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 <strong> Kuwaiting for the Dough
<p>from</p>
<p>New World Hors Doeuvres</p>
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<p><strong> by / Golashes Journlista</strong></p>
<p>Retired air force general Michael Dugan should be rehired for special  mission. He should be seen on the news at Attica State Prison speaking  from prepared script to a house full of confirmed killers: Your job is  Saddam. No holds barred. Anything is fair game between you and him. The  camera could pan the rapist/killer crowd shouting, Sodomize Saddam!  Couple days thence the follow-up clip could show jailbirds or  paratroopers dressed in prison garb, practicing parachute jumps. Iraq  around the clock with that on CNN!</p>
<p>Recently, in Buffalo, N.Y., a man was charged with murder. Just  released, he´d been living in a rooming house. He had words with his  ninety-three year old landlady about taking out the garbage and he slit  her throat. Too late for him. But currently we keep, at great taxpayer  expense, at least another dirty hundred twenty thousand dozen  mean-spirited fish like him.</p>
<p>Men and women doing twenty-five to life who did assault and battery for  pastimes before attempting or committing murder should automatically  qualify. Confirmed violent killers from every state could redeem  themselves; be underwritten for active duty life insurance and given the  no-choice option of fresh identity cum passport when their tour of  patriotic duty is complete.</p>
<p>It's universal: war sucks life away. Nor was our own just cause reason  for traumatizing another generation of volunteer draftees, though it's a  done deal already. The young who entered the military with peace time  promised benefits should not have been front-lined when we have such  primed job-ready assets, languishing in jail. Nationwide we've  imprisoned enough strange dangerous fellows who would have loved the  chance to play Lawrence of Arabia for a month. What honest to goodness  malevolent mind could pass up such a violent high-tech opportunity for  personal freedom?</p>
<p>Billions of taxpayer dollars are spent keeping this human garbage. On  paper, these misfits appear parolable; and, eventually, they get  released. Based on their free-spirited conduct going hand-to-hand with  Saddam's G-men, his unstranded Repo-Saddamites, our violent mis-fits  could all be given livable post bellum pensions along with clean  passports and fresh ID. Enough said on behalf of our most fearless best  unused potential front line of assaulters. Let them eat hashish.</p>
<p>And let the Baghdadis be squinting skyward for those thousand rapist  chutes they saw on CNN. Rich and poor alike should understand that every  day they live under Saddam (who bunkers under them) Baghdad's weather  can easily go back to warm and bomby. Let his generals mistakenly  believe we may begin to annihilate everything while waiting for Saddam,  and they will cough him up; except his majesty King George of the Vision  War's Doeuvres doesn't want Saddam on a plate regurgitated. Too messy.</p>
<p>Early on, before the rattle of battles began, one of our desert units  referenced themselves as goats, and their group leader : goat tender.  Instead of trekking home we should be showing Saddam the meaning of Ram  Tough! Dodge Ram and Jeep Cheyenne, Comanche, and Cherokee. An off-road  4x4 plow fronted Silverado with trailer hitch for additional ammo is a  much better long range desert vehicle than our inefficient tanks and  Bradleys which were designed, after all, with a non-combatant European  theater in mind.</p>
<p>One of our 4x4, 25 mpg Rams can sail over berms or climb any dune.  Saddam's crude cauldron set the Kuwaiti desert ablaze, life destructing  for birds and fish. That's too damn bad for Saddam. He has to be shown,  once and for all, how our off-road Blazers, Raiders, 4x4 GMC's, and  F150's, doing the surf on Iraqi turf, can resolutely savage his  Repo-baggage throughout all Iraq's harsh terrain.</p>
<p>Our Chief Waffle could have a conference call or multiple fax every car  dealership in America and our various 4x4 models, rechristened Scorpion  Brigadiers, could be readied in 48 hours! Common sense dictates the  simple menu for war-mein retrofitting: remove chrome; coat machines  completely desert cream; uniformly splotch beige; rig front with cream  plow, also splotch; beef suspensions; enlarge gas tanks; install Mobile  One in crank; charcoal dip filter of air conditioning; stick-on  dashboard compasses; reupholster camper tops in Kevlar same stuffin'  door panels; dress cab with AM/FM surround, compact disks, citizen  donated; include best dash-bracketed 40 band CB radios with police radar  guns also, distance recalibrated, so when our Scorpions dash around the  desert floor in forty-tooth combs we mean anything else rolling is  guaranteed a surface-to-surface laser-guided ticket.</p>
<p>Armageddon, The Movie, coming to a screen near you. The army/navy film  we've got is not enough! Every missionary truck should go with double  overhead cam-corder so we can see their vortex happenstance. Every truck  has to have Tow missile roof brackets so trained gunners can park their  tail bone on the spare tire to fire. Every truck should have machine  gun brackets on the cab roof - with skylight set vertical above the  passenger - so when the need arises, whoever is riding shotgun can pitch  in, too.</p>
<p>Slapping a plate of bullet-proof glass on Scorpion's windshield is  optional, based on availability. Oversize mud flaps eliminate their  signature. Pack rubber front wheel housings with marine grade cable  grease and coat same outside to insure a layer of pro-tective Saudi sand  so it really won't matter who is putting pedal to the metal because  using up these unsold trucks will rightly hasten Armageddon's weak  end-game with Repo-Saddambo's scum bags snuffed and minimal innocent  death.</p>
<p>Not-with-standing the above pre-Feb-March ground war scenario - with  only a few of the sentences getting refreshment so their updated tense  reflects the present post-bellum pre-limbo aftermath - it was clear in  advance to every multiple newspaper reader that our ribbon-shirts had to  have their ground assault when they did. For the arm chair pros and  silver star commandos it was personal redemption from the legacy of Ho  Che Min.</p>
<p>And in the war's ill conceived, premature aftermath, shouldn't we be  sending forty-thousand vehicles, equipped as above, providing at least  some off-road air conditioned recreational entertainment to slake the  boredom of our remaining troops. The dealerships can charge the  pentagonical sticker price for their dusty unsold trucks and we can pass  along the cost to swampy Saddammy or the dear Emir.</p>
<p>I still can hear Armageddon's rough ram tough cacophony:<br />
 "Listen up, Bro. We got a relay from Cheyenne One a string of Saddam De´ville´s is rollin´ down the concrete." <br />
 "Speeders. My ticket book is ready." <br />
 "Yo. This could be the main train, Cheyenne One says six covered wagons  in the lead, a fuel truck, a water truck, twelve Mercedes, one overland  doggie, and two Win-nebagos, plus the number two Winnie is pullin' a  satellite dish."<br />
 "Saddam is on the lam."<br />
 "Lookin´ for a-sigh-lamb." <br />
 "Yo Bro, they´re slowing down."<br />
 "Show nuf they slowin' down, sucker, these dudes lookin' for the smuggler's cutoff north to Eye-ran." <br />
 "Hey Ram-four, get on the satellite phone and call up some Apaches. I  got a gallon of Koolaid says it's the big Bag-daddy with a suitcase full  of bullion in the overland doggy soon as we start writing tickets he's  going to break from the pack and head straight north for the border."<br />
 "Let ‘im be lucky anuff to get that far there's twenny bad-Rams an' another twenny Cheyenne dug in the wadi."<br />
 "I was up there yesterday ‘n those dudes all got rugs fir lettin' some Iranian four wheelers through the pass."<br />
 "Hey cousins, this is Model T (#) 3, we have in place two disabled Iraqi  vehicles blocking the highway as you approach the cutoff." <br />
 "Brothers and sisters, there's twenty-nine of them and forty-one of us.  Cheyenne One says the covered wagons each got fifty elite crackerjacks  so we got to hit ‘em fast stomp down hard and stomp again."<br />
 "This ain't no hit ‘em and run like night before last. I feel it in my bones we gots the bag man from Baghdad."<br />
 "I say we draws lots to see who gets to Sodomize ‘im."<br />
 "Yaul could git Aids, dummy."<br />
 "I say we circumcise ‘im with a bayonet."<br />
 "Stop countinÕ chickens cuz it's enchilada time I see ‘em comin´."<br />
 "OK, forty-five seconds to show time."</p>
<p>Years ago it was 14 cents for a Saturday matinee show. I loved the part  when far as the eye could see, Custer watched the empty Little Big Horn  silhouette with ten thousand Oglala Souix. Yellow Hair's jaw fell and my  hero, Tashunka Witcoh, was ready to rock and roll, his battle orders  from The Great White Spirit.</p>
<p>The ugliest, most counter-productive, belligerent ecological disaster in  the world's written history is reason enough to have let our Rams,  Cheyenne, Comanche, and Cherokee go for Saddam's straggling Guard,  whether hog-tied like Custer, or cut loose on the back-roads to Baghdad -  we should've created a hundred Little Big Horns, electronically honking  for Apache, our prayer rugs a jellied petrol carpet. And who was with  Saddam to stop us on freedom's highway besides our elected leader, King  George?</p>
<p>The souls of the Iranian kids made Iraqi machine gun fodder cry out to  Allah for retribution. The souls of innocent Kuwaitis, and of the newly  born children ripped from their cradles beg Allah for retribution, and  Big-Al hears them. The souls of the Kurds, and of the dissenting Iraqi  Shiites and Sunnis cry out to Allah and Allah the unseen desert G-d who  created the wind and who centuries ago revealed his majesty into the  mind of Moses the Teacher, <em> Mosha Ra Bay New,</em> who delivered the  Hebrew nation, that life guide desert G-d demands of his Man from Shem  and from all of his children the sword of retribution.</p>
<p>A battery powered yellow flasher on the roof, set in a sleeve is visible  only from above. The 4x4's can set themselves in an arrow formation an  hour past dusk and by dawn - after Apaches, Wart-hogs, and rug men from  on high - the job is done. All of their undetected, stationary T-52's  every night without loss on our side is/was my con-servative estimate.  Equipped with construction flashers like that, Scorpions lining the  roadside could turn any Iraqi highway into an instantaneous coalition  freedom-fighter air strip.</p>
<p>It turns out that Special Forces, dropped behind Iraqi enemy lines, went  equipped with hand held laser gadgets to silently cling-on moving Iraqi  convoys that were satellite eye-balled for devastation. Nor did our  collective eye-ball blink in those laser guided nose-cones when we were,  enmasse, selectively fed an instantaneous Strangelovian straddle hoo-ah  from cradle-bay down - ten gallon hats a-waving hoo-ah!</p>
<p>Mr. New World Hors Doeuvres himself, the president of protocols, could  call for citizen volunteers to be the mop-up freedom fighter drivers  now! The only requirement for joining the Hinckley Sand-fiesta Brigade  is a hunting license and a seven day wait. And the Scorpion Brigadoes  should be those enlisted personnel (or jail yard commandos) who  volunteer for the mission. Let the Baghdadis see clips of our aging vets  from the Nam cleaning their rifles with duffel bags packed. Let them  hear it from those who have been to war, from their lips to G-d's middle  ear, so it's clear to all Iraqis and every other babbling street corner  Arab throughout the world that we have no quarrel with the Iraqi people  but are determined to get Saddam. We, the people; not our waffle leader  George.</p>
<p>Ten thousand of these spiffy 4x4 American trucks could be a retrofitted  Scorpion Brigade in 48 hours. They could be driven to major airports,  loaded onto C5 A Constellations (at least two hundred would fit in each  planeload) and within four days, ten thousand trucks could be on line in  the Saudi desert ready for their mission!</p>
<p>Ten thousand 4x4 trucks four men and/or women to a unit spread out along  the Saudi Iraqi border? I calculate a scorpion every 300 yards.  Criss-crossing the desert floor, they'll run into dozens of  under-the-sand air plane hang outs, whether their one lane sand-flouged  runways are blown free from spring storm or not. The trek of planes  during the war to Iran was a ruse. What's a hundred fighters between  goombadis, anyway? Five hundred of Saddam's command airplanes are  missing in action! Underground today, they await their orders from  Godot.</p>
<p>The Scorpion Brigade could dismantle all Iraqi telephone lines, etc.  With Iraqi license plates they could drive right into Iraqi villages and  permanently liberate them with our American banner raised high in the  village square. Along with the stars and bars every band of forty should  have at least a couple Kuwaiti brothers on board to inquire of a  villager, "Where´s the airfield?" The answer might be, "Five miles out.  At the end of the road behind the mosque." Throw him a Hershey bar. We  could uncover hidden caches of mustard gas or biological ammo. The  Scorpion brigade would certainly ferret out all their unused mobile scud  missiles.</p>
<p>Tooo late. Saddam has already sprinkled his available left over mustard  gas on the upraised Kurdish towns and anyone else in Iraq who dares to  say, "Enough Saddam." The Iraqis were grabbing news-people left and  right so Saddam could desert shield the sight of Re-pub-lickum Guards,  liberally blowing away or gassing their own dissenting, liberty seeking  people. When we raised the flag on Iwo Jima wasn't the bill right to  life, freedom and liberty for all man-kind part of our equation?</p>
<p>Tell Iraq the free world's walking soft policemen (and women) seek  lasting world peace - the rule of law is surface-to-surface - and we're  going to kick off cleaning house in the cradle of civilization. Our  triumvirate ground force: the French Foreign Legion, English Desert  Rats, the 101st and 24thÑour combined Mobile Mohammedan is Democracy's  Trojan Horse!</p>
<p>Berm baby berm. Thwack with Awac. A-wham Pan-Am. Un-mosque us in  Damascus. In war's classic theater, the ticket clearly states that game  is chess. And pawns, horses, bishops, castles, queens, even kinko sez by  all means yes, it's time we shank every tank and slip a shot-put  grenade in every awaiting mirage-able mig cock-pit.</p>
<p>General Schwarzkopf, exuberant, momentarily comes clean during his  famous tour de bif of brief - it's public knowledge - we have evidence  the Iraqis have aircraft stashed amongst civilians. How is it this  particulate observer, Golashes Journalista, was able to surmise as much  sans access to their top secret cam-recorders in orbit?</p>
<p>Schwarzkopf is a beautiful blob. Norm is the fellow who could easily  inspire the vast unregistered majority to cast their ballot. After a  twelve hour shift of official ovaling, he'd go upstairs, pour himself a  whiskey and privately blurt out to his wife, "Gimmie a kiss, honey-pie,  all day long it was forked tongue misfits, liars, and double dealers."  Not H. Stormin´ Norman slobbered on escargot or drunk with pork-rind  power, killing the day in Air Force One.</p>
<p>A couple hundred Scorpions could drive straight away to Saddam's nuclear  plantation and finish the job our air force only started, as the  crucial parts of that nukey facility, like the MIA uranium pebbles, are  surely deep underground. The Scorpions will find an elevator about a  quarter mile from the premises big enough to carry down a Beirut Baby;  that is, a rechristened Dodge Ram or Jeep Cheyenne overloaded with  explosive plastic. The Scorpions arriving at his chemical plants will  discover and be able to do the same thing. The Commander-In-Chief,  Waffle Redressed, is the one to give the ordeur.</p>
<p>Every 4x4 Ram glove box comes equipped with Madden's, Ramble  Run-and-Shoot Highway Offensive Play-book. At the dawn's early breaking a  band of scorpions could swing by Saddam's airports and precision ‘hail  Mary´ his triple A. We could even grab a life - get the big enchilada  himself during skirmish, as imagined above. It's clear from CNN / Iraqi  Saddam film, On the Road with Revolutionary Council, they travel with a  command recreational vehicle - perhaps a small Winnebago.</p>
<p>One of the network correspondoes, interviewing a Kuwaiti lady, reports  from Kuwait City that two weeks before the ground offensive Saddam spent  the night at her house. Booted out the day before, her spacious place,  in an exclusive bomb-free neighborhood, was taken temporarily by Iraqi  field commanders so Saddam could play Bedoe in his own Ramada Inn. Why  didn't we permanently integrate five hundred stealthy Seals with the  Kuwaiti resistence inside Kuwait City? How many lives could have been  saved had we nailed Saddam with a smart-rock or some other calculated  full mettle jacket?</p>
<p>Pre-ground TV war clips of Saddam with Russians had Big-H in his  Stalinist winter top coat - perhaps he was just back from Kuwait City -  and every body else dressed in a suit. Except the Russian envoy was  wearing a sweater beneath his jacket. Did we actually blow the  thermostat that keeps Saddamie's Wonderland underground castle at ground  level temperature? Or doesn't he live there anymore?</p>
<p>Who can stomach the stench of a hundred four year olds burned to a crisp  from another concrete slicing smart-rock? Was this our bull's eye  Tomahawk view of how David slew Goliath? The Iraqi mother's curdling  bomb shelter blood makes my TV screen sticky. I click the remote but  keep coming up with the same scene. It must be proper-gander. By lantern  light, those Iraqi mothers were sewing uniforms and bandages in that  military installation.</p>
<p>It's the first and only Sunday of the One Hundred Hours War. Peter  Jennings blips to the front where Egyptian GI's are guarding some  captured Iraqis. A wounded and bloody Iraqi, chest naked, is supported  by two of his captors. Panning for the camera, he turns and happily  kisses his guard on the cheek. The news bite is finished. They lower  Saddam's limp warrior to the ground. I start to shudder. We all shudder.</p>
<p>Was it so necessary to smart-rock a shelter in Baghdad with the  meteor-phoric theater hundreds of miles away? Who is civilly deceiving  who? The night they gruesomely snuffed that shelter's lantern light  Chief Pet-Rock-Starts-From-Here had already scheduled the ground date  for assault! Whatever happened to president Bushberg's law of  diminishing returns? What crude ironic script is this for the poor Iraqi  conscript, tied behind Bull's catapult? How sweet it is, whence that  lucky survivor of laser-guided long bow's avalanche marches home to find  his kids crisp'nd and wife decapitated.</p>
<p>Their blood, uniformly, is on all of our hands and the future - our kids  - will pay through the nose for those million dollar smart-rocks. Turns  out Bushberg's thousand points of light were indeed a thousand running  lights, flares, and concrete plowing smart shares every night.</p>
<p>How come Boss Oval jumped the gun by thirty-six hours and rang the bell -  killing the scene - when Hussein was only on the ropes? We knew in  advance it was Tyson with socks from jump street. Out-classed and out  flanked, Saddam's great mother in the sun - the she of all battles - was  a shoeless, lay-down whore. Even Saddam's so-called elite crack troops  could not stand up from our punch. So suckered in once again, we bought  the promoter's pitch and paid a sheik's ransom for guaranteed ringside  seats.</p>
<p>Go tell Chief Thousand-Lights-of-the-Seven-Minute-Attention-Span, that  unless he wants to be a one-berm president, having let Saddam off the  hook by allowing him to call it quits simply will not stand, down  stream, with the American people. Not on election day with the road  unclear. Tell Captain Pork-Rind that "Saddam Hussein, the dictator," is  not, nor would he ever, "step aside," cum splash creme de la creme  pirouette. That's not the way they dance over there. Furthermore, the  scripture reading American public senses a giant light at the end of the  beltway's fascist tunnel.</p>
<p>Who - is that giant coming down the aisle? Is it Imam Mohammed thru the  smokey haze, or Criss-Dough The Cross Walker, Jesus of Naz, munching on  ham, provolone and rye? Or is it our long-awaited <em>Cosmic Wrapper,</em> finely uncloaked for the main event - ready to uncork on us with  Daddy's Most Ancient Drench? Or is it only pre-electoral lull before  demos spin and bored with Albert of Gore, we all go for the gourd and  take a Gore-bore-bye?</p>
<p>Schwarzkopf calls the casualty count, "miraculous." Bible thumpers will  tell you from whence all the world's "miracles" come. After we do a  floor cleaning sweep, using up fresh carpet bombs, who is it going for a  stroll, shoulder to shoulder, with long handle rakes, searching for  unborn land mines? Bechtel? Allah will protect the Iraqis clean up  cruise. Let them wear kevlar.</p>
<p>Schwarzkopf announces he's laid down the law to those Iraqi field  commanders. We are to be exchanging POW's right away. Whose idea was  that? It's clear why Norm didn't order the surrendered Republican Guard  to hold fast where they were - the smart military move when you're on  the winning side - keep your options - he was, (could I have that in  writing), faxed by higher ups to let them go! Presidents always stick  together - it's the Eleventh Commandment's part of the back-water status  quo.</p>
<p>How many dozen of our guys did Iraq hold prisoner of war? Would leaving  them where they were for a few weeks longer have hurt? What a great  nation-wide parade we could have had - at once honoring all of our  troops via ticker tape shower for those captured few.</p>
<p>Scopalomine is regularly used in our hospitals. In some cases, like  before disk surgery - when Dr. Serrated wants chat with the patient and  have the Vic talk back, while sedated - it works great. The patient  doesn't even remember getting the scopalomine. Or what he said. Or what  was asked. How else to have separated the poor front-line conscripts  from those roving death squads and other barbarians who torched the oil  fields and tortured the innocent of Kuwait City?</p>
