One thing I did pick up from over the summer was the Reuters article detailing the decades-long DEA practice of “parallel construction.” This is where the DEA illegally uses NSA-sourced data to “accidentally” catch people committing victim-free “crimes” involving narcotics. Then, they lie to judges and defence attorneys about where the information came from. Nice.
Estimating conservatively, that’s likely tens of thousands of instances of perjury by DEA agents who took the stand and flat-out lied about their claimed “investigations.” Plus all the AUSAs who participated in this fraud, denying defendants access to crucial information concerning the persecution they faced. And various ancillary goons, thugs, self-important power fanatics, and other badge-carrying fascists. Felony counts, if you add all this malfeasance up? Tens of thousands, on the low end. How many years of prison have men & women done as a direct result of this illegal program of deceit? Thousands, at least. Families destroyed. Lives ruined.
So how is the prosecution of this sea of felonies coming? Great! If by “great” you mean: zero prosecutions. Zero. And there won’t be any, either. Not one.
See, we live in a police state: the police rule and the rest of us mere unarmed civilians live in constant danger of their authorized use of violence (authorized by themselves, generally, but still). Were I to get on the stand, say, in the chamber of Judge Martinez and lie my fucking balls off – about an essential matter in an extant case, natch – then proceed to get caught red-handed… what do you think would happen? Oh, there’d be felony counts coming off the AUSA’s printers as fast as they could spent taxpayer money typing them up (and running them through “ham sandwich” kangaroo Grand Juries for the rubber-stamp approval). Indeed, I spent years in prison on the basis of “spiritual” transgressions of laws that don’t actually exist.
But if you’re a DEA agent – or AUSA – who lies her ass off to the judge, repeatedly, for years… destroying the lives of defendants in the process (some perhaps guilty, some surely innocent), what’s the punishment? If you guessed “absolutely nothing,” you’re 100% correct! Nothing. Not even an admonition. Indeed, the DEA doesn’t claim to have stopped this practice – and we can be sure other Fed thug conspiracies, err “law enforcement agencies” are doing exactly the same thing. They just haven’t been Snowden’d. Yet.
This strikes pretty close to home, for me. Thanks to an insider who is helping the legal team preparing civil RICO claims against a host of thugs who illegally conspired to deprive me of my civil rights in 2010, I have access to some “special” information myself. Turns out not only was my case in 2005 “parallel constructed” out of illegally-obtained spy intel (generated by a weaponized branch of the military: the NSA), it looks like some folks dipped into the same stream as they tried to “get Spink” during the winter of 2009/2010. If you’re thinking, “gee… that sounds like USPO he’s talking about” – well, I neither confirm nor deny. For now.
The ironic thing, of course, is that siccing the NSA on my ass is close to a waste of time. I’m one of those people who has concluded years ago that the NSA has gone rogue and is spying on anyone and everyone they can physically target. I don’t follow perfect OpSec – since I’m not, you know, actually committing any crimes and haven’t done so for nearly a decade… which should matter in such things. But now I know it doesn’t really matter, because the USPO… err, I meant “someone,” was accessing military-sourced illegal surveillance systems in an attempt to “get me” because of my political views and stated anti-bigotry position. That said, I do take steps to stay clean of routine (illegal, unconstitutional) NSA surveillance. It’s just a habit. At the least, they’ll have to work to snoop on my life – send the TAO after me, perhaps I’ll learn something from them along the way.
Same was true back in 2004/2005.
So the comms intercepts illegally used by the DEA – and then covered-up during my attempt to defend myself – weren’t of me. Who were they of? We’ll see if that comes clean in FOIA requests (or, more likely, in RICO discovery) – or if the thugs commit further fraud and try to cover up the cover-up by not producing dispositive FOIA materials. At which point, we’ll go after them for that fraud, too. But in any case, it sure explains the heated efforts by every police-state goon involved to falsely paint me as a snitch. Let’s take some quotes from the Reuters article, shall we. How about this…
“About 10,000 federal, state and local law enforcement agents have access to the DICE database, records show. They can query it to try to link otherwise disparate clues. “
So that’s how many badge-carrying thugs can access this “secret” database of “secret” information hoovered up by the military arm of the U.S. government – in direct contravention of the Constitution and countless criminal statutes passed by Congress and signed into law by one president or another. Note the boldface I inserted of the word “local” – that means you, Whatcom county goons. Yep.
“As a practical matter, law enforcement agents said they usually don’t worry that SOD’s involvement will be exposed in court. That’s because most drug-trafficking defendants plead guilty before trial and therefore never request to see the evidence against them. If cases did go to trial, current and former agents said, charges were sometimes dropped to avoid the risk of exposing SOD involvement.”
