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Published in: on March 11, 2012 at 12:29 pm  Comments (1)  

The Sleeping Giant Snores

And There’s Another Shot Across The Bow

Apparently it takes a whole lot to awaken the sleeping giant. Noises, disturbances in the night haven’t jostled the giant enough to shake off the slumber.

Recall, I reposted the last words of Joseph Stack in February 2010 after he shocked the…. not really anybody… by flying his plane into an IRS office in Texas. He was a desperate man in desperate straits after losing a personal battle with the Government machine that no American can ever win if they tried. He tried, he got crushed like a bug, and he made his final statement in a moment of personal glory.

The machine, if it could, would sweep the incident under the rug and quietly move on as if nothing happened. That’s how the Soviets did it. The machine here isn’t so fortunate though. Word gets out. Pictures and videos slip through the net. So, the machine has a process in place to deal with it. There’s always a process for every contingent.

This process you will be familiar with by now. Acknowledge the incident, downplay the incident, assign kook status to the “perpetrator”, then let the sleeping giant forget about it and resume it’s slumber.

Ask any of Joseph Stack’s friends, I don’t think any would tell you that he was insane, a crackpot, disturbed.

Can you recall from memory why Joe Stack met his own death by flying a plane into a government building? Do you recall an uproar in his defense?

Joseph A Stack, software engineer who fell out with taxman, flies aircraft into IRS

Last week, another man was pushed to his limits, crushed by The Machine, and he too took the only way out available to him. Like Stack, he did it in a way that he hoped would wake you up, Sleeping Giant, to make you realize the sedation being pumped into you in order to keep you docile, to finally discover the shackles and bonds that were slipped onto you by The Machine, while you had slumbered.

On Wednesday, June 15, 2011 Thomas J. Ball walked up the front steps of Cheshire County Courthouse, in Keene, New Hampshire, poured fuel over himself, and lit a match. If you were paying attention, you might have seen a bare recognition of this incident on the text scroll that wizzes along the bottom of your preferred 24-hour “News” channel. But I doubt you heard much more than that. That’s how The Machine likes it. Move along now, there’s nothing more to see here.

If the media dug much deeper, the news might say something like… Man who set himself on fire had a history with courts. Well, that settles it then, must just be some kook wackjob who was a no-good criminal, right? That’s what The Machine wants you to infer, so you’ll dismiss it… and move along.

Another report redefines Tom Ball’s ultimate protest as a suicide, citing Mental Health officials (who are part of the problem, as Ball sees it) who had never even met him. Brush it off, he was ill. 85 veterans commit suicide a day. It’s a real problem we need to address it. Dismiss this incident… and move along.

Ball fought the Legal system for a decade over a family court matter, getting stomped down every direction he turned. He saw it as the dominance of “Policy” over “Law” and had no justice. You know, the kind of quaint High School Civics class concept of right over wrong.

But Ball wasn’t on the battlefield he thought he was. He wasn’t fighting against injustice, he was fighting The Machine.

Now here’s a fellow writing by the name of Simon Black, who’s not part of The Machine. Don’t worry, The Machine is aware of him now and will find a way to crush him too. Mouthy independant free-thinking troublemaker that he is… New Hampshire man lights himself on fire to protest America’s decline

This is how the system’s gatekeepers have been so adroit at maintaining the status quo– by suppressing dissent, marginalizing the detractors, and distracting the populace with meaningless, irrelevant drivel.

If Joe Stack were around, he could have told Tom Ball that you can’t win against The Machine, and your sacrifice will be in vain. The sleeping giant snores.

Now, for the second time in two years, I’m going to tell you, WAKE UP!

These men were driven against the wall and went down in flames. How many more quietly popped one off and never made so much as a dent in the social consciousness?

Stripped of Liberty, Dignity, and Justice, these are the actions that sane men have left to take. Always a last resort, always after all avenues have been tried and Justice was denied where a policy and a beauracracy have usurped Law, denied Justice, and humiliated Dignity. I promise you, the longer the sleeping giant sleeps and The Machine crushes human Liberty, Dignity, and Justice, the more you will see of these last, honorable, desperate measures by people as sane as you and me. People like your neighbors, your family members, your mates.


As I did with Mr. Stack’s case, I republish for you the full text of Mr. Ball’s final statement. It is long, and it is invaluable:


Last Statement
by Tom Ball

A man walks up to the main door of the Keene N.H. County Courthouse, douses himself with gasoline and lights a match. And everyone wants to know why.

Apparently the old general was right. Death is not the worst of evil.

I am due in court the end of the month. The ex-wife lawyer wants me jailed for back child support. The amount ranges from $2,200. to $3,000. depending on who you ask. Not big money after being separated over ten years and unemployed for the last two. But I do owe it. If I show up for court without the money and the lawyer say jail, then the judge will have the bailiff take me into custody. There really are no surprises on how the system works once you know how it actually works. And it does not work anything like they taught you in high school history or civics class.

I could have made a phone call or two and borrowed the money. But I am done being bullied for being a man. I cannot believe these people in Washington are so stupid to think they can govern Americans with an iron fist. Twenty-five years ago, the federal government declared war on men. It is time now to see how committed they are to their cause. It is time, boys, to give them a taste of war.

There are two kinds of bureaucrats you need to know; the ones that say and the ones that do. The bridge between them is something I call The Second Set of Books. I have some figures of the success of their labors. You and I are in these numbers, as well as our spouses and children. But first let me tell you how I ended up in this rabbit hole.

My story starts with the infamous slapping incident of April 2001. While putting my four year old daughter to bed, she began licking my hand. After giving her three verbal warnings I slapped her. She got a cut lip. My wife asked me to leave to calm things down.

When I returned hours later, my wife said the police were by and said I could not stay there that night. The next day the police came by my work and arrested me, booked me, and then returned me to work. Later on Peter, the parts manager, asked me if I and the old lady would be able to work this out. I told him no. I could not figure out why she had called the police. And bail condition prevented me from asking her. So I no longer trusted her judgment.

After six months of me not lifting a finger to save this marriage, she filed for divorce. Almost two years after the incident, I was talking with her on the phone. She told me that night she had called a mental health provider we had for one of the kids. Wendy, the counselor told my then wife that if she did not call the police on me, then she too would be arrested.

Suddenly, everything made sense. She is the type that believes that people in authority actually know what they are talking about. If both she and I were arrested, what would happen to our three children, ages 7,4 and 1? They would end up in State custody. So my wife called the police on her husband to protect the children. And who was she protecting the kids from? Not her husband, the father of these children. She was protecting them from the State of New Hampshire.

This country is run by idiots.

The police sergeant Freyer screwed this up from the get go. When I got the Court Complaint form the box was checked that said Domestic Violence Related. I could not believe that slapping your child was domestic violence. So I looked up the law. Minor custodial children are exempted. Apparently, 93% of American parents still spank, slap or pinch their children. To this day I still wonder if Freyer would have made this arrest if it had been the mother that had slapped the child.

Labeling someone’s action as domestic violence in American in the 21st century is akin to labeling someone a Jew in Germany in the 1930’s. The entire legal weight of the state is coming down on him. But I consider myself lucky. My family was destroyed. But that poor bastard in Germany had his family literally annihilated.

Arrests are mandatory for the police in New Hampshire for domestic violence. That is not law. That is police department policy. Laws come from the Legislature and the Governor’s office together. God only knows where these policies come from. The State’s Attorney General also has a mandatory arrest protocol for domestic violence. I call these policies, procedures and protocols The Second Set of Books. You never cover the Second Set of Books your junior year in high school. That because we are not suppose to have a Second Set of Books. This is America-we have the rule of law.

I am a regular guy, a coffee and cheeseburger type of fellow. As remarkable as my life has been, I figure that what happens to me must be happening to others as well. I was 48 years old when I got arrested here for my first time. So I went looking for the arrest numbers for domestic violence, this new group that I had unwilling joined. I could not find anything. So I wrote the U.S. Dept. of Justice in Washington. They wrote back that they did not keep track of domestic violence arrests. The FBI keeps track of all other crimes. How come not domestic violence? I thought some low level clerk was blowing me off.