<p>Would administering scopalomine to even a couple hundred thousand  prisoners have been so complicated after the logistical feat we've just  accomplished. We, the people want to video-tape everything for  Nurem-wadiberg. The barracks could be rigged to look like hospitals -  big red crescent on the door - long rows of svelte horse-pistol beds  with clean sheets - the latest in high-tech hidden cameras and consumer  microphonics.</p>
<p>"Come here my little Iraqi prisoner sweetheart let me hook up your vein  for a shot of vitamins. Lie down here." And after the questions were  answered, and we found out who was who, we could have carted them  surreptitiously out the back door and separated them there - some would  get a shower. A real shower. And some would have gone back behind barbed  wire.</p>
<p>We should have been giving Saddam's uncultured battered troops a couple  three days of leaflets - as long as it would have taken to swell the  ground with 4x4 ScorpionsÑbecause, even today, having gone this far, the  American people, especially our guys over there, would gladly opt for  this total Iraqi military machine intact - brought back as our guests in  Kuwait; and, while we await the grand exchange that includes a live  Saddam, and Terry Anderson on the same plane - what a scoop for Terry -  let them eat flat bread and pork fried rice when they aren't cleaning  beaches, Saddamfitti, and well heads.</p>
<p>When a dangerous animal escapes from the zoo we chase the beast from at  least a car length away and shoot him with a tranquilizer. In the event  Saddam's post war plans don't match ours, which they don't, this is how  we should be dealing with his Republican Guards, and what's left of the  rest of his army, too: hold tight our horse's reins, and tranquilize  them some more - with the latest in pet rockology.</p>
<p>In the skirmish, we are superb, with a great punch on the ground. We own  the heaven's reach. Not-with-standing our trump - the dirtiest one  hundred twenty thousand dozen in the jail yards of America frothing at  the mouth - what the Iraqis military failed to understand is that every  American over there had their lights punched out at least once by the  time they were sixteen years old. But did we have to get so close to  these Sad-damly misled, frightened, trapped Iraqis? Why did we chance  even one of us getting shot in the foot?</p>
<p>It's obvious from viewing the surrendering forces that we'd rendered  them helpless - even with a just cause, like Jihad and country, there  wasn't any taste for battle in the Iraqis. Not after all those  smart-rocks from above. We ought to have eased up on the stick and  quelled Chief Thousand Lights' handlers in their thirst for  how-do-I-get-re-elected-blood-footage because, it could happen that we  all end up going down the Abu Nye Dolly Road, choking on our own.</p>
<p>Isn't goody two shoes also for the gander? When George Washington  crossed the Delaware he didn't wait for a warm spring day. He went in  the dead of night at the height of winter's holiday. But our  ribbon-chests couldn't wait to propose their date-wine to Chief Thousand  Lights because, in their hearts, they saw their brutal Europeon theater  machines would not hold a candle to Saudi Mother Nature's guaranteed  hurrah: swirling sand storms and furious summer heat.</p>
<p>But the tough rams (Dodge variety) could have-can handle the job. So can  the Fords, GMC's, Jeeps and Chevs were we to dispatch them today. The  rag-tag army of Chad routed the Lybians. They sent those Lybian tanks  packing - demolished them with shoulder launched Sams and mounted Tows  on a fleet of used Toyota trucks. Scorpion's delight: maneuverability,  great speed, high mpg, and even at the sticker price - militarily  speaking - cheap!</p>
<p>This season past, 1991, every fifth Christmas tree had beneath a spiffy  radio remote dune buggy good for speed up to forty mph. We could have  shipped a batch of 4x4 Big Feet, the trucks with those humongous  story-high tires. Loaded with plastic, these orphan variety, remote  driven Beirut babies might have saved some lives. Concerned about heat  seeking missiles? Delete the heat with battery pack-run motors! Or is  Bush's financial law of diminishing returns somehow amiss in the Savings  and Life equation.</p>
<p>The grief stricken father grieves for his beautiful son, "He promised  me. He promised me he would be coming home." You and I - we all cry. Has  our President's speech-writing team bothered to zip out any machine  gun-signatured ‘thank-you´ notes to those good folk whose Johnnys aren't  marching home with Amazing Grace, but instead are homeward bound, their  souls entwined with their bodies bagged?</p>
<p>We know the Chief did not personally type a word, "signed by me," as is  his perpetual buddy-boy habit to registered repubbies. Did his speech  team snatch a line from Lincoln? Were any of this shoddy chief's words  of his own self-making, his (expletive deleted) letters would have been  quietly leaked already by his stuffed-shirt hallowed men, the  oval-officians, or at least press released by the faithful dead kid's  kin.</p>
<p>The desert spring-time storms could have worked for us in the right kind  of vehicle; and can work for us today! The Mobile people will tell you  their synthetic oil was first tested for durability in the land of Saud.  The pre-war Scorpion rules of the road were obvious: anything going to  the theater gets obliterated (resupply trucks, food, water), and in the  aftermath - anything running from the scorpion freedom fighters back to  Baghdad (with Kuwaiti or any civilian hostages) gets disabled. In case  of the latter, call for Chinooks with pork fried rice for the bad guys.</p>
<p>From the mouths of selected elected and news-maker pundits are so many  miffs and smudged realities demanding dispensation, like Saddam, the  martyr. Martyrdom's prerequisite is a trip through The Pearly Gates.  Next.</p>
<p>The Fourth Estate is the guardian of democratic diversity. Anyone who  believes that votes. Print journalists mentioning the King by name all  punctuate with, ‘super master of diplomacy´ or words to that effect.  This is boss boot-licking job insurance and a fascist's plastic ticket  to the East Room:</p>
<p>‘Hail Rolodex Conquistador vacates, the wind and waves of  dipper-loam-attic dissent sliced through. All Hail the Helmsman  Concerting Chief of Choppiness, one handedly nations vast and hesitant  are dip-lassoed! A sea of newsprint proclaims it! Whose on first?'  Slipping into bifocal mode one smells the Millie-poo: vote silver-crust  Guppy-Skipper George, master of nothing save horse shoes, pork, and  cigarette boaters vote George oar sublimely be - buy the next Atwater  thwacked!</p>
<p>In today's world, any by-lined reportage printed in any American daily  that sheds even a light shard on the day's events has quotes attributed  to, "spoken on condition of remaining anonymous." Who is this guy, Anon?  Is he the key over-riding resident micro in every reporter's electronic  notebook?</p>
<p>The Kuwaiti freedom fighter talks to the cam-recorder about freedom,  Bush, and (Carter's legacy) human rights; but his face is totally  covered so he cannot be identified. The poor Baghdadi begs beneath his  breath, "Please get away the government is watching." What distinguishes  the three from each other is simply degree.</p>
<p>Khomeini was a fundamentalist kook. Dummies! Allah-tell-ya the Imam  Ayatollah, may his soul rest with HaShem for eternity, was a holy man!  Khomeini was a True Holy Man with close Big-Al connections. He pushed  the Shah off the Iranian throne with audio cassettes vis-a-vis from a  tent set up in a suburb of Paris! But Khomeini had duodenal probs and  the old man died of bitter heart - Big-Al (Allah aka HaShem) closed his  case - his fundamentalist sweep was only a dream swept with his soul -  at final rest with G-d (Yoo-Hoo) - not unrest - in the barren desert.  You should have been listening when Khomeini called for Saddam Hussein's  head on a platter. Instead you fed Saddam because the Holy Ayatollah  tweaked your nose. Next.</p>
<p>Whose fault? Start with Genie the K , the Reaganite ambassa-duress who  long-lived Argentina, swilling California brut, filling her gullet with  beef tartare on the night those Argentineans thought they'd exocet the  British Empire. But don't blame April Glaspie, a life-time pro who no  doubt has a drawer full of cables instructing her to inform Saddam (Big  H) we care not a whit for oil well border disputes in the desert.</p>
<p>Blame Armageddon on Maggie the Thatch, the Churchillian lady who blew  some sense in Chief Waffle's ear at their Aspen, Colorado meeting on  August 2nd. Six minutes flat and Thatcho told Thousand Lights that they,  the Brits, would not let it stand - in effect - we are a smaller nation  so when push comes to shove we shall nuke Saddam Hussein, that suck -  and take back the booty. The ousted yet steadfast <em>Thatcho</em> triumphantly said as much when beltway lunching with the power pretzels. But during that week of which <em>eye</em> speak, Chief Waffle's favorite pundits were sloughing off the Kuwaiti affair as a bank heist. Next.</p>
<p>Hold still pretzel-tasters of the deep seated eye-ball, seekers of sense  in the slurry. The stuff about nuclear devising Hussein was Maggie's  method for goosing Wobble King George of Squirrel into leadership's  requirement - a hard roll to the righteous; for allowing the Kuwaitis of  Kuwait City to be denied international justice, like the poor  Cambodians of Pnom Penh before them; and so many other peoples in  far-away places - was wrong. That much will be in her memoirs.</p>
<p>Besides ants-in-their-pants, the very oily, well off fleet-of-foot  Kuwaitis, unlike the Cambodians, had deep-pockets full of  internationally financed buckskins and were in facto the land lords of  Fleet Street should also be in her memoirs. Awaken from thy slepen  Thatcho thwackers - it's in the witten wingo! "Will not stand" is Maggie  speak! Winston Churchill Maggie Speak.</p>
<p>Were that phraseology common to King George of the Gain-full Capitol, Mr  Tax'm past the hem stir up-to-and past the hemoroid might have there  professed, after vicious Debate with Geraldine of Queens, "I buttoned  her up because she was rebuttable," instead of that typical boys only  clubby-low intelleto crap, "I kicked her butt," from whence Chief Oval's   mouth, dost usually flows undiapered.</p>
<p>Find John Anderson guilty of co-opting oratory instead of Grecian  Formula. He poofed and scoffed that Reagan's years (recollect 'im) would  be smoke and mirrors. Golly. Smoke and mirrors for eight. Beltway  political handlers immediately purchased forever-flamatory no-light  smudge pots.</p>
<p>How do we clear the haze? Outlaw tobacco - that's a step; whilst any old  grinch or black-listed articulate advancing with an ounce of sense oar  even a column inch of clarity is tapped, squelched, thwacked and  permanently besmirched. Can anyone blame the innocent, sensitive nose  for refusing to participate? On State of the Union night, that hawk of  New Yawk, the anonymous upper left hack of The New York <em>Slimes</em> proclaimed that for Conquistador "I won the war doeuvre" George, it was,  undeniably, "his night in the sun." Nah. The drivel and the swoon in  the house of double-dribble was closer to Darkness At Noon.</p>
<p>The folks at home don't need HD-TV to sense the seat of democracy has  become a smug stereo mix of high horse belligerence, and the people's  legislative house a private club-full of public liars. People can see as  much - smell thru their own home screen lookin  at the House, full  scene, that the lead grand dame is a smugletarian switch who cares as  much for readin' and writin' as my pet lizard.</p>
<p>Sweet dearest of humidified publishers, most humble vane-glorious of  editors, distinguished exalted newsstand readers, snooty subscriber -  when was the last time you ever thought, or said to your pre-teen  peace-buttoned kid, "someday when you grow up you can run for the job  and get to be the president; or vice-president; senator; how 'bout  congressman?" Never! Unless you're upper-crusted from the super rich,  and say, "Danny boy go play a round of golf and don't worry kid when  you're old enough I'll get you a seat in the House."</p>
<p>We despise the fascist and yet a smudge pot maven on the payroll is  today's congressional rule of law. We are all surrounded by smoke and  spook-house mirrors, lest our <em>knot-sea</em> sight be clear that smoke  unt mirrors were Herr Goebbel's tools: "Wear this yellow star , baby -  all we want to do is see who you are." And then, "All aboard Yuden -  it's the Treblinka-Babyar Express - tomorrow you will be safe from the  bombs in a work camp."</p>
<p>C-SPAN, America's Network is fascist. They operate, as classic fascists  always have, from above, and outside the law, without a license. Are you  above the law, scoffer? Does the truth make you squirm?</p>
<p>Freedom of Speech is the essence of our country. It was the original  frame-makers who said that, "Congress shall make no laws that  abridge...;" and the Tele-Communication Laws of Political Broadcasting,  written by a long departed Congress, extend that Freedom of Speech  concept: Law 315 is equal-time opportunities, of which there aren't any -  never were - because anything from a congress-person's nit-picking  their nose in public to a dribble-bate qualifies as a broadcast news  event - and is therefore exempt. So what.</p>
<p>Not-with-standing the internet that levels every field, all us smart  guys of the deep care not a whit about telecommunications 315, for in  the same laminate breath Congress protected the rights of any and all  legally qualified individual candidates for federal office to pick their  own time and date to create their own individual opportunity for  exercising that unalienable unbridgeable right to give or make an  uncensored political speech primarily on behalf of an informed  electorate and of course their own campaigns.</p>
<p>This is Communications Law 312(A)(7), the natural extension of a street  corner blast into everybody's living room where the potentially informed  electorate might care to turn it on, tune in and/or drop off to sleep.</p>
<p>As the 315 equal-time opportunity for speech is diminished, so its  guaranteed cashier's check and balance - 312(A)(7) increases; the more  so with proliferating broadcast possibilities - and the unalienable  right of any individual, and that individual's sacrosanct right to  request access time of the studio of their choice for purposes of giving  a televised political speech, and be given or sold that time, is not  only protected but also has to be honored - or else loose yer licence to  broadcast - because in <em>Amedica,</em> Freedom of Speech takes precedence even over Freedom of The New York <em>Slimes</em> to be the Pretzel of Wreckurd.</p>
<p>In the world's kulture, created by individuals - not committees - the  world's most highest form of art is the High Art of Poesies. But under  312(A)(7), the main game of Contemporary America's Practical Art of  Televised Politics, where Political Speech begins and is defined as our  highest form thereof; under this regulated electronic framework for  speech, our most basic freedom, is practiced the highest form of  slickery and smudge thickery. What else is new?</p>
<p>Oh awaken potent candidates! Inventive Mothers Against Body Bags invoke  312(A)(7) - printo numbers parenz parenz - don't spell-lid out - your  quest for time on air is fair pro-forma fair - the net cannot refuse to  sell nor PBS refuse to give! You didn't know it is by law invoked these  smudge-pot double dealers in spook-house mirrors slap this crap in your  face every night - pollute your living room, besmirchin' their foes with  self servin' electoral info-mercials.</p>
<p>How sonic that law protecting broadcast television's slime of election  time was actually written and originally designed to protect unmitigated  free political speech, with the privileged broadcast rights of those  legally qualified candidates for federal office to present to the  station of their choice a prerecorded 30 second blip, only an  afterthought. How the times have been a chain-gin for the versed.</p>
<p>But over the past two decades, the Federal Ex-Communication Commission's  policy, by its own self-promulgation - has been to protect the arrogant  stations and indiscriminately railroad any and all outsider individual  candidate's rights of unmitigated political speech into oblivion. These  unknown candidates' frustraneous experience - the plight of these  oblivionated potential public servants with the stations; and then,  after complaint, their lost-at-sea redress before the FCC's Enforcement  Division - 'tis a whole other grog, bubbling in the oven: "312(A)(7) or  Siberia. Standing Look Out for Public Office Aboard the S.S. F.C.C.  Treblinka."</p>
<p>Technically, C-SCAM is cable but the Commissioners have never seen fit,  on their own, to make cable companies accountable to Freedom of Speech  laws that were written before cable was invented because in many states,  local franchise rules require the cable company to maintain a studio  for some public access. But C-Span isn't local - it only plays out in  the localities. C-Span uses the public's air waves to broadcast via  satellite link. And these signal carrying air waves and licensed  satellites indisputably belong to us guys - we, the people.</p>
<p>Incumbents are bent on holding office in order to keep up income -  that's why we calls 'em incum-bents. Their self-serving laws of pacs and  political bucks are always shifting gears every year so incumbents'  re-election cart wheels stay well oiled with their motors running -  Taxi-Pac-adermists - to cart away the greenbacks, whilst the outsider  candidate's tireless cart wheels won't spin with the motor's distributor  caps damaged or missing so you can't jump-start your campaign without  your mother's social security check. And failure to declare that as loan  guarantees a five thousand dollar fine from the Federal Election  Commission, seizure of your property <em>oar</em> jail term. Such is the present day smudge pot ski-modum to the bottom.</p>
<p>But when the twenty-four hour, three hundred sixty-five days a year,  continuously running, cable industry financed, federally focused,  strictly politically self-dedicated C-SPAN network, whose dedication is  gavel-to-gavel dubble channel coverage of both houses of the U.S.  Congress and, in its holy spare time, is devoted to airing a mixture of  voices in the civic extrapolation of our nation's public affairs,  voluntarily <em>adheres</em> to 312(A)(7), which is that natural extension  of our most basic of freedoms - a politically inspired street corner  speech by a candidate - extended via television into everybody's living  room - as noted above, the F.C.C. administered Law of Political  Broadcasting, which the Congress wrote to afford any legally qualified  individual that privileged right, on behalf of an informed electorate,  to request and be awarded television time to give a political speech on  behalf of his or her own campaign for federal office, then the whole  elect-oral equestrian equation changes.</p>
<p>The broadcast live speeches of candidates would be on a level playing  field. Whose afraid of a liddle speech-liddle speech? You out dare? Who  is that ovalian woopie coming from inside the loop with tele-promptered  verbal bat? Is it blessed grand eloquence of ancient variety (Yoo-Hoo)?  Nah. It must be slothy loaf of tummy John Sununu; oar izit that great  political zit - el prezo-dental's main-man-Dan of the single  digit-gidget intelly-Q.</p>
<p>We, the people are long overdue for a leader and it's high time we outen  these low-ball politico sludge dumpers whose authority is a mock-up of  democracy. One likens the old Bush groups' fear of unmitigated political  <em>sprechens</em> to a fade from their golfie's course - 'cause one good  sprechen is all it's going to take, and then or now,  fluke's  delight-splash-home - bye bye parfait - it's par for their shoddy golf  course of force 'cause from sea to shining sea the vast unregistered  majority of the American people will have spoken.</p>
<p>One great airing of common sense clarity is all it's gunna take for  lapsing and collapsing George Dubyuh Herby-Stalker's dream shield of  dump-sight schemes.</p>
<p>Of course, in cahoots with anointed Fourth Estaters, their deck is  stacked against innocense, truth, and the American way; but we are  livin' on the good ship mother <em>urf</em> and every four years, for a moment in time, because of internet the cards are dealt out evenly, with rhyme.</p>
<p>Due eye dare - does Drenchman fear to scape the goat of slender humpty  dumpty? Course knot! What a matchup! Who could resist such a strike -  the Vicar of Care playing hide the Saddammy in all the downtown Derrys,  and giving those Bushbergs a little taste of their own Basra.</p>
<p>Oh Humpt O' Dump-dough and all our election's campaign horses will rise  again, unscratched, standing together-straight at the gate - like  two-hundred million some-odd <em>e-quill</em>-bourne spermies, at once  jolted up the falope, like Snake River sock-eye salmon going up the  great Washington, scents of perfume in the fluid that signals their  tales to get with wiggle - the oval door sheez ajar - to be like those  oval-yin  seeking spermies, up-right at the start, where our Bill of  Rights drafters, this great nation's foundling fathers, the  constitution's frame-makers, meant them to be: before the cart!</p>
<p>Ah! Sweet diversity! C-SPAN's Empty Road to the White House might even  display a freshman from the Congress, galloping away, or Drenchman of  (Yoo-Hoo) Depot, the smart guy seasoned, self-anointed with rhyme and  reason.</p>
