling a need to get back to my roots, when times were simpler and there was less confusion, violence and upheaval in our country.

I’ve always lived in rural America and this home was no exception, at least when we bought it and moved there. On this morning, as I tried to proceed with my work, I kept losing my concentration and could no longer focus on the task at hand. Something was nagging at my subconscious, telling me something wasn’t well in my world.

Two years and a half prior we joyfully selected this new home where we planned to live happily the rest of our lives. There were 6 houses, including ours, for as far as you could see in the flat lands of Florida that surrounded us. Shortly after we bought our new home a new expansion endeavor was decided. Trying to make the best of it we convinced ourselves the worst would be the gradual overcrowding on the roads and in stores, but our home would be our haven. There was so much vacant land around us we thought it would all be gradual. I had experienced what I thought was a massive expansion in my previous neighborhood and had lived there peacefully for 10 years before the ‘sprawl’ became unbearable, perhaps we would be ready for a condo by that time. Little did we know, borrowing lyrics and title from Randy Bachman, “Baby, You Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet” turned out to be the most accurate description of what was ahead. We were not even slightly prepared for the lifestyle, moods and attitude overhaul that we would experience, shattering our hopes, plans and desires to live and eventually retire in this new ‘country’ home and extinguishing our serenity.

For about 6 months, despite hurricanes, we enjoyed the sun, fun and our new home, then it started. Urban sprawl and every deviant thing that comes from rapid growth. The construction began, eighteen wheelers, gravel & cement trucks began barreling down our tiny residentially zoned, 35 mile per hour street, usually at least twice that rate of speed, delivering materials. Work crews furiously pounded often 7 days a week and into the wee morning hours as the massive number of houses were erected all around us. As fast & furious as the development progressed it could barely keep up with demand as new home owners and renters quickly filled the houses as soon as the sod was laid. An absolute housing market frenzy engulfed the area and rapidly rising real estate prices seemed to merely spur it on. Poor planning and undoubtedly lust and greed for the almighty dollar from quick expansion transformed our tiny residential road into the only gateway to literally thousands of new homes and dozens of new ‘communities’.

Our back ‘porch’ and pool which had previously been the homes greater appeal and pleasure point faced the now major thoroughfare. Our house sat on an oversized corner lot situated at the very mouth of it and the distance of a rare empty lot between did nothing to shield our exposure to the onslaught of high speed traffic and noise. Of course there was the ever growing parade of rescue squads, fire trucks and policeman with sirens blaring as they scurried to one emergency after another.

New neighbors brought constant distractions with loud music, barking dogs, screaming children, and the inevitable Wednesday night through early hours Monday morning parties and all during the week we could hear domestic disputes. Soon moms strolling their babies, couples who previously enjoyed a quiet walk and bicyclers were replaced with individuals in cars yelling obscenities at pedestrians, dangerous high speed traffic threatened children’s safety at school bus stops, and domestic violence spilled out of homes into the street.

The worst examples we observed in astonishment of this growing mayhem was a man who pulled to the side of the road, directly beside our home’s lanai (porch) and pool area. Literally in our face, while we were sitting there looking on, he got out of the car, pulled his mate out and proceed to pulverized her body and face, right in front of us. He was completely void of care or regard to even consequences he might face from witnesses!

One day a 3 year old child wandered to our door. He didn’t know where his mother was and didn’t know where he lived, fortunately he knew his first and last name. Reporting to the police several squad cars drove in a few houses away then very shortly an SUV came tearing into the same drive. Rather puzzled why the police hadn’t responded to our call we watched the policemen and the 3 or 4 young females from the SUV appear to converse, then one girl who looked barely old enough to be considered adult came running to our house. She excitedly and somewhat apologetically exclaimed she and her daughters, who could have passed rather for sisters, had planned a day out shopping and forgot her son was there!

But the very worst was still to come after violent gangs moved in along with the new neighbors. Shortly after a month long vacation, feeling refreshed with renewed fortitude from a new idea to step up the condo plan to no longer than 3 years out. I was ready to settle back into routine and get back to work. School had resumed and the usual bus stop crowd had drastically changed. The neighborhood natives with young children were now driving their children to and from the bus stop rather than allowing them to ride their bikes and a much older crowd now walked from the bus stop shouting obscenities, throwing litter, taunting everyone in sight and glaring at me as I observed their lewd behaviors.

Development had filled the vast spaces and construction was moving in closer on small lots between houses on the already overcrowded streets. Fires burning across the neighborhood had become common place as construction crews cleared brush and my beloved eagles nests to make room for still more houses. For 2 weeks after school resumed the fires seemed more prevalent. One day there was an especially unusual stench from a fire that ran me and even the cats out of my make shift office into the house. A couple days later over coffee on Sunday morning we watched another drama unfold as a helicopter circled our house for an unusually long period of time. We had also long grown used to planes and helicopters flying both day and night over and around our home spraying for mosquitoes and God knows what else. But this one not only lingered longer, but was also accompanied by man standing on a dirt knoll recently made by a construction crew and he seemed to be visually surveying as far and wide as he possibly could and signaling to the helicopter. This was suspect, but calling the police they assured us it was some new routine that shouldn’t be considered out of the ordinary. Although within the hour police and news crews joined the action and a while later crime scene tape was strung behind our neighbors house and around the construction site that had a pathway to what had obviously become a local hangout where we would often see auto’s, bikes, motorcycles and foot traffic trek then hear evidence of parties going on. About a week later we learned a local teen gang had a party, ended in a violent fight where two young boys 16 & 17 years old were murdered, then their bodies brought to this party spot in their car and torched.

