Monthly Archives: January 2008

Think I’m Just Another Nut Case?


Just a short note….

Well, it appears that I’m not such a crazy kook.  Justin, of The Justification of Justin, commented on yesterday’s post.  He provided a link for a Yahoo Tech news article called, “Microchips everywhere:  A future vision”.  It’s about the very real possibility of electronic chips, called “tags”, being embedded in just about everything.  Tags.  A nice internet savy name, or tag if you will, for something that will track and report on your every movement.

The technology is here.

It’s only a matter of time….

years, weeks, days, hours, minutes, seconds?  Some things are already tagged and we are oblivious. Who owns an ezpass?  Ever get a ticket because you were tagged with it as you went through a toll too quickly?  Do you have a cell phone?  GPS device?  Laptop?  Desktop?  Do you wear underwear?

Yes, it could happen.  The cost of manufacturing these tags is plunging down to the point where it’s feasible to tag trillions of objects, just about everything we buy. This is something very scary.  I am afraid for myself and for my 2 year old kid who will be living in a world without privacy.

This just makes me very sick

Lambs To The Slaughter


I still feel that I must write more about my post from yesterday regarding what will be happening in this country as early as May 2008. At that time, we will be required to have a “National ID” implanted into our drivers license. You will be in possession of a micro chip capable of locating you, wherever you are. It’s like a GPS. If that is not bad enough, micro chips of this sort have already been implanted into consumer products. The stated reason is for marketing so that companies can track what and how we use their products for, and where we take them. Doesn’t that scare you? I mean, it’s not their business. Okay, so you might be thinking that it would be a good way to track terrorists, or so it’s implied on the video, “America Freedom to Fascism”; but it’s a little too “Big Brother” for me. What’s it going to take for people to wake up and smell the coffee? I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, “People are like sheep”. We allow ourselves to be herded here and there, then they lock us up in a corral…. and we go willingly like a lamb to slaughter. Does anyone know what that means? It means that lambs to not have the wit enough to know they are going to be killed, so they follow along without a care in the world. Next thing, their throat is slit and even at that last second, they had not a clue. That, people, is us. As long as we look good sitting in that new car that the bank loaned us, sitting pretty, we are oblivious to everything happening around us. We actually believe that we own that car…. then why do we make car payments? People in this country used to actually own their businesses, property, houses, cars. Now we are a nation of debt. The people who make the money have the power to control the people.

The federal reserve bank, a private corp. (I will not even give them the courtesy of capital letters), is in possession of all our gold that was in Ft. Knox. They print our money from out of thin air. There-is-no-value to our money. Paper money was originally intended to represent this country’s gold stored in Ft. Knox, so only so much could be printed. People could actually go to a bank and exchange paper money to get actual gold back. They printed so much paper money that we do not have gold enough to substantiate the represented value. When our president needs a couple of billion to fund the military, he calls up the federal reserve and >poof<, it gets printed. Our money is worth almost nothing, not even the paper it’s printed on, as evidenced by the next to nothing buying power it has. Look at how much a dollar’s value was worth back in 1913 when this all started. Think to yourself what can I actually buy with a dollar. Not half as much as you could get in 1913. Explains a lot and it’s pretty scary.

The video also explains how we became a nation of debt and how and why that condition was orchestrated by the bankers in power. Again, explains a lot…. and how they are systematically eliminating the middle class from the structure of society. Even I can see how the middle class has been chipped away. People are either rich or poor, and whatever middle class there is, it’s definitely more poor than just “in the middle”. I look at myself. I am not homeless, DH puts food on the table, we have clothes on our backs, yet we are not comfortable to say the least. No, I should amend that. I want to make it clear that I am not complaining about my situation. What I am attempting to do is compare the middle class, or what I assume the middle class is. We are comfortable because we have what we need, the necessities of life; but I know for a fact that some people would think we are poor… or that we could live better. We do not have a lot of furniture… we don’t even have a proper couch. We have DSL, but we do not have a TV. When I was growing up, middle class, a tv was taken for granted. I still consider myself “middle class”, yet I am in the position of having to make a choice between the two. What is wrong with this picture? Or maybe we are really poor and don’t know it. We live like this because we refuse to put everything on credit. We pay cash.

Do you see why I am so worried about getting a chip implanted into my body? I’ll bring up terrorism again. Maybe they want to be able to track terrorists and they can’t do that with the physical money system (yet). But, if they are so concerned about Homeland security, then why are they so lax with our borders? I know that if I was the president, after 911 the first thing I would have done was to close the borders, all around. Let nobody in who didn’t live here already. Yet, we still see people coming in through our airports and we still see constant problems going on with the borders…. especially down by Mexico. Is there any reasoning? If there is, I don’t understand it. We could have had the borders closed, if even temporarily. I’m not saying for forever, here. Illegal immigrants are still coming in by the truckloads, and any one of them could be a terrorist in disguise.

