How to Prosecute A Ham Sandwich

Ham Sandwich Prosecution.                                                 4/6/2015

Part I; The Zero Sum Game   

                         
    The District Court system of the United States is a zero sum game for offenders. While, it should be a zero sum game for criminals caught in the act of egregious crimes the vast amount of cases heard on the District level are trivial and fall under the scope of a 'misdemeanor'. The zero sum means the defendant giving up their rights to trial, plea bargaining cases, making deals with prosecutors and levied a hefty fine. For the judicial system however, the balance sheet is always in the black.
     A small time petty crook can have his pay garnished, forced to pay a monthly fee to Probation or undergo some sort of re-education (ie; anger management, counseling) depending on the crime. Depending on the size of the District Court the amounts of revenue raised can be in excess of tens of thousand of dollars a day. Cases heard in District Court range from traffic tickets, DUI's, driving after suspension, probation violations, breaking and entering to domestic violence. While these cases are very serious and do carry stiff penalties criminals can usually avoid jail time by ante-ing up the cake. Career criminals know the system and are able to avoid their debt to society by craftily manipuating the system with a wad of cash.
    If you sit in a court of law and hear the cases you soon find an underlying theme. How much do they owe? How much do you have on your person now? Court fees, fines are assessed and probation handed down. It is an exception that some one is sent to jail for negating their obligation to Court. Even then the sentence is a short stay, not an actual 'sentencing' per se'.
    We must address the use of 'Bail'. Defendants should know to hide their cash in modern day NDAA/DHS America once arrested. Local police confiscate cash then demand high levels of bail based on what is in the offender's wallet. The town of Westford Mass did this to me twice on 2014. The 'actual' Bail was only $40 for an old arrest warrant: Failing to appear. Yet Police of Westford (after they searched me) found $200 in my wallet. My bail became $240. The second time they only tacked on a 'nominal' fee of $100 simply because I emptied my wallet to a friend before hand.
     Civil Forfeiture (as it is known) raked in over $2 billion nationwide in 2014. HBO comedian/talk show host John Oliver reported on one of his shows the ridiculous things local law enforcement purchased with stolen money. Sports cars, vacations and (in one case) a frozen margarita dispenser to name a few. Sadly, there is no accounting process in place, no reprimanding in place and no sign that Civil Forfeiture will be curbed in the future.
     The Plea Bargain is a great source of revenue for the State. By amassing multiple crimes a person is forced to 'make a deal' with Prosecutors. They plea guilty to crime A in lieu of crimes B,C,D struck from the case. Defendants are threatened with larger prison sentences if they choose to go to trial. It is as if the Prosecutor is annoyed that he/she would actually have to prove their burden of reasonable doubt. Many times this results in the accused forfeiting their right to trial and a judge hands down a decision based on recommendations of the Prosecutor. In addition, costs associated with defending oneself is a key mitigating factor. Public Defenders are employees of the State and are usually backlogged with more cases they can handle. The chances of a defendant having that Public Defender go the extra mile to win the case are slim. He/ she gets paid by the State in addition to what the defendant has to pony up regardless of outcome.
    It is a fatal fallacy to think that Prosecutors are interested in truth and justice. They are interested in winning. The American Judicial system is rife with historical examples of botched prosecutions yet there is no letting go of the case. There is only 'saving face' and getting something out of the defendant. Some prime historical examples would be the OJ Simpson case, Casey Anthony and, more recently, the Zimmerman case.
    Our criminal justice system, as presently practiced is basically a 'plea bargain system with actual trials being the froth that floats to the top. In a New York Yimes editorial piece July 16th 2012 Justice Kennedy noted a stunning and often overlooked reality of the American legal process: A vast majority of criminal cases (97% of Federal, 94% of State) are resolved by guilty pleas before any trial takes place. The system is loaded with pleas and not a system of trials.
    Five proposals to curb this abuse of power would be:
1; Reduce the absolute immunity of prosecutors to a qualified, good faith immunity.
2; Require prosecutions of police officers be handled by 'out of district' prosecutors to avoid a conflict of interest.
3; Enact a prorated 'loser pays'  rule for prosecutors to offset criminal defense costs. For instance, if a person is charged with 10 crimes yet is only convicted of 1 the prosecution must bear the costs of the defense of the other 9. Or, in the case of a complete exoneration, 100% of the costs.
4; Restrict the use of plea bargaining altogether. Require that every charge be backed up in court with tangible evidence or dropped completely.
5; Remove 'entity based' charges. Require that prosecutors no longer take over a case but that the person accusing is the person who bears the witness (and cost). Domestic abuse cases and Family Court cases are overwhelmingly handled this way resulting in a defendant facing the state prosecutor's office rather than a Plaintiff.
    In a November 2014 National Review article by Conrad Black;
    Judge Jed S. Rakoff of the federal district court in New York..... laments the breakdown in American criminal justice caused by abuse of the plea-bargain system. He writes, correctly, that “the criminal-justice system in the United States today bears little relationship to what the Founding Fathers contemplated, what the movies and television portray, or what the average American believes.” He quotes Jefferson’s expression of faith in the jury trial as “the only anchor yet imagined by man by which a government can be held to the principles of its constitution.”
    “The drama inherent in these guarantees is regularly portrayed in movies and television programs as an open battle played out in public before a judge and jury. But this is all a mirage. In actuality, our criminal-justice system is almost exclusively a system of plea bargaining, negotiated behind closed doors and with no judicial oversight. The outcome is very largely determined by the prosecutor alone.”
http://www.nationalreview.com/node/392417/print#pq=gX8txI
    Conrad Black describes the historical path of plea bargains. Prior to the Civil War practically every case was a jury trial. Given the war, immigration, a growing urban population the need to streamline an overburdened court was instituted. Black states that this was grave mistake. To this day other nations are forbidden to adopt this policy. You are more likely to receive a fair and unbiased trial in Australia, or, Malta than you are here in the United States regardless of the 5th and 6th Amendments.
    Prosecutorial power is immense in America. Mandatory sentencing rests in the hands of a Prosecutor not the Law, a judge's or jury's final verdict. This broad scope of power leaves little room for scrutiny or restraint. It (quite literally) allows prosecutors the ability to indict a ham sandwich should they find cause.
Part II; Injury of Injustice

 