…you know, that’s funny, ’cause I demanded to see discovery in my case back in 2005 – and was then offered my 3 year plea deal by Friedman and Susie Roe. With no real explanation for it. But I never did see that discovery. Then, of course, they turned around and falsely branded me a snitch – which, apparently, was/is standard practice in the “parallel construction” fraud. To wit:
“One current federal prosecutor learned how agents were using SOD tips after a drug agent misled him, the prosecutor told Reuters. In a Florida drug case he was handling, the prosecutor said, a DEA agent told him the investigation of a U.S. citizen began with a tip from an informant. When the prosecutor pressed for more information, he said, a DEA supervisor intervened and revealed that the tip had actually come through the SOD and from an NSA intercept.”
So if they can’t explain where their “magic” intel came from, they just blame some random (nonexistent) “informant.” How convenient. That’s funny, ’cause I never did get a straight answer about how the investigation of my smuggling organization – that’s the one in which nobody but me was ever arrested, charged, convicted, or imprisoned… just to be clear – got started and progressed. There’s a bunch of shit that lazy “journalists” printed after being spoon-fed it by various Fed thugs – but they can’t even keep their own stories straight: each one contradicts the other.
But hey, lying is ok – so long as your a Fed. Or some corrupt thug in Whatcom county, of course. Or an AUSA suborning perjury from a witness in federal court. Oh, well…
Anyway, in 2005 they had a dirty little secret about their case against me: it was built on some form of illegal NSA intel. When I pressed for discovery – when I told them “I want my lawyer” as I sat in the rain in Monroe, WA on the night of 29 February and refused consent to search my truck – I created a real problem for them. Fight me, and I might uncover the dirty source of the info they were using (perhaps tracking Cornett or Kesling via NSA data – thus eventually hitting me since I did deliveries to both?).
Plus the fucked-up arrest procedures- nobody thought to have a drug dog with them and thus I was illegally detained for nearly an hour, in handcuffs, prior to my arrest, as it was assumed I’d simply “roll” and not demand they follow the law in their attempt to trick me into admitting guilt – added a real risk this would go to the Ninth Circuit for real review. So the fix? Offer me a “sweetheart” deal (given that, inexplicably until now, Judge Martinez insists on repeating said phrase, at every opportunity – does he know the illegal backstory on my case, in his courtroom?) and I won’t dig deeper.
Well, I sure as fuck am digging deeper, now.
Once it looked like I might start ferreting out what really happened, the disinformation guns came out: brand me a snitch. Get your pathetic little pet stoolies to print shit about me in local newspapers. Tar me so badly, nobody will listen. Operation Cover Fed Asses, eh? And thanks to the complicity, or incompetence, or laziness of local “journalists” (or a combination of all three), it worked great. Well, that and sending me back to prison for years on bullshit, trumped-up “spiritual transgressions.”
But now we’ve got an insider, and that insider has already proved to be very helpful. All my suspicions, that I couldn’t yet prove. Yep. There you go – in black and white. That’s the smell of vindication, that.
So what about 2010? Did the USP… err, “someone,” use illegally-sourced military intel in their frantic, expensive, violent effort to “get Spink?” Ah, yes, that’s an interesting question. Let’s just say that the discovery we received back then – because I did insist on a full (kangaroo court, ’cause it is only “supervised release” and not a real) trial. Which means we were legally entitled to all evidence of a potentially exculpatory nature. Like, you know, the fact that they Feds were tuning into NSA datasets to try to catch me doing something wrong (irony alert: they failed, and found nothing whatsoever).
Is this what General Alexander’s $50 billion (billion – with a “b”) spending spree of secret spy systems was intended to support? Local persecutions of unpopular minority activists, for non-crimes and for the “crime” of helping protect people against those very same illegal NSA spying programs? No, this is a police state: the military run amok, cut loose of any actual legal constraints. And, as I’ve said before, once they’re using it against “people like me” who commit no crimes and harm nobody, don’t be a crybaby when they turn Sauron’s eye on you. Except, I’m prepared for it (mostly).
Nowhere in the Constitution of this country does it say that cops and other violence-happy, officially-sanctioned thugs are exempt from the laws that cover the rest of us mere mortals. Nowhere. Indeed, the idea of law being applied equally – even the President is not exempt – is a bedrock platform of the United States of America. Or it was, anyway.
Now it’s a fucking joke.
I’ve got so many instances of confirmed, undeniable, flagrant perjury at this point – DEA, AUSA, USPO, Whatcom county sheriffs and prosecutors, Laura Clark… the list goes on and on. None will ever be charged for their crimes. Of course not. This is the United Police States of America: they are above the law.
I told you so.
Now I know. Now I know what happened in 2005. Now I also know (most of) what happened in 2010 – that witchunt in which several of my canine friends were murdered by Laura Clark, and the rest mutilated for life. This was the police state lashing out against someone who is publicly sworn as an enemy of the illegal spread of police-state tactics and technology, secretly, without citizen oversight. So they came after me, with guns drawn. And beat me the fuck down. To silence me.