At the time, I had mailing addresses in both New Hampshire and Massachusetts. So I wrote to all six Congressional offices, the two Senators from each state and the two Congressman. They like doing favors for constituents hoping you will favorably remember their name in the voting booth. All six offices reported back the same thing. They do not know how many arrests for domestic violence have been made. I immediately knew something was wrong. And I also knew this was not going to be good.

Improvise, adapt and overcome. The Army teaches that to every soldier it trains. They say that no battle plan survives the first five minutes of combat. So your people on the ground had better be able to think for themselves. Taking casualties in war is just an occupational hazard. Taking casualties and not accomplishing your mission is a disaster. After 21 years of Army service, I am pretty good at improvising.

The first thing I found was a study not of domestic violence arrests but of domestic violence injuries for 18 unnamed states and the D.C. in the year 2000. In the study 51% of the injuries were ‘no injuries’. So I knew I had a study of police reports. Who else but a police officer would record no injuries? I populated that out to the 50 states and came up with 874,000 arrest in the year 2000.

I had originally populated the number back to 1994 when the Violence Against Women Act (VAWA) was enacted into law. I would later find out these arrests stated with the U.S. Attorney General’s Task Force of Domestic Violence ten years earlier in 1984. As individual states data became available for various years and states, I would incorporated in to my informal study. The number I have now in 2011 is 36 million adults have been arrested for domestic violence. I have a gut feeling this number could be as high as 55 million. But I only have data to 36 million. So 36 million it stays. And there is a really cool trick you can do once you have this number. You can find out how many American men. women and children ended up homeless because of these arrests.

Most of the domestic violence statistics I have seen break down with 75% male and 25% female being arrested. So I am going to used the male pronoun for the one arrested spouse and the female pronoun for the victim spouse. That should make the domestic violence feminists ecstatic-man bad, woman good. But that is okay because that is probably the last nice thing I am going to do for them today.

When then a man is arrested for domestic violence, one of two things can happen. If they are only dating and have separate apartments, then he can head home. But if they are living together, then this fellow has a real problem. Bail conditions and then a possible protective or restraining order prevent him from being with her. So he needs to find a new place to live, at least until the charges are resolved. The King of his Castle is no longer allowed into his castle. A feminist name Pence who wrote that was absolutely giddy at that outcome. So he can get his own place if he has enough money. Or he can move in with his mother, his sister or another relative. He might have a girl friend who would let him stay with her. And if none of this is possible, well then I guess he is sleeping in his car down by the river.

If he has minor children, money will soon turn into an issue. Most men I know do not mind paying child support. They want their kids to have food on their plates, clothes on their backs, and a roof over their heads. But it does stress that man’s finances. Child support is usually 33% of the man’s gross income. Withholding for taxes, social security and health insurance can range up to 28% of his gross paycheck. So a man making $500 a week gross has only $825 monthly left over after withholding and child support. That is not enough money for an apartment here in Central Massachusetts. That does not include other expenses like heating, electric, gas, groceries, telephone, cable, car payment and car insurance. So he is in a financial hole. Estimates of homeless men run 82% to 94%. I am going to round that down to 80%.

After the King has left his castle, his wife runs into a problem. She was use to getting his whole paycheck for the household. Now she get a third for child support. Figure they both work and made the same money, her budget went from 100% down to 66%. If she was running the house on $3,045. a month when the King was home, now without him she only has $2,220. Most households in America cannot withstand a 27% hit on the household account. She’ll juggle the bills but eventually most wives figure out that they can pay all the smaller bills if they just does not pay the big bill. That would be the rent or the mortgage. So six to nine months after the King is out of the castle, the Queen, the Princes and the Princesses are also on the street. Domestic violence feminists state that 50% of victim spouses of domestic violence end up homeless at some time in their lives.

The last group of homeless from these arrests are children. The domestic violence feminists state that 70% of domestic violence couple have children. So 50% female times 70% children equals 35%. But children is plural. So we will double to 70%.

(Odd isn’t it? They know that 50% of victim spouses end up homeless and that 70% of them have children. How can they know the percentages when they do not know how many total arrests were made? Those people at the U.S. Justice Dept. cannot even pull off a credible cover-up. )

Men are 0.8, women are 0.5, and children are 0.7 for a grand total of 2.0 homeless Americans for every domestic violence arrest. Multiply that by 36 million and you get 72 million men, women and children ending up homeless at some point in their lives over the last 25 years because of these domestic violence arrests.

That is a really large number even by Washington standards. That is almost 25% of the entire population of the U.S. using 2010 census figures. Which begs the question did these homeless people contribute to this latest economic meltdown, or did they cause it? Because if they did cause it then the recovery will not be measure in months or years but in decades.

Some of the boys in the Father’s Movement think Congress might have shot themselves in the foot over this one. Personally, I think they shot themselves some place anatomically higher. No wonder the Speaker of the House is always crying. The Dummies on the Potomac.

Twenty-five years ago the federal government start pushing these arrests on state’s legal systems. Now, we have an economy on the rope. They have thrown a huge amount of money at banks, big business and local and states government. And we are still in the mud. But no economist either at the Treasury Dept., Federal Reserve, universities or think tanks are even looking at the impact of all these broken families. If that 36 million arrest is correct, then 72 million men and women, have been throw out of the middle class into subsistence living. Or is the number 55 million and 110 million? No one knows and no one is even looking. But why should look? According to the Attorney General, we do not know how many arrests we have made.

And if the Tea Party is any indication, insurrection is brewing in the land. Just a coincident? Not likely. This is what happens when the government wipes out the middle class.
The idea for these arrests came from something called the Minneapolis Police Experiment (MPE) of 1981-82. In the experiment police offices were given pads with one of three words written on them; counsel, send or arrest. Counsel meant the officer was to try to mediate the couple’s spat. Send was to send one of the spouses out of the house for eight hours as a cooling off period. Arrest was arrest one of the two spouses. The officer was to do as the top paper on the pad said to do. The experiment was set up by the Police Foundation and Lawrence W. Sherman was the lead researcher. The results show counseling resulted in a future assault in 24% cases, send was 19%, and the arrest option resulted in a future assault in only 10% of the cases. Perhaps a cheap way of cutting down future domestic violence.

In 1984 The U. S. Attorney General’s Task Force of Domestic Violence recommended arrest as the primary weapon in domestic violence assault. Lawrence W. Sherman recommend not using the arrests because the MPE was just one study and it could be wrong. They ignored him. And by 1992, 93% of the police departments in the nation had adopted some form of mandatory arrest in domestic violence cases.

But by 1992 five more addition studies similar to the MPE became available. Lawrence W. Sherman reviewed all five studies. Then once again he wrote that the police should not use arrest. In two of the five studies, they found the same result as they did in the MPE, that an arrest cut down the odds of a future assault. But in the other three studies an arrest actually increase the odds of a future assault. So arresting someone in a domestic violence situation to cut down on future assaults did not work any better than just flipping a coin. I do not know if Lawrence W. Sherman is still alive. But fortunately he wrote a book call Policing Domestic Violence that was published in 1992.

So we have 800,000 American police officers arresting one in every six adults in the country and throwing 25% of the men, women and children out on the streets in an effort to enforce a policy that they knew did not work back in1992. And I had always assumed that you needed a man to really screw something up. Oh well, there goes another glass ceiling.

Why would they push an arrest policy that does not work? There are two schools of thought on the reason why. The first comes from Lawrence W. Sherman. He calls it the Law of Just Desserts. Revenge for slights and offenses, real or imagined. I am sure there are some that would argue that women are not vengeful. But what is that old saying? Hell hath no fury…..

The second idea comes from the mother of the second wave of feminism. I do speak of the brilliant Betty Friedan. In the Epilogue Chapter of the 20th Anniversary Edition of her book The Feminine Mystique, Betty relayed why she resigned as the first president of the National Organization of Women in 1970. Betty wrote that she, “was unable to openly fight the man haters and unwilling to front for them any more…” So man hating bigots no only existed 40 years ago, they were also grabbing power. Now Washington is funding them. Makes you wonder what bigots they will fund next. Maybe the Klan?

Feminists had always claimed that when women took over, we would have a kinder, gentler, more nurturing world. After 36 million arrests and 72 million evictions what we got was Joe Stalin.