<p>The simple adherence by C-SPAN to the Freedom of Speech aspect of The  Bill of Rights, as expressed in long time standing telecommunications  law - the broadcast television privilege we afford any legally qualified  individual candidates for federal office who, by virtue of their  declaration, are afforded the optional privilege of cutting their own  path with uncensored political speech on behalf of their candidacy and  an informed electorate is actually the short and long term key for  attaining lasting world peace and food chain harmony on the good ship  mother earth because then those folks with the best inner-suits won't  fear to come forward and state their own cases for nomination and  election to public office.</p>
<p>Ah grasshoppers, you lurn so quick. That's why some of the states have  such complicated thickets on the path-way to ballot status - those  boney-fiddles of candidates; because, when you are on the ballot your  bona fide candidacy cannot be questioned by the TV station and, by law,  the stations must give or sell you the time on air in prime. When was  the last time you heard a spontaneous, unrehearsed political speech on  TV by any stand alone, individual candidate?</p>
<p>Not since New Hampshire in '88 when the Unknown Candidate booked himself  via 312(A)(7) request, a half hour speech, chopped down by the station  from original request for a full, three hour evening, slow talkin' with  the folks at home, on New Hampshire PBS. Illegally, with willfull  erroneousness, the station ripped the candidate for more than five  hundred dollars in studio time and then provided college students who  had never been on the floor of a TV studio before that night to operate  the two TV cameras. In the newspaper's TV program listings they had the  slot listed, Motor Week, instead of, "Political Speech" so the only  audience was oil-change freaks, or people chance called to be clicking  their remote.</p>
<p>The candidate, registered with Abe Lincoln, estimated five hundred  people in New Hampshire saw him speak. Of them, half couldn't vote for  him, being either demos, kids, or unregistered participants. Of the  remaining two hundred fifty, one hundred twenty, give or take a few,  were registered repubbies, and of them, forty-two did cast their ballot  for him. The most votes tabbed with the least bucks spent. Hmmm.</p>
<p>What's wrong with the write-in ballot, grasshopper? Nothing. Basic  literacy is paramount in a richly diverse, informed electorate - the key  to a functioning democracy, and citizens ought to be capable of and  should be required to write down the candidate's name or they don't  deserve to have them as public servants.</p>
<p>But from the wood-be candidate's point of view, when you can't get on  the ballot because it's too soon for petitionary application - or you  get bounced off three days after you get on for failure to dot a "T" on  yer petition - or the state doesn't have ballots but does its political  business very old fashioned with living and/or school room caucus -  unless you're anointed by the big-time Netties in advance, and they  won't anoint or bless any candidacy unless said candidate has first gone  'round corrupting their own character, begging bucks off richly  tentacled scummies, whelp, yer out of focus, sucker and out of luck  before you start because you can't prove who you are!</p>
<p>The stations look at your candidacy and say, "Prove it." Alll aboard  wood-bees - your campaign train is loaded - leavin' in a blink baby down  the campaign trail to Treblink.</p>
<p>The fascist smudge potter immediately hollers, "Then everyone would want  to speak." So what. With the internet, everyone can speak. Out of two  hundred sixty million Americans, every four years, approximately a  couple hundred citizens by-pass the dead-fishy smells of local political  pros, and declare themselves candidates for the top Oval job by calling  a pretzel conference and filing their committee name with the Federal  Election Commission.</p>
<p>Is that twice less than .0001 %? Not a whole lot of candidates for  president, and of these unknown wood-bees, how many have a website on  behalf of their candidacy?</p>
<p>In the last twenty years one can count on one hand the actual number of  requests to TV stations for access for purposes of giving a political  speech that the stations or the FCC has had to deal with, from <em>outsider</em> candidates for the office of president of the United States. Count on  two hands the complaints of candidates for the house and senate.</p>
<p>The political smudge pot smoke and mirror handlers know all about  312(A)(7) law - it's what they invoke with the stations when they want  to jam some more mud slingery down your throat the night before you're  supposed to re-ratify <em>their</em> social contract by casting your vote.  Of course we can't blame the majority who choose not to participate.  It's bad enough their children are made Commandment breakers or cannon  fodder and body-bagged without a prayer - one cannot fairly expect  people to vote for more of this when - channel to channel - they don't  see a remote clicks bit-a-diff between any and all the un-candid-scapes.</p>
<p>Are the outsider candidates for federal office cognizant of their rights  to free access for purposes of speech with the rate-less PBS network?  Yes and know. In 1988, that so-called fighter for all the little guys,  Mark Green, ran in a democratic primary against the millionaire, John  Dyson. J.D. actually spent six million dollars on broadcast television  commercials. But Green won the primary on a shoe-string knotted by tons  of Nadar-kite volunteers who had, unpaid, given their candidate  thousands of hours doing campaign drudgery, like urging demos to please  vote in the primary and give the senatorial nod to their leader, Mark  Green, the consumer's consummate battler for all the little guys.</p>
<p>During the campaign run for election Marco Energetica was all over the  place conducting bizarre, confusing media hypes, like running off at the  mouth in the hall outside Alfonzi Scumato's office with live baby pig,  accusing the incumbo rodent faced pack-rat senator of either being too  much or not enough of a porker for the good citizens of New York.  Green's TV commercials were a series of back and white still shots -  Marko chasing down the street with mentor Ralph Nader; Marco playing  round-ball with somebody's kids. Marko lost.</p>
<p>Green was entitled to request as much as three hours with PBS state-wide  - and could have spent an evening with the voters, surrounded by wife  and family. All he had to do was ask! Carefully, he could have shredded  the incumbent rodent's record and stated outright what every New York  state voter, whether demo or repo knows: that Alphonse D'Amato was a sad  replacement for Jacob Javits who could have served out one last term,  were it not for the ultimately fatal health issues raised by Scumato!</p>
<p>Green could have lauded Jacob Javits who was universally respected.  Liberal Jewish repubbies, feeling their favorite emotion - guilty -  would have crossed party lines and voted for Green. Today he'd be the  junior senator from New York State. But any candidate ignorant of their  rights to televised speech under the law, or unwilling to exercise those  rights doesn't deserve to hold a federal office. Besides, it pays to  lose.</p>
<p>Lenora Fulani characterizes herself as the mayor of Harlem. She ran for  president of USA in 1988. She achieved ballot status in all fifty states  and furthermore claims that her party, back in '91, the New Alliance  Party (NAP), is the only progressive party of the progressive democratic  left. All she needed to establish Federal Communication Commission  bonafides entitling her to legally request and be granted hours of prime  time on the whole PBS network was ballot status in ten states.</p>
<p>Achieving ballot status, that undeniable proof of candidacy, in only ten  states, satisfies the FCC's qualification for media broadcast access  nationwide to give a political speech. Drenchman,the Unknown Candidate,  our man from (Yoo-Hoo), wrote Fulani a letter, challenging her to a  series of debates for the New Alliance Party nomination, the debates to  be held on 356 PBS stations throughout the summer of '88. What a  refreshing alternative we could have had to those milk-toast panels of  Demo would-bees!</p>
<p>She wrote back to the Candid-One that her own people had worked hard  petitioning for her ballot status and she wasn't about to share her  platform or even meet with anyone she'd never heard of - and that  furthermore, the Candid-One appeared counter productive to her NAP  movement, specifically the post-Jacksonian realignment of Blax, Jacks,  Jewzies and Black-eye, pea-pie, neo-zapped yippies from within. It  didn't matter to her that she was virtually guaranteed the nod from her  own personal poli-party, regardless what was happening, or what could  have been taking place on the politically televised, officially  recognized, anointed landscape of pre-convention candidacies.</p>
<p>She either lost out on a great opportunity for reaching the American  voting public, via television , which is what these leftie-pinko groups  all claim they seek; or she really doesn't care to reach the American  people and would much rather be running around the country - qualified  for matching funds, having raised 5-K in twenty states - acting like a  candidate - always going to the next speech engagement, complaining "the  system" is rigged against her getting any message out when the fact  isÑLenora Fulani-babe doesn't have any message, except, ÒJoin my party  and work under me!Ó</p>
<p>Fulani made a little pre-electoral stink, claiming equal opportunities under FCC law 315, and she sued <em>The Leg of Vermin Voters</em> for access to the Democratic  Party's debate platforms, claiming <em>The Leg</em> had no legal grounds for shutting her out because she was on the  ballot. What a load of fascist crap! All Fulani had to do was ask the  PBS network for her own time. She could have requested an hour for  herself  for every hour the demos were busily undy-bating Gary Hart.</p>
<p>Fulani was made aware of her rights. The Unknown Candidate sent her a  photo-copy of the actual law along with a weeks-in-advance, lost in the  memory shuffle, front page press preview about the political speech that  our favorite dark horse, the Unknown Canto, gave on New Hampshire PBS.  Fulani-babe is a professional candidate who only appears to be for the <em>reel.</em> Ah, lads and ladies, such sad lip-offs inside yea oldie, Facsist Bureaucracy Infiltrated (FBI) pregressive bereft.</p>
<p>But you could be telling your kids from the time they're rug rats, "  listen up you paraplegic pip-squeak you wanna be president when yer old  enough fine then wheel yourself into the C-SPAN studio some afternoon  and give a live speech on behalf of yourself. You can even use the  hook-up to take calls from the citizenry at large but because yer a  candidate you are entitled to have it arranged so you only get questions  from reporters in newsrooms all over the country who might wanna write  about you. Plus it's a good way to avoid partisan squabbles when yer  just starting out."</p>
<p>"I gave you thirty bucks to make buttons so you could run for seventh  grade class president and that's it! I've had it with donations for your  political campaigns. Talk some sense to the folks and bring along your  toy tow truck to hoist a copy of Volume 17 Code of Federal Regulations -  tell the voters that in your spare time as president you'd see all the  coda gets rewritten and simplified - who knows, maybe some simpleton  shlep will be inspired to check off a buck or two direct so you can  catch the next greyhound otta here and go hopping down the campaign  trail."</p>
<p>Generally, incumbent candidates run away from straight-up unblinking  eye-ball to eye-ball confrontations with the public. Televised panels  with advanced questions by the select few are classified: "Debates" but  it turns out that's the only semantic debatable because seasoned  big-buck backered candidates prefer the public remain uninformed and  keeping them in the dark is the first commandment of smudge pottery and  spook house mirrors that emanates from beltway city.</p>
<p>The whole pork-barrel pig-sucker congress of the United States knows all  about this convenient glitch in the structure of telecommunication law  which keeps 312(A)(7) from being applied to cable, specifically C-SPAN's  network, which is, upon application of the law, clearly that main-gate  starting out place for political speech by declared presidential  candidates - the one cable network where the feasibility exists for a  giant intellect strapped in a wheel chair to have as fair an opportunity  with an informed, voting electorate as anyone else!</p>
<p>Of course the pork-barrel pig suckers were euphoric, both on the C-SPAN  and on the floor of the House, publicly patting themselves on the back  when they made it law, requiring access ramps into federal buildings for  the wheelie crowd, while ignoring access into that most public of  places possible for the electronic transmission of political speech -  your living room.</p>
<p>It's obvious that a lone person, sans command team of well paid lawyers,  cannot straighten out this glitch which the Federal Ex-Communication  Commissioners, feigning ignorance, have left in the law. And the C-SPAN  operators won't even acknowledge any candidate's request for access. But  all day long C-SPAN is tellin' the shut-in news junky folks at home,  along with kids in schools and news room journalists in Duboink City,  "We are covering everything - all the candidates - isn't America great?"  Thus that old alll aboard bell-wringer: fascist!</p>
<p>This issue was presented/raised with the folks at C-SPAN back in 1988.   Like Herr Goebbles, they scoffed. So what's a lowly candidate to do what  with the chummy relationships these scummies maintain with print  journalists on their morning call-in interviews; and the same chumminess  with various congress-persons they have on for their evening call-ins -  the free standing individual American freedom fighter needs a whole  team of pro-bono (dirty word) lawyers willing to go the long  frustraneous haul on the road to hauling the C-SPAN scammers into open  court because this is beyond the pale of any sing-you-lurn individ-ual -  even for Drenchman, falsity's comical stripper from the deep - it can't  be a done deal until the next century unless you gottum big buckskins,  news-sprint and/oar broadcast media support.</p>
<p>(ed note: this was written in Feb-March 1991. Since then we have the  greatest miracle of the soon-to-be-over 20th century : the internet /  www, so as you read, keep in mind the politics of media has been  irreversably altered since ancient 1991. With an imac dvd computer, over  the internet, a citizen can be become a world wide television  broadcaster w/ out permission from FCC).</p>
<p>Broadcast media support? The Netties? Ah, Netties, dontcha see the  writing on the wall? Yer loosing your viewership because, like a clock,  every two years the paid political handlers sledge your audience with  their insulting smudge-pot schlock - low grade stuff you would never let  fly in a <em>flee</em> market - so a young couple, saving for a house  throws their arms up in total disgust and decides to supplement their  VCR with basic cable.</p>
<p>Coming <em>veddy</em> soon: double-digital audio video. The tape <em>thaddle</em> play all day long on a thirty million instructions per second  work-station. We're talkin' fully colored monitor screened hardware,  combatively priced to sell next to a used car with a dented fender.  Netties! What will happen to you then when the six inch screen within  the screen is silently tuned on CNN, or Internet Amateur News - in case  of juicy plane crash or live fire? Your only guaranteed audience will be  that vast and growing underclass of people on public assistance who  can't afford to be cablified. Poor Netties, lets have another round of  golfies - between the links you can sell 'em a Benz instead of  Benzedrine.</p>
<p>Netties, dear Netties, how many unknown candidates wrote you letters,  looking for a little fair play and some access that you would not bother  to even grace with respectful answer? Suck the cable co., windless  Netties, yer stuck between a black rock and a hard attache case with all  your transgressions come back to haunt you from the gravity of sinking  viewership. Ah, ladies and lads, the stodgiest of headless, low rung  Netties knows they're on the short end of the shtick; furthermore, all  the Netties know full well that anything relating to rules unt regs that  govern political speech - that rattle chit-chattery before the FCC's  bar - cannot happen without their own opinions being dooley noted.</p>
<p>Soon the best thirty flickers from every year '30 thru '90 will be  instant hard copy, available 3-D'd on a plastic disk that fits in the  palm of your hand. A <em>liddle</em> kid will crawl out of bed on a  Saturday morn; slide up to the screen, click the on button and say,  "toons." Up will pop in 3-D eye the looney-est! Poor Netties.</p>
<p>How 312(A)(7) would play out on C-SPAN is obvious and the application of  these written broadcast laws in their present construction is  simpatico: the darker your campaign horse, the longer the lead time you  have to speak before caucus and balloting begins. Candidates get advance  listing in the C-SPAN Gazette, besides days-in-advance notice on the TV  screen so news rooms, etc., from around the nation can assign their  political reporters to tune in. The option of taking calls, or of taking  calls from people who identify themselves as journalists is up to the  candidate.</p>
<p>Worst case scenario: a legally qualified though totally zonko candidate  repeatedly requests ninety minute blocks of prime time during which the  information presented qualifies said candidate for the position of dog  catcher on an atoll. In that case editorials would appear all over the  country suggesting to C-SPAN that enough has been heard from the zero -  it was sad vaudevillian relief at first - but enough is enough. That is  the worst case scene, the experience of which I am sure we would all  live through.</p>
<p>The thirty-two incumbent candidates for reelection to the senate every  two years could be challenged on C-SPAN's senate channel by uncorrupted  outsiders because senators get money from all over the country so people  from all over the country ought to have the opportunity to see who is  running against who and exercise their televised opportunity to support  some outsider candidate's senatorial campaign!</p>
<p>Speech. Are we afraid of speech? C-SPAN is. Or those behind them are.  They have said, "We aren't under the FCC. Those laws don't have anything  to do with us because we aren't licensed by FCC so get the hell out of  here Mr. Wood-bee candidate we gave you a five minute slot interview as  we saw fit - told you in advance it would be a guaranteed spontaneous,  unplanned event and then suckered you with tripe like, "What´s your  southern strategy? So what. Beat it before we call a cop." What are they  afraid of?</p>
<p>The above quote is paraphrase of events as they actually did take place.  The C-SPAN would not allow our Unknown Canto to display his name and  address at the end of their grudging five minny glitch interview. They  refused to allow him even one minute out of the guaranteed five to share  or even display a few lines of his, "spoken poem writ for all mankind,"  and they heavy handedly disallowed his statement which justified his  being there - that from the Oval Office, doing an all channels world  wide dusk until dawn Homeric spoken thriller with every line a delicate  or indelicate sensible, multi-lingual rhyme - World Pizza - will our  prezo gib all a slice and establish World Peace by dawn is feasible, but  that such an innovative extrapolation of the global village concept is  not in the cards with our Canto only a private citizen.</p>
<p>Censorship of political speech is clearly against all the broadcast Laws  of Political Broadcasting and anyone pretending that C-SPAN isn't  broadcasting does not adhere to the concept of Bush as an upper crust<<p>Censorship of political speech is clearly against all the broadcast Laws  of Political Broadcasting and anyone pretending that C-SPAN isn't  broadcasting does not adhere to the concept of Bush as an upper crust  lumpkin who should be dumpsterized first chance you get with the trash.</p>
<p>Do they fear the candidate who has been asking for the opportunity to  spend an evening with the voting citizenry since the candidate was old  enough to qualify? Yes. Do they fear that someone is going to spell it  out plain for the American people? Yes. Do they fear the candidate who  wants to set up - upon election - 1600 Penn-Silly-Vain Yoo Scan - an  eighty-channel basic cable hook-up gratis for every household in  America, focusing on all the day-to-day business of the federal  government's executive branch  - White House cabinet meetings, all the  top and mid-level meetings taking place in all the stand-ing  commissions, with camera crew on watch in every hallway, so the citizens  can see what's going on in the lobby. Is that their fear, dear patient  reader? Lobby is short for lobster. Shine the light and they disappear;  or scurry along on the cocktail circuit.</p>
<p>Do they fear the above-inspired American man who quietly created his own  television script, characterized as spoken poem written to be spoken  chanted sung for all mankind on all channels world-vid TV? Are these  status unquotables afraid of the man with written down script that  foretold, twenty years in advance,  when-the-war-where-the-war-how-the-war-why-the war, and over what the  war would be fought; and how Armageddon, The Movie would end, including  who would be doing the fighting.</p>
<p>Does the status-unquota-billy-club fear our friendly unknown Drenchman  from the Dep, whose life support begins with keeping fit the unsplit  atom; and who, explaining with simple diagram how to cut your rent in  half and disinflate the whole world's economy so that in forty years  beer cost a nickle and space travel free, will clean the air, scape the  goats and blow away the scummies with clarity? Go already. Safe journey.</p>