Frederic Bastiat

    Frederic Bastiat wrote; "... Law is the common force organized to act as an obstacle to injustice. In short, law IS justice."  So, how is it that force is organized in such a way to create a system where everything is illegal? What weakness exists in the law that requires it to be omnipresent in order to ensure it's own enforcement?
    The weakness is the law's inability (and it's original intent) to control every aspect of our lives. However, by creating a system where a person can be charged with a litany of prescribed crimes the law asserts it's control over everything we do.
    For instance; say a person is arrested for a large amount of narcotics in their home/person. The individual isn't charged with simple possession. That would be too simple and would not fall far enough under the scope of control. He/she had to have either purchased the narcotics or manufactured them. For the sake of time we will say it was purchased. We do not have the time and length of paper to cover the laundry list of violations should we be dealing with a 'Breaking Bad' scenario.
    The individual is charged with possession and procurement. Two charges already. Then, there is the question of 'how much' was confiscated? We now enter the scope of possession and procurement over a 'certain amount'. Who determines this is another vein to explore at another time.
    We have yet to explore how it was stored (Federal violations). Environmental effects, zoning laws, fire codes.. The list can be (and usually is) endless.
    What about intent to distribute? Was there any evidence of material to package, sales rosters, measuring devices? We can now attach these 'crimes' as well.
    Given the fact that there are true manufacturers and distributors of narcotics and given the facts that law enforcement monitors these people in order to remove them lawfully from our midst the evidence must be clear, the process should be sound thus the verdict inevitable. But that is not always the case.
    Allow for a moment a scenario:
    An individual is arrested for possession of 1 pound of marijuana in his/her home. How does law enforcement assume or gather evidence of intent to distribute. If this individual does not sell, distribute or, in any way fit the profile of a 'drug dealer', how does the state bring to court this indictment?
     They manufacture the evidence.
    Perhaps this person bags lunch for work. Confiscating a box of Ziploc bags from the kitchen as evidence would be first on the list. Perhaps, in bagging the lunch, they are on a diet and use a food scale. That becomes second on the list. Maybe they keep money, or a gun in a safe for emergencies. What if they have rolled a few 'joints' and keep them in a case purchased at a legal tobacco shop? All of these are perfectly reasonable and totally legal behaviors yet, all of these become a form of de-facto evidence.
    By manufacturing this evidence law enforcement adds any and all charges they wish. All of them 'painting' a picture of criminal intent where none existed before. Regulating and classifying everyday behavior as potential criminal activity allows law enforcement to control every aspect of our lives.
    Bastiat goes on to write; "...It is not true that the function of law is to regulate our... work, our trade, our talents or our pleasures.. If you exceed this proper limit.. Then you will be lost in uncharted territory, in vagueness and uncertainty.. in a multitude of utopias, each striving to seize the law and impose it upon you.."
    In the 2015 spring issue of Intercollegiate Review Magazine British House of Commons Member Daniel Hannan writes; "  ..In the Eurocrat's mind unregulated and illegal are synonymous concepts. The idea that lack of regulation should be your default option... is seen as a bizarre Anglo-Saxon peculiarity"
    Here in the US we make up laws simply because they don't exist in the first place. We regulate everything forcing a person to be at the whim of some nebulous law they never knew existed. In Harvey Silvergate's book, "Three Felonies A Day" the concept of 'ignorance of the law is no excuse' becomes Orwellian at this point.
Part III; Prosecutorial Victimization
    1990 in Madison County New York Delbert Ward was arrested for the murder of his brother. The Ward brothers are (or, were) four elderly, illiterate, border line retarded cattle and hay farmers in the upstate community of Munnsville NY. They all lived together in a small shack, were generational natives to the area and frequented the town's shops and the county auctions. Though labelled by the prosecuting attorney as outcasts they were anything but outcasts to the townspeople who knew them well. The video documentary 'Brother's Keeper' by filmmakers Joe Berlinger and Bruce Sinofsky follows the Ward brothers in the weeks leading up to their trial.

Delbert Ward

 

 

    One morning William Ward was found dead in his bed next to his brother Delbert. William had long suffered from various ailments including coronary disease, infections from a chainsaw wound in his foot and respitory pneumonia. However, despite the outpouring of support and sympathy from the town of Munnsville State Police investigators arrested and interrogated Delbert Ward and eventually charged him with the murder of his brother.
    The suspicion of murder came from the forensics examiner who found various 'abnormalities' during the autopsy and suggested to the investigators that a natural cause of death may have to be ruled out. Oddly enough, forensics held onto the final report until notified by State Police investigators that they had secured a written confession from Delbert Ward. At that point forensics finalized the report and labelled the death of William Ward as a homicide. Normally, a person would not think twice about a written confession except for one small fly in the ointment. Delbert cannot read or write. Nor, is he mentally capable of understanding the charges as they were presented to him. The investigators created a scenario where (somehow) 66 year old Delbert had the strength and temerity to asphixiate his brother with his hand over the nose and mouth. The rationale behind this was that Delbert didn't want his brother to suffer anymore. Considering the IQ of the Ward brothers, their farm upbringing something like this would make perfect sense to Prosecutors. After all, he (Delbert) wouldn't let one of his animals suffer in pain. Why should his brother?
    State Police Investigators wrangled a written confession from one of the other brothers as well. Lyman Ward is the worse off of the Wards as far as mental capacity is concerned. During the actual trial when presented with his confession he was neither able to understand what was being said to him, the confession (as it was written) nor able to formulate a cogent answer to the Prosecutor's questions. In the documentary you can see the Lyman visibly trembling so badly that the Judge had to stop the trial and Lyman had to be removed by medical personnel and hospitalized.
Part IV: One Big Happy Family
    Cases like the Ward's are not isolated. We have reached a point where anytime, anywhere in the United States a botched prosecution can take place and usually does. What makes this more dangerous is that the search for the truth takes a back seat to the search for a prosecution. Investigators are not 'looking' for the truth, they are looking to make a 'collar'. The precept that everyone arrested is automatically guilty destroys our Constitutional principles of Fair Trial, right to face accusers, due process and the adage of 'innocent until proven guilty".
    In a University of Tennessee Law School paper written in 2012, author Glenn Harlan Reynolds writes about one Southern District of New York where the Prosecutors would play a game naming a famous person and then searching the law books for any crime that could be attached to that person. Here in the Ward case Madison County Prosecutors turned this concept on it's head by creating the crime, forcing a confession and pinning it on Delbert Ward.
    Forensics in the Ward case defaulted to claiming the death 'suspicious' after hearing that there was a written confession. The Dr. knew nothing of the Wards, could only piece together a 'probable' cause of death and failed to take into account the prior health conditions of the deceased. It didn't matter. All these agencies worked together for one common purpose; to secure the evidence necessary (even if they created it) to result in a verdict of 'guilty'.
    Grand juries (once sequestered) are not required to search for the truth but rather examine the evidence supplied by investigators and prosecutors to determine if an indictment is possible. Opposing witnesses are rarely allowed to give testimony as was the situation in the Grand Jury that convened to hear the Ferguson Missouri incident. Though we can scarcely argue here the minutia of the shooting that took place that fateful evening it must be pointed out that the Grand Jury was only given reports, testimony and evidence presented by the police involved in the case. The Eric Garner Grand Jury in New York City was sequestered and also given police reports, testimony and evidence. Both examples reflect one of the five solutions proposed earlier in this essay; that cases involving police should be heard by 'outside the District' Prosecutors to avoid a conflict of interest.
    What unfolded on national television in the weeks afterwards are now history.
    Where this takes an even further dangerous step is the militarization of our local law enforcement. DHS money is being poured into communities for the purchase of surplus military equipment, spy technology and cell phone capturing technology. Prosecutors now have the machinery in place to execute warrants, arrests and confiscation of private property.
    Frighteningly, the urge from lawmakers to confiscate arms from citizens is growing across the country. Connecticut is leading this charge with their recent demand to have citizens register grandfathered weapons magazines over 10 rounds or have them confiscated. Branford Police Officer Joseph Peterson made the famous Facebook remark of, "... I cannot wait to get the order to kick your door in...." when referring to the confiscation of these magazines. Constitution be damned and more power to prosecutors to imprison law abiding citizens with lengthy charges.

 

    Noah Webster wrote, ".... The supreme power in America cannot enforce unjust laws by the sword; because the whole body of the people are armed." But, how much longer? Unjust laws are so vast and complex today that the average American commits three felonies a day and does not even know it (Silvergate). The right to keep and bear arms is clearly defined in our Constitution but not so in today's tangled web of codes and statutes.
    Alexander Hamilton wrote in Federalist #29, "... should at any time... the government form an army... that army can never be formidable to the liberties of the people... a large body of citizens.. in discipline (in) the use of arms." While there are plenty of law enforcement officials who will not obey Un Constitutional laws there are those who will and they will gladly work hand in hand with prosecutors as one big happy family to bring these 'criminals' to justice.
Part V; Incarceration Nation/SWAT Nation

    This quote, from the 2014 Massachusetts Department of Corrections Report states;
    " The Massachusetts DOC’s total prison population increased by
9% between 2005 (10,138) and 2014. Total population (11,034)
. The population rose almost 3% between 2011 and 2012 and
reached the highest total in a decade; (11,723) this was followed
by a decrease of 6% between 2012 and 2014. During this time
the crime rate decrease."
     " The cost per inmate per year varies from $36,000 to as much as
$114,000 for those needing the services of the Bridgewater State
Hospital. These costs are increasing while our Commonwealth
reduces what it spends on Education and runs a deficit...."
     From Wikipedia in 2013;
    ...... the incarceration rate of the United States of America was the highest in the world, at 716 per 100,000 of the national population. While the United States represents about 4.4 percent of the world's population, it houses around 22 percent of the world's prisoners. Imprisonment of America's 2.3 million prisoners, costing $24,000 per inmate per year, and $5.1 billion in new prison construction, consumes $60.3 billion in budget expenditures.
     Oddly, as crime has fallen here in Massachusetts as well as nationwide the prosecution of people seems to be increasing. Prison populations are still on the rise. With these prosecutions come confiscation of property and assets. If the costs are rising to imprison a person then what is happening to the property and assets seized? Aren't these confiscations turned over to defray the costs of incarceration? As we mentioned before they are not!
 