How’d that go, you cowardly fucks? I’m not so silent, am I?
They may well send another SWAT team after me and try to fake up some excuse to send me to prison again. So be it. At this point, it’s become parody. Also, I have far, far more tools at my disposal to protect against their efforts to frame me. I’m no babe in the woods in that regard, any more. What tools? Ah, well, like the NSA I prefer not to discuss my operational techniques. But look up “sousveillance,” and that’s a start. Who watches the watchmen? I do, now – and I make sure that watching is encrypted, archived, and stored offshore in multiple redundant copies. Try deleting that, you corrupt scum.
The police state, it wants you to be cowed. It demands your obeisance, your submission. It needs that, because even with all its tools and spying, if enough folks simply stop cooperating with it, the whole thing falls apart under its own weight. I’m not “fighting” the police state, the USPO, or anything else. I’m just not playing their game any more. I follow their rules – “spiritual transgressions” aside – but I live my own life. And I speak my perspective on the truth – at least when I’m not being gagged illegally.
It’s that speaking out part they hate, eh? Because, who knows, someone might hear me and start thinking for themselves… even after all the smears the bootlickers at the Seattle Times and Huffington Post could throw my way. Back in 2010, Susie Roe complained bitterly in open court about my “unusual resilience” after I survived my smuggling case (without sending anyone to prison but myself, and remaining on good terms with my former colleagues in “the business” along the way). How dare I! How dare I think I could rebuild my life, and worse than that start talking about anti-surveillance technology.
So there you go.
I know the reality. I’ve lived it. I’ve got the scars – well-earned – to show for it. Some of my loved ones died during the process, an unforgiveable crime for which those responsible will never, ever be free of debt. And, day by day, I have more people around me who have seen the forest behind the trees and get it – they get this isn’t about “animals,” nor even about me. It’s about unchecked governmental power, about organized violence, about the smooth rollout of Amerika 2.0: Police State version. I’m no hero – and I’m certainly not a deep digger like the inestimable Barrett Brown – but I do my part, as best I can.
And apparently that part I’m doing is getting some traction, ’cause the police state sure as fuck wants to see me dead. I consider that quite a compliment – just as I consider “hate” directed at me by fraudsters, scammers, bigots, and cowards to be a badge of honour. Besides, what goes around comes around. See also: RICO.
I bide my time out in the coastal forests, smelling the Pacific air. I mediate on all my friends still locked up in Federal prisons – I may join them in the future, I may not. What I do know is that I’ll never bend knee to the police state, never submit dumbly, never acquiesce to their theatre of fear. I don’t fight it – I just think it’s fucking pathetic. And they know it. And they fear that. As they should.
Because when we all realize their Empire of Fear is just an excuse to fleece us, and the planet, and every other living being, to support the greed of the 0.1%… it all falls apart. Peacefully, quietly, not even a whimper. Let them keep their spy machines and multi-billion-dollar monstrosities. We walk away, and go back to doing real things: making friends, building community, sharing knowledge, learning the land, and of course hearing the wisdom and love offered by the other sentient species who share our planet with us. That’s enough to keep busy, day by day – who has time for military monsters in their kiddie-costumes with the shiny pretty badges and silly shoulder pads? Fuck them.
You can’t run an empire if everyone simply… walks away. And you need not walk someplace physical, as in Daniel Quinn’s examples of such events throughout human history. You can walk away cognitively, functionally, on a daily basis. Step out of the cage of fear. Live. Share. Be kind. Show compassion. Make the world better, a little bit at a time.
They hate that, don’t they?
Let them hate. I don’t have time to care, one way or another. I’ve got waves to surf, friends to see, nails to pound. A Forks in the road, as it were…
They think I’ll go out and build things that help protect people from their illegal, immoral, disgusting obsession with Bentham’s Panopticon. They’re right. I’m taking this time to go back and refresh on the fundamentals of crypto, from the ground up. Sit. Read. Meditate. Study. Think. Then, when the Fed thugs lose their boot-on-neck stance with me, I’ll do what I’ve done for years: make good things, to help folks lead happier, more diverse lives. And also that nonhuman reciprocity stuff – living on the planet as one of many species, not with some self-defined, solipsistic sense of Doghood. Fuck that, too.
Parallel Construction. Funny how those two words can say so much. For me, it’s the lightbulb in a dim room: now I can see all the colours – and what a tapestry of deceit and disgrace it is. I thought they were corrupt, and amoral, and power-mad… now I know. And I can prove it.
Lots of you don’t care. Some do. More, every day – because you can feel the hot stare of Sauron coming your way. Those of us who have lived under it for years, we know how it feels. Welcome to our Hell. Sorry to see you here, but it’s not so bad. You can shrug off Sauron, if you know how…
I know how.