<p>Are they fearin' the plan of the man in the chair who will, upon  election, jam down the throats of congress law allowing the chief  executive to contact, with written disclaimer, nearly every citizen ever  secretly scooped and profiled by our government, so that upon signature  of the citizen on the enclosed disclaimer, absolving the government of  liability from foul play, every one who is interested - without seeing outright who the dirty rat was  - though one can safely assume a profile  from a high school history class must have been generated by the  teacher - can find out for themselves how/why after six years of  straight A's in college with two degrees and a foreign language, they didn't get the job but ended up instead, pumping gas at their  father-in-law's truck stop in Hackensack. Is that their fear? Golly,  what else is new?</p>
<p>Are they scared the coming boss of Oval office will start his own daily  newspaper with all the best pics and juiciest international news briefs  scooping everyone else's so en masse, people start canceling their <em>Gurgle, Slimes,</em> and <em>Toast</em> subscriptions. Does it say anywhere in our constitution that the prezo can't edit, publish and write for his own newspaper?</p>
<p>Are the C-SPAN fascists, and those behind them worried that said,  Unknown Candidate, will get on the air and tell the ho-hum viewing  electorate about plans for his own TV, <em>Live At The White House,</em> an after dinner united family talk show he intends on hosting four  nights a week so everybody gets tomorrow's top stuff right from the  horses' mouth during the monologue. And follow that with, "In case the  ratings slip, I won't get re-elected," and then dead-pans, as he did for  me yesterday, an imitation couch potato tellin' his old lady, "Hey  Sarah, it's the guy who was on the ship forty days and forty nights."</p>
<p>Yeah, Drenchman scares all of them. But the Netties ought to like a show  like that. Which ever Nettie has the lowest ratings gets first pick in  the draft with proceeds going to the <em>gnational</em> trust.</p>
<p>Ah, such pertinent digress, dear fellows and gals.</p>
<p>Didn't the Iraqi people deserve the same chance as the Japanese? In 1945  the Jap-sin-easy, ruled by war-mongering fascists, were a frightened  traumatized nation. Many committed hara-kiri. The Iraqi people,  excluding the fascist Baathists, don't have to fear for their lives from  us.</p>
<p>While we were busily setting up the baathists with computers, did we bother to hack our way in from the embassy lines and copy-to-disk their  list of domestic spies in Saddam's employ for domestic represh and home  rule by fear? Or is U.S. intelligence gathering more selective over  there? Those disks should be printed out and published in post bellum  Iraq. Then Iraq's peace loving minority can straighten out their  barbaric internal affairs the way they've been doing for centuries, the old fashioned way.</p>
<p>Since when do we commit our blood to war and not have total victory our goal with surrender unconditional? <strong>Not since Veit Nam!</strong> How many lives would have been saved had surrender been total without  air conditioning. "Stand still varmints. Hold it right where you are.  Now, unbuckle yer holster, and toss your helicopter, truck and tank  keys, along with your ammo on the pile."</p>
<p>Without unconditional surrender, we didn't win anything!  Our high  school kids could be writing them a simplified democratic constitution  with representatives chosen by and from every village. The chosen reps  could serve in a congress for a one or two year berm and from that body,  elect someone to represent them on the world's stage. Outlaw the army,  like we did for the Japanese. One per cent of their budget only for  civil defence, with maybe a shoeless volunteer militia, and we unconditionally guaran-tee their sovereignty. Next case.</p>
<p>It is the first Sunday after the Hundred Hours War and Meet The Pretzel  host, Garrick Utley, queries the folks at home, "We are going to protect  Kuwait, so does that make Kuwait a protectorate?" Great! A commonwealth like Guam, or Puerto Rico. The Kuwaiti Emir can use his Boeing fleet  for ninety-nine dollar round trip fares from Newark to Kuwait City. Such  a deal - palace tours - all one hundred rooms with the emir himself  leading the way - "here is my own private bath. As you can see, though  my tub is merely marble, cut from a solid block, the commode, including  the seat, is solid gold from the floor bolts up. All of my door knobs  are diamond studded, because my palms itch." Hmm. Where oh where is the  toilet paper dispenser? Must be that svelte box of Kleenex.</p>
<p>Having liberated Kuwait, shouldn't it have been for the Kuwaiti people -  instead of the selfish Emir? Those Kuwaitis, on vacation when the  scum-bags from Baghdad began their pillage, could return immediately.  The disco dancers who fled the country instead of going underground  might stay on, for a while, with their emirish stipends where they are.  Our high school kids can write the Kuwaitis a democratic update of their  1962 constitution, too - what a New World Hors Doeuvre! The Kuwaitis can hold a referendum next year and vote their beloved Emir the powers  of Queen Elizabeth.</p>
<p>The Secretary of State flies around with pretense of solving the  Palestinian issue. More faque smokery, veils, and cheers from behind the  shears. When the Israelis hold an election, The New Yawk <em>Slimes</em> always notes, in its backpages, that the actual vote for whichever party  is going to be in power is decided by a Holy man - the Lubavitcher  Rebbe in Brooklyn. Were the Bushites really intent on solving the Middle  East problem they need not go farther than Eastern Parkway, in  Brooklyn, New York. But even the exalted president of United States can  not get an audience, munching on pork rinds. What a supreme diplomatic  gesture impossible for George: request a ritual bath with the Rebbe.</p>
<p>The Israelis get six hundred million in U.S. reparation bucks for a few  civilian casualties and a couple skud-bruised neighborhoods.  Stipulation: Saddam is off limits. Come Ramadan time, or shortly  thereafter, one of Saddam's doubles is going to Mecca. Headlines will  read: Saddam gets religion. His first cousin, Ali Hassan will be  installed new boss, and have your men from Mossad watching the airport  in Montevideo.</p>
<p>Baker flies home from middle east. On the super secure in-flight  telephone he talks to Chief Bushberg of the Buddy-boy Defunct  Imagination. "George, I went number two in King Fahd's private bathroom.  You gotta fly over and see for yourself the man has a commode solid  gold from the floor up - even the seat. And you should have seen the  tissue dispenser that good old boy King Fahd has. George is she one hell  of a pretty little Saudi thing." As though a mild closet anti-semiticle  white boy from Texas is going to solve any of the world's problems  trading dumb skud-yid-oven jokes with a bunch of spineless sheiks. Turns  out Bushman's New World Orders are yesterday's unimaginative ripening  crap in a fresh, sound bitten package.</p>
<p>We hear it all the time: Jordan is Palestine. Nope. Jordan is Israel,  and the east bank of that ancient river Jordan, the Volga. From there,  the first twenty miles, heading toward Mecca is Brighton Beach East.  Iraq is Palestine. Allah Bach-bra! Ship King Hussein, Little H., the  Hashemite King who claims an uncircumcised decent from Mohammed a  camel's ride across the desert to Baghdad, soon-to-be former main-place  mall of Big H., where all those big time Palestinian dudes like Nidal  and Yasir Arafat are hanging out already, and that's it until next week.</p>
<p>Meanwhile, King Hussein's younger brother, the Prince (Portly H.) can  stay in Amman and get free oil from suddenly soon to be richer bigger  brother, Little H.</p>
<p>Creative map making.</p>
<p>The Iraqis themselves would probably be lots happier with a fresh face,  like an English speaking, friendlier, Kingly Hussein who gets front page respectability in <em>The Daily Arabble</em> street sheet, and actually still has a few connections on the world stage. They should have a non-binding referendum tomorrow.</p>
<p>The so-called prompt for this Armageddon was a dispute over the  Ruum-hooh-ah oil field, was it not? So it's bound to be a bone in some  Iraqi's throat for a long time to come.</p>
<p>Therefore, the only solution is for us to take the place and rename it  Zappy-Pappy Galveston Yeast. What a great Amedican oasis in the sand.  Set sails for the veils - bud light and broth of brothel on demand.</p>
<p>There blood was spilled for freedom so the spoil of oil belongs to us, and should go under U.S. flag for nine dollars a barrel to Eastern  Europe and the third world. Bye cartel. Hedge the money. We drill an  additional hundred wells, not so much to glut the market, but to satisfy  Chief Thousand Lights' cigarette-boat gluttony. We save the north slope  caribou and King George gets to drill himself out of office. For  Zappy-Pappy, drilling a well head is like Holy Matrimony.</p>
<p>The Ruum-hooh-ah oil we bring to <em>Amedica</em> is twenty dollars a barrel at the dockside. We use these bucks to partly retire our pre-war  debt, lower Social Security taxes, or something else straight up and  accountable like jobs for the homeless, building houses; or we could  dedicate the oil bucks to solar development and budgetary balance of the  national trust because we owe so much.</p>
<p>Then after our treasury is replenished and the Ruum-hooh-ah <em>oy-el</em> field is dry, we can send Indiana Jones down on a rope ladder with  halogen lamp on his head to make sure the cavernous room is empty. Then  we can enlarge the well-heads to funnel down all the soils of Chernoble.  All our Chernobles. Plenty room down there for everybody's hot goop. We  push solar development for Arabic day time use - electric camels,  hydroponic lettuce and tomatoes, air conditioned factories to compete  with the Taiwanese - and geothermal at night. The land of Saud will glow  in the dark. Saddam's eternal light. Next.</p>
<p>Demand-diplomacy is the only kind they understand. As long as we have a  half million kids on the ground it's time to start disarming everyone  except the Saudis and Israelis. It's time we demand a dollar from every  barrel pumped for an Arabian development fund to raise the standard of  living throughout the whole region. Ten years down the road we can have war games like the Olympiad - between now and then replacing the war  heads with ketchup because this is it - we are in the aftermath of  Armageddon, round one.</p>
<p>Unified lateral disarmament. Slips right in with the protocols of  Article X in our missile treaty of '87: uncap war heads; remove delicate  gyro-targeting guidance devices (just in case) for possible use  someplace else, recap empty war heads; launch two hundred missiles  apiece indiscriminately into oceans of choice.</p>
<p>Ahoy napping whales born walkin' 'n talkin' free, able to sing B-major  concertos immediately, counting from one thru ten with first flukes  flapping. Ahoy! Look out from above great nippers - from Article X in  the missile treaty, death comes without churn warning. Oh beauteous  sea-top napping beast - smart guys of the deep - ahoy great denizen -  the dolphins dead floating are mother nature's disaster beacon - swim away! Be clear! Dive deep oh beat Saddam's crude blessing! Fear yonder  black cloud's downward spouting burst is nay rain's fun-time pelting  scratch but poison sludge to seal your own spout breath. Ahoy!</p>
<p>It isn't like the olden days, according to tales gramp whales would sing way back when - in <em>deep sea did</em> harmony -when men went down to the sea in break-upable ships; and onto  the sea-top with wooden boats, and steel sticks with ropes - an old  fashioned whale had a choice - play their deadly game for chicken licks or swim away - even on the sea-top - swim straight away into freshening winds, or swim down deep into the current; or ply the sea top in a  hurricane. The heaviest gale, with forty foot waves, is only a frolic for briney old Lev the whale.</p>
<p>Now the world and written word face an ecological disaster the magnitude  of which the world's people have yet to comprehend: the cash-in-advance  (CIA) combined blessing of Saddam and his secret, one-berm White House  back-water buddy - our officially elected seven minute dummy of the  war's hors doeuvre!</p>
<p>When your furnace breaks down in the middle of winter you call for an  expert so a thirty dollar clogged element becomes a brand new sixteen  hundred dollar furnace fully guaranteed that cost the contractor three  hundred seventy-five. The oil well fire putter-outers aren't being paid  by the barrel saved - they get their pound of salt by the hour. Heavy  grain kosher salt works real good when stifling oil on fire in the  kitchen. So does Arm and Hammer, though mother Mary says the heavy  weight Kosher salt is better.</p>
<p>Load C5A's with giant sheets of stainless steel, coated on both sides  with asbestos. At fire sight, using Swedish steam, roll sheet into shape  of tube. Pop rivet edge. Install bracing flange, like flower petals, coming out from all sides of bottom edge to provide stability so huge  empty cylinder can stand free. Use big-time helicopter to install empty  stack over bleeding burning oil well. Immediately dump tons of salt,  wet sand, and baking soda into tube. Lots of ways to do that. Use Iraqi  labor wherever possible. Put out twenty fires a day or mother nature,  G-d's prime house cleaner pre-emptor is going to make you pay! "Oar  (Yoo-Hoo) when yer Fodder gets hohm - yoo win trubble!"</p>
<p>Most beauteous lady editor suggests save other ten sure fire-out methods  for follow up writing. Humble author agrees. Asbestos dressed Iraqi  prisoners with kitchen mittens can remove land mines and hot debris.  Step two:  unroll one hundred fifty square yard inch thick asbestos  blankets.</p>
<p>Aren't three hundred million tons of smouldering scrap iron and steel on the ground reason enough to up-slap a smelter and portable rolling mill  right on the spot - to make what the Kuwaitis and Iraqis need for  rebuilding their infrastructures : I-beams for buildings, pipe-line,  fresh derricks and rail-road ties? Whether you stamp them U.S.S. or  Bethlehem, a girder is a girder and you can only steal so much.</p>
<p>Armageddon is the world's last war. The world senses that G-d (Yoo-Hoo)  decided it's up to us to insure there won't be any more stiff arm hors  doeuvres for the getting. Regardless, after the generals release their eyes-only film delights, thus enabling Disney to distribute world-wide,  Armageddon, The Movie, is there anywhere a show time people who would  even parade in uniform, much less stand behind any tin-pan pseudo despot  boss with redistricting designs on their next-door neighbor's diamond  mine?</p>
<p>There isn't a tin-pan despot alley anywhere in today's world where such a  scenario could even develop - even with permission from the official  dip on duty. What do we do for an encore? Hawk a desert fire sale: step  right up - slightly used T-52's, still under factory warranty -  scratch-and-dents in showroom condition - quick-sale reduced from four  million per copy to eight hundred grand. Time payments for qualified  buyers.</p>
<p>What we also ought to do is get together with our brideless friends, the Russians and do some week-end world-wide gun collecting. That will keep all of these ribbon-chests  and attendant dips, gainfully employed for  another twenty years without having to go around killing people.</p>
<p>What the Soviet Union needs are supply demand capitalist structures for  goods and services. The Marshall plan reversed. Quickly we should to be  setting them up with K-Marts, Wall-Marts, Sears stores and catalogues -  then round-the-clock shipping C5-A transports loaded for Russian bear  with everything we take for granted when stepping inside the door. Place  big signs at the check out lanes - start your own needle factory. What  do they have for us in exchange? Gold. Lots of gold in Fort  Knox-ski-grad. Using this same approach with supermarkets would cause a  happiness riot. Ah well, salud a salad of common sense-sickle solutions.</p>
<p>We are the youngest nation in the world with the oldest standing  government. All of our ex-presidents get to be living ex-presidents, and  of all the countries, we have the most ex-prezos. Our nation was  founded on freedom and our citizens are entitled to their own beliefs.  Pray on Saturday? Up to you. Pray on Sunday, and believe you are guilty  of original sin? Also can do. Every individual is entitled to their own life, sliver of liberty, and pursuit of happiness.</p>
<p>Today, we are a nation of original debt, but regardless your belief, the  debt against our future generations is a giant sin against our natural  free spirit.  At birth your social security number is recorded on your  certificate before you've even been given a name! First thing the doctor  says, "Yer in the hole kid, you owe." Say whaat? Eye yam in the hole?  You a little baby haven't even had the deep rubbed from your eyes and  the doctor slaps your greasy little tushy and hollers, "Pay." We are a  nation swimming in debt - close to twenty thousand dollars for every man  woman and unborn child in the nation.</p>
<p>Had this third world war which involved the whole world turned out  differently - Armageddon went so fast - Saddam would be over here. Yep. That's the sad smudge-pot line our kids were fed before they went to Nam. But back then the kids learned fast it was a scam - and within a  week farm boys had their side pockets loaded with little glass jugs of  opium. Ho Che Min was a virgin.</p>
<p>But imagine Saddam the war-winner and over here, astride a khaki skud  riding down Fifth Avenue on St. Patrick's Day. We'd all be body-bagged. Surplus body-bags are out there, depending on who you talk to - great  for riggin' a rain-proof back yard hammock, haulin' a double load of  dirty laundry, or keepin' yer compost dry. And those Iraqi kids made  smart-rock fodder, or cross-haired by Saddam's death squads - don't they  have mothers and fathers? Or do we skip over those hundred thousand dead Iraqis scattered around in freshly plowed berms until storm winds  blow a leg sand clean for a fly feed, or scorpion's dessert.</p>
<p>Only the innocent are called to Allah's bosom. But for their families  here on the earth we could have bagged and tagged the first fifty  thousand bodies found on the ground whilst they were still identifiable.  Captured Iraqi GI's could have dug grave rows for the decimated shells  of their brothers' battered souls - what great lasting scenery for Armegeddon, The Movie - we could have seen to it their personal papers were laminated and attached beneath a Crescent marker, the commonnest of  respect for the dead on behalf of the living.</p>
<p>Sure those poor Iraqi kids, like you, and me, have mothers and fathers, too; family in Baghdad, or some small town, waiting and praying with all their hearts, wondering the whereabouts of their poor conscripted sons -  hopefully only missing in action MIA, secretly relocated, unable to  telephone, washing dishes in a Kuwaiti restaurant, a part of King  George's new world hors doeuvres.</p>
<p>Saddam our Commander-in-Chief? Whew. All those Wall Street <em>Gurgle</em> readers driving Mercedes would have to relinquish their vehicles because Mercedes Benz is Iraq's official Fourth Estate government car.  You'd have to drive Saddam Deville. Congress would convene in  Saddamington, and during Saddam's yearly State of Saddamy speech, all  the fascists would appropriately cheer. Saddam golf balls - thwack - would have to be outlawed, but Saddam cigarette lighters - guaranteed to  blow up in the face of your enemy -(his backfired) would still be  around.</p>
<p>Saddam face-up on a twenty dollar Saddam peso. Saddammy mommy on a  fifty. Saddam's cousin, Ali Hassan on a five spot. Why not? People don't  even bother to pick Abe up off the ground anymore. Wanna slurpie? Saddam-11. Burger? Saddam-King Home of the Chopper. The TV ad would show  the truck's tail gate slamming and the announcer would proclaim: Saddam Tough!  Shuwop bop a loo bah - Saddam bang boom! And anyone complaining  would be taken away to the Hussein Asylum.</p>
<p>Desert Shield sweat shirts are clearance priced for quick sale, but the  Desert Storm stuff is holding its own. The Saddam toilet paper has been moving well enough, though I heard the ink runs. Can Saddam be trusted  anywhere? Seventy-seven billion squandered dollars in forty-two days - e  pluribus saddamam - the man should get honorable mention on a savings  bond. Can't trust them, either.</p>
<p>Nightline and a Middle East expert from the University of Chicago tells  Koppel's audience, "The irony of history will be that with all the blood  shed and billions spent, our government was propping up Saddam." He's  nervous, speaking these hot-line remarks. As he talks his clear brow  furrows red. Hell is going to be paid over this one.</p>
<p>The phones to Koppel and ABC ring off the hook well into the next day  because the common folk, at home watching, have to be boiling. Koppel is  a an intelligent, genuinely believable, decent front-line fellow, like  Walter Cronkite. In my mind, I slip back almost twenty years ago to  Flamingo Park, Miami, the summer of '72. The Demos and Repos were both  holding their conventions a few blocks from the city park which had been  designated official protest area for zippies, hippies, yippies, and all  the other war protesters like Vets from Nam against the war.</p>
<p>I'd arranged to do some free lance string reporting for the UPI, so I  could both observe and maybe participate, not that I expected the UPI to  pick up and wire any piece of mine as long as I was characterizing  George McGovern as senatorily seedy and H.R. Haldeman a brush cut punk.</p>
<p>But I had the appropriate plastic to get me past the gate, and the day  before the demo convention started I was hanging out with a couple other stringers I'd met at the edge of Flamingo-protest park, by the CBS  communications truck, leaning against the satellite dish when I first  met the man who I later found out was also called the Cosmic Wrapper.</p>
