Defending Freemen

During my enforced "downtime" I have missed quite a bit.

One blogpost, written by our own Uncle Marvo, was a bit of an attack on the Freeman Movement, and, since it kind of is my life right now, it is fitting that I defend my stance.

From the top then, I should explain just what it is about life in Britain that I have grown to detest. In a word, it is "statutes". Statutes are not laws, although many think they are. Statutes are (and I quote) "Rules for a society which are created by elected officials (government). They are given the force of law when consented to by the governed". It seems to me that if my consent is required, it can also be taken away. By me. So I did. In a sworn affidavit, witnessed by three other human beings, and I sent it to a government department. I could have sent it to all interested parties, or none. I chose the Home Office. They did not understand my new law because I used ancient rights to inform them (the government) that there's a new kid in town and he is no longer playing by their rules. I informed them that I was no longer a child and that I no longer needed, nor would I seek, their permission to live my life as I see fit. Not so very long ago, this was the norm. As long as people caused no harm to other people in their communities they would in turn not be harmed by the government of the day.

Dig a little deeper though, and you discover that statutes are Laws Of The Water. Admiralty Law, Fleet Law, even Contract Law is based on laws of the water. Now, the last time I looked, I lived on the land. Therefore, I feel, it is not unreasonable of me to want to be ruled by Common Law-the Law Of The Land. Simply put, I told the government that their laws of the water no longer applied to me. They did not argue. They did not question. They did not rebut any claims I made in my affidavit. There exists a legal maxim that states "...an unrebutted affidavit stands". I have, in effect, written my own law. No-one, no man, no corporation, can ever deny me the rights I claimed. They were given the opportunity to do so, and they failed to respond in time, or with any substance. I may never need to invoke "Ranty's New Law", but if I do, the paperwork is lodged. I am, as they say in modern parlance, golden.

I have acted honourably. Moreover, I swore an oath not to cause harm, loss or injury to another human being. If I should do so I expect the full weight of the law to descend upon me. I will, however, in court, claim common law jurisdiction. I will want to be judged by my peers, not some magistrate or judge who is running a limited company. Which, by the way, they all are. I will enter the court as a human being, not an artificially created construct. If they insist on dealing with my legal fiction I will lay my birth certificate before them and they can negotiate with it all day long.

In the comments of my previous post I was accused of being a "commie". From what little I understand of communism, everyone is entitled to the same slice of pie, whether or not they worked to produce its ingredients, to produce the heat to bake it, or even possessed the skills to make the pie. I have a great deal of trouble accepting that notion. We have seven million people in this country who have never worked, or intend to never work, so content are they with taking money from those who are prepared to work. Would a "commie" say "Drown the fucking lot of them" ? Because that is exactly my viewpoint. Leeches all. Get rid of them. If they cannot work due to disability or illness then it is our moral, and human obligation to feed and house, and to take care of them. Any society is judged on how it treats its people, particularly the weaker inhabitants. But the lazy are a different kettle of fish. I also have no beef with capitalism. For much the same reason: if someone is prepared to take risks, invest his or her money into a business that sustains a community, and keeps people in jobs, then who has the right to snatch away all the rewards when they come to those that risked all to begin with? Not me, certainly. I'm not exactly in the Gordon Gecko "Greed is good" camp, but I'm not too far removed from it. Capitalism works.

Uncle Marvo is looking for proof. He deals in absolutes. I have none. I only know that in law, my document gathering dust in the Home Office, is rock solid. It may contain a pile of mince, but it is my mince. No-one told me I was wrong, or that I could not have any of the rights claimed. The law says my document is good, because it didn't say it was bad. Marv has also seen his share of conmen and conwomen in his time on the planet. I happen to agree with him here. My research has led me to those who want to charge for their teaching. It is precisely at that point that I click on that little x on the tab and leave their website. I will not be told that the answers have a price, and in the same breath that these people are here to help. If teaching is what you do for a living then good on you. I won't be paying for seminars, discs, or lengthy documents that show me the way towards untold riches. I don't want untold riches. I want to know how I deal with people who think they are dealing with a cash-cow. I want to know how to say "No" in a way that they will understand. I want to be left alone. I want to walk down the street without hordes of shiny-arses watching me on CCTV. I want to move freely about MY planet without some freak seeing my near naked body in a useless, possibly harmful scanner at the airport. If I am driving on a motorway, alone, at three in the morning, I want to drive at whatever fucking speed I feel is safe. I want to park wherever it is convenient for me, I don't want to spend an eternity looking for 20 feet of road that doesn't have ugly yellow lines painted on it and some mental case in a uniform waiting to rush out and superglue a parking ticket on my car. I want to know that I own my car. The law today says that the DVLA own it. They can take it away and crush it almost at will. This is proof absolute that they own the vehicle, not us. Otherwise it is theft. Has the DVLA ever been charged with theft? No, I thought not.

I want to own guns. I want to use them to defend my family against the freaks that run around raping, stealing and killing, especially if they break into my house to commit these atrocities. I don't want to ask permission to own these guns. I don't want to register them with anyone. Although I will happily do so when all the bad guys register their weapons.

I don't want to give the government 80% of what I work hard to earn. I don't want to give them much more than 10%. From what I can see, 10% of my earnings would be spent wisely. They deserve medals for Money Wasting, and I am tired of it.

Lady Justice is reduced to a pox-ridden syphilitic whore. She needs to be euthanaised with all haste. We need a proper judicial system that is over-dosed on common sense. We need to lock up killers until they stop breathing. Child molesters need to chemically castrated as a minimum, and thieves need to be sent to horrific gaols that they never ever want to reside in again.

We need one law: do no harm. That's it. The other four or five hundred thousand statutes, statutory instruments and mindless regulations can be safely repealed.

Does any of that define freedom? I want it. I want more than that. I want no government whatsoever. No huge machine running/ruining my life. I want to live. I want to spend my hard earned money on whatever I like without paying portions of it to the greediest fucking machine ever created. I want to enjoy what life has to offer. I don't want to harm others and I don't want them to harm me or mine. I want the police to protect me, and I want them to serve me. That is what I pay them for. When they are unable, or unwilling, to do so, I will take care of myself. Using my 9MM friend. And his friend, the 12 bore.

As I have repeated often, I will strive for everything I mention here, and more besides.

Or I will die trying.

Do you want to know, Marv, why it isn't "all bollocks"? Because it kicked me off. It got me started. A light went on in my little brain and I started to look for a way. I know from our emails that you have been doing a similar thing for many years. Your thing just doesn't have a label. Mine does.

It isn't important what I call it. It doesn't matter that a movement has sprung up. What matters, the only thing that matters a damn, is that people are waking up. They have stopped watching TV. They have stopped reading newspapers. They have stopped believing doctors, scientists and politicians.

They have started learning.

Who cares what they call themselves?

CR.