The third wave of feminists do not like to call themselves feminists. The word feminist could be perceived as gender oppression. These third wave of whatever-we-call-you got that right The treachery of our legal system over the last 25 years may end up giving all feminists a bad name. Which would make us as bigoted as the man-hating feminists who got us into this mess to begin with.

So let us talk about those bureaucrats that do. These are the ones that actually carry out the evil deeds. I like call them the do-bies.

Any one swept up into legal mess is usually astonished at what they see. They cannot believe what the police, prosecutors and judges are doing. It is so blatantly wrong. Well, I can assure you that everything they do is logical and by the book. The confusion you have with them is you both are using different sets of books. You are using the old First Set of Books- the Constitution, the general laws or statutes and the court ruling sometime call Common Law. They are using the newer Second Set of Books. That is the collection of the policy, procedures and protocols. Once you know what set of books everyone is using, then everything they do looks logical and upright. And do not bother trying to argue with me that there is no Second Set of Books. I have my own copies at home. Or at least a good hunk of the important part of it.

I got my Second Set of Books when I sued the Jaffrey NH police department. Under the discovery rule, I write them with the material I wanted and it would arrive in the mail a few weeks later. I got the Police Academy Training Manual. I got the Department’s Policy and Procedure Manual. I got the no-drop protocol that the attorney general sent to all his or her prosecutors. I even got the domestic violence protocols for the court system, one hundred pages worth. Once you read it the material, then you will know what the police, prosecutors and judges will do. They are completely predictable once you know what set of books they are using.

The police academy training manual states that an arrest in a domestic violence call is the preferred response. They cite the Minneapolis Police Experiment (MPE) as its justification. But the author of the MPE, Lawrence Sherman, said do not use arrest because five follow up studies show that it did not work. The would be a violation of the 4th Amendment in the First Set of Books against unreasonable search and seizure. Then there is that whole issue of whether the police have the right to arrest for any reason other than they believe a crime was committed.

The Jaffrey Police Department Policy and Procedures Manual states that if a wife says she does not want her husband arrested, the police are to ignore her, arrest the husband, and get with the prosecutor to see what they can work out. In other words, make the arrest and then see if you can Mickey Mouse it. The wife is eligible for spousal immunity. If she invokes it, then no statement she mades, written or oral, are admissible because she cannot be cross examined about it under oath. ( Did you say that? What did you mean when you said that?) With no statements the police have no probable cause in most cases to make an arrest. Also a violation of the 4th amendment in the First Set of Books.

The actor Nickolas Cage was drunk in New Orleans with his wife. Everyone else is drunk in New Orleans, so why should Nick be any different. He and his wife were arguing over which house the rented for their stay. Nick grab his wife’s arm and started to lead her to his house. The police arrested Nick for domestic violence. His wife was stunned. That was not domestic violence. “Nothing we can do,” the police explained to her. “Just following orders.”

That is an accurate explanation for victims, even if they do not think of themselves as victims. The police have a zero tolerance towards any physical contact. Things might get worse in the future is the feminist logical for this present iron fist approach to domestic relations. I would have to agree with them. After all the arrests, poverty, homelessness and misery, I can assure you-things are going to get worse.

But that nothing we can do, just following orders the officers explain always sounds so timid and lame. The police need to punch their explanation up a bit, make it more authoritarian. And there is a quick, low cost way of doing it. The police officers only need to say it in its original German.

The state Constitution in NH said the prosecutors job is to promote justice. The Attorney Generals protocols said that domestic violence case are no-drop cases. (Unless, of course, they take the Deal. Continue the case for a year, go to counseling, and everything falls off the books after the year. They did after all find some way of getting rid of all these cases.)

The Attorney General can hire, fire, layoff, promote, demote, commend or award bonuses. The constitution is some old, quaint, dusty document up in the Statehouse some where. So which one do you think is going to get obeyed?

Prosecutors are funny. Some, maybe most, have egos the size of Cape Cod. But of the three, police, prosecutor and judges, prosecutors have the least protection. Micheal Nifong, the prosecutor in the Duke Lacrosse Rape Case, was fired, disbarred, convicted of a crime, and actually jailed for trying to enforce the no-drop prosecution protocol for sexual assault in the Duke case.

The prosecutor in my criminal case fared a little better. I filed a complaint with his boss for summoning my two daughters, ages 7 and 4, to court. I had already conceded that the facts were not in dispute. The trial would be about the law. No witness were need much less a couple of toddlers. He still summoned them. (The Second Set of Books tells the prosecutors to get a sympathetic face in front of the judge or jury. What’s more sympathetic than toddlers.) The prosecutor could not refute my allegation because I enclosed a copy of the trial transcript. I had to pay for the transcript. When the prosecutor read it, he gave his two weeks notice and then blew town. That transcript was the best $46 I had ever spent in this life.

There is a name for what happens when a bureaucrat is destroyed by the First Set of Books for attempting to enforce the Second Set of Books. It is called the Abu Ghraib Syndrome. The people within the law enforcement community no longer seem to know the difference between the law, with its checks and balances, and the policies, procedure and protocols that constitute The Second Set of Books. In some cases you do not even know who wrote the policy, procedure or protocol. It could have been the local high school gym teacher for all anyone knows. Many of these bureaucrats are eventually going to learn the different between the First and the Second Set of Books. And my guess is that many of them are going to learn it the hard way. Because the only checks and balances in The Second Set of Books is The First Set of Books.

Judges routinely use our children as bargaining chips. Get the adult into counseling, continue the case for a year, and then drop it. This will open up the docket for the new arrests coming in next week. These judges that use our children are not honorable. Which is why I never use the term ‘Your Honor’ any more. I just call them judge.

Alex Baldwin, the actor, wrote that you have never seen a coward until you have seen a Los Angeles County judge. I call my judges-Sullivan, Arnold and even Runyon-cowards, too. When I first started observing them, nothing made sense. Arnold was completely infuriated when he was maneuvered into ruling not guilty. He verbally went up and down me so many times I lost count. What was the big deal? If I was not guilty just say and then we could all go home. But that was back in the days before I knew about The Second Set of Books.

I lost visitation with my two daughters when I got arrested. One was the victim-the other was the witness. After a not guilty, I expected to get visitation with my girls. But the divorce judge, Sullivan, decreed that counseling was in order and they would decide when we would reunite. I told the judge that the decision on whether these two girls had a father or a fatherless childhood was not leaving this courthouse. There would be a couple of reason for that decision.

First, by then I knew of the Second Set of Books. As much as I had prayed for the return of my children, I knew that this counseling might get thrown in the way. Judges are addicted to counseling like a meth-head is addict to crystal meth. Sullivan wrote in the divorce decree that he envision only one or two meetings with the counselor. There is no counseling done in the first meeting or two. It is intake-who’s the players and what are the issues. But Sullivan was not interested in counseling. He merely wanted to unload the decision out of habit. And if we do not shut them down now, they will be doing it to our kids in twenty years from now when they have little ones running around the house.

Second, just exactly where does the buck stop with our legal system? Police have to make an arrest. The prosecutor has to pursue the case. Judges now also walk a away without rendering a verdict, and passing the buck does not constitute a decision. Can those mental health counselors slide the decision over to someone else? Just where does this end? Who is responsible? Who is accountable?

The mental health crowd is the third reason I said no. Some people think they are geniuses with their Masters and PH D’s. Others think they are so wacky that they call them fruit loops. Well, I have a third name for them. Suckers. They did not get hired for their medical ability. They got these because they were willing to take these cases off the judge’s hands. Which has done nothing for the credibility for their profession. We are not here to help-we are here to unload. And they created a liability that did not previously existed. If a judge releases a defendant and he goes kills someone, that judge or the judiciary cannot be sued. But a mental health worker, and their employer certainly can be held liable. Our judiciary is now using the mental health field like a ten dollar whore.

I sued Monadnock Family Services to make them go away. I told their lawyer Byron that they were a legitimate target for men. We settled for no money. They would have nothing to do with this reconciliation. The counselor was released. And they would no longer get involved in any domestic violence cases.