     One account for these high population numbers is the mandatory sentencing, which restricts the discretion of a Judge. The second is the increased length of these sentences (Wikipedia).
    Drug offenses account for over 31 million arrests and over half of the prison population. Drug raids account for over 75% of the 'No-knock' raids that occur daily in the United States. This calls into question the over use of law enforcement and the machinery in place to execute those raids. Prior to 9/11/2001 there were roughly 300 SWAT raids a year and were comprised primarily of a hostage situation, bank robbery, gang shoot out or a terrorist act. Today there are over 180 SWAT raids a day and the vast majority are drug busts.

     In the Sept. 8th 2014 issue of The New American magazine by Joe Wolverton he cites the horrific account of a 19 month old severely burned by a flashbang grenade tossed into the child's crib during a botched drug bust. The police had the wrong house.
 

    Wolverton continues with the example in April 2014: Nassau County SWAT raid a house after a report of an armed gunman. It turned out to be a hoax.
    On the website copblock.org and thefreethoughtproject.com one can find hundreds of examples nationwide of poorly executed raids, wrong houses, wrong people, innocents being shot and killed (unofficial numbers hover around 5000 since 9/11), pets being killed, police brutality and stunning visual examples of police looking more like combat shock troops than police officers. With the increase in raids comes the increase of deadly mistakes.
    What makes things worse for the victims is that police are exempt from criminal prosecution. Civil liability is exempt as well. The victims still have to pay all the court costs, hire an attorney, face possible jail time (even for defending themselves) and bear all the costs to repair their destroyed home.
    As Radley Balko said about the 'New' American Police in an August 2013 Wall St. Journal editorial; ".. the warrior cop... armed to the teeth, ready to deal harshly with targeted wrongdoers, and a growing threat to familiar American liberties.."

Conclusion;
    It is difficult to trace how we arrived at this juncture in American History without adding several more pages to this dissertation. What we can say is that we are definitely here now and there seems to be now end in sight. As our central government takes liberties away from us at an accelerated pace the same seems to be true for local officials as well. The criminal justice system is basically a meat grinder whose sole purpose is to wring whatever they can from us; our money, our liberties, even our lives. Disturbingly we hear many admonitions from our elected, judges, thinkers and writers but, that is about it.. Nothing actually gets done to reverse the situation.
    Guest on The M&P Conservative Media Network Col. Reid Reasor once described during an interview in 2014 how all of this is; "...purposeful.. It is designed to hurt us". The Colonel also spoke about how there may be an element of mental dysfunction in the minds of the people who adopt these policies and implement them. Surely, they must know these things are wrong and violate Civil Liberties yet they are employed none the less. Is it designed to pacify the population? What was that famous saying about government fearing the people vs people fearing the government?
     "Our law enforcement is now openly adopting a mentality that every single American citizen is a potential threat and should be approached, dealt with and remanded, according to this precept. Any attempt by said citizen to question, film, defend themselves, resist, argue, or fight back against any violation of their implicit and defined Constitutional rights are subject to arrest, potential assault by law enforcement; and in too many tragic cases, death." Christopher Maider. The Lexington Green. Nov. 2013.
    Virtually every single one of us knows that rush of adrenaline every time a police car pulls up behind us, pulls us over. We are a nervous population now. A simple misdemeanor can become a  legal nightmare. The Justice System does not dispense 'justice' any more it dispenses fines, deals and incarceration. It is a 'pay to play' system with the cost being born disproportionately by those who can afford it the least.

Christopher A.W. Maider, CEO
The M&P Conservative Media Network
Worcester Tea Party Media Liaison
2015
   

A City Council Against It's Own City?

      " The legislator is the mechanic who invents the machine..." Rousseau

     " The purpose of law is to prevent injustice from reigning.." Frederic Bastiat


     Last year we gathered in this chamber to educate this honorable Council on the severity of provisions placed in The National Defense and Authorization Act. Provisions 1021 and 1022 call for the UnConstitutional arrest and detention of American citizens suspected of involvement in or association with terrorist groups or activities.
    But 1021 and 1022 go much further. They unfairly target Americans of color, racial or religious differences. They strip away the Miranda ruling, violate the 4th Amendment through wire tapping, internet trolling and places many grassroots Liberty minded political organizations onto a watch list.
    Well over 50 years ago one solitary man brought awareness to a nation steeped in racial bigotry. The Congress acted, the President acted and freedom was extended to EVERY American. Today millions of Americans are DENIED their most basic freedoms under NDAA yet our Congress refuses to act our President refuses to act and this Council refuses to act.

    Not unlike Nazi Germany or Soviet Russia secret dossiers are populated with private information for the expressed purpose of manufacturing a case. The Grand Jury process is bypassed and habeous corps is suspended.

Section 1021 specifically states:
(1) Detention under the law of war without trial until the end of the hostilities authorized by the Authorization for Use of Military Force. . .

    This provision when coupled with Department of Homeland Security funding of our local police not only gives legal authority to execute this law it gives this law the mechanics to execute it. Across the nation local police are now 'outposts' of the Federal Government. Sheriff departments are defunded and the actions of local law enforcement can be capsulated in the frightening days following the Boston Marathon bombing when the nation watched as military grade weaponry walked the streets of Watertown. Police are supplied with excess military hardware, spyware, cell phone capturing technology and routinely troll the internet. Since 9/11 the amount of 'no knock' SWAT raids went from 300 a year in 2001 to to over 180 a day in 2015 nationwide. The deaths of American citizens, many of them completely innocent, have now surpassed all the American deaths in the War on Terror.
    Tragically on this the anniversary of Martin Luther King and Black History month those deaths are disproportionately black and latino.

    Col. Reid Reasor, Republican Candidate and Air Force Combat Pilot who served under four Presidents and guest on my radio show;
     Those who have illegally taken our rights have made a common historical error in judgment.  They believe they have a pressing need to take action combined with better intelligence, better moral judgment, better education and better situational awareness than the Founders or We the People.  They believe they are so right, that they are justified in illegally taking our human rights.  According to President Woodrow Wilson, “The government does now whatever experience permits or the times demand"

    Last year, City Solicitor Moore  was asked about the status of the Supreme Court decision on the matter of 1021 and 1022. He gave this Council incorrect information by stating the Supreme Court was still deciding this matter. In fact the Court had already decided. By denying to hear the case in April of 2014 they had handed it back to the states and the people themselves. In addition the fact that surrounding towns agreed that the provisions were UnConstitutional played no bearing on this Council's decision. Even Albany New York rejected provisions 1021 and 1022.
   Councilwoman Konnie Lukes stood and spoke about the need for the Council to concentrate on local issues that affect the city of Worcester. How more local can we get when an outside authority has the power to come into our city and randomly surveil our neighbors? How more local can we get when DHS arms and directs our local law enforcement to engage in these activities? How more local can we get when the City Council looks the other way while the Civil Rights of our ethnically diverse city are violated? How more local  can we get when our own police force already has faced over 1 million dollars in lawsuits from past Civil Rights violations?
    Councilwoman Lukes also spoke about how she would be glad to revisit this issue should the day come when a citizen of Worcester is being detained unlawfully. Well, by then it will be too late, especially for the unlawfully detained Worcester citizen.
    Another Councilman spoke about how ".. he gets it.." He practises defense. However Councilman you wouldn't even get the chance to see your prospective client and the subsequent trial would be under a military tribunal NOT a Civilian Court of Law.