<p>He was there in convention protester mufti - long hair, full beard, crushed hat from the Truman era, save-the-earth T-shirt, an alligator briefcase he claimed to have brought back from Veit Nam, a knapsack  loaded with books he said were copy-written prophesy, and an electronic,  battery driven megaphone slung on his shoulder for doing battle with the big boys - all of this to push his mother for U.S. president with  James Brown their choice designate for vice-prezo, and lest we forget,  Richard Nixon for secretary of state. I was minding my own business - talking with Ike Pappas, his CBS producer, and their camera crew - when this hairy dude comes by and interrupts us with, "Vote Levinson /Brown.  Chicken soup in every pot, and ribs, too." "Hot pants in the White  House."</p>
<p>Generally, someone enters your space and breaks up your conversation,  you humor them maybe, or tell them to split, but this guy was warm,  friendly, drug free, and articulate. Then he starts singing McCartney's,  "Let It Be," and says, "That's my mother Paul wrote the song for. While  I was writing this book," (he reaches into his knapsack and takes out  the most amazing literal work of art I ever saw. G-d only knows how many  pages were carefully hand lettered in double columns, like the old  testament - but with all the words broken down into "silly-bulls" and  spelled out the way they sound). "My mother would say, "Tired of  writing? Don't worry - here's a twenty dollar bill go out and have some  fun." Let it be. The letter! That'ss my mother, Mary, he's singing  about."</p>
<p>Who could argue with the walking poem? Not this itinerant string  reporter from the famished Twainlit Street family of South Bronx Journalista's. This was the day before the Demos were supposed to start  convening around George Mig-riven, and the dude complained to us that  security around the convention center was super tight.</p>
<p>Karati-kid-poem was wild. He tells me, "I showed up at the gate and had a  long chat with this plain clothes security guy who was wearing a  Hawaiian shirt - about who I am with my spoken poem for all man-kind and  my mother's running for prezo because I'm not old enough and the guy  still wouldn't let me past that outside gate. He was a decent man - but what a rip."</p>
<p>Just then a cab that me and the other stringers had called came along so  we decided what the heck and told Kid-poem, "Come along with us - ride  in the back seat - we have passes for getting thru the outside gate and  we'll get you in." Of course it was a piece of cake at the vehicle gate  and we drove right thru.</p>
<p>Now I'm on the convention floor with the dude and he's wandering around  sort of with me but about ten feet away. I was checking out some Cuban  Americans who were putting the finishing touches on the podium when lo  and behold, along comes Walter Cronkite, without guards. Kid-poem is  on-the-spot. He says, "Hi Walter, my mother is running for president."  Then he proceeds with a fast wrap and shoots Walter some fresh slogans, "Fire yours and hire ours/write down Levinson-Brown - with a Bic banana -  bah-nah nah!" Cronkite cracks up. What have I wrought on the world's events! The kid has got himself an audience with the Executive Producer  of CBS News.</p>
<p>I'm hanging ten feet away, straining to hear them talk. Kid-poem whips  out his prophetic self published book and shows Walter where the demise of Apollo 13 was foretold in advance and then he tells Walter that he  (Walter) should call up his (The Wrapper's) friend, Marshall McLuhan.  Far out. McLuhan was a world famous super establishment media man - the  father of modern advertising. Then he showed Cronkite some other  passages in the hand-lettered work, and presented Walter with an  autographed copy.</p>
<p>Cronkite, being the man that he is, well it wasn't very long before some CBS staffer, and then a second guy interrupted them. From where I stood  it looked sort of like they were taking Cronkite away because he had  other obligations.</p>
<p>I asked Kid-poem about his brief below earshot conversation with Cronkite and Kid tells me, "I wanted to explain how to  cut-yer-rent-in-half and deflate the whole world economy to Walter and  he said, 'O.K. I'll listen,' but I was pressured into talking ninety  miles an hour by those other dudes who kept coming along and tugging him  away. That's why he threw up his arms up and said, 'Too much.'"</p>
<p>"But in those few minutes, Golly, when we were alone together I did say to him that I wanted to hold a press conference. Walter answered me,  'Write a press release. Maybe they'll come.' "You hear that Golashes,  maybe they'll come to my press conference?! This is the CBS News  Executive Producer I was talking to - he could order them to come! Or maybe he doesn't decide who gets coverage and what he reports as news."</p>
<p>Ten minutes later I spot Walter again and I alert Kid-poem. Cronkite is on the first landing of the platform past the initial steps going up toward the lectern. He's chatting with David Brinkley. The Kid walks  over and I'm not far behind. Walter grins and says, 'David, I want you  to meet Mr,'Kid-poem interrupts and says, "Drop the mister." Then Walter  says he's got work to do and excuses himself so it's me, unobtrusively  seven feet away, Kid-poem, and the Brink.</p>
<p>Kid-poem presents Brinkley with a copy of his written down epic for all man kind - when would I get copy I thought to myself - then he opens it up and starts to read the phonetic, silly-bull story of Adman and Even  in the Gar Den ov Edum. Brinkley is piqued and interrupts, "I know how  to read."</p>
<p>Then Brinkley excused himself and moved on, so we went back down to the  empty convention floor amongst the workers who were busily stringing  telephone lines for the delegates. A Cuban guy tells us, "Miami is  Cubish. Cuban and Jewish," and he gave the kid a cigarillo. Another  string reporter offered to take his picture standing in front of the  lectern so he went back up and pretended to be making a major speech to  the nonexistent crowd. On his way down from the podium he spotted a copy  of his book on an open staircase shelf - this he retrieved and  presented to me as extra special because it was the Brinkley copy. I felt for the kid because long before Miami I'd classified Brinkley as  prima donna prig.</p>
<p>Later Brinkley is sitting ten rows away from us recording part of his  preconvention commentary. Noisily, the kid starts entertaining the  Cubans and anyone else within earshot so as to bug Brinkley for  mistreating his book.  Ah dear readers, the way a good mind cares to  wander. Best to finish this side long tale from my jotted notes, careful  interviews, and audio tapes made at the time along with notes and  quotes in the kid's own words from then, and from a few years later on  because this man I labeled Kid-poem - today, Captain Lecturn, The  Carnivour of Candidates - did cause many changes in my life and no doubt  capsized my budding career as an itinerant free lance jounalist.</p>
<p>"Then I'm all alone with myself in the front row so I sit quietly  picking my nose and smoke the cigarillo, slumped in my temporary convention seat. Something prompts me from the corner of my eye, and I  look up at the CBS anchor booth, high above the Convention floor. Walter  is standing there checking me out with his binoculars. After a while I decide it's time to vacate. As I go to leave Walter swivels around and  then stands. Otherwise I'm out of view. I wave good-bye and he waves  back, sort of holding his arm out in salute. Cronkite had introduced me  to Brinkley - he could have signaled for security. How long can it be  before I get my message out?"</p>
<p>How many years, dear ladies and lads? I caught up with Kid-poem at the  door and said I'd walk back with him so together we were walking down  the street heading toward Flamingo park when more lows and beholds, it's  the Yippie-med trio, Allen Ginsberg, Abbie Rubin, and Jerry Hoffman,  coming up the pavement. Allen Ginsberg kisses Kid-poem on the mouth  hello. Rubin exclaims, "It's the Cosmic Wrapper," but Abbie Hoffman  looked bad - horrible, like he wanted to slide away with last night's  trash - to somehow get out of sight beneath the debris in the nearest  roadside ditch.</p>
<p>"Abbie's mental state was a serious and major blow to my own  unconventional plans because I was in Miami expressly to give a giant  speech in Flamingo Park and elect my mother president of USA in the  minds of the ho-hum TV viewing audience - "come home America; to Mary  Levinson's chicken soup," sounded like much better instantaneous telly  during the prime-time convention lull because those self-destructing  demos weren't about to even let their own candidate speak until 4:00A.M.  when America was not only home already but fast asleep!"</p>
<p>"But I needed Abbie's support. I could see on my first day at the  designated protester's site that even approaching a live microphone in  the pseudo-liberated FBI infested park without a respected media wizard  like Abbie Hoffman behind me was going to be out of the question."</p>
<p>Cagey interviews I conducted later that week backed up his claim: The  so-called revolutionary Buffalo contingent had hipped Rene Davis, Dave  Dellinger, vets against the war, the off-shoot Zippies who were  sponsored by Tom Forcade, and all the other advance splinters to his  Mother-Mary-for Prezo-Politic and these group controllers - ah ladies  and lads, tiz all a documented story in our guvie's unsecreted domestic  files because my own haphazard research leads me to believe that each of  the anti-war groupies had two counter-intelligence people within their  leadership - they'd already held their own democratic pre-convention  meetings where the issue of keeping the ancient Drencho silent, off to  the side, and away from the microphones was the main and only scheme on  their agenda.</p>
<p>"A few years before Miami, in the summer of '69, I'd run into Abbie  walking down an East Village street in Manhattan. On the spot he invited  me to join his lower East side commune and accompany them to Woodstock  where his commune was to be in charge of the stage so I could easily  recite my Che Postersize Poem and my love poems, too, on the stage at  Woodstock between the bands - what a dummy I canceled out on becoming a  movie star - deciding instead to make one last trip on a merchant ship.  What an irony. I told Abbie that summer of '69 that it was a great idea  but I'd take a rain check."</p>
<p>"So there we all were, together again on a street corner in Miami, me  with my giant plans and of the three, while I liked but only tolerated  Allen Ginseng, I was quickly developing very serious doubts about Jerry  Rubin as being spokesman for anything beyond himself, which that week  was a pro-Migriven book contract he'd arranged in advance with Bantam,  like Bantam Books really gave two hoots one way or the other about  Rubin's or Hoffman's participation in my mother's campaign.</p>
<p>It was obvious that the Miami Demo and Repo conventions in Miami '72  were our last chance for yippie revolution at which, incidentally,  Goloshes, no one bothered to show up for anyway. Some revolution."</p>
<p>"Golly, can you imagine, only a few days before, as I was walking out  the kitchen door to drive down to Miami, my mother looked up at me from  stirring a pot of home made beet borcht and said, "Bring me the  nomination." Isn't that beautiful?"</p>
<p>"Not gefilte fish ?"</p>
<p>"Golly, had she been making Gefilte fish I might not have left for  Miami. Can't beat my mother's hot gefilte. The opening gavel had yet to  be slammed and a great opportunity was already slipping away. Without  Abbie's support in Flamingo Park - alone - even with my electronic  megaphone I wasn't any match for these anti-war fascist piggies. You,  Golly, spent most of your time drunk in an air conditioned hotel, but  me, I stayed on the park grounds and walking around Flamingo Park I'd shout at Rene Davis, Dellinger, and the other haughty movement  manipulators, "Ex-delete the revolution. We need revelation. The own le  re volt/ is the hue min heart / Thump thump, thump thump.  That is yer  charge." They hated me. But I admired and loved Abby Hoffman and I was  glad to see him, regardless his mental state."</p>
<p>"Couple years later Abbie was in Buffalo to give a speech and I drove  him to the airport. On our way to the airport, as I drove the car, I told him this story:</p>
<p>"One afternoon before the convention, while hanging out in Flamingo  Park, underneath the yippie parachute that sufficed as yippie  headquarters for Miami, '72, I met this local girl named Ruthie. She was  skinny as a rail and sixteen years old - I know because I asked her -  and she had a mouthful of silver braces. Me, you - what the hell - was I  born yesterday - I'm an old yippie chieftain from the woodstock nation -  poetry division; so I asked her how long had she been a yippie? She  looked at me and said, "All my life." As I arrived at the punch line of  the story we arrived at the air port and were both getting out of the  car when I shouted, "All my life," over a fierce wind and we locked into  each other's eyes over the car roof with giant smiles, as though  silently saying to each other that whatever we'd been doing up till then  - Ruthie, the skinniest girl in the world from Miami had made it worth  while. I loved Abbie with all my heart."</p>
<p>The way the mind plays - we blink and flash back in time.</p>
<p>Next night Koppel's programers tell us they have an exclusive interview with General Khalid, the Saudi Arabian Schwarzkopf. The General, taking  Koppel off the hook, offers his own wish list of skuddle-bud-wisery -  Saddam will be gone in two months. Zippo - and my Spanish mother keeps  kosher, dressed to the eye-balls in a black Halloween outfit. I wonder  how many more Iraqis will have to die removing Saddam from the power  throne.</p>
<p>Another week passes. Koppel interviews a Washington <em>Toast</em> reporter, stationed somewhere on the outskirts of the war zone. She  describes the continuing barbaric sweep by the recently commuted  Republican Guards - Saddam Hussein's platoons of Willie Hortons,  personally paroled by our Chief Parole officer, King George the One-Berm  Trashman Waffle - now reenergized via cryptic shortwave to snuff out all who even appear to be in a state of revolt against Saddam. While the  lady journalist admits she did not personally witness the decapitation  of the five year old boy in question, her description of his father's  grief is indisputable. Clearly, the poor Iraqi was too distraught to  have been telling tall tales or faking his anguish for sound bite.</p>
<p>The best reporting is clearly by the foreign born. It takes an Iraqi  expatriate to state the obvious, op-edding for a fast seven hundred  fifty the next day in the <em>Slimes.</em> Koppel must have used it for a prop in his pre-show conference with the deucy-prod-stirs.</p>
<p>Our secular hands are getting filthy to the quick - as a nation we are  much like the lowliest of street corner Nazi Baathist bureaucrats, born  again to keep our eyes closed and our mouths shut. Uncapped, we recline  with all the bud-visor comforts of home silently astride our grounded  Apaches, so the blood spouts of the innocently Bush-misled reek through  the screen and becomes our collective bath; we are all the cool L.A. p'lice - hot to watch Rod King getting his name bashed in for speeding - and our multi acquiescence of Rod King's bashing and the Iraqi kid's  decapitation the further corruption of principles a great and many  people's sons and daughters gave their lives for on the beaches of  Normandy and Iwo Jima - and in more recent times, further places and  more confusing, deeper slimes.</p>
<p>Which brings us 'round and about to the ultimo verdict on that blessing  from G-d, Saddam. All "Saddam Hussein, the dictator" ever wanted was  some extra oil wells and to be scene as a big-time player with  international CNN respect. Cheek to cheek with George in the Oval  Office. Stuff like that. But when Bush came to shovel what we, the  people got were ring-side seats for Armageddon, Round One: lots of  needless death, annihilation, and the devastation of a whole region with  ecological consequence we have yet to comprehend. But winning at first  only meant Schwarzkopf's munching the guy who kicked war off with  strafe-stopable tank columns fully in sight on a desert roll.</p>
<p>So, dear reader, after much indelicate digress, amongst us all, who is  the citizen Galoshes Journalist, best suited for talking or pounding  some sense into Saddam Hussein? Let me be the one. I love all these big  bad dictator dudes and see them as my friend. As our official emissary, I  could fly to Teheran, and travel by camel over-the-land to Baghdad.  This is the way I fulfil Saddam's stepfather's pamphlet criteria on the three most lovable things in the universe: flies, Jews, and Iranians.  Sure. Your check is in the mail; G-d loves you, and I promise I won't come expletive deleted.</p>
<p>What, pray tell, would I dare say to Saddam? Golly, I'd invite him to Washington so he can give an old soldiers never die sprechen to a joint  session of waffles. (His buddies, Dole and Simpson can lead cheers).  After that I'd rent a diplomatic stretch for Saddam and I to go meet  Wyatt Earp. Jimmy Hoffa can drive; I'll ride shot-gun, and Saddam's  favorite guy, Vito Coreleone, can chat with him in the back seat about  Doc Holliday, or The Missouri Breaks, and what not to expect when we get  to the OK Corral.<br />
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 Michael Stephen Levinson</p>
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    <description><![CDATA[<p>Gail Collins article pointed out that simply raising the earning cut off where Social Security contributions stop would save the program. Period. My response was / is rejected by The Slimes comment moderators.</p>
<p>"Gail! You keep talking common sense and Romney will send Secret Service thugs to strap you to the roof. Don't leave home without goggles and a babushka in your pocket.<br />
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 Add to your obvious solution— raising the cap on earnings— reform, relative to people on Social Security disability. Not all, but many of these people aren't able to hold a full time job and regressive rules discourage work because for every 2 bucks earned, one buck is deducted from their sinecure.<br />
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 We should let these people work at some job 18 hours a week, in the event they are able, and pay social security tax on their earnings, like other tax payers. They would live better and contribute to Social Security, improving the program.<br />
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 We should open the doors to all from south of the border who want to come here. However they cross the border they have to register. They can only work at jobs that pay with check, and social security and income tax taken out. <br />
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 But they have to work 10 yrs, and contribute to social security 10 yrs before they can begin to accrue a possibility of benefits from the program. Zero benefits for the first 10 yrs. Then we can use some Social Security money to create a giant stock block that dwarfs all the wall Street giants tenfold.<br />
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 My stock block invests in companies that pay dividends, world wide, so the next generation of retirees have way more than the current generation, not less.<br />
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 I am an independent write-in candidate for president<br />
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 I speak i win.<br />
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<p>March 8, 2012  The following was suppressed, responding to The New York Times editorial published March 7, 2012 : <strong>How Good Is the Housing News</strong></p>
<p><br />
 Michael S. LevinsonSt. Petersburg, Florida<br />
 I am an independent write-in candidate for president, working away in three district courts to deliver a couple three nationwide speeches and win our presidential election.<br />
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My mortgage plan is what we should do, regardless:<br />
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We can create an innovative long term financial instrument: U.S. Mortgage Savings Bonds at 2% and purchase all sixty million residential mortgages bank held in USA at 15% discount for the good, 35% discount for the bad-underwater; and 51% discount on the tock sick ugly edging into foreclosure.<br />
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You deliver U.S. Mortgage Savings Bonds to the bank. Pick up your deed. Then online, use a do-it-yourself refinance at 4-7% deep ending on your credit for 10-15-20-25-30 year fixed rate.<br />
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Click apply on the computer screen, copy the screen with your info and snail mail the bank's papers to Uncle Sam. Then we ship the mortgage info to the bank branches in your same zip code, evenly dividing good, bad, and ugly, for quarter point servicing. Pay your mortgage at the branch.<br />
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We let the branches hold 12 payments at 2.25%, for loaning to small biz in the same zip codes, but the interest on 60 million residential home mortgages goes to Uncle Sam every month.<br />
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On the spread from 2% U.S. Mortgage Savings Bonds to the average 5% Mortgage is three percentage points: We apply that 3% spread on the monthly 60 million mortgage payments to running down the national debt.<br />
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My non-partisan idea saves every house at zero taxpayer cost.<br />
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I speak i win<br />
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    <description><![CDATA[<p>This piece in response to Gail Collins complaint about Iowa:</p>
<p>I am an independent slash republican candidate for president and I posted a campaign update, early in the a.m. but it does not show here until the 2nd page. At least the moderators are allowing most of my comments.</p>
<p>Having said that, and having read every post, let me suggest a simple solution:</p>
<p>We need a $3 check off on our income tax for the First Amendment Speech Fund. You declare you are a candidate for federal elective office. Then you contact C-SPAN for a sit down where you decide on 15-30 minutes of statement, followed by questions only from the C-SPAN moderator, classrooms and newspaper newsrooms in your district.</p>