Every time we ended back in court over whatever squabbles, I would ask Judge Sullivan for my children back. The decision belong to the counselors he would tell me. But he knew he had screwed up. I could see it in his face. But he would not fix it. He would not step out of that box those domestic violence/sexual assault advocates had built for him. After five years, he retired to a part time position at the Littleton courthouse 120 miles away.

So when guys like Alex Baldwin and I call judges cowards, we have legitimate reasons for doing so. It is not good for judges to be called coward. It is unlikely that it is good for the rest of us.

I do not claim to have all The Second Set of Book. I know of one book that I do not have. And I would have love to read that one. That would be the seminar that the domestic violence and sexual assault advocates put on periodically for legal personnel including judges. These advocates are camped outside every state, not federal, courthouse in America. The U.S. Dept of Justice provides 50-100% of their funding depending on the program. They have three day seminars at resorts where everything is paid for except the liquor. Judges in NH are ordered to attend. Neither Sullivan or Arnold would confirm or deny they had attended. They actually said nothing. It must be like the Masons where they will not say anything about the organization until you show them the secret hand sign.

Supreme Court Judge Louis Brandeis once wrote that the best description of a judge is the impartial guardian of the rule of law. How does three days of wine, women and song contribute to impartiality? It does not. So it should not have been any surprise that they would not answer me. After all, they were not on trial. I was. But they are going to be. They were suppose to protect to rule of law not collaborate in its demise. They have failed miserably.

A guardian ad litem is an attorney appointed for a child. The attorney solely represents the child. I got one when I was first separated to get a neutral pair of eyes and ears on the family. I was disappointed in his findings.

A few years later, another guardian was appointed for one of the kids. A regular report filed with the Court painted me as some sort violent psychopath. I thought that was uncalled for seeing as we had never met. It start a flurry of nasty letters between until we both came to the conclusion that this was not about us. We ended on a friendly note.

At a Court hearing later on I approached him. I asked him if he had had any domestic violence training. He said yes, that it was required to become certified as a guardian ad litem. Another chapter for The Second Set of Books that I never managed to acquire.. So men, if you were thinking about getting a guardian ad litem for an unbiased assessment, then you should ask for the domestic violence material that certified the guardian. And do not worry that you are not sure what you are looking for. It will stand right out.

There are more sections of The Second Set of Books. Medical personnel are supposed to report suspected domestic violence. The college professor Angela Davis has a story of a Latino couple in California getting in trouble feeding the dog his liver for dinner. Mental health employees are also required. Think of Wendy threatening our kids with foster care. Teachers, day care providers, the list just goes on and on. The East German secret police, the Stazi, had 25% of the population on record as informers. The United States is not that high yet, but we are still growing.

These people-police, prosecutors and judges-are suppose to protect us. They are checks and balances to prevent injustice. That is why we spend so much money of police training. But if the police screw it up, the prosecutor can catch it. If the prosecutor misses it then the judge can step in to fix it. But if all three have been compromised, then what does one need to do to get justice? Go to the appeals court or the Supreme Court? That seem a little ridiculous particularly when the zero tolerance has arrests for something as trivial as touching.

On one hand we have the law. On the other hand we have what we are really going to do-the policies, procedures and protocols. The rule of law is dead. Now we have 50 states with legal systems as good as any third world banana republic. Men are demonized and the women and children end up as suffering as well.

So boys, we need to start burning down police stations and courthouses. The Second Set of Books originated in Washington. But the dirty deeds are being carried out by our local police, prosecutors and judges. These are the people we pay good money to protect us and our families. And what do we get for our tax money? Collaborators who are no different than the Vichy of France or the Quislings of Norway during the Second World War. All because they go along to get along. They are an embarrassment, the whole lot of them. And they need to be held accountable. So burn them out.

In the last 25 years they have arrested one in six adults in this country and forced 25% of the men, women and children into homelessness. In 50 years it will be one in three adults arrested and 50% of the men, women and children ending up homeless. Most of our kids will live to the age of 68 years old. As bad as it was for you, your children will have twice the odds of it happening to them.

Some of you will say that 50% homelessness sounds absurd. But 25% is absurd and that is already here. There is no evidence that the police, courts, or government is planning to do anything different in the immediate future. And they will not do anything different until we make it so uncomfortable that they must change. Bureaucracy at its worst. So burn them out. This is too important to be using that touchy-feeling coaching that is so popular with business these days. You need to flatten them, like Wile E. Coyote. They need to be taught never to replace the rule of law. BURN-THEM-OUT!

Most of the police stations built in New England over the last 20 years are stone or brick. Fortunately, the roofs are still wood. The advantage of fire on the roof is that it is above the sprinklers. But even the sprinklers going off work to our advantage. There is no way they can work in a building with six inches of water. And I am certain we will disrupt their momentum once they start working out of a FEMA trailers. If they still do not get the message, then burn down the trailers.

The easiest way of burning a building is with the Molotov cocktail. It was invented by the Finns when the Soviets invaded in 1939. You fill a bottle with gasoline and stuff a rag in the end for a wick. You light the wick and throw bottle, It shatters on impact spraying gas everywhere and the wick ignites the gas. Simple, readily available, and effective. And only two things to remember.

First, use a glass bottle. Thinner glass is better than thicker glass. You want it to shatter on impact. When I was teaching a kid at the high school on the West Side Worcester, MA. threw a Molotov cocktail into his school. Fortunately, he used a plastic bottle. It burned about three square inches of carpeting. I had to laugh when I said to myself, “Thank God for dumb kids.”

Second, you need to tie the rag to the bottle. Nothing worse that throwing a Molotov cocktail, landing where you wanted it, and having it shatter perfectly. Then you noticed the wick had fallen out on the way to the target. No wick-no fire.

Some of these building will have brick faces and metal roofs. Just break a window and throw the Molotov cocktail inside. Carpets, furniture, computer plastic, even paint on the walls will burn. It is okay if the sprinkler goes off. I wonder if you can get hip waders over a gun belt?

We had a kid in my hometown that burned down the old junior high school. He walked up to the front door one night with a can of lighter fluid. The applicator on the end squirts the lighter fluid out. He squirted under the door and along the seams and lit a match. The kid took out the entire old part of the building. Why are kids so competent when it is something they should not be doing?

There will be some casualties in this war. Some killed, some wounded, some captured. Some of them will be theirs. Some of the casualties will be ours.

Now, nobody wants to get killed. But let us look at your life. You are broke after paying child support. She and the kids are not doing any better. None of you are middle class any more. You have no say in the kids education, their health treatment, you may not even have visitation with your sons and daughters. And everything you thought you knew to be true-the rule of law, the sanctity of the of the family, the belief that government was there to nurture your brood-all turned out to be a lie. Face it boys, we are no longer fathers. We are just piggy banks.

So you are not losing anything by picking up the Molotov cocktail. It may be too late for us. But without something changing, your kids will have double the odds of it happening to them. That will knock them out of the middle class again, providing they ever get back in. And their kids, your grandchildren, will end up damaged goods before it is over. So it is okay to run. You just need to turn around and run at them. They are no way as imposing as they seem. They only do what they do for a paycheck.

Television would make us believe that people get arrested because of fingerprints, DNA, facial recognition, and instruments that can tell where a substance was made and here is the local distributors. It is Hollywood crap. Most of the people in prison are there for one key reason. They could not keep their mouths shut. They told someone. That someone told others. The cops hear it and start looking at them for a suspect. That how it works in real life.

This need to confess seems to be primeval. Just human nature. But if you cannot keep a secret, do not expect the one you tell to keep their mouth shut. There is only three people I know for certain they will keep their mouths shut. That would be Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

I only managed to get the main door of the Cheshire County Courthouse in Keene, NH. I would appreciate it if some of you boys would finish the job for me. They harmed my children. The place is evil. So take it out

Some where along the line I picked up the crazy notion that it is better to be dead as a free man than to live as a serf. The government needs to be a little more careful about what they teach in our schools.

And bring a can of spray paint to these fires. Paint the word COLLABORATORS ( two L’s with an S on the end) on the building before you burn it. Maybe we can shame them back to the rule of law. And we do want the police to know exactly who burned the building. Then the police can start interviewing the usually suspects, all 36 million of us.

We have covered the do-bies. Now let us look at the bureaucrats that say-ers.