    Then there was a 'point of order' under Rule 33 that pertains to issues suited for this Council.

Rule 33. – Regarding propriety of items No petition, remonstrance, resolution or other communication which deals with personalities or with matters not within the general supervision and/or relating to city government shall be considered by the City Council. The City Clerk, with the assistance of the City Solicitor, shall determine when an item is not appropriate for placement on the City Council agenda.

    Well, isn't that nice that you all get to pick and choose what issues to address while disregarding the protection of the citizens of this city. We are not dealing with 'personalities' or a petition. We are not remonstrating either. We are seeking that this Council protect the individual Liberties of those who have elected them and whom they represent.
    The oath you swore to protect and defend the Constitution of The United States IS the overiding rule. As officers of this government instituted by men you are admonished and held under penalty of law to protect the citizens that have elected you to this office.

    French philosopher and writer Frederic Bastiat rote in his 1850 pamphlet 'The Law'; ".. The nature of law is to maintain justice... Law and justice are one and the same thing. There is a strong disposition in all of us to believe that anything lawful is also legitimate... Many persons have erroneously held that things are just because law makes them so...."
    "... but when law and morality contradict each other. The citizen has the cruel alternative of either losing his moral sense or losing his respect for the law..."
    Which alternative has this Council chosen?

    After the Mike Brown and Vic Garner decisions Worcester saw a brief protest take place on Main South. It was noisy and disruptive but it was peaceful. Given the language of 1021 and 1022, this Council's decision to ignore the will and protection of the people and the growing military strength of our local police; more protests can be expected. They will grow in number and scope. They may, like Ferguson Missouri become violent and deadly. I am sure for Ferguson, their City Councillors saw that as a local issue.
    Tell me Councillors will that, then, become more local for you? Will that pertain to Rule 33?

    The Constitution of The United States specifically forbids all of the language of NDAA, specifically provisions 1021 and 1022. What is not enumerated in this Constitution is renumerated to the States and to the people themselves. This City Council represents those people themselves. By barring the tax paying citizens of Worcester to address this issue and demand a redress of grievances from this Council under a self imposed 'Rule' you all violate the very Oath you have sworn to uphold.

    When I was here last year filming I was outraged at the decision of this Council. I kept quiet and walked out for fear of arrest, disturbing the peace and any other crime charged to me under 1021 and 1022. There was once a time in our nation when public anger, pounding of tables and shouts of tyranny were heard by our legislators and they acted accordingly to preserve our rights. Today we are told to keep orderly or we will be escorted out the hall in handcuffs. Neither you or the police officer standing here tonight can barely recognize your own complicity in our inevitable destruction as a Republic..

I thank you for this time... May God Bless the City of Worcester and These, The United States of America.

Intentional Self Destruction; Bullshit Artists

    Remember I told you that all I would have to do is wait for the metaphorical sound of a gun shot in the distance, follow the blood trail and the story will practically write itself?
    It is!
    Monday night I fielded so many phone calls from current and ex-members of The Massachusetts Republican Assembly I now have to go to the Verizon store to upgrade my plan. Long story short, Mary Lou Daxland now holds the reigns at MARA (cue funeral dirge now).
    Not only was Mark Fisher defeated as candidate for the leadership, he and his supporters found themselves in very familiar territory as they did in the 2014 campaign: Shut out, marginalized and the recipients of in party back stabbing. As if that wasn't enough I get a host of social media messages telling me how wrong I was in my last segment of this series. So, like a good radio host I invited them to come onto the show and explain where I am wrong.
    ...chirp-chirp.......chirp-chirp........

    Then, I hear from Brian Kennedy who agrees to Skype in on the show Tuesday night. I clear the deck and begin to rewrite the show. I open up the Meat and Potatoes e-mail account and there is a letter from Mr. Kennedy telling me he has to decline due to the privacy of the organization and also (now I am surmising here) Mommy Mary Lou wouldn't let him come out and play.
   

UPDATE:

 

"Due to internal developments, MARA has issued a directive not to speak to any media until a superseding notice is given. "

 

   Oh, hell no! I said to myself.

 

   So back on the phone I go to convince Brian to come onto the show. I told him point blank that this story is going to write itself with or without his input, with or without MARA's input. I also told him I have already spoken with other members of MARA and they have a decidedly different story to tell about the minutes of the Dec. 10th Convention. Unfortunately, as of the publishing of this article Brian never bothered to Skype in.. Never bothered to send an e-mail to decline (again). At 7:50 pm my board was up and humming for his call at 8pm.. By 8:15pm it was obvious.
    If everything was so transparent? If everything was 'misunderstood'? If "I" am wrong in my article?.. Why didn't you come onto the show? Explain it!! Prove me wrong!!
    But they don't.... Another gunshot heard in the distance.

    This is nothing new here folks. I just read an article in The Blaze about the GOP purging Tea Party Republicans from the Arizona Committees much the same way MARA has planned for us here in the Bay State.

   "" Under the byzantine rules of Arizona Republican Party politics, these elected officials, known as precinct committeemen, vote for local party chairmen. The chairmen, in turn, determine how state and local GOP funds are spent, which candidates are promoted in an election year, and which political issues are highlighted — all matters of central concern for McCain heading into 2016, when the threat of a primary looms.
    Prior to Aug. 26, when the races for the party offices were held, the vast majority of the 3,925 precinct slots were filled by people McCain’s team considered opponents. Now, after an influx of candidates were recruited by the senator’s allies, around 40 percent of those offices — 1,531 to be exact — will be held by people McCain’s team regards as friendly. They will have the power to vote down hostile Republican chairmen in each of their respective localities.
    “There’s been a huge organizational effort that I’ve never seen before,” said Gordon James, an Arizona public relations executive and longtime McCain confidant. “A lot of the party folks who were hostile to John McCain have been marginalized, and that’s a good thing.” (Politico.com)""

    Gee, thanks GOP six more years of Uncle Fester..


    The Jan.10th Convention was held here in Worcester at Maxwell Silverman's. It went from bad to worse rather quickly. With no quorum and no ability to second any motions the former President of the organization declared that the meeting was illegal but was ignored. The convention went ahead anyways. It is not clear why, but many Fisher supporters were behind a curtain of sorts and were not able to voice their opposition to Mary Lou Daxland's nomination. Mary's supporters were given VIP status right in front of the podium and the show of hands was all that was needed to usher in her leadership. According to one source that I spoke to the entire Convention was, ".. a fucking mess!" While another source claimed that ".. Karen Hughes would be proud.". This, referring to the shady way the vote was taken and the grassroots arm of the Republican Party marginalized.
    Ironically, according to  MARA's bylaws they specifically state that they are above the fray of mainstream politics. One such bylaw espouses Christian principles. From what I have discovered there was nothing pious about Saturday's event. Nor anything resembling being above the fray of GOP politics.

    You would think people would be clamoring to come on and talk about this. No one wants to! Even the side that gave up and split off are hedging their bets.. I can't blame them. However, since EVERY ONE KNOWS!!.. Why not come onto the show?
    I wrote an open letter to Karen Hughes during the Gomez Campaign and I said that this is a bad idea. We should wait, let Markey reveal himself and hammer him later on... chirp..chirp...
    It is all a power play.
    However, if we allow this (current) power play to succeed it will only come from the silence of the opposition. The grassroots. The very people I have sworn on my show to represent..
 