<p>That threshold winnows out the possibility of our time wasted by empty publicity seeking fakers, of which there aren't any, ( ex clue ding F Be Eye sponsored media pro-shlock-a-tours ). One can hear the media reality confusers hollering, "then anyone can run."</p>
<p>Then you, the candidate book your 30 minute or one or two hour slot on the station of your choice, in your district, or network for presidential candidates, because upon your declaration you have a couple hundred million dollars in your shared media account.</p>
<p>Live commercial sport events are exempt, but sitcoms and movies are subject to the bump. The broadcaster gets their ad dollars from the speech fund, and they fullfil their obligation to the Public Interest!</p>
<p>There is one hitch: You have to begin your sprechen taking an oath on a Holy Book of your choice the words you are about to say are your own, whether extemporaneous, read from a sheet, or on a teleprompter - you must swear the words are yours so that by your words we may judge the contents of your character.</p>
<p>Ads and confetti you pay for. Actual speech is covered by the speech fund. Others may also contribute so before the speech starts there could be a scroll at the bottom, the order chosen randomly: Joe's Pizza, Microsoft, AT&amp;T.</p>
<p>Leaders come for word. Our First Amendment right is our essence as a nation.</p>
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<p>And this comment / statement was published in the Paul Krugman blog, January 29:</p>
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<p>Dear Prof. Krugman,<br />
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 I have, at various times made some interesting comments on this page. I am an independent republican write-in candidate for president. I hold the view those who cannot be bothered to learn how to write in my name don't deserve to have me.<br />
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 I bring to the table a Vehicle for World peace, that in the form of a hand lettered double column 112 page magnum opus I can, like old blind Homer, recite from cover to cover, rivaling Dante, with every line a delicate sensible multilingual rhyme.<br />
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 On my page, that has had 150,000 hits this year, find the Youtube of Adman and Even. Upon that retelling it will be clear I can occupy the human race for a whirled wide dusk until dawn all channels thriller - Peace - will the unknown poet prophet (author of prophetic works) deliver.<br />
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 On Dec. 23, I filed two separate petitions in Federal District courts challenging the broadcast licenses of ABC, NBC, PBS and all the rest for their willful and repeated failure to allow me access to deliver a political speech.<br />
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 It took 4000 legal hours to research and write the 500 page briefs. I speak I win. <br />
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 My Mortgage program saves every house, protects the banks and can be adapted by the Europeans to regenerate their economies. I can, with my arms in the air, describe a 3 dimensional economic model that will govern the world's economy, generate funds for cleaning the planet without world government.<br />
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 I'd like to present this to you and your colleagues a s a p.<br />
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<p>Thde following was published Sunday, March 18, 2012 responding to an Editorial about the banks:</p>
<p>I am a candidate for president. Here is my solution, worth 120 million votes. I am going to create a new and innovative financial instrument— the U.S. Mortgage Savings Bond and with the 2% Savings Bonds purchase all 60 million bank held residential mortgages, 85 cents on the dollar for the good, 70 cents for the underwater and 49 cents for the tick tock sick foreclosures.<br />
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Bonds will be delivered to the banks, and while you wait the deed handed over. Then, at the bank, or at home, owners do a do-it-yourself mortgage at 10-15-20-25 year fixed rate based on credit 4-7%.<br />
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The deed and the mortgage renewal goes to Uncle Sam. The banks are Bond rich! The mortgages are passed back to the branches in the same zip codes as the houses for servicing—make your payment at your branch.<br />
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We let the branches hold 12 payments at 2% to loan to small businesses in the same zip codes, financial backing for Main Street where jobs are created.<br />
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But the interest on the 60 million mortgages goes to DC every month. The spread on the U.S. Mortgage Savings Bonds and the average 5% mortgages —3% that spread goes to paying off the national debt.<br />
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Every home owner benefits! The banks are Bond rich and the branches are using our money to make small business loans. People will empty their savings accounts to purchase the 2% Savings Bonds.<br />
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The next round of bank mischief will be swap bets with their money, not ours. On this program alone I win 60 million plus votes. President.<br />
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http://michaelslevinson.com<br />
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<p>And this in response to the Maureen Dowd column about Romney, and religion:</p>
<p>Romney is a fake. People sense that. He isn't a leader. He does not inspire. Nor does Santorum, or Obama, described by his own as a "monumental fraud." I'm an independent republican write-in candidate. Also an American Jew. I look forward to throwing the switch on a Christmas season Chanukah bush.<br />
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I need to deliver one nationwide speech and I am progressing toward that end in three federal district courts. I bring to the table a Vehicle for World Peace, that to begin with a peaceful whirled pizza night—all the worlds peoples get their slice, tuned into a dusk until dawn Homeric thriller, rivaling Dante, of Divine Comedic fame, with near every line a delicate sensible rhyme.<br />
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It will be a pox on yer lips. Shortly after middle of the night, when you feel the Lan Lord slipping through my mull-tie-ling-well lines and LAN ding in your living room — hide behind the couch.<br />
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All religions lead to the same LAN Lord uh pin Heaven. There is a mystical element in all. When something is genuinely mystical you miss a lot, but get a tickle. 'G-d Spoke to Moses and said' is the first Hearsay. <br />
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Trust upon election I am going to set the stage for World Peace and then, with my inspired sense of words, world orders and world hors d'oeuvres, change the course of human history on good ship Mother Earth.<br />
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Then condemn me for sneaking a bacon lettuce and tomato sandwich.<br />
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I speak i win. You, too.</p>
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    <description><![CDATA[<p>I am an independent candidate for United States president.</p>
<p>I bring to our political table<em><strong> The Book ov Lev It A Kiss,</strong></em> a magnum opus 112-page double column <strong> Television Scripture </strong> lettered in 1969, to be spoken live <em>whirled </em>wide, <strong>on all TV channels,</strong> for all the world’s peoples to participate in together, all at once. My art from the heart, inspired ahead of its time, is to change the course of human history on our water planet. I only held the pen.</p>
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<center> Here I am reciting the story of Adman and Even
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<p>I’m the only person alive with such a work of high poetic prophesy—world events expressly described in advance, every line a multilingual rhyme—running and punning through every spoken tongue, my spoken poem for all mankind to listen to and view. The <strong>Vehicle for World Peace,</strong> is prophetic art I’m going to perform worldwide for all in the world, for free.</p>
<p>With press and television, my run for president will be successful. The presidency is my political opportunity to deliver a new word harmonic, my stepping-stone to staging<strong> World Peace and food chain harmony.</strong> I tell my vision, a blessing. But even with an outstanding, one-of-a-kind program to achieve world peace, running for U.S. president is a tough road to hoe. In <em>every</em> country outsider candidates are shunted by entrenched, iron fisted forces opposed to making any changes in the discourse of our politics on good ship Mother Earth.</p>
<p><strong>Coming up are three Op-Ed pieces,</strong> self-syndicated for your newspaper, to introduce my campaign for president to your readerships, showing the way, the non-partisan course we need to set for economic renewal. Each essay is 600 words or less. Lengthier essays on these issues are on my campaign site:<strong> http://levinson4president.com </strong></p>
<p><strong>The first Op-Ed</strong> shows how I’m going to make jobs happen to turn our economy around. We are going to build 10,000 state-of-the-art clipper ships to freight our exports and imports, key to regaining our economic leadership, and <strong>great for our whole economy. </strong> Both advertisers and consumers won’t be shy to spend when they see that jobs are being offered and people wanting work are getting hired. My ship building plan needs <em>Dutch</em> investors, not tax dollars.</p>
<p>The second, my <strong>Mortgage Program</strong> should save every house in USA, <strong>end all foreclosures,</strong> protect the banks, rejuvenate mortgage bubbled neighborhoods, while at the same time, lowering our national debt. My economic plan, adapted by the Europeans will rejuvenate their economy, too. The Lev<strong> U.S. Mortgage Savings Bond</strong> plan, my World Peace plan and my prophetic Television Scripture together qualify for a Nobel hat trick<em>!</em></p>
<p>My 3rd Op-Ed <strong>Lev Health Care, </strong>cures one sixth of America’s economy.</p>
<p>My <strong><em>voluntary </em></strong>med program guarantees access to medical care for every person in USA, <strong>within six weeks of enactment,</strong> regardless of preexisting conditions. A one-line change in our tax code insures long-term health for Lev Care. I project the Lev Health Care cost is half of Congress’ Affordable <em>Insurance Act.</em> Congress recently decided that long-term care is unsustainable, so the plug is being pulled on long-term care before their Act goes into effect. Bye Grandma. In any case, Congress’ Health Care Act is being challenged this term in our Supreme Court and may be judged unconstitutional.</p>
<p><strong>Uncle Sam <em>Shazam, </em></strong> is my credit card reform, obtainable at http://levinson4president.com. Uncle Sam <em>Shazam</em> rejuvenates our economy from the bottom up, while solving a national security issue. Uncle Sam <em>Shazam, </em> in concert with U.S Mortgage Savings Bonds will <strong>reduce our national debt by half</strong> within four years<em>! </em></p>
<p>I plan to nominate <strong>The New York Times </strong>Pulitzer Prize winner, <strong>Thomas L. Friedman for Secretary of State. </strong> Together we will set the political stage by getting all the world’s governments on board, <em>officially</em> committed to my World Peace TV Thriller airing in their lands.</p>
<p><strong>World Peace is my issue,</strong> the wheel is mine to steer a course for delivering Good Ship Mother Earth to Peace. I am announcing my nomination of Thomas L. Friedman Secretary of State in this essay press release, and will repeat this nomination during my first televised speech.</p>
<p>Talk is cheap. It is not costing you or anybody a single penny, giving me the chance to state my case for party nominations and election, to give all the worlds’ peoples their <em>chants. </em></p>
<p><strong>My Television Scripture,</strong><em> The Book ov Lev It A Kiss,</em> c. 1971, beginning with Adman and Even, retells all of our ancient stories—re-legend, not religion, a pox on your lips, <em>knot</em> an apocalypse. Every line contains a<em> mull tie ling well</em> rhyme, rivaling Dante, of Divine Comedic fame. I envision the telling of my vision a cultural event the breadth of old blind Homer, from dusk until dawn, with all the world’s peoples participating together, to change the course of human history on Good Ship Mother Earth, nothing less.</p>
<p>I seek a nationwide audience to state my case for delivering World Peace, which I see as achievable from the office of U.S. president.</p>
<p><strong>The Book ov Lev It A Kiss </strong>was lettered in 1969-70. Many pages are of living prophesy with<strong> explicit advance descriptions </strong>of current events, for example, the Arctic ice caps melting, copyright 1971. While lettering my Television Scripture, in 1970, J. Edgar Hoover singled me out a person of Special Interest; in his words, an “enemy of the state.”</p>
<p>Hoover <em>feared</em> my Television Scripture performance on worldwide television. He knew that during the show I was going to “out” the gay Pope Paul whose homosexuality was common knowledge in 1968 Italy. That could have lead to public exposure of Hoover’s sexual preference, which would have canceled J. Edgar Hoover’s security clearance, forcing him into retirement. But Hoover’s sex life was hardly a secret in 1971 Washington. Special Agents on the bottom rungs at FBI headquarters openly referred to their hypocrite boss as “J. Edna.”</p>
<p>Nonetheless, Hoover, a venomous anti-Semite, placed me at the top spot on his classified “to be watched,” list and charged his coterie of trusted lieutenants to stifle my rights to political speech—that I must be stopped, or else. Hoover made clear their failure to keep me corralled would call for most extreme prejudice. Over the decades FBI spent millions of dollars tracking my activities and sabotaging my every move. His special agents shipwrecked 40 years of my life. To this day their stigmata tattoo is an Auschwitz blue.</p>
<p><strong>Upon becoming president I can establish world peace.</strong> As a private citizen, I cannot.</p>
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<p>The most invasive domestic counter intelligence file ever created on any American citizen, many thousands of pages, is the active dossier FBI keeps on my life. FBI altered my education records, destroyed friendships, listens live on my telephones, hacks my computer, and sniffs my emails daily, theirs, an ongoing scheme of under-the-radar unconstitutionality to protect the memory and classified policies of their mentor, J. Edgar Hoover, else my<strong> Vehicle for World Peace </strong>would have been a major element in our political discourse decades ago!</p>
<p>For the record, had I <em>outed</em> Pope Paul, in 1971, as I intended during my planned worldwide performance of the Television Scripture, the pederast priests, those many hundreds who spent their lives behind the collar, sexually assaulting thousands of innocent teens would not have been allowed to hide inside the Roman Catholic Church. The tall thin Paul was gay. So what! Do we care about a less than celibate ecclesiastic of 40 years past?</p>
<p>As world events unfold, it turns out they were written down in advance. <strong>The Book ov Lev It A Kiss</strong> is copyright 1971. The Pope who followed Pope Paul, who took the name John Paul I, is named—who he would be. Thirteen pages later the saintly 34-day Pope is shown quietly dying, though when I wrote the description I had something else in mind. Books of living prophecy are like bottles of wine—they have to lie around for a while, mellow and tell.</p>
<p>Here are the first three Op-Ed Essays for publication in your newspaper. Between today and Election Day, expect 50 more. After taking office I’m going to keep sending essays about life in the White House, under a humorous nom de plume.</p>
<p><strong> Op-Ed # 1  Levinson’s Jobs Plan </strong>(600 words)</p>
<p>My name is Michael Stephen Levinson. I’m a republican candidate for president, running independent. Call me “Lev.”</p>
<p>Sixty years ago, when I was a kid, the most famous Russian inventor was <strong><em>Reguspatoff. </em></strong> His name, Reg. U.S. Pat. Off. was stamped on everything. We are the world’s youngest nation, with the oldest standing government. People look to US for leadership.</p>
<p>The price tag on Obama’s jobs plan approaches a half billion dollars, to be paid for by tax hiking the rich. But Obama’s program couldn’t even pass his Democrat controlled Senate. Our millionaires Senators all see taxes on the rich as personal attacks.</p>
<p>With Obama’s American Jobs Act, each <em>imagined</em> “job” costs taxpayers 87 thousand dollars. His reliance is on tax cuts and credits as incentive for businesses to hire, not job growth from realistic work creating fresh goods and genuine services.</p>
<p>Common sense is my dictate. We build thousands of traditional clipper ships, to carry our imports and exports worldwide. 10,000 clippers, with Chinese invented rotational masts to harness every gust, and software controlled photovoltaic sails for electric power aboard our wind driven clippers.</p>
<p>We export and import more than any other country. Everything for sale in USA, whether Kool-Aid, soap, or toothpaste, is exported. All we take for granted: cooking oil, grains, whatever you see on our shelves, and more, we sell worldwide, including our technologies.</p>
<p>Solyndra, an Obama favorite, recently declared bankruptcy. Their photovoltaic thin film technology can be redesigned for ship sails and we can recoup the Obama administration’s half billion-dollar loan.</p>
<p>This clipper shipbuilding program means long-term jobs wherever there is water and people need work. Shipyards will spring to life along all our seacoasts; also Lakes Michigan, Superior, Huron, Erie and Ontario. Ten thousand clippers will reaffirm our<em> lead er ship</em> on good ship mother earth.</p>
<p>My clipper shipbuilding program is major for U.S. to rejuvenate the world's economy besides a long-term solution for ending our jobless slump.</p>
<p>Building 10,000 clippers will create, within a few years, millions of semi-skilled jobs, leading to even better, fully skilled jobs! Not everyone dreams of operating a computer, writing software, or working on the Internet. For many people, a decent paying job, where they can train while working, and grow into skilled labor carpenter positions, or plumbers, and electricians, building ships with their hands, is a dream come true, trades they can use wherever they go.</p>
<p>Student crews will pay reduced tuition besides room and board for their undergraduate educations, while seeing the world, so with or without a cargo the clippers make money.</p>
<p>We can say to every company that relocated their factories overseas, we welcome your goods, as long as they come to US on our ships; and to every country, we welcome your products as long as our ships bring them to USA.</p>
<p>Apple sits on 82 billion dollars in profits. With tax benefits, might some billions be invested building ships to carry their laptops, ipads and ipods around the world? Lots of companies could put their own cash hoards to work.</p>
<p>University endowments, and Wall Street are another source of funding for clipper shipyards. Harvard could launch a fleet of forty ships, freeing 1600 freshman seats on land. Ten thousand merchant clippers justify our navy’s presence in the Pacific.</p>
<p>In the South Pacific, there is a current crossroads the size of Texas blanketed with forty years of plastic trash, dangerous to Mother Nature’s sea born creatures. Governments that flag ships will pay U.S. by the ton for our clippers to nestle, rake and sift that corrupted sea top clean.</p>
<p>Michael S. Levinson</p>
<p>8601 9th St. N. Apt 9</p>
<p>St. Petersburg, Fl. 33702</p>
<p>727-576-1813  /  cell 727 – 272 - 3192</p>
<p>mike@levinson4president.com</p>
<p>http://levinson4president.com</p>
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<p><strong>OP-Ed # 2  Lev Mortgage Plan </strong> (599 words)</p>
<p>My name is Michael Stephen Levinson. Call me “Lev.” I’m the presidential candidate with plans for world peace and food chain harmony, besides complete economic renewal.</p>
<p>We need economic rejuvenation. My mortgage plan calls for purchasing every bank held mortgage with an original financial instrument: <strong>U.S. Mortgage Savings Bonds.</strong></p>
<p>The Bonds, backed by the good faith of the American people cannot be redeemed until the mortgages are paid! They are also backed by private property on which the U.S. Bonds are written.</p>
<p>We pay 85 cents on the good, 65 cents for bad, and 49 cents for ugly; 52 million mortgages, refinanced with 15-30 year fixed rates, according to your credit: 4% for triple A up to 7% for late pay deadbeats.</p>
<p>Banks can go with us or slide down their own foreclosure drain. Regardless, we are purchasing all their mortgages, top shelf triple A or troubled. We are entitled to the fruits of our labors, <strong>this repurchase by Executive Order,</strong> my first day in our Oval office.</p>
<p>Retooling millions of mortgages can be accomplished with a fail-safe do-it-your-self, online program, or figured by neighborhood tax preparers.</p>
<p>Every homeowner benefits from a restructured fixed mortgage. The world’s <em>e con oh me</em> will settle into non-inflationary growth.</p>
<p>We tack on non-interest bearing 2nd mortgages to cover the upside-down money in homes that swapped and sold for twice their value before the bubble burst, toxic still, after our buy out whack, so people can remain in their dream house, draw down their debt, and eventually, as prices inch up, their mortgage paid down, see their liens paid off fair and square, with a reasonable portion of equity intact. This is a great way to stabilize sub-prime sub-divisions. Foreclosed houses devalue the whole artery.</p>