The Second Set of Books originated in Office of Violence Against Women (OVW) which is part of the United States Department of Justice. Some of these policies, procedures and protocol were developed locally. But the local results would be sent up to OVW and, if approved, would disperse it out to all 50 states. They are smart, clever, bigoted and able to lie as well as any politician that ever called Washington home. In other words, they have now become Washington insiders.

But what makes them so uniques is their anger towards men, any man. They are so twisted in their hatred of men that they are positively scary. And it is not what they are doing to men that makes them frightening. You would expect that. No, it is what they are doing to the women and children that makes them so twisted.

When the Pentagon drops a bomb on innocent civilians the military calls it Collateral Damage. It sounds better than, “Yeah, we killed a bunch of women and children.” Those poor, innocent, stupid civilians have always been caught in the middle since the time we were fighting with rocks.. Your wife and kids are Collateral Damage in the war against you, the man in the family. For 25 years these feminists at OVAW have been willing to sacrifice the women and children to get you. And they cannot claim ignorance about what they are doing. Under the VAWA the federal government is funding at least 1,800 homeless shelters. As long as the Office for Violence Against Women exists in the U.S. Department Justice , no American man, women or child will be safe in their own home.

If you ask these feminists why are the shelters all full, they will not say because of all the arrests. The shelters are full because of men. But they knew from the beginning that this was not man bad-woman good thing. The year was 1976. Two things would happen that year.

First, someone at the U.S. Dept of Justice decided to count the dead bodies. In 1975 there were 1522 women killed in domestic violence. And for men killed in 1975? The dead for men was 1506. Statistically equal a friend tells me so.

If you had asked me before the study, I would have assumed that women were getting the worst of it. But I would be looking at it by genders. What I should have been looking at was species, homo-sapiens, human beings. Men are human-women are human. Being the same species you would expect the same results from both genders. And that is exactly what the dead bodies told us.

The second thing that happened in 1976 was the first domestic violence survey was released. It was so new the time that they called it family violence. Murray Straus of UNH and Richard Gellars from a school in RI were the researchers. They did not find two perpetrators of domestic violence, but three. Men initiated violence 25.7% of the time: women 25.2%, and the other 49.1% was the two going after each at the same time. These two people going after each other at the same time is well recognized in law. The law in NH calls that mutual combat. Men are human. Women are human. And once again we found both genders acting the same manner.

So how did we end up with the theory of man bad-woman good that the government at all levels is using? The feminist writer Susan Brownmiller wrote In Our Time that,” the way you get funding and church donations is to talk about the pure victims. If you talk about the impurity of the victim, the sympathy vanishes.” If women get to be good then men get what is left-bad. Man bad-woman good was originally a funding raising technique. After 35 years, it has turned into official government dogma at all levels, from the local cop on the beat to the White House. Men need to be punished, restrained and retrained. Your wives and children are, unfortunately, just collateral damage in this effort to punish men. So you were not dreaming it. There really is a government pogrom against men.

When a man batters or kills, there is no excuse. When a woman commits the same act, there is nothing but excuses. Simple though inaccurate. But there is one redeeming aspect to men being demonized. Now we men can act like devils. And we do not even need to apologize for it. Men are going to start acting just like they made us out to be. As an old high school semi-punk I can assure you boys of one thing. This is going to be fun. You guys are going to end up laughing like hyenas.

The money funded under the VAWA is split in two when it leaves the Treasury. Part goes the Health and Human Services for fund these domestic violence homeless shelters. If that 36 million number is correct, and it is all that we have, then the 1.44 million arrests a year will be made producing 2.88 million homeless Americans each year. Women and children constitute 60% of these homeless people, 1.7 million Americans a year. Shutting down these shelters would be cruel. What would these women and children do then? Go live under a bridge. No, we are stuck with these shelters for a while. But there is one thing that Congress needs to fix when they fund them again.

These shelters do not allow men on the property let alone inside the residences. Why is it against the law to use federal money on organizations that discriminate against black, Jews, gays or even women but it is okay to do so against men? Men contributed half that tax money. Eight years ago a man in California fled with his children after the police warned him to get out after they had arrested the wife and mother. None of the shelters would take him and the kids in because he was a man. I wonder if this would survive a legal gender discrimination challenge in a federal court?

A society without men is freakier than a world without blacks or Jews. That is not to say blacks or Jews are any less worthy. It just that there are more men in the world than blacks or Jews even if you combined them. If these feminist had to deal with men on a regular basis, then maybe the country would not be in the pickle we are in now.

There is a third reason to end this discrimination, something of a more practical nature. Apparently, some women like to have sex with men. But men are barred from the property. Suddenly, that 15 year boy two doors down starts looking real good. It might even be fun breaking in this new meat. So this woman driven into insolvency by the push for domestic violence arrests now finds herself charged as a pedophile because someone barred men from her world. With domestic violence advocates as friends, who needs enemies.

This shelters came up with a novel approach to fixing the pedophile problem. Male children over the age of thirteen are barred from staying there. Too troublesome. The family broke up when the father was thrown out of the house. Now a second break up is happening with the teenage boys. Perhaps a relative has one bed available. Maybe the family of a high school friend would take him in their home. If neither option works then that is okay. He can move in with his father. Then they will both be sleeping in the car down by the river.

Children of these parents also suffer. They used to have their own bedroom in a safe town with good schools. First they have a shelter, then Section 8 public housing. An urban school. Maybe good-maybe not. Kids learn how to be tough in an urban environment. The kids might go bad or they could come out just fine. But there will be no clunky car as a teenager. There will be no saving fund for college. There will be no monetary gift to use as a down payment for a starter home. This tradition of the older generation giving the younger generation a financial leg up has been ruin due to the older generation’s lack of money. Financially, the older generation is merely treading water. It will take generations after these present two generations to repair the economic damage to these families.

So we are stuck with funding these shelters for a while. These women and children have no place left to go. Some of you guys may think that these feminist caused the problem and then created the solution. But homeless shelters are not a solution. They are just barely a band aid.

The remaining money under VAWA goes to the United States Department of Justice for the Office of Violence Against Women (OVW). As long as OVW exists then the government is at war with men. As long as there is a pogrom against men, then women and children are going to end up as collateral damage. So there is no need for discussion about OVW going. The only thing we need to figure out is which of the two ways we can use to get rid of them-the easy way or the hard way.

And boys, do not try to burn down Washington’s Dept. of Justice Building in an effort to get rid of the Office of Violence Against Women. Their offices are over at N Street.

The easy way is using Congress. The VAWA comes up for funding every five to seven years. Next time it comes up, Congress votes no and everyone at the OVW gets a pink slip in late September. Nice and simple except nothing is simple in Washington. We, the people out here in the sticks, do not always know what the dynamics are in Washington. There might be one method of getting Congress on course. Have Congress demand that the Attorney General get, and release the arrests figures. Or have the President order it. He is usually fearless after he makes up his mind. And this is too large and too well known to continue the Washington plausible deniable routine. Then they will know how much trouble they are in because of these arrests.

There are 220 million adults 18 or older in this country of both sexes. If my figure of 36 million is correct, then that is 16.4% of the adults have been arrested. It could be as high as 55 million or 25%. It might be as low as 22 million or 10%. Whatever the number there are two things that Congress should know. First, is the fellow who discovered the arrests in Minneapolis back in 1992 said do not use it because it does not work. And second, the people arrested now constitute a Fifth Column here in the United States. Our loyalty to Washington is gone. But what did these genuises on the Potomac expect? They have harmed our children. If they think Al Qaeda is a pain in the ass, wait to they see what Americans can do once their fuse is lit.

I am certain the Attorney General will sit for months on the request for the number of domestic violence arrests. Then he will explain that they do not readily have the number and that some sort of Manhattan Project effort will be needed in time and money. Nonsense. When Washington started these arrests in 1984 over 6.3 personal computers were sold here in the U.S. That figure does not include all the mini’s, midi’s and mainframe computers sold that year. There is no way they can pretend that this data does not exist in electronic storage. A request to Ohio for the arrests 1984-2010 would tie up a state clerk for an hour, including their 15 minute coffee break. Time for the truth boys and girls. Because this is not going away.

