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Might it be a good idea to know right action from wrong action?
Those who have read any of my work know of a line in the sand described in so many words as right founders founding the idea of Liberty and wrong founders founding a counterfeit version.
That arrangement of words just offered by one volunteer may be an example of uncertain terms; an intended message that fails to convey the accurate account from one volunteer to another.
There is in my power a flanking move that can work instead of the frontal attack. Rather than spelling things out in stark naked factual accounting, in plain English, I can, instead, employ artful allegory.
5 boys from one brother and one sister combined with 2 boys from a younger brother and a younger sister, played games when growing up. I was 3rd down from the top and 3rd up from the bottom of the larger group of double cousins. The eldest of the smaller group of double cousins, meaning children of brothers who married sisters, or fathers who are brothers while mothers are also sisters, the eldest child of the younger parents, my double cousin one year younger than I, offered a game called 3 way chess.
We played.
There are 6 players on 3 chess boards with one central location and 2 satellite locations where the combatants test their tactical skills in battle. Win at all cost, and employ any move that gains advantage, including a concept known as strategy; all done within a very narrow cage of movement. Threats, lies, faints, and psychological warfare distract none of the pieces on any of the boards. Layered over the tightly controlled boundaries containing the cannon fodder, the pieces, is now, in this game, is resurrection and teleporation from one life on the satellite Nation, into the Central Bank of absolute dictatorship, the ultimate, the final solution as to who wins, and who suffers complete defeat.
Complicating the rules of the game of chess was, or can be, the idea that pieces from one theater, one of two linked chess boards, is a new rule, a new capability, where one captured piece by one player on one team, is a captured piece given to the team commander in the central theater of battle, and the commander on one side in the central theater of battle has an opportunity to place that captured piece into a position in opposition to the pieces threatening the player in command of the captured warrior.
So...I remember playing this game, and I remember the intensity of battle, opposing the central commander with my typical tactic of taking pieces quickly, man for man, burning through the lines rapidly, so as to reduce the complications, to narrow down the variables, to simplify, and to do so rapidly. I remember commanding the central theater, rushing through the enemy lines, trading kills, for in the center battle the pieces are dead, gone forever, never to return. Never to be resurrected. Dead letters.
Then, suddenly, distraction from the prime objective, off in peripheral vision, on the side, is commotion. A team member on my side celebrates the capture of a queen, a fallen queen, a former deadly piece working for the other side, and this I remember so well, it was my team leader Tom, my youngest cousin. He raises up this captured queen, rejoicing, declaring a victory of immense significance fitting the occasion, and as my focus of attention is temporarily diverted from the battle in my theater I see the deliberate effort by Tom to add formality to the celebration of handing over the item of interest.
That is the end of my pollution effort.
http://www.nationallibertyalliance.org/comment/1595#comment-1595
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"I can offer my thoughts. I write, that is what I do."
Yes, you write lengthy, incomprehensible posts that say very little. They pollute this forum. Please stop.
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If no one gives me the information I need, to know the difference between pollution and things of interest, then I can't know, and so I must rely upon my own interests.
Given to me, as far as my very limited capacity to defend the innocent goes, was this:
http://blog.ucadia.com/2014/07/true-history-of-america-part-1-1666.html
That reminds me of my days playing 3 way chess with the most valuable people I knew, those who shared something in time and place, something so valuable as to be indescribable with mere words.
We brothers and double cousins were given life and we shared it with interest.
We learned a thing or two.
From the Australian are the following word:
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It also gave the company the excuse to start building up its Red Army and Blue Army as a completely banker controlled war, with the Blue Army eventually to become known as the Continental Army. The Company then appointed one of its most devious, sociopathic and dishonest mercenary leaders to be the leader of the Blue Army.
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If you do not know the game you are playing, how can you win?
That is a question. Is that question more pollution? Are my words (offered honestly) a measure of just so much rot, feces, worm ridden biscuits, poisoned water?
So be it, if it is true, then my life can be spent elsewhere, doing good things where I can find any evidence of good things, such as any evidence that works as a piece of the puzzle put in place so as to go in the direction of Liberty, in the direction of effective defense of the innocent, so as to avoid going in the wrong direction, the wrong direction that may be, as I see it, which is the direction of blind obedience to falsehood without question.
The piece was handed to me, because I am connected in the game, by chance, by interest, by fate, by providence, who knows? Not me. I don't know, and so I ask questions.
The piece sent me on a mission to use the piece, to use the queen, if it can be used, on my own chess board, in opposition to the opponent I see before me, as I've offered countless times, as the opponent returns clearly in view facing me, and that opponent will always be blind belief in falsehood without question, or, someone gives me reason to see a different foe, a foe more clearly knowable, tangible, present, dangerous, ubiquitous.
Deceit.
So, the piece handed to anyone caring to listen, handed to me because I care to listen, handed to all, to me, from Australia, sent me, alone, on a mission.
I found this:
Map:
http://www.britishbattles.com/fort-washington.htm
This found just now:
http://www.bartleby.com/184/121.html
This (to sum up current reporting):
http://www.mindfulwalker.com/explore-new-york/in-our-midst-the-prison-ship-martyrs
I ran out of time, presently, to study, to learn, and then to offer a viewpoint.
A quote:
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As to Politics, I think we are now safely landed. The apprehension which Britain must be under from her neighbours must effectually prevent her sending reinforcements, could she procure them. She dare not, I think, in the present situation of affairs, trust her troops so far from home. 13
No Commissioners are yet arrived. I think fighting is nearly over, for Britain, mad, wicked, and foolish, has done her utmost. The only part for her now to act is frugality, and the only way for her to get out of debt is to lessen her Government expenses. Two Millions a year is a sufficient allowance, and as much as she ought to expend exclusive of the interest of her Debt. The affairs of England are approaching either to ruin or redemption. If the latter she may bless the resistance of America. 14
For my own part, I thought it very hard to have the Country set on fire about my Ears almost the moment I got into it; and among other pleasures I feel in having uniformly done my duty, I feel that of not having discredited your friendship and patronage.
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As word spread about the conditions, the harsh treatment of prisoners only served to stiffen the spine of the resistance to British rule. On the prison ships, the soldiers and sailors could have escaped torment and stayed alive by swearing allegiance to the British crown and enlisting in the British forces. Few made this choice. It strikes me that I owe them an incalculable debt.
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So...a puzzle piece offered (pollution to some) is this:
Be kind to your own posterity as your own ancestors have been; they offered accurate accounting as a defense against those who reach for that final solution, for dependence upon deception leads to self made hell on earth.
Let me know, please, if possible under no uncertain terms, which side your viewpoint leads me, affording me the light of accurate accounting in a sea of self imposed darkness.
“If there must be trouble, let it be in my day, that my child may have peace;”