<p>After our repurchase, the renewed mortgages shall be divided amongst the bank branches in the same zip codes, for servicing.</p>
<p>We let the bank branches hold twelve payments of ‘our’ money. With a year of mortgage money, the branches are flush with capital to make loans in the neighborhoods where the mortgage money is paid; where jobs are created.</p>
<p>Branches can provide operating capital to all the businesses in their zip codes the old fashioned way, after visiting the business.</p>
<p>There is <em>in tryst</em> on our Mortgage Savings Bonds with which all the home mortgages were purchased. There will be<em> in tryst</em> on our money, which we are letting bank branches use expressly for loaning out to neighborhood businesses hungry for capital.</p>
<p>Interest accrued from our trillion-dollar mortgage purchase will be washed, boxed and locked, sent to Washington every month! The spread on our 52 million home mortgages will go to lowering our national debt and after that, replacing our income tax!</p>
<p>Homeowners will be freed from income tax with their dollars in their pocket to do with as they please. Mortgage interest will go for public safety, education and public works, replacing the tax on our hands. Government of the people won’t be foreclosing houses. Unemployed? Pay your mortgage interest until you get back on your feet.</p>
<p>Apply these principals to commercial mortgages. Principal goes to retiring the Mortgage Bonds. The interest spread draws down our national debt — tax relief for citizens, toxic asset relief for banks, and capital for running our government. With Lev innovation, mortgage investors, and others will be lining up to invest in USA.</p>
<p>People will vote for these Lev recession stuffing measures in a heartbeat. Obama ‘s approach to governing rewards the rich who feed his election campaigns by printing trillions in future debt.</p>
<p>Michael S. Levinson</p>
<p>8601 9th St. N. Apt 9</p>
<p>St. Petersburg, Fl. 33702</p>
<p>727-576-1813  /  cell 727 – 272 - 3192</p>
<p>mike@levinson4president.com</p>
<p>http://levinson4president.com</p>
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<p><strong> Op-Ed # 3 Health Care Plan (600 Words) </strong></p>
<p>I am an independently minded, republican presidential candidate. My Health care program dissolves insurance companies and government from the mix. Within six weeks, without bureaucracy, everyone will have health care.</p>
<p>Health care drains one sixth of our economy but nothing comes from medical treatment beyond personal well-being; not economic growth, unless you include the salaries of health pros treating your illness, or the insurance executive’s healthy bonus for reimbursing doctors, yet refusing you coverage because your disease was inherited.</p>
<p>Without access to health care, "life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness" is a cruel joke. All can agree our once throbbing economy is troubled, leading our leaderless world downward.</p>
<p>One <em>prob limb</em> in our house of economic cards is the growing rolls of those who lost their health care insurance along with their jobs, and while jobless, they cannot pay their home mortgages, which are also growing foreclosure <em>tock sick</em> by the day.</p>
<p>My solution simplifies this issue: We voluntarily charge ourselves <strong>two cents gratuity</strong> on everything we purchase at all our fast food chains, also Wal-Mart, K-Mart, Target and every supermarket nationwide.</p>
<p>40 items in a supermarket easily rings up $150. Would another eighty cents, tip for the lowliest workers matter? At the week’s end we divide the pennies in tips by the hours that were worked so cashiers, burger flippers and baggers each gets a dollar an hour raise with the overage dollars in tip money going to their<strong> Medical Assurance Savings </strong>account.</p>
<p>Your account goes with you when you move on to another job. 12 million people will have Medical Assurance accounts to share with their spouse and family.</p>
<p>At year’s end the 12 million healthy will have medically banked easily a quarter billion dollars in case they get sick, and 24-30 million loved ones will be sharing the same health care blanket, because of our voluntary pennies.</p>
<p>$5 a week is earmarked for the <strong>Catastrophic Illness Pool.</strong> After six weeks, 360 million will be in that account to cover every potential surgery. People suffering with pre-existing conditions will be invited to join.</p>
<p>Car dealerships and other companies that provide health insurance will migrate to <strong>Medical Assurance Savings </strong> accounts. With my Loose Penny program funding our non-profit-motivated Medical Assurance Pool, everyone will be covered and live longer, healthier lives.</p>
<p>For success we need a one-line change in our tax code. Medical professionals must be allowed to do $50,000 a year in charity that is deducted off the top of their income – then, after all their deductions an additional $25,000 off their bottom line, so the Dr.’s and Dentists can look forward to <strong>Freedom of Income Tax.</strong></p>
<p>Every doctor will have a sign outside: “No insurance? I’m here.” The loss of tax dollars is off set by the savings in Emergency Rooms. Unless there is an actual emergency people will be given a list of charity professionals who will treat them.</p>
<p>The two-penny gratuity doesn't come out of management's pocket, but<strong> work place production will increase because of it. </strong>When someone quits, the crew might ask to let them pick up the slack. One less hire means more for everybody working.</p>
<p>Dr.’s will compete to treat you. You agree to their fee, the Dr. swipes your Assurance card to secure the money, fulfills the treatment and collects, without insurance people compromising his treatment.</p>
<p>I’m also planning a doctor-supported Malpractice Pool.</p>
<p>The long-term solution is free medical education for all related medical personal, our goal 100,000 doctors graduating every year until there is one family doctor per thousand people.</p>
<p>Presidential leadership prevails, not Congress or lobbyists.</p>
<p>Michael S. Levinson</p>
<p>8601 9th St. N. Apt 9</p>
<p>St. Petersburg, Fl. 33702</p>
<p>727-576-1813  /  cell 727 – 272 - 3192</p>
<p>mike@levinson4president.com</p>
<p>http://levinson4president.com</p>
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<p>I applied for access to three broadcast stations in New Hampshire on October 18, via US Postal Overnight. WBIN-TV and NHPTV replied. They are not opening their doors to political speech. Both stations are in bad faith with the constitutional rights of the American people to participate in a broadcast speech.</p>
<p>I am going to move against all three stations, WBIN-TV; WMUR and NHPTV in Federal District Court so the issue of my unalienable right to speak is settled before the political campaign shifts into broadcast media’s “settled” mode.</p>
<p>I will prevail in the Federal Court (this is top secret legal strategy) because the current “debates” are distinguished from debates 25 years ago that were ruled exempt news events. Today’s debates have<strong> breaks for advertizing!</strong> They are a “use” not an, ‘on the spot,’ news event.  Another factor: scarcity of bandwidth is a wash and does not apply. There are hundreds of channels. And one more: your humble poet with the Vehicle for World Peace is the only candidate seeking time to issue forth with an actual speech, the original purpose of the law, not 30 second attack ads.  <strong>I want New Hampshire and Massachusetts editors and reporters to join in my access request. </strong> I want newspaper people in the TV studio with me, to ask questions after I conclude my speech. Here is the request I tendered on October 18, 2011:</p>
<p>http://www.levinson4president.com/new/index.php?blogid=2</p>
<p>I am also applying for airtime to deliver a 90 minute speech followed by 30 minutes of questions on Iowa PBS, so <strong>Iowa newspaper editors, </strong>consider joining me as sponsors of my speech so you can be in the studio to ask me questions relevant to the Iowa corn presently being converted to ethanol.</p>
<p>My next letter to you, to follow this submission will have more Op-Ed’s, along with an update on the multi-state courtroom procedures. I am also intending to file against ABC, NBC, CBS, PBS, and FOX, in another Federal Court, challenging their broadcast licenses, for their “willful and repeated failure” to have allowed me access in the last election.</p>
<p>That brief is already written. It is a 350 pages masterpiece of legal art that took me thousands of hours to research and write. My defense is of the American people’s moribund right of access to their own airwaves for purposes of political speech—what I am going to swear to—the defense of your constitutional rights— when I put my hand on the Bible and take the Oath of office.</p>
<p>President Obama is a winner, not a leader, not a defender-in-chief of our constitutional rights. Politicians are all self-aggrandizing, thin-skinned office holders, not leaders. Their agendas are pre-determined, their decisions in their own self-interest. When Obama isn't on the road, off somewhere to read from a prepared script on his teleprompter, he spends, on average, 25 hours every week during the summer, out golfing. Barack Obama offered us an opportunity to turn the page on the pigment impediment. We took it. But his “moment of change" was only a changing of the guard.</p>
<p>Notwithstanding your own politics, the American people are deeply dissatisfied with Obama. Recently party activists on the Illinois 10th Congressional District blog were speculating whether President Obama is a "monumental fraud." From environmental issues to economics to foreign policy frustrations with President Obama are genuine and widespread—nationwide.</p>
<p>Congress’ 9/11 response, under Bush, was to ratify president Bush’s encroachment on our Bill of Rights. Obama, once in office solidified Bush’s unconstitutional endeavors. On this issue we were all taken for a ride. We assumed Obama, with <em>constitutional law professor</em> on his résumé was going to return our constitutional balance.</p>
<p>Regardless, <strong>we are all tempting Mother Nature’s balance. </strong> Marine scientists have concluded the oceans on our water planet are approaching an irreversible, catastrophic change.</p>
<p>Our scientists, attacked for their views, fear to explicitly state the end of food from an acidified sea could be a fact of life; that carbon absorbed by the oceans could end our seas as a source of food for generations, ending world commerce with wars never ending, fought over bread. As the Gulf Stream shifts, so might go America’s westerly winds and rains, turning our central, wheat growing plains into a dried out dust-riven prairie.</p>
<p>Obama’s reelection is Obama’s only focus, not planet health.</p>
<p>We need peace first, before we can solve this issue of trapping the billions of pounds of carbon dioxide we are producing. I have answers. But to solve this world problem, first my inspired <em>lead er ship</em> skills, my election, expressly to deliver the world to peace. I will gladly show how we end global warming, along the way.</p>
<p>I’m glad to fully explain how we absorb and trap all the carbon dioxides, before the election, and your readership is entitled to see in advance how, as President, I’m going to achieve World Peace, beginning with a world wide peaceful night.</p>
<p><strong>I need every editor reading these essays to publish them</strong> for their uncommonly good sense and originality. That puts my inspired Vehicle for World Peace on the table and me, immediately in front of the whole country, and therefore, myself and my ideas subject to intense press scrutiny.</p>
<p>I relish that, having proclaimed when I was four years old it was OK for me to doodle on the title page of the Abraham Lincoln book because I was going to be the president. I have waited a lifetime to conduct this political campaign.</p>
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<center><strong>These essays cost you ten bucks each.</strong> </center>
<p>For each essay you publish I ask for ten dollars enumeration plus one dollar on every thousand copies you print. For the thousands of community papers in receipt of this emailed submission, my essay cost is nominal—a lunch. <strong>I trust</strong> the official town newspaper circulating 3500 copies enumerates me $13.50 per essay, which will come back to your newspaper’s bottom lines, in spades.</p>
<p>In the event the PayPal logo is filtered out of your email, send me a check with a tear sheet, or the whole paper, or use the link and follow that with a tear sheet U.S. Postal. 4-5 thousand letters from newspapers nationwide could shape into my first national press conference.</p>
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<center><strong>Lev Plan to Protect our Freedom of the Newspaper Press </strong></center>
<p>I’m the only candidate who plans on protecting Freedom of the Press and Freedom of Speech. George W. Bush said he was going to uncover the press leaker in the White House, and that person would be fired. Barack Obama said he was going to locate the White House leakers and jail them.</p>
<p>I’m going to establish a<strong> Whistle Blowers Office </strong>in the White House. People can blow the whistle on government fraud  and corruption in their city, county, state or federal agency. Upon their whistles blowing I will instantly issue the whistle blowers <strong> Letters of Protection, </strong>signed by the President.</p>
<p>Every night <strong>The Daily Scoop,</strong> all the Whistles blown that day will be emailed to every newspaper in USA. Every newspaper will be fully paid by “Uncle Sam” their full-page price, or whatever part thereof for printing the Whistle Blower’s Blotter. <strong> The Whistle Blower’s Blotter</strong> could fast become the most popular feature in your newspaper.</p>
<p>The First Amendment is our essence, our constitutional franchise, distinguishing our nation. The U.S. government can and will provide economic protection for our free press, underwriting the publication of the <strong>Whistle Blower’s Blotter. </strong>Every newspaper will have guaranteed pages to more than pick up their classified ad slack brought on by the free Internet!</p>
<p>Freedom of the Press protection, by Whistle Blower guaranteed publication in all of our newspapers, payment according to circulation will be the first Act of Congress during the honeymoon week.</p>
<p>In this case, biting the hand that feeds you guarantees more food. To stay ahead of the other countries we need to eliminate corruption at every level of government. That is the reason behind my <strong>letters of protection. </strong>Whistle blowers will fill your blotter, a first step in nationwide self-cleaning.</p>
<p>In addition to the Whistle Blower Blotter, I will see to it papers are also paid for printing full pages of all the earmarks, beginning with the <em>2001 Miscellaneous Appropriations Act</em> that, six parts, the first five hard cover parts, each hundreds of pages, full of earmarks never examined by any Members of Congress!</p>
<p>The American people are entitled to see where their tax dollars went. Newspapers will be hiring editors to run pages full of the D.C. Blotter and the Whistle Blower Blotter. The government, by an Act of Congress will guarantee your full-page price.</p>
<p>I’m seeking the Republican Party nomination and planning besides, an independent political convention to renew our money-corrupted politics. I will seek 200,000 people from around our country, each to pony up $200 for delegate fees. That is 40 million dollars to run the Woodstock redux that also qualifies for matching funds by the FEC.</p>
<p>People will write the planks and post them on my yet to be uploaded Lev Party website, so all can read, discuss and vote on the planks in advance. At the convention we will officially ratify all the planks we, the people will have written; and then, every night— delegate’s entertainment—world famous musicians mixed with unknown bands recommended by all the community newspaper readers.</p>
<p>The daytime politics will be live on C-SPAN. The entertainment likely will be pay per view, or on HBO, or both. My plan is for<strong> at least four thousand newspapers</strong> to collect $200 delegate fees along with copies of photo ID and Social Security cards from fifty different newspaper subscribers who’d like to attend. That way delegates are from all around our country!</p>
<p><strong>I am not going to print tickets.</strong> Tickets can be forged. Instead we will scan the photo ID, with a sheet full of identity information into a cloud-based database. When the delegates arrive, their identity will be in a laptop and easily certified.</p>
<p>At least four thousand newspapers will be responsible for collecting the information and delegate fees for as many as 50 delegates each. The paper deducts $20 from each delegate’s fee, and earns $1000, or the paper sends five observer “delegates.”</p>
<p>In organizing this <strong>Lev Party Convention,</strong> putting it together, to renew our politics, I am showing the nation I’m fully capable of running our government.</p>
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<p>100 years ago, for showing up to vote, ward heelers provided ‘a chicken in every pot,’ after you voted. I plan, for all my “volunteers,” a 7 speed, best-of-breed <strong>electric</strong> campaign bicycle in every yard, for getting out the vote.</p>
<p>I intend on spending most of what you enumerate me for my writing, <strong>advertising my electric campaign bicycles in your classifieds. </strong> After your readers are familiar with my candidacy, I’m going to upgrade my ad campaign in your paper to include display ads for my bicycles, with a bonus to you based on online sales, whether click through, or ordered right on your website!</p>
<p>My Italian manufactured electric bicycles, built to order, are for<strong> “campaign volunteers” transportation. </strong> Distributing five bicycles in 20 states crosses the five thousand dollars F E C threshold for political campaign matching funds.</p>
<p>Matching funds guarantees Secret Service protection along with ballot status for the primaries in more than ten states, a qualification for<strong> nationwide speech </strong>on the non-commercial PBS network, before the Super Tuesday primaries.</p>
<p>When matching funds comes every<em> buddy</em> who loaned bucks to my campaign, for me to provide them state-of-the-art electric campaign bicycles, gets their put up dollars refunded. Then I ask my campaign volunteers to re-loan their bike money back to campaign headquarters, in exchange for my funding $200 for their electric bill, which off sets the S &amp; H in USA. Upon the second round of matching funds I will refund my “campaign volunteers’ ” original loans in full.</p>
<p>In effect, someone fronts my campaign $1075 for an $1800 bicycle. They get their $1075 back plus the S &amp; H and the bike is theirs to keep. Expect 535 Members of Congress to be outraged, and complain to the Election Commission for my treating campaign donations as a loan.</p>
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<p><strong>I need every newspaper receiving these essays </strong>to co-sponsor my requests for access to all the PBS stations in your state, for me to deliver a 90 minute live presentation, followed by <strong>30 minutes of wide open questions from you, the editors and publishers</strong> who, as my speech co-sponsors, will be in the TV studio with me, on behalf of your readers being an informed electorate, with all your unscripted questions that come to mind upon my presentation.</p>
<p>That will be a wide-open extemporaneous unscripted campaign news event, which will attract a huge audience—good for democracy and great for your papers, which I plan on displaying for the folks at home! Your political speech co-sponsorship does not cost you money, yet potentially<strong> nationwide, millions of people will see me hawking your newspaper. </strong></p>
<p>We share the First Amendment. I have the legal right to request the airtime, and a TV station’s broadcast license is contingent on granting reasonable requests for access from genuine candidates for federal office. You have the right to be there with me, upon my invitation, to join in my speech request.</p>
<p>The way you, the newspaper decide whether or not to participate in the exercise of my First Amendment right, on behalf of your newspaper’s readership, is to <strong>invite me to your offices</strong> to state my case for nomination and election, and answer any questions you raise, so you can judge the contents of my presidential character.</p>
<p>That is what I want:<strong> an invite to your paper </strong>for purposes of political grilling, your personal scrutiny upon your publishing my opposite editorial essays.</p>
<p>You can film everything. I have a Flip Mino camera, with YouTube uploading software built in. You can plug my camera into your laptop. Every newspaper can put video of our newsroom event on their web sites. All of you will be providing your readerships with more video info then they ever got from any of the broadcast TV networks.</p>
<p>To the mid western papers of <strong>Iowa, Nebraska, the Dakotas getting this email,</strong> to every state with fixed circulation community papers that cover only the town—get in touch with other local papers nearby, in the surrounding counties, so I can meet all of you together. I’d like you to include your whole staffs because everyone votes.</p>
<p>I can visit all the newspapers, fly commercial without wasting my time on fake rope lines, or engaging in political charades, like bus tours. With matching funds and Secret Service protection I’ll have an escort through the airport.</p>