Road blocks were frequently routine and once were accompanied by a swat team when we later learned one of the new residents was holding people hostage and threatening to kill…good grief, I don’t even remember who, which brings me back to my point.

On this particular morning as I tried to focus I was not consciously in a especially reflective or pensive mood, yet each time I tried to resume my work this nagging, niggling ‘something’ in the back of my mind prevented any hope of accomplishments until it was acknowledged and dealt with. Suddenly, my heart skipped a beat and I became deeply saddened as I realized what was causing this ‘malfunction’. Over the 2 years since the ‘change’ had begun in my neighborhood I had gradually become immune, at least to the noise. On that very morning during my prep time an ambulance, fire truck and police squad cars had ripped by my house with sirens blaring, and I believe for the first time, my conscious (?) mind barely noticed them. About 2 hours later my subconscious mind was rendering a new kind of riot act, making me entirely conscious that in my life this was completely unacceptable behavior.

Although city dwellers likely will not relate as readily to this analogy, perhaps all of us can look at our lives and think of circumstances and events that we have, or are becoming, conditioned by and immune to. Think of the growing and seemingly out of control rampage of assaults on the people of America and how you’ve personally come to react to them.

Again I ask you, What is happening in our country? What is happening to the people of our country? To explore some very mind provocative thoughts about these questions read this article. Please don’t let the title put you off, it’s important to read the article in its entirety to understand the full context of the larger picture and how it relates.

And could there truly be some imperceptible influence directing American's thought processes, therefore our actions?

If you’re not familiar with this concept you may find it very interesting and enlightening when you consider all that is going on in our country today and most conspicuously over the last 10 years. If you’re already familiar with it, a refresher may bring new points to light.

Stay tuned and check our blog regularly over the next few weeks as we continue to explore further articles about actions and reactions in American society today.

Until then, stay strong, protect your rights and freedoms. Remember to think for yourself and pay close attention to what is affecting your thoughts and actions!

~Ciel

April Fools!

Isn't practically everything due on the first of the month? Why is the fraudulent income tax due on the 15th? Could it be related to the thought processes of these notorious leaders who have duped us through the years? Call me crazy but didn't we just have a similar incident? 'Operation Iraqi Liberation...er, a, we better make that Operation Iraqi Freedom, O.I.L might be a little too transparent'...

How about the Sandy Berger caper? And Alberto Gonzales, who "serves at the pleasure of the president" is right in the middle of it. Ever wonder why or how the Clinton's and Bushes seem to be so cozy? George, GW, and Bill have all made public jokes about their dastardly deeds, isn't there some powerful clandestine organization who touts everything they do is flaunted in the open?

Wake up, people, there's no difference in Republicans and Democrats. Research each individuals background. Don't be taken in by 'campaign' or any other propaganda!

If we don't want to be perpetual fools, remember: "Trust, but verify".

Meanwhile, just before the April 15 deadline, here's more information and a very important article pertaining to "The Great Hoax". Try to take a minute to read "Fighting Words".

This article and links within will point you to articles, work and information of some American heroes who have been fighting for our rights and freedoms. You'll find the information worthy of the 15 minutes it takes to read it, invaluable to your life quality and any future generations you are responsible to or plan to have.

Despite the date, this isn't a joke...I don't know about you, but I'm tired of being an "April Fool", or a fool by any other name.

"We the People" update-The Great Hoax

January 20, 2007
“We the People”

The Wait Is Almost Over

Within months, in all probability just before the Easter break, the hot topic of the day in every single law school in America will be the decision by the U.S. Court of Appeals in our case entitled, We The People v. The U.S. Government.
Given the enormous and far-reaching implications of this decision, either in favor of the People or against them, law school professors everywhere will be anxious to analyze and "mine" the decision, discussing it in their faculty and academic forums and bringing it the attention of the young minds that fill their classrooms. Many will likely rush to further explore the gravity of the ruling and publish articles in Law Review journals.

It will be an exciting time, indeed -- especially for the ordinary non-aligned citizen taxpayers of this great Country.

The excitement will permeate Give Me Liberty 2007, our three-day conference scheduled for March 29-31.

Think about it. For the first time in the entire history of our nation -- since the adoption of our Bill of Rights in 1791-- a Court is about to declare the legal meaning of one of the five individual Rights guaranteed by the First Amendment.

Not just any Right, but the mother of all Rights -- the Right that caps all the others, the so-called "Capstone Right." The First Amendment is, undoubtedly, the most important sentence in the entire Constitution.

It reads, "Congress shall make no law respecting the establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the Right of the People peaceably to assemble, and to Petition the government for a Redress of Grievances."

Within the meaning of the last ten words of the First Amendment is the Right of each individual (and the minority) to hold government accountable to each and every provision of the Constitution, including all the other enumerated and un-enumerated Rights. This is why the Petition Clause is called the "Capstone Right."

What good would it do to design and adopt a Constitution based on popular sovereignty that guaranteed individual, un-alienable Rights, if the individual himself had not the power to prevent the Government from violating those Rights, non-violently?