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August 2002

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August 2002
08/01/02 - Every day I feel Anger For the loss of my daughter,
bitterness for the courts ability to finically and legally restrain
me, sadness for not knowing my daughter, fear that I may be
imprisoned for my inability to satisfy the appetite of the court,
and hatred for the possibility that my daughter may end up like
my ex-wife! Every day that I am alive I work to see a new
day, the new Dawn. In the shadow of what is to come in the
days of my kin, I fear not the will or the appetite but know that
they will fear me. I will lay no further burden on them as
mercy is within me and not without me. So Child go forth in
to the world and spread the pelage upon the land as Isaiah and
Zecky would have wanted. In your hand is the fate of the
world for I am only a bitter old man. But fear not my death, I
will never die, but live on in you as long as I am remembered.
From my grave or from my house if you call on me I will do
all I can to help.
08/02/02 - It's never over, some days strong all things center
around it, other days it is in the distance. For me and those like
me it is what we are and who we are. There is no end or
beginning just an everlasting movement towards the goals and
all things that lead to the accomplishment of all directives. I
would not breath if it did not benefit the directive, this is me,
that is who I am. The lost solderers of the first brigade gave
there lives for this, as I would gladly do today. Our last
contact with Alfa Fizo was less then expected. The Diplomat
is in the hands of the empire, but threw our "New CIA" (aka
A.I.R.) we can make the empire release the diplomat. Three
other diplomats are unfounded, and we have reason to belive
the resistance has been compromised in Bolivia and the
Ukraine. I may have to make my way there to see first hand
the progress.
08/08/02 - Intheprime of life. In the Utopia that is Suburbia!
The fire of rage burns against a system that has failed an entire
generation! No rest, no peace in the harts of meany who know
the injustice of our courts. Yet at the same time we all look to
someone else to do something. We are so used to TV and
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video games we have forgotten how to do something in the
real world. What is it about a green leaf, about the sound of
leaves rustling with the wind and the fire. From the top of the
mountain looking at what seems like the entire world looking
back at what is left of my vehicle... Yes, it was me from the
tower, the great tower of Avalon. The children of the world
lay to waist the idols of their parents and grand parents, to
walk with nature and the hear the restyling of the leaves on the
trees.
08/20/02 - Like my ancestors I pray that I will not be
misunderstand, and then I intentionally scramble my words.
For my life in the company of Angles fallen, in the epicenter
of a change that the entire world can feel all at once, still one
at a time. I do not underplay my role in this nor do I feel the
need give myself too much credit. What I do know, and what I
feel, is that you are listening and I need your help. Two Judges
in Dupage County have disrespected me and done nothing to
correct the wrong that plagues me and one seventh of the
earth. For me, you must see to the correction of this grave
error, and force reconcile... or one prayer at a time the system
will unravel, not on my demand but on your inability to
correct the enforced hell of a system that has outgrown itself.
You needed something and you where helped... What was
done can be undone and it will be with your blood and sweet
one way or another. I am not demanding, but asking as you
know and have known the dead have been damned not by my
hand alone, and not solely by my angles blood sweet. So go
now to the tower and burn it to the ground one man at a time
until the system works again for us the people the poor the
starving and the oppressed, or we will torture the key holders
and spit into their lungs with acid flem, and burn their houses
from the sky, as we feast on their crops. We have always had
control and we will maintain it at all cost. My personal loss
only serves to illuminate the governments lack of respect for
the common man, and feed my fire of rage. This will be done
by sunup on the third moon, that is all.