The hard way is more time consuming, cost more money and is full of headaches. Because the only way of removing a department from the federal government without the consent of Congress is to take out the entire federal government.

The first time I heard that, I said that is ridiculous. We cannot run this country without a federal government. But we will replace the old government with something new and improved. The new government would honor the debts incurred by the old government. There are a lot of useful reasons for starting with a clean slate.

The bipartisan debt commission released their recommendation for cleaning up the $14 trillion we have borrowed over the years. Convention wisdom has it that Congress has no stomach for any of the recommendations.

But a new government could install those recommendation on day one. Three years later, most Americans will not remember that anything is different. The old government laid off its employees when it closed. The new government is hiring. But instead of 65,000 employees at the Dept. of Education, the new government is only hiring 45,000. Instead of an average federal wage of $70,000 a year, the new average will be $52,000. The new government will have to write a tax code. Everyone pays 15% with no deductions. How many IRS employees could you get rid of if there were no more deductions? Any thing is possible with a new government.

Normally over-throwing a elected government is considered treason. Treason is punishable by death here in the United States. But there is one way of over throwing the government. That is through the ballot box. Then it is not treason but democracy. Allegedly, Washington is in favor of democracy, particularly if their candidate wins.

There is no legal mechanism in the Constitution or the Federal code of the United States for dissolving the government of the United States. So that is what we need first. Congress would need to write it. We get them to do it through the ballot initiative.

A ballot initiative is when enough registered voters sign a petition to get a question on the ballot for the next election. The following would be a sample of what the question would look like in New Hampshire.

That all elected representatives from the state of New Hampshire to both houses of the United States Congress are to propose and advance a bill that would set up a legal mechanism to dissolve the United States government should the people decide to do so in a general election by a simple majority.

If this initiative passes in all 50 states then Congress will be stuck. They will have to write the law to dissolve. If they do not I suspect within ten years they will be standing in a stairwell at the British or French embassy with a suitcase in hand waiting to get to a rooftop helicopter. I doubt if they will be thinking about the humiliation of being thrown out of the country. They will be far too busy worrying about what will happen if the mob gets their hands on them.

Washington has not got a friend in the world. Even the British and Israelis loath them now. Kind of a bad time to be losing domestic support. And what they done over the last 25 years? They have wiped out the middle class pandering to a special interest group of bigots. And in typical Washington fashion, they did not even know they did it.

This Ivy League inbreeding in Washington has produced an elite that knows what best. Everyone else-husbands, wives, police officers, prosecutors, judges, attorney generals and guardian ad litems-are to shut up and do what they are told. The rule of law is gone, replaced by the policies, procedures and protocols of The Second Set of Books. Which means the federal government will be going shortly. For the government being unable to deliver the rule of law is like an auto mechanic who claims he does not know how to change the engine oil. A certain minimum competency is required. So it looks like the parents of the Washington elite were right. One can be too smart for their own good.

Betty Friedan wrote that the feminist revolution, like any revolution, would have its excesses. Losing the rule of law is too great to call it a mere excess. It is a catastrophe. It is the heart, mind and soul between the people and their government. These feelings of betrayal by losing it may be permanent. I have 21 years of Army service going back to the Vietnam War. My loyalty to the government should be a given. It is gone. I am certain it will never return regardless of how long I might have lived.

It was another woman that lead us in to this decision to clean house inside the beltway. Something she taught us fifty years ago. You simply look at those folks in Washington and then ask yourself the old Ann Landers question, “Am I better off with them, or without them? Are my children better off with them, or without them?” They are sinking like stones.

Washington, DC was chose as the capital because it was the geographical center or the old Colonies. Today, the geographical center of the country is just west of St. Louis Missouri. The new government can set the capital anywhere in the United States it wants. Imagine how many rodents, insects and parasites they could lose by moving 1500 miles west.

Whether you replace the federal government or not, men are still going to need a legal defense center for men. Something like the NAACP used to get black people their rights. The only checks and balances in the Second Set of Books is the First Set of Books. Which means lawsuits. Now I know you guys are broke. Some of you have had your wives and kids thrown into homelessness. So I completely understand when you tell me that you are broke. But if everyone who has been arrested throws in $10.00 a year then the legal defense center will have a war chest of $360 million. You can buy a whole bunch of lawsuit with that kind of money.

The Ball family has been supplying sergeants to the Army since at least the Revolutionary War. Elijah served as a sergeant in Cushing’s Regiment at the Battle of Bennington. His commanding officer was a general from NH with a name of John Stark. General Start was a clever warrior. He was responsible for the bulk of the heavy casualties the British suffer at their victory at Bunker Hill. His orderly, fighting withdrawal allowed the other units on the hill to not only retreat but collect their wounded on the way out.

General Stark would repeat this performance on three hill tops outside the village of Bennington VT one hot August day in 1777. At the end of the battle, the British lost over 900 men killed or captured. The Colonists suffered 30 dead. Two months later, the depleted British army would surrender at Saratoga. That victory at Saratoga would bring the French into the war. John Stark was the most competent general this country ever produced. For that reason alone his men loved him.

But as brilliant as he was on the battlefield, General Stark would become even more famous for something he said. In 1809 the veterans of Bennington decided to have one last reunion. A delegation called on the General with his invitation. But the General was old and frail. He could not attend. But he did send a message, “You tell the boys I said live free or die. That death is not the worst of evil.” Since 1945 the State of New Hampshire has stamped Live Free or Die on every pen, coffee mug, license plate and highway sign that they have gotten their hands on.

I think the General and his sergeant would be please that his words have elevated from the novelties and bric-a-brac to something more dignified like a courthouse door. Neither of them would give a second thought to the mess left over after the fire was extinguished. War has always been a grim business. Civil wars are usually worse.

But they would be trouble by the new enemy. Oh, they understood when a government betrays it people. They took up arms against the super power of their day to get relief for their grievances. But the enemy we face now is the government that these men birthed at places like Bennington, Saratoga and Bunker Hill. Government is no different than the food in a refrigerator. Given enough time both will go bad.

The smartest person I knew in this life was my mother. Perhaps that is true of all of us. Maybe I just got lucky. She was a nurse by trade. She worked in a time when Western medicine made that final transition from butchery to science. But it would not be her nursing skills that made her extraordinary. No, it would be this one incredible knack she had that I had only modest success at mimicking in my life. If she had something important to say to you, she would say and then never mention it again. She would talk about it if you raised the issue. But she never mentioned it twice on her own. And, oddly, you always heard her.

But she did have one favorite saying. I must have heard in a thousand times in the eighteen years I lived under her roof. It always came at the end of the conversation as she peeled away to see if it was time for Perry Mason or Lawrence Welk. She would turn her head to the side, and over her shoulder she would say, “And the only thing you really have in this world is your family.” Now, thanks to the United States Government, neither we nor our children have that.

. I have three things to say to my children. First, Daddy loves you. Second, you are my three most favorite people in the world. And last, that you are to stick together no matter how old you get or how far apart you live. Because it is like Grandma always said. The only thing you really have in this world is your family.

Published in: on June 20, 2011 at 7:40 pm  Comments (5)  

I don’t know what to title this

I don’t know what to title this, because I don’t know where I’m going with it. I’m simply writing. What it turns into, I’ll find out when I get there.

Tonight I finally managed to get a copy of a movie that was recommended to me some time ago. After finaggling the old PC to be able to run DVDs, I opened the case and placed it in the tray.

I sort of “kind of” knew the outline of the film from researching it, reading reviews and promos. But not really.

The title of the movie was “Catfish”.

My first reaction was… well, if you know the film and you know my own story, you would understand. And while that lingers around, it burns hot and quickly. What slowly crept in and stays with me, though, was my second reaction, and the deeper lesson in the film, too.

Human connections. The need for shared experiences, shared interests, shared interactions. The fallability of the human spirit and the imperfections of us all.

Of us all.

The human soul is a social animal. The Connection, we crave it for our own sanity’s sake. And some of us lack it so much and desire it so greatly, we lose a little bit of rationality in reaching out to find it. Some call it desperation. But it’s the same driving force in all of us.