Because no one else will represent you.. Not Channel 4,5, 7.. They don't care. They want what Mary Lou will hand them in 2016. They want what Holly Robichaud will write about in her column... Oh, and good luck hiring her to manage your campaign.. Ask her.. Better yet? Ask the former candidates she managed........( gun shot in the distance)

   M&P2012 will always interview and broadcast the true message of the people. I do not care what side you are on, bring your story. The grassroots candidates will always find a home here.

    From Alabama to Texas to Oregon, Arizona, Florida, Missouri, Nevada, and California since 2010 I have interviewed candidates from Tea Party Conservatives to Larouche Democrats and The United Independence Party; all have told me the same story.. Marginalized, shut out.. Yet they push their campaigns on a shoe-string budget to take back this nation. Massachusetts is no different.

    You know what is satisfying?
    Knowing that (despite every one telling you, you are wrong) discovering that you are correct from the rhetoric of the bullshit artists who keep pumping out the same worn out hits you have heard your whole life. It is not at all different from what we Liberty Movement Citizens are experiencing now. We are told we are wrong. We are told to mind ourselves. Told to step away. Play that last year's hit.
   
    This dog don't play that bullshit..

....And That Is The Diatribe....

Beware the 'Con' Men

    " The Constitution was not meant to be a detailed list of laws and edicts to micromanage people's behavior. It was not meant to change with factional or majoritarian impulses... serve the political expedients... of governing masterminds and their fanatical followers.." 
    Mark Levin, The Liberty Amendments.

    " No doubt a great deal of nonsense has been talked about the inalienable rights of the individual...a great deal... was mere vague sentiments... pleasing speculation... put forward as fundamental principle.. Living political constitutions must be Darwinian in structure and practice.."
    Pres. Woodrow Wilson, 1908


    The ground swell residing in PAC's, assemblies, citizen groups and ritzy dinner parties concerning a Convention of States and the impending Article V is not only not going away anytime soon, it is now at critical mass. It is with more conviction than worry that we will see a host of Amendments to or the complete destruction of our United States Constitution in just a few short years.
    The two sides for and against such doom are not amicable nor do they hint of any possible compromise. They are polarized with each camp barricaded behind well worded and well defended positions

    On Jan 5th 2015 two opponents squared of at Lir in Boston to discuss this very issue. Tom Weaver
https://sites.google.com/site/showidtovote/ and Catherine White http://constitutiondecoded.com/ were hosted by The Greater Boston Tea Party. Just as our forebears had done before Patriots gathered in a Boston tavern to discuss ( at times argue) and try to understand the benefits and dangers of tampering with our nation's most sacred document.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wVAw5BJRveY&feature=youtu.be

    If the end result was to only be a few amendments then this writer may be assuaged in his fear. However, what would the language be? Once Congress convenes the very groups who called for an Article V will be summarily shut out of the process and there would be no way to stop this runaway train. The only caveat would be the ratification process where 3/4ths of the states can reject any wacky ideas. During this time Americans can be sure to be very vocal in their local cities and towns. Again, though, what is to stop Congress from installing language to dissolve the ratification process?
    The danger lies in that if the process is to completely trash Madison's great work and the adoption of a 'new' Constitution then we truly face a grave danger.. Correction, we face the imminent death of our great Republic. We can forget about the ratification process because the 'old' Constitution no longer applies. The 14 states that would be needed to NOT ratify wouldn't matter anymore under this dystopian 'new' set of rules.

    Already there are 'new' constitutions gathering dust on shelves. The Ford and Rockefeller Foundations have drafted one such document. These are not documents to ensure Liberty, protect freedoms and reign in government. They are legal drafts dozens of pages long whose sole intent is to benefit the people who wrote them.
    The delusion comes when certain 'sub-groups' (as Alvin Toffler called them) demand and push for a Convention of States under the ruse their suggestions would be heeded. Thus, people climb on board convinced that this is just ducky. Ironically only State Legislators have the power to 'apply'. Unfortunately, these 'sub-groups' happen to be the very people pulling election purse strings. Can we see where this will inevitably lead? Luckily Oklahoma and Utah have since rescinded their applications. But whose to say a new set of Legislators may prevail?
    Additionally, given the propensity of Congress to draft legislation thousands of pages long, God only knows what these special interests will cook up. Chrysler will have to design a new truck just to haul the document. If the ratification process survives it could take years, but hey, we have to pass the 'new' Constitution to see what's in it. Right?

    Creeping Socialism is gearing up the American people for the 100% take over of everything. From businesses, money, taxes and our daily lives we have become over regulated and warmed up to government intrusion and government doing whatever the hell it wants. Most disturbing are what Mussolini called the "useful idiots" who are perfectly fine with all of this and helping to make it all happen.


.... And That Is The Diatribe....
   
           

Apples From Eloise

    

    The camera was still in her pocket. There would be no pictures today after all.

    Everything looked too desolate and lonely, too incredibly empty. Mom would rather remember it the way it was.

 
    It was late autumn and there were still apples on the trees. Ghosts of their former selves. She picked one and tasted it, but it didn’t taste the same. The trees had not been cared for in years.
She closed her eyes. What lovely orchards they once were with the Canadian workers laughing and joking with one another in their familiar Quebec patois'.
      Aunt Eloise would have been busy in the barn with the cider press and the heavenly smell of crushed apples. Eyes still closed, mom could see the trees in spring, garlanded with blossoms and stretching down the valley as far as the eye could see. Scents of May would come to her even on this cold November day. That which was in the mind’s eye was far better than the reality that was before her now. How ironic it seemed now with the trees uprooted and the names of streets like Blossom Hill Road and Cider Press Lane.
      There was no doubt it was prime land. Hopefully people would be as happy there as my mother was in her day. The homes would have a lovely view of the valley but would never see it as Aunt Eloise had. She would be the first to say, ”Share the wealth”. The farm and fields had always been open to picnickers and hikers as well as the “pick your own” section. The prime crop, though, was what was shipped and ‘Apples from Eloise’ was known everywhere.
      I never knew Aunt Eloise. I do not remember her face. But mother told me she was not a handsome woman. She was my grandmother’s younger sister and dressed plainly as a busy woman would in those days. Neat as a pin with her auburn hair gathered in a severe bun. There was a charm that one could only see late at night from the glow of a soft lamp as she let the bun fall to her waist. Her inner beauty came from her smile, the sparkle from her eyes, her voice and laugh that would chase all demons away.
      Mom was ten years old when she came to live at Burneley Farm in Massachusetts, not far from Worcester. It was thirteen years after World War I. Grandma and Grandpa had been killed in a train accident and it was to Aunt Eloise’ arms that my mother arrived.
      If it weren’t for the summers spent there it might have been hard for this sad girl. Memories of her grandparents and her own parents and the love they shared at the farm helped her adjust.
     Then, there was Aunt Maude
     .Into everyone’s life rain must fall and Aunt Maude fell into hers. Eloise practiced restraint and patience with Maude. Whenever my mother was exasperated with Maude Aunt Eloise would say that such people should be pitied because they were unhappy, but it was beyond the comprehension of a little girl.
     Now Maude was a handsome woman. She wore the latest fashions and drove the newest of Model-T's. Her critisizing started the minute her shoes hit the threshold; well heeled shoes they were. She prided herself in her home, her social position at the Ladie's Auxilliary and her two children always "away" at school. My mother never liked her cousins. That was all she would ever say about them.
       Of course, Maude gladly accepted her share of the profits and always showed up after the harvest. Within a day Maude was pulling the register handle and accounting every penny. Eloise would sigh at tax time; Maude was never to be found then.

       "You never think of your future, do you Eloise? Always the apples!"

                                        Aunt Eloise always stood firm and would just let Maude go on. But, to my mother, the thought of nothing but apples was illogical. After all, where would Maude's share come from?

               "You never go to town; a man will never settle out here. Just look at you! Dressed like a farm hand!"