So, the citizens of this country will tagged, monitored and controlled, while the bad guys will not… because even the immigrants who come here to make an honest living will eventually be tagged, too, into slavery… well that is what it amounts to. Slaves were branded, corralled, worked without pay, could not own property, did not have a say in their destinies. Their lives were not their own. Is this beginning to sound familiar? Is this hitting home even a little bit? We are all at the disposal to the whims of our masters. If we really want our freedom back, we had better wake up and do something about it while we still have a chance.

A thank you to Justin for giving me some great tags for this post.

Income Tax = Voluntary Compliance?


Someone emailed this video to me and I am totally floored. Well, maybe I should not be, but it’s scary to think that our government is committing tax fraud. I am just learning about this but it’s been going on since 1913.

edited 11:33am:  Because the video is so long, I am actually still watching it.  There is a lot more here than just about income taxes.  They are talking about the Federal Reserve Bank which is really a private corporation… not a federal agency.  This means that a private company is controlling America’s gold… and effectively, America, itself. 

This is a documentary, “America Freedom to Fascism”, was made by producer Aaron Russo. I have copied the description from the video:

Determined to find the law that requires American citizens to pay income tax, producer Aaron Russo (“The Rose,” “Trading Places”) set out on a journey to find the evidence. This film which is neither left, nor right-wing is a startling examination of government. It exposes the systematic erosion of civil liberties in America since 1913 when the Federal Reserve system was fraudulently created. Through interviews with U.S. Congressmen, a former IRS Commissioner, former IRS and FBI agents and tax attorneys and authors, Russo connects the dots between money creation, federal income tax, and the national identity card which becomes law in May 2008. This ID card will use Radio Frequency Identification (RFID) chips which are essentially homing devices used to track people. This film shows in great detail and undeniable facts that America is moving headlong into a fascist police state. Wake up!

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Dear Lovers of Liberty, the struggle is just beginning! Get ready…

Are you aware by May of 2008 the law will require you to carry a national identification card?

Are you aware that there are plans being developed to have all Americans embedded with a Radio Frequency Identification (RFID) computer chip under their skin so they can be tracked wherever they go?

Are you aware the Supreme Court has ruled that the government has no authority to impose a direct unapportioned tax on the labor of the American people, and the 16th Amendment does not give the government that power? «

Some of that sounds dramatic and alarmist, but it’s totally possible… the technology exists. I am hoping that someone more learned than I (which is almost everyone) will have seen this video already, or will watch it from here, or who might know about what is going on already. I am hoping for people to shed more light, educate me and whoever else who might be reading this. Please, PLEASE comment if you have anything to add.

Please put aside enough time to watch it. The run time is 1 hour 49 minutes, but I think worth the time.

Without further ado:

Great Recipe


In my post yesterday, I mentioned that I made potato soup. I just thought I’d share it today. Not sure if I am going to make a “Recipe” page or how I will work that out, but keep an eye out…. I’ll let you know. I am always scuttling around the net looking for recipes, so if anyone wants to see a particular type of recipe, just give me a shout out and I’ll see what I can come up with. Of course, I have plenty of c-h-o-c-o-l-a-t-e related stuff!

I am posting this for my sister, LeeWee… just in case she finally reads my blog.  She’s been looking for a potato soup recipe.  Don’t tell her that I have some in my freezer for her!  I’ll definitely know she’s read Dragon’s Yen when she asks for it!

CHUNKY POTATO SOUP

3 cups diced potatoes
1/4 cup chopped onions
1/4 cup chopped carrots (optional)
2 cups milk
3 cups water
3 tbsp. butter
1 tbsp. fresh parsley
1 tbsp. fresh cilantro
1/3 cup ground Parmesan cheese
2 tbsp. all purpose flour
1 tsp. salt
1 tsp. pepper (was too much for me, so maybe use 1/4 to 1/2 tsp.)
1 tsp Mrs. Dash original
2 cubes of chicken bouillon
2 tsp. Italian seasoning

  1. Bring water to a boil, add fresh herbs and vegetables. Boil for 5 minutes, add milk, butter, boil for 3 minutes more; add spices and seasonings, then add flour and cheese.
  2. Stir very well so that the flour and cheese do not clump; continue stirring.
  3. Serve when vegetables are tender and flavors are well blended.
  4. Serve topped with cheddar cheese and add a few saltine crackers.

Wow… I have nothing to do!


Shhhhhhh! Don’t say that too loud: I-have-nothing-to-do. Well, I did just start a potato soup recipe.

But really. The house is clean and I don’t have any major housekeeping chores looming over my head. Why… What…. How do I find myself in this situation, you ask? I hosted my first playgroup today. I was crazy yesterday, trying to clean, but mostly procrastinating… torn between the desire to crochet and the responsibility of cleaning house. Geez, I am so hungry! I have to stop writing for a bit……

Back, oh 1/2 hour later. Finished the soup and can’t wait to see how it tastes. I’m letting the flavors “blend”.

