Unleash Hell

Old Holborn has reached the end of his chain (click on my title to go to his place) and he has asked for suggestions on how we restore sanity.

He wrote the following:

Right. Enough is enough. I can walk around in a costume, I can write on my blog and I can make life hell for the 646 in my own little way.

It isn't working though, is it?

We need ideas. It isn't voting for XXX or YYYY, that got us here. It isn't Twitter and it isn't Facebook. IT isn't the Daily Mail and it isn't Radio 4.

Something has to change. It simply cannot continue like this. We are bankrupted, our children are bankrupted, we are giving away our wages to people who want us to give away our wages and control our every movement, action and thought. Everything we do is now illegal.

I want serious suggestions from readers of the Old Holborn Blog. Do I publish a DIY "freeman" guide? Do we march? Where? Do we write? To whom? Do we start a newspaper or a national campaign? What do we do?

I don't have the answers but every, EVERY populace has prevailed over their oppressors. They did it. We can do it.

But we are going to have to get organised. And very, very serious.

646 of them. 60,000,000 of us.

This then, is my response. There are some fine suggestions in the 90 comments so far.  Regular readers will not be surprised to learn that I favour Lawful Rebellion. It is simple. It is peaceful. It clogs up the government machine. It is effective. No blood is shed. No need to mass march on anywhere or anyone in particular. This is an Armchair Warrior's dream come true.

From the comfort of your favourite chair you can unleash chaos. Using ancient law you can, and will, reclaim the high ground. Any soldier knows that once you have the high ground you have won. No-one is asking you to dash through the streets, Molotov Cocktail clutched in a sweaty hand. No-one is asking you to risk life and limb in an unfair battle against uniformed thugs who are trained to believe that the people they are meant to protect are, in fact, their enemy. Old school coppers know that the vast majority of us are good people, law-abiding people, but the new recruits are trained using neurolinguistic programming. They are a new beast entirely. They have some serious kit that can hurt, maim, or even kill us.

Before I set out on Freedom Road I carried out a risk assessment. I investigated the pro's and the con's and it became a no-brainer for me. Is there a risk in what I do? Certainly. But I find the risks acceptable. The worst they can do is kill me, and what I am doing, or intend to do, is definitely worth an "accident" when I am out walking my dogs. But here's the kicker: far too many people are doing the same thing. More and more join us every day of the week. I hear that over 200 affidavits a day are being delivered to government, and/or Queen Lizzie the 2nd. Lawful Rebellion is the new black.

I ask you this: what have you got to lose? If you are angry, if you are beyond that and regularly see a big purple vein standing out near your temples, it really is time to get a grip. I too was outraged, and when I started reading OH's blog, or DK's blog, or Leg-Irons blog, and a huge number of others, I found that my rage did not go away. It merely accelerated to new, life-threatening levels. I knew it wasn't healthy, I knew I just had to find another road to travel. And so, as you are all now aware, I became a Freeman.

Now, (as you also know), it is not all beer and skittles. It is a serious responsibility. Taking my destiny back from a bunch of scumbags in government was an easy choice. Retaking control, and I do not pretend that I am there yet, feels....amazing. Awesome. Fantastic. Pick any superlative you want. That's how I feel. What has it cost me? A few quid in stamps and registered letters. Just a few quid to remove a rabid, mindless monkey from my back. It was money well spent.

OH wants ideas? You could do worse than to start with this. A few simple letters to those money-grabbing bastards saying, (nicely), "No. Not anymore. You keep taking my money, and you give nothing in return. It stops now. I offer conditional payment. All I ask is that you show me a contract with two wet signatures, yours and mine, and I will happily pay you the money you say I owe you". Mr Council Tax Collector and Mr Inland Revenue can do no such thing. No such contract exists. Question their demands. Every single time.

How much risk are you exposing yourself to there? Is it frightening to contest a bill or a demand for your hard-earned cash?

Of course not.

What terrifies you is stepping away from the norm. What scares the bejesus out of you is what your friends and family may think. You need to start behaving like Billy in Midnight Express. Start going around the column in the opposite direction. Just like the nutters in the film who didn't like what Billy was doing, so the nutters in Westmonster will start shitting bricks. They want obedient cash cows. Without a compliant population they are fucked. Being compliant and complacent has just encouraged them to take more. Kill their money supply and you kill a government. It could not be any simpler. Conform and die. That is all your government requires of you. I prefer non-conformity. It is good for me, and it is good for the people I hold dear. It is my duty to rebel. I owe it to myself. I owe it to my family. I owe it to my country. I owe it to the countless unborn.

The power you gave to them can be taken away. Let's get started. Let's withdraw our consent to them robbing us and wasting our money.

The Powers That Were have used fear to control you since you were a child. You are a child no longer. You are an adult, a thinking, feeling, sentient being, and you know as well as I do that the system is corrupt and that fear has no place in a democratic society. "Control" was the domain of Joe Stalin, Idi Amin Dada, Pol Pot, Adolph Hitler, Julius Caesar and Giuseppe Garibaldi.

Now that we are fully subsumed into that EU monster, the control, the fear, and the corruption will erupt exponentially.

What is the answer?

Lawful Rebellion.

Or, you can sit there whining.

Be the fucking change. Make a difference. Make history. Restore your pride and your sense of self.

Break the chains.

Please.

Righting A Wrong

My good friend Dick Puddlecote has committed a cardinal sin. Visit his place (if you must) to witness the obscenity he has posted.