       My mother would look up and see Aunt Eloise shadowed by the fireplace glow. Hair let down but still tied. A strong woman from outdoor work. Besides there were always men at the farm.
        Mother would conjure up the image of Maude's husband, Warren, who died from alcoholism and if that was what "going into town" resulted in then Eloise was better off on the farm. Years later she learned that Maude was as unloved as a wife could be and that Warren kept a mistress in another town. That was why she was to be pitied.
       Aunt Maude would always say that my mother was a good girl.

     "I'll give you that, Joanie, you are a good and obedient girl." She would say in a tone as if there was nothing else, she could be. The day soon came though when Maude tried to persuade Eloise to send my mother to school. The thought left her numb with terror.

    "You must do something about the girl!" She demanded.
Eloise realized that one uprooting was enough and at the farm my mother would stay.

    "When you are ready for college you can leave. "She told her. "Always know you have a home here at the farm." Those words comforted my mother and nothing more was said of that.

           The farm was the example of happiness. Every spring the workers returned and with them came Mr. Shipley. My mother would talk about how she remembered the first time he appeared at the door. He was a hobo, not a bum. He would laughingly say he was  "An entrepreneur of the road." There were many like him during the depression and as long as there was work on the farm to be done there was always a hot meal for all who came.
        Mr..Shipley was different than the other workers. He could speak French and Eloise needed an overseer. In addition he knew apples, wich was no small thing in those days; pruning, spraying, grafting, orders, etc,etc. Besides he was a mechanic during the war and could fix all the equipment.
       Like Aunt Eloise, he also was not a handsome man but rather chiseled and rugged from life and what it handed him. Tall,sunburnt and broad shouldered. His crinkled brow and knarled hands were an obvious feature but it was his humor that would make Eloise come to life. There was a gentleness about him that one would miss from his stature.
      Evenings were spent on the screened porch with Mr.Shipley and his guitar. The duets that he and Eloise would sing were a balm to my mother's soul. My grandparents would play piano and sing and it was comforting to her. The farm hands would gather on the lawn and light their pipes. The hired girl, Hannah,would meet her beau.
       More often than not the men would borrow a truck and go into town, but they all knew although Aunt Eloise didn't object to bootleg beer, where it could be found, she would not tolerate drunkenness. They had come from a "wet" country to a "dry" one after all and their steady return each year should be rewarded.
        Of course, Aunt Maude drove up during one of their splendid evenings. Like cold water on a campfire the warmth of their festivities evaporated.

          They were drinking lemonade and eating Hannah's delicious ginger cookies and Maude's eyes were full of eager curiousity as to who this Mr.Shipley was. He had excused himself and retired to his loft in the barn.
       "A hired hand, a common hired hand!" Aunt Maude was stiff with her shocked sense of propriety. Hannah was also insulted. "And entertaining him for all to see!"
      "No Maude, he was entertaining us." Eloise smiled.
      "Do you have no shame? What will people think?"
Eloise was angry now. Something that was seldom seen.
      "People will say nothing unless you spread your gossip all over town. He is not a suitor. He is a good man, a hard working man whose talents I need and I will not hear anymore of it."
Maude was not to be silenced.
      "He is out to worm his way in here! I've seen his type before, he knows a good thing when he sees it. You be carefull or you'll lose everything! What did the agency tell you about him?"
Eloise hesitated far to long.
       "You hired him off the road didn't you?" This was fuel to Maude's fire but Eloise had had enough.
       "Now you listen to me Maude! I have looked after this farm my whole life and I am guite able to decide who is worthy to work here. Besides, its not like you have lost anything from my decisions!"
      "Not until now, I haven't! We'll see about this. Think about that child, you are not setting a good example for her!"As if Aunt Maude had ever given a thought to my mother other than sending her away to school; this was quite amusing.
         Now, to give Maude her due; she never spoke of this to anyone.  Apples from Eloise was a cornerstone of the town, and everyone knew the love and compassion that grew there just as the apples did. If anyone was to be judged, it was Maude for her being judgmental herself. In a contest where public opinion was concerned, Aunt Eloise won hands down.
        However, some of the magic was gone. Mr. Shipley no longer came to the porch in the evenings. Eloise was quiet and sad. My mother missed the warmth that eminated from the two; whether it was close friendship or a blossoming romance it was beyond her at that age. Whatever Mr. Shipley and Eloise shared she was part of it as if she was the child they would never have. If it was play acting between them she would let the stage be set.
      Then, one day, Eloise took the bull by the horns. Mother was in the shed folding corrugated boxes for shipping. Looking out the streaked window she saw her aunt walk towards the barn where Mr. Shipley was repairing the tractor. Mother stood at the door and could see Eloise walk with steadfastness, her face flushed yet determined.

       "Mr. Shipley? I request the honor of your presence on the porch this evening. We have--missed you.A-a-and your music."
      "Do you think it is wise, Eloise?" He replied. Mother was stunned at his use of her name. Eloise straightened herself.
      "Is it wise to deny oneself friendship at the spite of an unhappy woman? Where is it written that the Maudes of our world shall govern our actions?"
       Mr.Shipley laughed softly and looked downward. Removing his hat and wiping his brow he answered.
      "Why Miss. Eloise Burneley I would be delighted to accept your gracious invitation and shall attend this evening's soiree."

        Aunt Eloise nodded and excused herself with proper decorum. My mother had listened in without shame. Her cup was running over and her knight in shining armor was to return.
As it was, the gods were good. Maude was going on a trip to Europe for several weeks. Still, she had to show up one more time to prophesy doom and ruin.
      "I could never make you see the light, Ellie!" She started."You wouldn't sell the farm when Papa died. We both could have moved into town and set up a proper business fit for a woman. But no! You had to stay here with the damned apples with no other interests. Now you have fallen prey to the first man who looks at you!"
       Eloise was forbearing this time. "In the first place he has not 'looked' at me." A slight womanly smile appeared on her face. "Besides,if he does,I shall look back."
       "Well, God knows I have tried my best to steer you straight and do my duty as the older sister. But you choose not to listen!"

         From what I have been told, Maude truly believed this. That her duty was to be the suffering wife, mother and sister and to clutch this to her bosom with relish. Had she been born at a later, modern time she would have divorced Warren and sent him penniless to his paramour. Her energy was boundless, but only for mischief and meddling.
        Eloise and my mother often regarded Warren's girlfriend like a poor unfortunate caught up in the middle of a trap. Neither she, Warren, or Maude could ever spring from their situation no matter how hard they tried. Mother had told me she saw her only once many years later. She was a dim figure behind a tree at Warren's burial. Her face was lined with tears.
        Maude was stiff as a ramrod, no emotion whatsoever, only bitterness on her face. I was told that; not to grieve was worse than actual grieving. To be sorrowfull meant that you had once been happy and it is that loss wich you mourn. It was apparent to my mother that Warren's little lady had the larger share of the loaf.
       But, for now, the summer was at its zenith. Maude was blessedly off to Europe. There was plenty of hard work to do and well-earned pleasures. Picnics were spent at the river on the lower end of the valley. Mother, Hannah, her love and the workers all swam there on the hottest days. Mr. Shipley had built a dock and set up a rope swing. The canoes that were my Great Grandfather's had been unearthed from the barn. The workers sanded and painted them.

    The water was clear and sparkling then, the vegetation full and rich. No one canoes there anymore. Strange colors appear in the water now and is full of mud and sedge grass. Instead of the bubbling river that once was there is a sluggishness as it winds away to its destination.
    No one could have foreseen this during those lovely days. 

    The fall came and with it the last shipment of apples. Mr. Shipley packed his rucksack. Eloise remained quiet and did not ask if he was to return.
     Aunt Maude returned from Europe and gloated.

