A Hard Reign is Coming

Oregon has been selected as the Petrie Dish for expanding illegal dictates from the pretend government in D.C.

“(NaturalNews) There’s nothing more refreshing than standing in a cool, summertime rain shower. Or bathing in the warm sunlight on a crisp spring day. Or inhaling the cool autumn air, fresh with the scent of turning leaves and pine needles. These things — rainwater, sunlight, air — have long been assumed to be not only free, but un-claimable. You can’t claim to own the sunlight that falls on my front yard, for example. A corporation can’t claim intellectual property ownership over the air that you breathe and demand you pay a royalty for inhaling.

But these days, Jackson County, Oregon says it owns YOUR rainwater, and the county has sentenced a man to 30 days in jail and fined him over $1500, for the supposed “crime” of collecting rainwater on his own property.

The man’s name is Gary Harrington, and he owns over 170 acres of land in Jackson County. On that land, he has three ponds, and those ponds collect rainwater that falls on his land. Common sense would say Gary has every right to have ponds with water on his 170 acres of land, but common sense has been all but abandoned in the state of Oregon.” (1)

Aside from the outrageous obscenity of this ridiculous claim there are other reasons why this cannot be possible. First, NO STATE can own the water, the air or the sunlight; and aside from that the Federal Government is nothing more than the association of the separate and sovereign states—and has nothing of its own—except the ten mile square that is officially called the District of Columbia.

Everything that Obama has been passing on to us about his own ideas of the so-called powers that he has granted to himself, are just words because there is no longer a federal government to back up his claims. (2)

We no longer have a military force of our own, as that has been taken over by the United Nations. We no longer have a congress as that body has refused to carry out its officially mandated duties—making the entire congress the enemy of the people of this country. And as for the farce that we call the ‘Supreme Court’ that is nothing but yet another nest of Treason-motivated vipers that has nothing at all to do with being a supposed third branch of the old US government.

But perhaps the most pivotal reason, as to why this ‘grand-new-idea’ has no standing is because the corporations want to own the water, the air and the sunlight: And if people cannot own the basics for human life—then neither can the corporations. If the goal here is to get the government to steal these natural resources from the people in order to sell them to the corporations; then there is a serious gap in what role government has, if any, in governing over anyone. If the public cannot own the resources that enable human-life, then neither can the corporations: The corporations are commercial-construct, but this would be a step too far, even for them!

For that matter there is also a solution, in the same vein, concerning how the 50 states collect and use the taxes they collect for the FEDS. When the individual states have problems, they should simply retain all the taxes they collect and spend it on what is needed in their states—denying the feral government in any say at all about how those funds are used. Afterall, the feds have been blackmailing the states for decades with the threat of withholding payments to the states unless they enact the legislation that the feral government demands: Is it not time for us to turn the tables on these blackmailing bastards and begin to strangle the feds with their own brand of power?

TRICKLE-DOWN ECONOMICS has never worked;
Whereas
Trickle-Up Economics ALWAYS HAS!

Consequently we should tax the rich beyond their ability to survive and use the money to solve our problems—which no one in government seems to see as anything that must be dealt with. As our problems begin to get solved the tax rates can begin to recede, until we can get back to level playing field where those who do the work have adequate representation in every discussion about how the profits are divided at the end of every quarter. This in its way would amount to a maximum-wage if you like, not unlike the completely obscene “minimum-wage” that forces people to work for slave wages while the owners virtually take all the profits and all the benefits for themselves.

Of course none of this could ever come to pass, unless the public begins to take-a-stand against everything that has already come to pass. But the paper-world of Washington DC is nothing but that—a paper world where nothing can be real because they will not cross the line into open warfare, because then everything will collapse; beginning with the New-World-Order.

“Take a look at some of these pictures by award-winning investigative journalist Amber Lyons from Anaheim over the weekend. When we hear terms like militarized police – this is what comes to mind. Officers decked out in full military gear as though they’re about to be deployed to Afghanistan. So what’s behind this? Why are militarized police on patrol in Anaheim? Well – Sunday marked the ninth straight day that local citizens took to the streets to protest police brutality. Nine days after police shot an unarmed man – 25-year-old Manuel Diaz – in the back of the head killing him. Since that shooting…the streets of Anaheim have been the scene of mostly peaceful protests that have at times turned violent in response to heavy handed police crackdowns. Last week – this was the scene in Anaheim – as police in riot gear fired less lethal projectiles like bean bags and pepper balls indiscriminately into crowds of people. 24 people were arrested that night – storefront windows were smashed, and fires were started. And last night – as hundreds poured into the streets for a peaceful march and ceremony for Manuel Diaz – they were once again met with Anaheim police equipped with full military gear. Nine people were arrested on Sunday.”

This video has been removed, but the article and one image remains.

The pathetic lost soul that looks like an escapee from Disneyland—armed with a grenade launcher, is supposed to scare Americans to death—but all he represents is a very tired example of what a ten day standoff looks like for a bunch of cops that refuse to answer any questions… (3)

Think about it people; because if you don’t soon begin to take this place away from the pretenders in DC & the world; you will be paying with your lives for that mistake!

A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall (video)
Bob Dylan

“Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son ?
And where have you been my darling young one ?
I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways
I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son ?
And what did you see, my darling young one ?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand takers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son ?
And what did you hear, my darling young one ?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin’
I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’
I heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’
I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

Oh, who did you meet my blue-eyed son ?
Who did you meet, my darling young one ?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded and hatred
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

And what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son ?
And what’ll you do now my darling young one ?
I’m a-goin’ back out ‘fore the rain starts a-fallin’
I’ll walk to the deepths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are a many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner’s face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I’ll tell and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’
But I’ll know my songs well before I start singin’
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.”

Jim Kirwan

1) Oregon criminalizes permaculture, claims state ownership over all rainwater

2) The President has No Right

3) Media Blackout As Militarized Police Deploy in Anaheim

 

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