CONSPIRACY TO DEFRAUD- a dedication
The point has been made very clear and proven by those that dared to try,
to be students of the Constitution, denounce US birthright, travel to the Hague,
receive apostilles of status as sovereign diplomats, become documented expatriates, jurisdiction undefined.
That we can unravel the strawman, demand our legal rights, even play the game on their field,
create a bond and buy a life-we can be so right in their own terms, meet them head on prepared not to fight, not to stipulate away our freedoms, but to accept and for value return, follow the protocol, dot the i's-many years and millions of dollars later-layers of defense, of documentation and glaring proof-
In the end, none of it matters, not to the Alphabet Soup Men that monitor our life. We were so smart, we figured it all out, master the administrative process, decode our master files.
To know the depths of the lie, the ultimate deception, of an experiment long ago failed, a declaration and a constitution, later on a bill of rights, from the Queen we never severed, the world bankers bought the rights, to the present and future labor, of generations yet unborn, at our first breath join the corporation,assign the number, sign the forms.
Create a strawman negate an individual, there is nothing you truly own. Deeds of title simply an illusion, of a stewardship and a bond, invisible money, multiply it, add some zeros, pass it along. Balance the ledger, take any measure, to collect green cash from the working man. To fill in that third column, but that was not enough alone, to feed the machine imploding around itself, hedge funds and high risk loans, ponzi schemes within the ponzi schemes, lifetimes of wealth reduced to dust, on a deserted fireplace mantle, of a home once brimming with life.
A nation of displaced homeowners, now what really matters in life. Tow the line, pay the mortgage, scold the kids, resent the wife, to pay the bills is all that matters, at least I own my home. I have equity against which I can borrow, to buy the things I cant afford, so now every tenth house sits vacant, ghost town of dreams and lives, the love inside those walls is all that matters, what do we really need to survive. everything bought on credit, make the payments over time. Slowly sinking it devours us, predatory loans for predatory consumers, 401K plans gone overnight.
The point has been made very clear and proven by those that dared to try,
to be students of the Constitution, denounce US birthright, travel to the Hague,
receive apostilles of status as sovereign diplomats, become documented expatriates, jurisdiction undefined.
That we can unravel the strawman, demand our legal rights, even play the game on their field,
create a bond and buy a life-we can be so right in their own terms, meet them head on prepared not to fight, not to stipulate away our freedoms, but to accept and for value return, follow the protocol, dot the i's-many years and millions of dollars later-layers of defense, of documentation and glaring proof-
In the end, none of it matters, not to the Alphabet Soup Men that monitor our life. We were so smart, we figured it all out, master the administrative process, decode our master files.
To know the depths of the lie, the ultimate deception, of an experiment long ago failed, a declaration and a constitution, later on a bill of rights, from the Queen we never severed, the world bankers bought the rights, to the present and future labor, of generations yet unborn, at our first breath join the corporation,assign the number, sign the forms.
Create a strawman negate an individual, there is nothing you truly own. Deeds of title simply an illusion, of a stewardship and a bond, invisible money, multiply it, add some zeros, pass it along. Balance the ledger, take any measure, to collect green cash from the working man. To fill in that third column, but that was not enough alone, to feed the machine imploding around itself, hedge funds and high risk loans, ponzi schemes within the ponzi schemes, lifetimes of wealth reduced to dust, on a deserted fireplace mantle, of a home once brimming with life.
A nation of displaced homeowners, now what really matters in life. Tow the line, pay the mortgage, scold the kids, resent the wife, to pay the bills is all that matters, at least I own my home. I have equity against which I can borrow, to buy the things I cant afford, so now every tenth house sits vacant, ghost town of dreams and lives, the love inside those walls is all that matters, what do we really need to survive. everything bought on credit, make the payments over time. Slowly sinking it devours us, predatory loans for predatory consumers, 401K plans gone overnight.