             "Well, I could have told you this would happen and now you have made a fool of yourself. Now, there is someone I want you to meet."
             That 'someone' was Floyd Ackerman. He wasn't a bad sort but Eloise never hesitated for a moment and quickly refused his proposal. The only good thing that came of that was Maude washing her hands of Eloise, and us, for good.
             Refusing Mr.Ackerman's proposal was considered foolhardy by many in town. Afterall Eloise was thirty-three and at that time was considered a spinster. As her sister was quick to remind her she was plain and could not hope for better.
          
            Christmas came and with it the roses from family down south. Those roses filled the house and sustained Eloise all winter long. All of them had quietly hoped that the spring would bring the happiness they remembered.
            When the first crocuses appeared in the snow Eloise cleared it away so they could catch the sun. Her eyes drifted to the orchard to see if any buds had formed and the promised blossoms to come. The workers returned, but not Mr. Shipley. Eloise faltered and lost her hopefull look yet roused herself to the task at hand of getting the farm ready.

               My mother was the first to see him. That familiar figure on the road greeting the workers as he passed by the trees. She shouted towards the house to Eloise who rushed to the door. Her face lit up and she shamelessly raced down the path. All the workers stopped at their tasks.

                 Eloise stopped just short of him. Mr. Shipley freed himself from his burden and opened his arms to her. She was soon folded into them and everyone looked on entranced at what they saw.

               "I have been such a fool."He said."Leaving with no word. Please tell me you are still mine. God, I could have lost you."

                 Not a chance, thought my mother, not a chance.


Epilogue

             It was a simple story of a simple life. In this farewell my mother now turned and walked the crest of the hill to look down the valley. She could still see the remains of Mr.Freedman's peach farm that abutted the orchard. What lovely peaches they were and the jam he made. Nothing since could match it.
             But the orchards were now gone. The house was gone. A new Interstate glistened in the distance and the drone of trucks and cars filled the valley. A computer plant occupied the property of Mr.Freedman's orchard. It wasn't a completely unlovely sight. Well landscaped and modern bearing nothing of Blake's 'dark satanic mills'. Somehow, though,it all seemed wrong and there was nothing my mother could do about it.
             The orchard had not been worked for years and would have taken thousands of dollars to rebuild. The land was now leased to a farmer who grazed his cows there. He too was to sell the following year. But Eloise had left her share of the orchard to my mother and, strangely enough, so did Maude.
            "I am leaving my share to you Joanie." Maude said from her bed."You are the only one who comes to visit me now."
            Later I was told that mother felt guilty about this because it was not love that made her visit Maude in the nursing home. When Eloise died she told my mother to be kind to Maude. Both sisters had asked for their beds to be moved to the window that looked out at the May blossoms.
          "What a nice memory to take with me." Eloise spoke."I shall tell Bill." She put down her tea, leaned into my mother and quietly stopped breathing, cradled in my mother's arms.

         The November wind was blowing now, and my mother was reminded that she too was no longer young. The cold in her heart was worse though. Eloise would not approve of her pessimism. She would have said to remember how lucky they were. That they had each other, the farm and those wonderful memories. She would have said this despite all the ups and downs with running a farm what with the apples, labor shortages, the war and finally losing her beloved Bill.
   
       The money gained from the sale of the farm would be in trust. We were always reminded of the love that grew there alongside the apples and that was the legacy left behind.
       My mother climbed into the car, thankful of its modern heat. As she turned toward the empty lot that was once the house, she saw them all. Eloise, Bill, Hannah, her beau and all the workers standing and waving from the porch as they did that day when she went off to college. If there was a time where one could get off at any point and remain for eternity she knew where she would get off.
     It was there amongst the May blossoms, on the hill. 

    Selling Apples from Eloise.

How To Intentionally Self Destruct In One Easy Lesson

     The propensity for the human species to screw things up for themselves just at the moment when you would least want to do such a thing is standard method of operation here on ole' Mother Earth. What usually follows is a laundry list of stupid excuses given for such an action and the fools who accept said excuses. Political parties have this down like clockwork.

     While covering this election season for my show I was struck by the amount of party infighting and back stabbing that took place in every campaign and candidate I interviewed. We expect this from Democrats. What disturbed me was that Republicans had begun eating their own.

     The potential for losing this year was ever present. Not for lack of funds, ideas, or the glaring failures of Obamunism. No, the potential for losing was because the party was fracturing and fracturing from the inside not from the slings and arrows of Democrats. It was systemic and could be found at the lowest levels right down to town committees and assemblies. I attended these meetings. People you would think are there for the cause of Liberty and the platform of Republicanism were not. They were there for their own power grab and were soon revealed to be pushing and shoving their way to those key positions.

     The Democrats were loving every minute of this. I watched the Republican Party tear Mark Fisher apart. I watched as the candidates (Falchuk, Lively, McCormick) were summarily shut out from debates, conventions and denied their rightful place on some town ballots. The old adage of third party candidates taking votes away from the major party wasn't even on the radar screen. Republicans were doing just fine shooting themselves in the foot and screwing it up all by themselves. Charlie Baker's win was nothing short of a bloody miracle.

     Here is Massachusetts our own Republican Assembly is going through a tumultuous time. I am not at liberty at this moment to reveal what I know but rest assured M&P is going to begin an investigation and talk to the key players involved and get to the bottom of it. On January 10th there will be a convention of sorts and Gubernatorial candidate Mark Fisher will be running for the leadership of the Mass. Assembly as my good friend Dave Kopazc is stepping down. I wish Mark all the best. We will also be starting a series of short interviews with Mark on The Meat And Potatoes Show as he moves through this campaign.

     Unfortunately, there are forces at play who want to undo the hard work of Dave Kopazc and castrate the Mass. Republican Assembly. Again, not from opposing political parties but from within the Assembly itself. The gun is loaded, hammer cocked back and is pointing straight at the feet. Should these forces prevail it will spell the end of the Mass. Republican Assembly as we know it and cripple any chances of Republican wins in Massachusetts for years to come.

     We must ask ourselves certain questions when we see obvious power grabs like this. Who are these people? They cannot be individuals who crave freedom and who want to see the grassroots movement grow. Are they plants brought in from opposing political parties? Surely something is just not right here. I liken it to the hype surrounding Hillary Clinton. Who are these people? Everyone knows the history of Hillary from her lying during Watergate, Vince Foster, Rose Law Firm and Benghazi yet people are flocking to her campaign! The same types of people are jockey-ing for power in our own Assembly. They are exposed for who and what they are yet people are lining up to back their bids for the leadership... Astounding, simply astounding!

     And what is sad is that all these things do is expose the self centered malfeasance of these people. It also puts Republicans under the microscope of the media. Liberal dominated Massachusetts media was having a banner year this election season. All you heard across the state from Provincetown to Pittsfield were the echoes of gunfire as the Republican party blew off foot after foot after foot. The lies were thick as thieves. Now, even a prudent person can smell a lie a mile away but by the time it is revealed as a lie and countered the damage has been done to the victim. I will write about one particular lie as this expose' enfolds that is just reprehensible.

     We also have a propensity for blaming the whistleblower. I am sure I will be the target of those I will expose and write about. As if the corruption and scandal isn't enough? We toss the messenger under the bus. Look, dill-hole, you were the one who started this scandal. Don't go blaming me because you couldn't control it or spin it.

     As I go along broadcasting and writing this expose' I won't have to look far for the next installment. I will just wait for the metaphorical sound of a gunshot in the distance, follow the blood trail and the story will practically write itself. At worst they will try to kill the messenger. At best they just won't invite me anymore to their swanky political get togethers where the elite meet.

     But, hey, it could be worse. I could be one of those political elite at one of those swanky get togethers. You know, the one on the crutches..

.... And That Is The Diatribe....

Better We Should Be Indians

    

    My mother’s obstetrician was not a bad fellow actually, like every other male in that business he thought he understood women and had the theories to go along with it. Like women need men’s theories anyway.