Some of us are blessed with an abundance of human contact, positively or negatively, but it is there. But then some of us concoct grand schemes, driven by a starved soul, to find the connections. Regardless, it’s born of the same spirit, driven by the same necessity, because we are all, equally, communal animals.

Some of us would choose to believe we could live on a horse farm in Michigan with a gorgeous and wonderful woman who thinks the world of us, and raise a whole “coop of chickens”, like in the film. Or on a 20 acre spread outside of Denver and raise children. Whatever their personal story is.

We let ourselves believe what we desire to be true, because it is true to us. It has to be true to us. Without believing in a goal, there would be no impetus to pursue it.

I can forgive myself for skipping down the primrose path without caution. I forgive you, too, without blame. We all want a happier ending, a better circumstance to strive for. It’s because we have a shared impetus. We are, afterall, equally human animals.

It’s all a matter of Faith, I suppose.

We didn’t know where we were going with this. We were simply walking down the path. What it has turned into, we weren’t to find out until we got here.

Published in: on June 7, 2011 at 1:39 am  Comments (9)  

Nemie Silosky April 14 at 12:24am Report
Ok all joking aside,I let this go-but this is going to far


Tom Carpenter April 16 at 1:01pm
After I got deleted a second time, I posted on twitter that anyone who wanted to make a new profile after getting deleted again could make a Tom C and use my face. I wasn’t planning on ever coming back to facebook. I got an email today with this login info so I tried it and found this profile.
Whatever this “this” is that went too far, I’m out of the loop on it. Never a player in whatever has gone down.

“Nemie Silosky April 14 at 12:24am Report ”
Thursday morning at 12:24 I was asleep in bed, I assure you.

All joking aside, I let it all go, long ago. I’m content to just be left alone and leave alone.


Nemie Silosky April 16 at 1:57pm Report
Well all jokin aside- I do believe you tweeted for ppl to make a bunch of Tom profiles. And whether you are Tom or Not – 3 fine men are being bushwacked framed and had reputations hurt by one woman. You may be Tom or the woman-but everyone is talking to each other-the men, and men diff than women do make up and dont screw each other like women do. So if you areTom and had nothing to do with it, you have been framed, if you did a few males are digging to see if you were involved-previously your friends, or if you’re the female. two already know you are behind the fakes and you’re about to lose some real close friends. EPIC FAIL LOL


Tom Carpenter April 16 at 2:02pm
That was so vague, I can’t make heads or tales of it.


Nemie Silosky April 16 at 2:03pm Report
Well Im sure you will when other emails start rolling in. Have a nice day. Hope the knife she stuck in your back didnt go to deep tata. LOL


Tom Carpenter April 16 at 2:06pm
I should be deleted by facebook more often. You make it sound like all the fun happens when I’m not around! All these “she’s” and “he’s” and not a hint of what you’re talking about, other than I’m a target of SOMETHING. Funny internets.


Nemie Silosky April 16 at 2:13pm Report
Guess you’ll find out in due time, I mean if you tweeted for eveyone to make a buncha tom profiles, who noes the damage. I mean TOM C begging Stacey and I to FR, and all the personal info released. On thing that has been noted is since the great state if delusion decided to SELF delete and mass exodus after the big Oops, you and girlie are trying to REBUILD. And while I was not in town, tried to pin the what was a a bunch of ppl dectivating as a deletion done by on me. LOL. Didnt work as both Paulie and Josh know. Its ok they are both going to contact tge real TOM C via wordpress.


Tom Carpenter April 16 at 2:17pm
I look forward to see what anybody has to say.


Nemie Silosky April 16 at 2:29pm Report
Oh it has been bizarre as usual, the backpedaling surpasses showstopper-obvious is obvious. Bye


Tom Carpenter April 16 at 2:31pm
I should be kicked off of Facebook more often. I get vaguely accused of more things when I’m not around! Sheesh!


Alright, fess up, people! What did I do while I was kicked off of Facebook? I mean, heck, if I can be the deadbeat Dad of some kid I never knew by a Mom I never met and don’t even know the name of, surely I can be guilty of stupid internet butthurt I wasn’t even a participant in!

Go for it, drama faggots! Besmirch my name in the comments!

Ready, set, GOfaggotry!

Published in: on April 16, 2011 at 3:27 pm  Comments (31)  

Addressing the people of MANtana

Last week I got an IM from Bill, out of the blue. He said “we voted and decided, you’re the vice president. Accept it  and deal with it”, or, something to that effect. I’d look it up to quote it, but Facebook assraped me like Beecher on “OZ” so that ain’t happening.

So here I am learning how to be vice-presidential, which would be a whole lot easier if I had a sandwich in my hand.

I’m going to be long-winded, and I’m going to be unfunny. Buckle up anyways, because here’s something that needs saying, now:

When I was a wee little lad, I wandered into a top-ten blog on MySpace that I thought would be something akin to The Man Show. Was I ever wrong. 72 hours later, after a non-stop CAPSLOCK screamfest with a troll named El Ron, I was inducted in The Great State. I enjoyed the freakshow for months, audience-participation style, very much like all of you do now.

Slowly, though, I came to see the workings backstage, the effort, the planning, the bullshit sessions, the strategizing. Much like some of you are beginning to see now, what it takes to put on this freakshow for public consumption isn’t always as lulzy as what happens on the stage, day in and day out. I hope the majority of you choose to look away and preserve the front-of-stage perception. Some of you, like what happened with me, are beginning to see the stagehands, the sound and lighting crews, etc. and are having to deal with a change in perception of who and what you think makes the magical mystery engine work. And you don’t like what you see because it runs counter to what you previously thought.

Well, I’m here to ask you to chill the hell out. Nicely.

MANtana has been, and always will be, the scourge of the intarwebz. With MySpace and the way they operated, MANtana was hydra; they’d kill one, we’d bring back two. And it was a philosophy that worked within that environment.

Our latest squatting place is a different monster entirely. We’ve learned quickly that the same old framework does not apply. Now, they are more than happy to threaten lawsuits (to the wrong people entirely, but still) for harassment. People are being told that under no uncertain terms are they ever welcome to create a new profile. People are told they have to relinquish their privacy of identity if they want to return. None of these things are acceptable, in the short- or long-term.

Consider though: You were there for the Great FB purge of 2011. On MySpace we were hydra, but on FB we were cancer. Hundreds of millions of people on the internet, and they tremble and balk at a couple hundred of us little peons with our dick-jokes. And like you treat cancer, they cut us and those around us. I know you know people who have their actual names, their actual faces showing. Friends of yours whose only sin was being associated with you, kicked out.

Surendrah booted? Really? Miles Cole kicked? What the fuck?

Sure, maybe, everyone might eventually be able to “sneak” back into the big theatre and continue the show for a little while. Maybe get purged a second or even third time, but I promise you it’s not at all like MySpace. What is a third iteration of MANtana without the name MANtana, or El Presidente’ or the notorious logo? These are the first things needed to change in order to try to sneak back in. These things are identity, product placement. Eventually, it’s not MANtana anymore, but Bob Jones from Topeka Kansas… just to get in the door.

I know Bill’s fans, myself included, are experiencing that day-after withdrawal twitch, but appreciate this fact: FB is not a viable homestead for what MANtana is without altering the basic principles of MANtana, that no topic is sacred and no person is above shaming for expressing ignorance. We are the anti-PC. This runs absolutely counter to the FB philosophy of “Submit, obey, give to us”. FB needs to be a target of our ridicule for the jack-booted thugs they are, not a home nest to feel warm and fuzzy on.

I know you want a MANtana presence back. I want a MANtana presence back, and I know you want it back NOW. That simply isn’t going to happen. There is no quick fix this time to appease the Verucca Salts out there. MANtana is adjusting and redesigning, and when it comes back, it will come back bigger and more virulent than before. It always does. But nothing made in haste ever works right. Be patient. And let us stagehands do our jobs so that the show CAN go on. We’re testing things, we’re looking at options, we’re formulating ideas and plans to give Bill the platform he needs to continue being the retarded step-child of “exposing absurdity by demonstrating absurdity”. We see what works and what doesn’t. The bits and pieces you may pick up on along the way aren’t necessarily the end-all be-all.

And for God’s sake, will you heathens please stop eating eachother because of this?