The picture above, which I queued up for outside Athena in Manchester, for four fucking hours, when I was 16, went up on my bedroom wall and stayed there. It was irreplaceable. This stunning visage was tattooed on my brain forever. No-one could remove it. Until today.

Puddlecote, you bastard.

My eyes were scorched when I looked upon  that abomination you put up. To remove such an image from my brain I would normally turn to drink.

But I am in a dry country, you twat!

I will nurture the pain and plot my revenge.

This isn't over pal.

CR.

Back To Africa

Dear People of Blogworld,

I am to sally forth once again to the dark continent. I go to do my thing. My day job.

I'll be back, if Allah wills it, on the 26th November, to resume my quest.

While I am gone you might want to listen to a couple of podcasts by some very bright people here

They are called The Lawful Rebellion Guide 1 & 2.

I have listened, with growing fascination, to both sessions and I have had many things reaffirmed and I have also learnt many new things. You may recall that I told you a while ago that Freemen should sign their affidavits (and any other paperwork) with blue ink? Turns out that we are rather special people and we can use purple ink if we wish. Blue is for oiks only, we are told. Purple, you may recall, is for royalty only. Turns out that the reason for that was our old friend, money. Only the royals could afford the purple ink which, back then, was made out of (expensive) mashed up sea shells. It is a small thing, but I am going to buy a selection of purple pens. If it adds to their annoyance, it adds to my joy.

You will also hear more about Accepting For Value (A4V). Regular readers will know that I tried this myself as a method of "payment" some 7 weeks ago. I have heard nothing back, nor do I expect to. It was only £200 "owed" to the taxman in penalties so it isn't exactly earth-shattering, but, if it works for £200 it will work for £200K. When my Company accounts are audited, HMRC will be on my tail for £3.5K in corporation tax. I will be accepting that for value too. I will, naturally, tell you what happens.

They also talk of an interesting investigation into mortgage payments, so do listen if you have time. If you don't have time, ram it into an iPod and listen to it on the way to work. They talk of Lawful Rebellion (why, who, when and what for) and they discuss Freemanism. These are knowledgeable guys who practise what they preach. The guys also provide very useful links to the subjects they discuss.

Recently a commenter suggested that I summarise what I have done so far.

1. I read Magna Carta 1215. Several times. Particularly Article 61.
2. I read Magna Carta 1297.
3. I read the Bill of Rights 1689
4. I read the Bankruptcy Act 1869
5. I read the Bills of Exchange Act 1882.
6. I learnt the difference between Statute and Common Law.
7. I learnt the difference between lawful and legal.
8. I issued my Notice of Understanding, Intent, and Claim of Right on 8th June 2009.
9. I became a Freeman on the Land 15 days later.

Tasks yet to be completed:

1. Copyright my (strawman) name.
2. Copyright my DNA, breath, fingerprints, irises, blood, urine & other unmentionables.
3. File for Commercial Standing using UCC-1 (Uniform Commercial Code Form 1).
4. Cease paying any form of tax.
5. Live life the way it was intended-free and unencumbered.

You are all invited along to see what happens.

If my connection is poor in my hotel in Africa, I will not be posting too much, but I will be able to answer questions if you have any. Or we can argue if you think I am wrong. Or, if you see anything useful in the blogosphere, bung it in and we can have a look at it.

Stay well, stay feisty, and above all, stay rebellious. They can only win if we good people do nothing and say nothing.



CR.

We Were Deceived.

For decades.

I missed these four videos the first time around, back in 2007. I was too busy fighting the vile smoking ban. I truly believed that the smoking ban was the first experiment by the government to control a huge minority in our fair land. Naturally, the non-smokers got right behind it. After all, it wasn't them being forced outside, it was the filthy smokers. It wasn't them being abused, even killed, it was just the filthy smokers. It wasn't them having rohypnol slipped into their drinks, it was just those filthy smokers, who had slipped out for a disgusting cigarette.

It was Divide and Conquer 101. It showed the government that it could be done. So they repeated the exercise with the fat, with the lazy, and with the drinkers. If you somehow fit into all of those categories, you have my sympathy. You have had a shitty few years.

As important as it was, (for a social engineering experiment), it was as nothing compared to what was being planned in the background.

These videos might help to explain it a little better than my scribblings.

We have all been conned. We have all been deceived. We have all been taken for a ride.

The question is: are we ready to retaliate?

Fast forward to 2109. Eavesdrop on a conversation in a Pleasure Dome.

"I mean really. Can you believe those tits back in 2009 did nothing, nothing, to stop the USE from forming? It was a disaster from day one". (Lights a smoke, inhales deeply).

"I know, I know. They had the internet and everything. Archaic compared to what we have now, but shit, they were communicating, they just never acted!". (Lights a spliff, inhales deeply).

"Yep. They knew it would be bad. They knew that their national identities were being ripped away from them. I know we laugh about it today, but it took us, and our fathers & mothers 30 odd years to undo the damage. So many lives lost....so many taken by the superstate....".

"They even knew the EU was riddled with corruption and still did nothing when the old parliament kept throwing billions over to Brussels. Even when they started paying tax at the lower rate of 80% they just moaned a little more, but they kept voting in the same fucking idiots".

"Yeah. You know, I am a direct descendant of Captain Ranty. Blogged like a man possessed from 2009 until 2015. Of course, by then it was all over. They locked him up and said he was "fixated". What an embarrassment. I wish he had done more".

"I wish they had ALL done more.....".

The Green Fields Of France

My fellow bloggers, many of them, have tributes to our fallen today.

This is my contribution, and my recognition of the sacrifices made down the years.

We will remember them.

CR.