Back to the cleaning thing. Better write fast as my thoughts are already fading fast, which was my problem over the summer. <Let out deep breath> I find myself sitting in a clean and, most importantly, orderly house. Why don’t I learn my lesson for good? Well, I did, but as with everything, I keep falling back into my bad habits. I have no idea if I’m t……….. oh, shit. Gabe just spilled a ton of water and I had to mop it up. Thank goodness it was just water…. <big sigh> As I was saying, I have no idea if I am truly, simply put, lazy or if it’s something else. I am hoping it’s something else because “lazy” doesn’t sound good. <took time out to comfort son who found something “wrong” with his beads and is flinging them across the room, whining to himself>……………………

……. Tried to get Little Drake down for a nap, but it was a no go 15 min. later. See, this is my life, bouncing from one thing to another. So how can I possibly get some decent writing time where I can just collect my thoughts for long enough to write them down. BTW, the soup is a keeper!

Right. Getting back to clean-talk. I’ve always been intimidated by the thought of cleaning. The women in my family are despot fanatics. Me, on the other hand… WAY over on the other hand, avoid cleaning like the plague. It’s not that I don’t like a clean house, but the road there has always been a long, slow, rocky one. You know those dreams where you are running in the fog to someplace you’ve got to get to yesterday? That’s me. Running furiously, every muscle in my body straining to reach further and further, in slow motion, and getting absolutely nowhere. Part of the problem is, believe it or not, is that I am too much the perfectionist. I remember locking myself in the bathroom… just like my son is doing right now, wait a sec…. Okay. I’d stay literally all day in the bathroom trying to clean it. It was my one chore and I had such a hard time getting it done. I could not focus for long enough. Part of my problem was that I as such a klutz. I’d clean one area on the sink, then, when cleaning an adjoining area, I’d mess up the first area. That would get me so frustrated and I hit a brick wall. Of course what followed was intense avoidance.

Fast forward to now. Well, during the course of the past year, I joined a Mom’s Club in our area. The main reason for joining was the playgroups because Little Drake just doesn’t have kids his own age to play with around here. Somehow or another, these girls got the idea that I was “only” in it for the playgroups and I think that was the reason why I always felt like no one was interested in getting to know “me”. Sure the playgroups was what got me off my duff to get out there, but I also do not have any friends of my own, so, I was looking to make friends, too. Anyway, playgroups were not working out for one reason or another. I am guessing that part of the problem is that I don’t make friends easily. I’m not the type of person to get into, what I’ll call for now, “frilly” conversations. You know the ones. Those things we talk about when we are really wishing we were somewhere else… the weather, makeup, fashion, or “those Jets”. A former horrid topic was “kids” and the cutesy things they do; but now I’m one of those who crossed over to the KIDDIE SIDE…wooooo. I am not trying to imply that these women talk about frilly topics… but I am just trying to say where MY head is at.

Our playgroups get re-grouped regularly, so this time around, I offered to host right away. I am learning so much about being social… I am not a socialized individual. I never know how to clean, you know? I mean, what are those chores you can do days before and still look presentable when it’s showtime? When do you wash the floor? When do you dust? When do you clean the bathroom? When do you vacuum? I’ve always had a problem with this because there are just some things you need to do right on the same day… then pray nobody uses the sink or the toilet! The end result for me is that I do it all the night before and right up to the time people are scheduled to come; and this is what happened to me today. So last night I ran around like a maniac after both males of the house were sound asleep. I washed the bathroom, cleaned the kitchen, dusted and straightened up all the usual (and unusual) clutter centers of the house.

Bright and early this morning, because playgroup is at 10am, I cleaned the foyer, shook out the front mat, swept the porch, steps and walkway. Back inside, I shoved the Drake’s empty boxes into his closet, made the bed with spread and pillows, made LD’s bed, made sure I had snacks, juice and coffee (with accessories) accessible on the kitchen counter. Did I mention whipping out the vacuum and to my horror, it was not picking up even the smallest of particles? No….. YES. When I got to LD’s bedroom, the room that the kids would surely visit, it spit out dust balls the size of my hand, accompanied by sprays of shimmering dust particles… Mission Control, we have a p-r-o-b-l-e-m! After digging out a clothing store tag from the hose, I got all most some whatever-dust-I-got-I-got off the floor.  Oh, then I showered without washing my hair.

10:00am…. 10:05am….. 10:10am. I think that was when the first of the mommies got here. We all had a nice time, well, I know that I did. Little Drake even did a great job sharing his toys, even though he had his moments. Two hours later, they were gone and I was left with a day of leisurely guilt-free time. Unfortunately, the Drake will not be home until late. I was also supposed to have people here from this Mom’s club, but nobody responded to the event on our calendar; but Drake had already made his plans.

Oh well, just another day in the life. Oh, and here’s a present, blast from the past for reading this far:

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