Oh, and to the few of you out there who are peeking into the dressing rooms and the green room backstage, let me offer you one word of advice, as someone who did the same thing, long ago: What you love is what you see and participate in out front on the stage. If you want to keep that innocence and enjoyment, stop looking for the man behind the curtain.

Thank you for reading, and long live the Great State of MANtana

Tom Carpenter

Published in: on April 7, 2011 at 1:36 am  Comments (52)  

How Facebook decided to handle me

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Published in: on April 3, 2011 at 6:44 pm  Comments (18)  


I’m standing under the “Arrivals” sign
six months to the day since the day
you said you would be here
Looking over the sea of gladdened faces
greeting in pairs from a chaos of a crowd
until the last of the swarm wanders off
reunited with the ones they love

A solitary figure under the “Arrivals” sign
with a 6-month-long beard of Patience
Waiting, like a fool stands idle in the rain
yet still, you aren’t here.

Frozen in the barren wasteland between
practical abandonment and holding out hope
And the moment I do turn to walk away
Will be the moment right before you say
I should have waited one moment longer.

Just chill out. Be mellow.
Another plane is landing.

There is always Hope.

Published in: on February 12, 2011 at 12:26 am  Leave a Comment  

Action Awesome

Action Awesome

Take the risk. Make a chance.

Wishing, hoping, dreaming, imagining…

Instead of driving yourself crazy torturing yourself with

Endless thoughts of want, wish, fantasize,

You should be driving yourself to where you can make it happen.

Whatever it is you happen to desire.

Stop thinking, stop second-guessing.


Stop worrying about how others will judge you.

It’s never about them.

Them, who sit and live vicariously through you.

Them, who sit and cast judgments upon you

To make themselves feel superior.

Don’t be one of Them. They just sit. You should

Dance. Sing. Go. Be.

Let Them sit and daydream away their life.

Live yours.

If you want it to happen, then

Do what you can to make it happen.

You’d be surprised at what you can accomplish,

And equally surprised at how resilient

You can be when you fall short.

But, at least: Do. Act on it!

No more admissions of Wish;

Show the world and yourself the power of Do.

Get up, get out. Book those tickets, climb that mountain.

Write your book, Compose your symphony. Take that risk.

No more of the I wish we could’s and

Show me your I’m going to do’s.

I’m short on time, I’ve danced that dance. No more.

Show me something to count on.

Show me something real.

Plan it, be diligent. Do what’s right for you, but DO it!

Set your limits, make your rules,

And when all is in concert

And the course is clear,

Get up, get out, and do it.

Show me you mean it.

No more words, I need to see action.

I’ll drop everything else in a heartbeat for who’s right,

I’ve taken that leap without remorse before,

The wind knows my caution intimately.

Tried and tested,

Everyone before has had their bluff called.

Is it “fair”? No.

It’s life, it’s real, and I live it with passion.

Do you? Show me.

Get up.

Published in: on September 24, 2010 at 2:54 pm  Leave a Comment  

This Town Kills You When You’re Young

Adam Truman woke up today.
In his first conscious moments of the day he was defiant; the warmth in the cocoon of his bed too inviting, the weight of the layers of wool blankets pressing him to stay. His ears began to register the cacophony of the morning rain hammering relentlessly on the rooftop over his head, and he became aware again of his own surroundings. His mind centered him back into the middle of his universe around him.
Begrudgingly he left the womb of the borrowed twin bed he had set up in a kind stranger’s attic. Not my home, the thought pierced the forefront of his mind as his melancholy draped itself back over him while he dressed. He looked out his tiny attic window to see the clouds breaking up and found solace that his day’s plans wouldn’t be scrapped after all. He paused to take a deep breath, nodded at the pep talk in his mind and set out once more into the world.
The autumn was a chill blast on his senses and face as a cold front rushed across the town. As his determination pushed him forward, James Taylor was playing in his mind; Do me wrong, do me right. Tell me lies but hold me tight. A blast of wind forced him to clutch his overcoat tight against him, hugging himself as he leaned into Tempest’s harbinger. He chuckled at his daily mantra Don’t let me be lonely tonight, of course he’d be alone tonight, like so many countless nights before. After so much time, the sting of that truth dulls to a mild, yet constant, ache.
Finally Adam arrived at the shore of Lake Ontario after wandering through the college campus, a silent ghost town of classrooms and dormitories. He stood silent, looking north to the next storm approaching from Toronto. He stood and stared out to a horizon of choppy blue, just as he had done every morning since fate brought him here.
All his time spent, building up a life defined by what he valued and striven for had washed away from him now. All his efforts lost, in that far away land, now ebbing away slowly from his memory, yet painful still.
All the devotion he had given her, she had discarded and abandoned when times got rough. The memory of her face now produced a more sinister, primeval emotion than it ever did before. Vitriolic bile.

Adam straightened his back, a defiant posture against the constant rush of the cold wind charging at him off the lake. He forced his gaze away from the inland sea before him and looked to his left, at a large sapling planted alongside the path that winds along with the shoreline. Every twenty feet or so another tree just like it, lining the great lake, and each of them growing. Not up, but away from the shore. A choreography of arched trees in a ballet line each bending to the south, girls warming up and stretching at the bar.
He had not broken from the weight of his life. He adapted, he rolled with every setback that beat him down, relentlessly, for the past 5 years. He was once like the Biblical Job, stunned speechless as all he knew and loved was stolen, destroyed or unraveled before him, until finally he let everything go. His possessions, gone. His lover, in the arms of another. His dreams of family and comfortable living from a modest yet successful career, shattered. What to do with a closet full of sharp business suits now?
The waves beat relentless on the rocky shore of the massive lake in front of him.
He had sold off everything he could; he gave away what he couldn’t. This was Adam Truman’s last-chance break to get out of a downward spiral and save himself. And when he had his chance he took it, charging across the country and arriving here on the shores of Lake Ontario with fumes in the gas tank and two dimes in his pocket.
This was where the drowning man would come up for one last gasp of air and be saved, or drown trying. Here was Adam’s last chance.
The droning crash of the choppy waves thundered in his ears.
Months ago, Adam Truman could very easily have been the name attached to a sun-dried corpse, picked clean by scavengers. Just sun-bleached white bone baking in the desert heat, with a bullet-sized holed in the skull. Alas, poor Adam. I knew him, Horatio.
But Adam Truman did not give up there in that high desert. Adam Truman woke up today.
This town has gotten the youth of me, a fellow of infinite jest.

He remembers shards of memories, the innocence of a carefree youth. He remembers it was the most wonder-filled feeling. He rejects the lies of his old cold heart, that determinedly demands that it is as it says it appears.
He was once free and alive, and the fire of carefree love may yet explode and consume him once again. That ember is not dead.
Adam stood there, having lost everything that other people use as yardsticks to measure success. Now he rejects their bases of defining worth.
Each day dawning is a victory snatched from defeat, as determination pushes him forward.
And tomorrow, Adam Truman will wake up to meet a new day again. He will not give up with a noose, or a blade, nor a gun.
He will wake up tomorrow, and deny this fate or circumstance its triumph over his soul. Adam will persevere, though the world may constantly strain to crush him.
I woke up today; I win. I will wake up tomorrow, fate be damned, and win again.
Published in: on September 15, 2010 at 7:53 pm  Comments (5)  

One of These Days

As midlife approaches, I find rather than living the stereotype crisis and grabbing for the false  sense of youth and splurging on the opulence of big-boy toys, I’m straining and fighting to catch up. The love, the wife, the children, the life that’s quickly passing me by. Desperation is a fair assessment.

The urge for the overpriced sportscar will have to wait until I’m 80. Instead of trying to regain my youth, I simply want life to start. I’m late to the dance.

None of that changes the fact that I love her, in the purest sense of the word I’ve ever known. I’ve stood up and fought for love before when it teetered on the precipice; that tactic has only pushed women away faster. No, this time I have to trust. And wait. After all these years,  I’m quite experienced at waiting. She’s worth every precious moment in this one short life we’re missing together. This time, Patience and Understanding must be my actions.

And now, a musical interruption with a completely contradictory message.

Published in: on September 13, 2010 at 12:24 am  Comments (1)  

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