     Back in that time, he had a theory about women, tension and childbirth. Something about a woman’s inability to just blithely give birth. He would carry on about how Native American women gave birth back in the day.
     "We have all seen the depiction." He would chatter on with his hands in her privates, of the Indian maiden just squatting and letting the infant come forth. Either behind a bush or in the company of other women amongst the tribe. Whatever the situation warranted.
     Spring planting, village moving to better hunting or just on the trail; it made no difference to them. The perception was that they did it without a whimper or a care about anything else. No lamazz classes. No Demoral or Epidural to dull the contractions.
     The theory is that it all had to do with a good diet of meat, fresh veggies, hard work and that old indomitable spirit that all Native Americans possess. 

     The most important factor, of course, was no tension.

     Well that all sounds nice and plausible, however, young Running Fawn never had to worry about the outdoors. 

     Why? She lived in it. One flip of the teepee flap and there she was. She was part of it. There was nothing contingent upon her getting out of the house like waiting for the cable guy or the plumber or the wash to finish. Her kitchen and laundry were outside anyway and with all that fresh O2 to take in she was energized for the day’s chores.
     The work out was constant. No need to worry about cellulite, your gym fees, counting carbs. Does this shade of Elk skin make my ass look fat?

     Fetching water, skinning, firewood, setting up the camp, breaking down the camp. Her pelvic muscles must have been like steel! True she had her problem days, but no Arapaho mother ever had to dig cereal out of the Playstation!

 
     But I do wonder if Native American women ever wondered how motherhood crept up on them. You moms know what I mean here. Like you wake up one day and the tribe is up by two?
     If the women of the tribe were so phlegmatic about babies, one reason was because the father was always there and took over the boy's education by the age of seven. No board meetings for him or Parent Teachers Meetings for her (now that’s a tension builder). Junior learned how to hunt and fish and use a bow and arrow (good to know when the Crow blew into town). 

    Imagine Cub Scouts today with that? All those release forms and lawsuits! Can you imagine a Native American child with safety glasses on and an insurance form pinned to his loincloth? Besides, I cannot picture an Indian dad having to twist his kid’s arm to go hunting. You can't get your kid today to put down the X-Box controller long enough to go outside and get the mail!

      Speaking of diet, the average Indian woman had more meat in a day that we can afford all week. Not one bit of it was USDA approved, recalled, tainted with some God-awful thing we all see today. Granted there were lean times but so also for the lodge beside you. The whole tribe suffered with no room for envy or self-pity or therapy.

    There was certainty no 'safe spaces' back in those days.
     If a man today goes off with his buddies to hunt, there is enough tension back home to sink a ship. They usually come back trophyless, hungover and sore. Yet somehow the wife is convinced her husband had a grand old time while leaving her home with the kids.
     Not so in the tribe, the hunt was the whole thing! It meant survival and the excitement and expectations back at camp would reach a fever pitch till the party returned. No stories about the one that got away but rather long and embellished tales of the one turning on the spit. Dad returning from McDonalds with a paper sack, or mom whipping out the Visa as she calls in a Domino's order just doesn’t cut it. 

     Life on the trail was one long traveling barbeque.
                                              

     And the women of the tribe knew they were married to real men. Strong and protective yet bound by tradition, passion and family. Roles may have been defined but the Native American woman was more liberated than today’s female executive. Men were too, not like the indistinct, feminized and politically correct couch potatoes of today.
     The perils of living in the wild were part of the lifestyle also. Ever try to cross a busy city street or negotiate the Sumner Tunnel at 4pm?  It strikes terror in some and OCD in others. We don’t even allow our children out anymore to play. When Running Fawn said, “Go play”, her kids literally had miles to explore, and they knew the lay of the land. No “play dates” or fenced in parks with helmeted kids, padded knees on bikes with training wheels going no faster than you can spit. No lifeguards or “floaties” at the creek (everyone learned how to swim well and early). Lacrosse (a famous Native American past-time) was without pads and took up a whole field. People got injured... A lot! Try a street hockey game today and the cops show up to tell you you're blocking traffic. Then Child Services visits you because Johnny wasn't wearing a helmet and how dare you allow him to play in the street! 

    For kids today it is more about 'rules' and not much 'fun'.
      
     Indian mothers never had to deal with balancing a budget or a late mortgage payment. The supermarket was always open with no “twelve items or less” lines. Her husband would just show up with a side of deer and there it was, dinner! A simple fifteen-minute walk through the woods and Running Fawn would have a basket full of whatever was in season.

    And the children ate what was there in the pot. No separate meals because Little Turtle had a peanut allergy. No Indian child was diabetic, picky or threw a temper tantrum over another night of bison for dinner.

    She may have been (as some “educated” Europeans said) an uncivilized savage but she was a carefree one and wouldn’t know tension if she fell over it.
     When she wasn’t busy having babies or tenderizing meat, she was engaged in activities we now call “hobbies”. Basket weaving, pottery, beadwork, sewing was essential to the Homefront and Running Fawn never once felt marginalized. Trust me, she ran hearth and home. Even the Big Chief couldn't say 'boo' without his wife's permission.
     There were other things that made sense and kept Native American women relaxed. Sex for one thing was as natural and unsterilized as Nature intended. Following the moon’s cycle and/or “alternative sexual practices” kept children to a minimum. No second guessing about yourself or your man and all the phobias and sexual hangups we hold today. No Freud, Kinsey, Dr. Phil or Maury Povich pulling out the DNA results on TV. There were no 'self-help' books or stories of past abuses and "why can I not orgasm?". Sex was sweet, passionate and as one on one as could be.
     Spirituality was foremost to the Native female. Native Americans had and still have more spirituality in their pinkies than all of Christianity. To them everything had a soul, the Earth, the rocks, animals and trees. The Great Spirit put everything here for a reason and it was all to be held in reverence. The precious life inside of her never, ever had to worry about 'Family Planning.' That growing baby WAS the plan.

      I think it is telling that today we only now realize how precious and finite our world is, Native Americans (and all native tribes, worldwide) knew this over a thousand years ago. After all, the land had only been there millions of years before them. 

     Every morning the blessed mother would rise before dawn and walk in prayer to The Great Spirit asking for health and long life to her unborn. I don’t know about you, but nine months of no tension, prayer, exercise and clean living was a good guarantee of a good birth.
     That’s not to say there were never “unfortunate” events, or children born with “problems”. But the Native American had the fortitude, wisdom and, most important, the compassion to make the “ultimate” decision. No pro-choice or pro-life here. The fact was they had no choice.
    An aberrant birth meant a drag on the family, the tribe and survival. But a life worth living was a gift given by The Great Spirit and was wanted and needed and loved unconditionally. Today, whole segments of society and government grapple with this issue of divorce, fatherlessness, unwanted children and abortion. All to the detriment of our society.

     Perhaps their entire attitude towards children should give us food for thought. Children were not supposed to be anything but happy. Spoiled and happy. They had nothing to play with except that which they made themselves. No need for time outs or loss of privileges. Punishment was shame from elders or lack of respect. Until the age of training, they were indulged and pampered and faced the next phases of life armed with self-respect, emotional security and an awareness of what was expected of them and the pride of one’s accomplishments.
    Today a child is nagged, politically corrected, padded, medicated, therapied and stripped of their individuality. Then they spend their adult lives at two hundred dollars an hour telling a therapist why they hate themselves. From the day they are born children are formatted and fitted into a gauntlet of learning or quelled into submissiveness to fit some state sponsored mold. They live in houses too small, on streets too crowded.
      There were other advantages of being a Native American mother. You never had to housebreak a dog, clean the toaster, tell the plumber that the leak is here not there, find shoes on sale for four kids. No Indian mother faced Social Services for a smack her kid definitely needed. Divorce was simple. Dad came home from the scouting party to find his things outside the lodge but both parents knew their respective children were still their respective responsibility. No chasing for child support there or shame in the tribe would befall you.

     But without a doubt no Indian mother from birthing to death ever had to utter the phrase “Don’t slam the (BANG!)..door!”