<p>The key to my success – staying alive – is not publicizing in advance where I am going next. I come to your offices and you know when I am coming but nothing appears in the paper until I leave. That way I cannot be stalked, from one day to the next, hopping around the country.  After the first 89-minutes of my <strong>PBS aired campaign speech</strong> in your state, <strong> with you in the studio as witness</strong> to my covering every issue facing our nation, and then some, <em>in clue ding</em> a showing of my <strong>Vehicle for World Peace,</strong> I’m going to look into the camera and say these words:</p>
<p>“This is the good ship mother earth. Whatever deck you live on, the cards are dealt out evenly. When it comes time to change the course of human history on good shop mother earth, all the world cries out for is a spokesman, a spokes person, to turn the wheel . . .</p>
<p>I have waited</p>
<p>A long long time</p>
<p>To very simply</p>
<p>Say a delicate poem</p>
<p>Spout some rhyme</p>
<p>It is my time</p>
<p>I have a date</p>
<p>With the universe</p>
<p>I cannot be late.</p>
<p>Stand behind me.</p>
<p>From our highest office</p>
<p>Of president</p>
<p>I will deliver the world</p>
<p>To peace.”</p>
<p>Then it will be your turn to vigorously question my ideas as expressed in my speech. At the 27minute mark I will call a halt, turn on my computer to play Duke Ellington Newport 1956 rendition of <strong>The Stars Spangled Banner,</strong> which we in the studio will all sing together.</p>
<p>I will display our anthem lines on large cards, not so much for you but for the folks at home watching. Then I will say God bless and goodnight. My pleasure.</p>
<p>Michael S. Levinson</p>
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<p>St Petersburg, Fl 33702</p>
<p>727-576-1813  /  cell 727 – 272 - 3192</p>
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<p>“As everyone died aboard TWA 800, as their souls departed, a couple stray angels on Long Island Sound hailed the “<em>LAN Lord uh pin Heaven,”</em> so God could take charge of His littlest ones with stuff God has on hand to facilitate explosions, else that disaster might have been just another cable news cycled, soon-to-be-done-with event.</p>
<p>But before the plane crashed into the sea, God was eons away, into the next day, on a clean water planet, beyond the end of our Milky Way, replenishing His evolutionary tricks, tending to baby blues, gathering the best dust this time around, whaling aground, almost ready to rustle His new water planet’s giant blue sperms back into the seas for a smooth genetic divvy, to hide His Eminence in transitional DNA, when boom! TWA.</p>
<p>God was very busy on His unmolested water planet, how our own good ship Mother Earth looked fifty thousand years ago, when God chose deep-sea-did whales for blowing His breath to fashion us with dust. But when TWA 800 exploded, in His manifest the LAN Lord returned in a blink, because it isn’t a breezy angel chore, taking charge of His toddlers’ souls whose bodies had been instantly squandered.</p>
<p>Were you God in Heaven how would you have handled those smithereens? Sometimes God dresses up His little kids as angels for the day, with papier-mâché wings, getting them out of the way, packing them off on a fail-safe leafy flight to ice cream land, with cosmic cell phones clipped to their pants.</p>
<p>A seasoned angel tags along for the kids’ dressy rehearsals: “This is the deal, little angels-to-be: always answer Big-Pa’s cell call, even in the middle of a cloudy ice cream swirl, else you could get flunked out of Angel School.</p>
<p>And any kid flunking Angel School, for <em>inzub-</em>ordination, cloud hooky, skipping home work, or pretending you didn’t hear Big-Pa’s beeper, is in for deep doo doo. Golly, you could even end up getting grounded, bounced out of a dark cloud in Heaven, on a raindrop, down Derry down, plop on some doggy poop. Why go bye from Heaven, gulped after flunking out of Angel school, when you could play Beef Trust, or cloudy computering up high in the sky?”</p>
<p>Our souls are a memory that belongs to God. When death comes instant, your soul’s last chance at having a thought is, “free dome again, <em>echh</em> splat where am bye going next?” So it goes: first your money and then your clothes. Whether you are old enough to review your life in a millisecond or <em>knot,</em> in our bones we know God is in charge, though God doesn’t meddle until push comes to shovel, when our life has ended.  His life is forever.</p>
<p>In the TWA 800 blast, Joe Lychner lost his whole world, his bountiful wife and beautiful daughters, demolished in a heartbeat. Joe was nabbed in the televised aftermath for one of those, ‘tell us how you feel,’ inquisitive interviews by Katie Couric, then of Today Show fame. As her producer signaled to cut, Joe Lychner blurted out, “Could I say something?”</p>
<p>Katie answered, “Ok, Joe,” and he said, to his family, they in the clouds above, though it appeared through the unblinking TV eye Joe was talking down to their sea buried bodies, “We know you are there and we aren’t leaving until we find you.” Joe Lychner, speaking to his loved ones for all the grieving families made all of us his family.</p>
<p>Of the passengers who perished that night on Long Island Sound, whose souls hung out in the clouds above, and in the next cloud over, they didn’t depart from that sea shore strip until they had a final look on their loved ones here on the earth, their requests for a last look granted lickety-split by the LAN Lord owner of our universe. That is why their families migrated to that Long Island shore, to throw garlands on the water, and to this day keep returning. In their heart broken hearts they know they must go there.</p>
<p>It’s your world. We share a spec of God’s universe. God reached out to us through Joe Lychner, and we could not leave that plane’s crash site until all of the victims’ bodies were retrieved, insuring their souls would be carried on the wind to a wispy cloud above, in spite of the <em>deaf-a-sit</em> bureaucracies that seek to ash our memories.</p>
<p>Nor will God allow us to exit Ground Zero, that opposite know fault, where the Towers’ collapse and evil mass murders were plotted in advance, with nothing left to chance.</p>
<p>In that first split moment of the first Tower crash, 167 innocent lives were instantly vaporized, but their souls did not evaporate. Souls belong to God and live forever. Within a few minutes, hundreds more were smoked and choked. Of those trapped in the towers, calling out on their cells, one man called his wife and said, “I love you,” and, “We are in God’s hands.”</p>
<p>Wherever you were, participating in the Twin Towers demise; crumbling in slow, live television before your eyes, for the living trapped inside, staring at ten hell-on-earth minutes to the ends of their lives, “in God’s hands,” was not the worst end all of <em>play-siz</em> to be spending final minutes.</p>
<p>Among three trillion pounds of twisted steel, crushed cement and general debris, God with His own hand, carefully fostered twenty seven hundred fifty-three of His souls, for the living to rake. A sky bound hook and ladder gang became<em> sew</em> attached to the place, their souls eluded capture. Pulling on the <em>LAN Lord uh pin Heaven</em>, they stifled bureaucracy’s cover up constructions, waiting for eternity to flower their Ground Zero.</p>
<p>Sad, but to be expected, land management foisted a new, improved terrorist resistant tower. The president is the one who must appropriate the sixteen acres, pay off the builders and piece by piece, see them clear the skyline scrape, one beam down at a time.</p>
<p>Those sixteen acres are America’s purple heart and from that day onward the site shall belong to us, not the government managers. The evil at Ground zero was wrought on we, the people— we were all participants! On behalf of all the souls bound there, for all of their families here on the earth, Ground Zero shall be known an international sanctuary. Intelligence bureaus claim a terrorist act is on an attacker’s planning board. FBI claims Qaeda’s needles are here, biding time, blending in our neighbor hoods. Don’t believe it.</p>
<p>For our destiny to manifest, Ground Zero, appropriated by Executive Order shall be seeded, with cobblestones breaking the grassy acres, converging at the center of Terrorist Mecca, where that remaining terror sculptured skeletal wall shall be reinstalled, as was promised by the 9/11 mayor.</p>
<p>Benches can be along the walks, to relax on in the sun and share a pigeon’s lunch, but not so many benches to hinder seeing-eye doggies on their lead. Homeless and panhandlers won’t be allowed. Twenty-dollar turnstiles will off set our <em>fed a rill</em> buy-out. World wide, expect millions of people will come to New York City, to visit our sanctuary.</p>
<p>Surrounding the twisted skeletal remains, set back twenty yards, with plenty walk space in between, weather proof message boards will display the old sky line, juxtaposed by a panoramic Ground Zero, the results from every September 11-13 angle, which none of us veterans need to look at. The outer wall, acres away, shall be the photo gallery of all who perished there that warm sunny day.</p>
<p>Upon that display, we shall have created an ingenious Home Land Security tourist trap.</p>
<p>In the event al Qaeda’s hay-stacked needles are here, they will journey to Ground Zero! With our purple heart our purple show, every imagined terrorist cannot but go there. Every chance possible Osama bin Laden’s terrorist needles, like mosquitoes circling a zapper, will be drawn to their haven on earth. Nothing can beat a terrorist’s respite from boxing pizza in Baltimore, than an inspirational visit to grassy Terrorist Mecca.</p>
<p>Throw in the mix all our NSA technology displayed in Enemy Of The State, managed by special agent Coleen Rowley, and bet the shins, it’s guaranteed we cap bin Laden’s schemers, connecting at the boards, whispering,  ‘Allah Akbar’ in their native tongues.</p>
<p>God will deliver His Qaeda needles to Ground Zero. There is one issue: our intelligence bureaucracies’ continuous unregulated squander of dollars. They shall, by Executive Order be horizontally connected, reset as a tripod pyramid, required by Order to post all counter intelligence suspicion on an inter-agency Wikis board. Any focus on American citizens for domestic counter intelligence investigations shall be a criminal act.</p>
<p>God has shown us that bureaucracies are evil. These run amok agencies, to hide their failures, installed a Homeland Security modeled on the East German Stasi. Intelligence agencies mockery of our Constitution and Bill of Rights must be eliminated.</p>
<p>These above-the-law bureaucracies, covering up, act like <em>perp al traitors</em>! We must focus on stacking the future deck, magnetizing al Qaeda’s needles at Ground Zero haystack. So grab a bench, schlep, throw your head back, and soak up some old gold sun, but don’t be whispering inside stocks. You’re on candid automatic.</p>
<p>There, at Ground Zero shall be destined a stone marker: John P. O’Neill Plaza.</p>
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<center><strong><em>State-of-the-art Moskino Italian Electric Bike In Advance, for Lev Campaign Volunteers. </em></strong></center>
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<p>How do you get a free state-of-the-art electric 7 speed <strong>Moskino</strong> manufactured / Lev campaign bike?</p>
<p>This the deal for all my campaign volunteers. You pony up the cost of a custom built Moskino electic bike w/  500 watt brushless motor, disk brakes, PAS system, three speed controller, 7 speed Shimano gears, rechargeable 36 Volt lithium polymer battery w/ warranty, total cost $1100.00 plus USA S&amp;H.</p>
<p>These bikes retail for $1800.00 The Lev campaign deal is special for Lev campaign independent on-your-own volunteers.</p>
<p>Under the law, when a candidate raises $5000 for their political campaign, in twenty separate states - total $100,000.00, the candidate qualifies for matching funds.<strong> I need to do five bike deals in twenty separate states.</strong> 100 electric bicycles, give or take.</p>
<p>When I cross the matching fund threshold I will return your campaign loan to you. Then I ask you send me the check back for my second round of matching funds. Upon that I send you $200 for your electric recharge costs, which should match the original Shipping &amp; Handling charges.</p>
<p>When the 2nd round of matching funds comes from the federal government your original $1100.00 is refunded to you in full - your loan to the campaign fully repaid and the bike yours to ride forever, especially when it is time to get out the vote.</p>
<p>That is the Lev deal. Matching funds means the Secretaries of State for all the Super Tuesday pimaries will put me on the ballot for their primary, (because I qualified for matching funds) and on the ballot in more than ten states<strong> guarantees</strong> my right to access for a nationwide speech on the PBS network.</p>
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<p>Tire : 26inch x 1.95 Kenda brand, sport style.</p>
<p>Frame : Alloy aluminum, 3 year warranty.</p>
<p>Motor : 500 W 36 V hub gear brushless motor</p>
<p>Front fork : Aluminum, with suspension.</p>
<p>With Pedaling assistant system PAS; throttle included.</p>
<p>Brakes : Disk brake front and rear.</p>
<p>Battery :Li-polymer 36V10Ah ,warranty 1 year, SGS certification</p>
<p>Lights : front and rear Led lights, management by display.</p>
<p>Speed system : Low 13Km/h Med 20Km/h High 25Km/h</p>
<p>(32Km\h for USA) speed selected by the display, every speed</p>
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<p>Shimano Megarange 7 speed Tourney.</p>
<p>Autonomy : 50-80km(with PAS system) Derailleur : Shimano Tourney.</p>
<p>Shifter : Shimano 7 speed Tourney.</p>
<p>Net weight : 24 KG battery included , Max load : 120Kg. Rims : Aluminum alloy double wall.</p>
<p>Gross weight : 29 KG Spokes : Carbon steel, spoke nipple in bronze.</p>
<p>Carrier : In aluminum, included. Kickstand : Lateral kickstand in aluminum, adjustable.</p>
<p>Display : Common sense required to use for managing the 3 speed, LED</p>
<p>lights, battery indicator and PAS system.</p>
<p>Charger : 2A , aluminum case, ventilation fan, low tension certificate and CE.</p>
<p>Mudguard : Hard black plastic, sport style. Pedals : In aluminum , VP brand, sport style. We also ship regular mud guard with carrier.</p>
<p>Stem &amp; Handlebar : Aluminum, adjustable, ZOOM brand. Crank : Aluminum arms, with crown 48T in steel.</p>
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<p><span>I, Mary Levinson was born in 1916 and I am the oldest webmaster in cyberspace<em>!</em><span> </span>I'm not going to quiet down until the world finds out my son is a prophet<em>!</em></span></p>
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<p style="padding: 3px;"><span>Scroll back up past the bicycle specs and look to my right at some of my son's campaign planks, besides the essay planks. My son is a true poet prophet with a world class program to  change the  course of human history on our<strong> Good Ship Mother Earth.</strong> For World Peace you must elect my son U.S. president. Regardless, his ideas make the  most sense for our country.</span></p>
<p>Read  as  deeply as you like. At the bottom of every campaign plank article  essay  is a window for your own commentary which will be posted,  unmoderated  on the page<em>!</em> As long as you don't write foul  language,  whatever you say, or ask about my son will respond to you. My son  writes about  events way in advance of their happenstance, so some of the  solutions  he provides for current affairs were drafted years ago.</p>
<p>Our  web site remodeling job was mastered by a very decent person from  the Nucleus community. I like nucleus better than word press. As I  already said, above, much of the writing here that appears so up-to-date my  Michael wrote in 1999. I'm having him update the pages for  2012. I love this blog idea. Instead of shoving around on a rope  line when the political campaigning heats up, you can talk to my  poet prophet son one-on-one, online, and ask him questions, right here, all  day long<em>! </em>Look at this picture<em>!</em> Does my kid look like a president or what?</p>
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<center><strong>Michael Stephen Levinson is a Prophet of G-d.</strong></center>
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 Click  on The Television Scripture the very first PLANK on the right. His hand  lettered magnum opus is going to be available digitized, the font his  original hand letters. My son was inspired with this work, in the  wilderness of the ocean, on a ship 40 days and 40 nights in 1969.</p>
<p>God revealed His word, the prophetic <strong>Television Scripture</strong> unto his mind. God gave my son <strong><em>The Vehicle for World Peace,</em></strong> His "spoken poem, written down, to be spoken for all man kind." <br />
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 Go have a look<em>!</em> There are four modes of apprehension: What you see, what you say, what you hear, and then you put his <em>silly bulls</em> together, tell your own vision, and read between the lines.</p>
<p>He  was friends with H. Marshall McLuhan, the world famous media prophet  from the sixties. They hung out together for a couple hours every other  week in 1970 while Michael was lettering the double column pages.  Marshall watched him write <strong>The Book ov Lev It A Kiss</strong> and  told me on the telephone one day, when Michael was half way done  lettering, that my son eclipsed James Joyce and had Finnigan's Wake  beat. Go ahead. Try it out starting with <strong>Adman and Even in the Gar Den ov Edum</strong>.</p>
<p>From the office of president of United  States my son plans to create the first peaceful night in 5,000 years  of recorded history. He seeks our presidency, focusing us on his World  Peace plank, the performance of his "spoken poem for all man kind," he lettered  to perform on <em>whirled</em> wide television, from dusk until dawn for all the worlds' peoples to <em>sea</em>,  listen to and be a part of all at once, with every line a delicate  sensible rhyme, running and punning through every spoken tongue. <br />
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 My son, the Lev must be president of United States to deliver <strong><em>World vid</em> Peace.</strong></p>
<p>Lev, as president can establish world peace and food chain harmony during his first term in office<em>! </em>World Peace can be reality for the new millennium, beginning with a peaceful <strong><em>whirled</em></strong> wide night. Of course we want that! <br />
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 On this website, by my son's inspired words, you can judge his proposed <strong><a href="/new/index.php?itemid=19&amp;catid=1" target="_blank">Executive Orders,</a> </strong>the  sweeping innovations our country needs regardless who is president.  Judge for yourself the potential benefits for all the world's people  with my son's programs listed as PLANKS and ESSAYS on the right side of  the page; and whether or not my son Michael Stephen Levinson is the  genuine article, a <strong>bard poet prophet</strong> who comes from God, chosen to make peace - to deliver the world to Peace and change the course of human history on good ship Mother Earth for the next millennium.</p>
<p>I  don't want to hurt anyone's feelings, but Barky Obama,  though decent, is not a world leader. He played the <em>politishinz</em> game, because he is one of them. He won the election so that made him a winner<em>! </em>He  has a lovely wife and two beautiful daughters. All Obama had to do was  show up and he could have been a better president than George F. Bush. (F stands for  fascist). Except better than Bush was not good enough and Obama has spent 25 hours every week in Washington, out golfing.  An election winner does not a world leader make.<br />
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 Do you want world peace, or the <em>politishinz'</em> fear  driven, vote for this or else, status quo? My son is the one who sees  our presidency as a stepping stone to World Peace, to lead the world's  people to a better place.<br />
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 That is why my son has wanted to be president since he was four years old.<br />
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 His "<strong>new word order</strong>," the prophetic <a href="/new/index.php?itemid=2&amp;catid=1" target="_blank">The Book ov Lev</a> was written down in 1969-70 with one purpose in mind, to perform on world wide television, for all the world's peoples to <em>sea</em>, listen to and be a part of all at once, from dusk until dawn, with every line a delicate sensible rhyme.</p>
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<p>My son plans his peace poem to air from dusk until dawn, like old blind Homer, who sang of Oddyseus, with every <em>buddy</em> at home, laying back like lords of their own manor, but better - he will give the world, on <strong>world wide television</strong>, an American lingo dusk until dawn thriller, a God inspired <em>mull tie ling well</em> giant  art from my son's heart right off the top of his head, running and  punning thru every spoken tongue, with every line a delicate sensible  rhyme. I know I keep repeating his lines. I need to get it through your  thick heads my son is a Prophet in the same class with all the Hebrew  Prophets who came before him. Find this out for yourself. Listen to <em>Hymn!</em></p>
<p>G-d will move through my Michael Stephen Levinson, during the performance of his twelve "our" video <em>trans crypt</em>, to be given living, the rhyme when it's time. <strong>It's your world</strong>, shleppers. <strong>The Book ov Lev It A Kiss</strong> is the prophetic advance television <em>script sure</em> of  what is coming. With you behind Hymn,  my son will accomplish World Peace, and lead the world to a better  place. Isn't World Peace what the world wants?</p>
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 My son enough for his book.<br />
 You get "New World Hors D'oeuvres."<br />
 <strong>When the matching funds comes he returns your <em>loan.</em></strong><br />
 Then you re-up and he sends your <em>loan</em> back to you again. Ponzai<em>!</em></span></p>
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<p>I'm sorry you didn't vote for my son in 2008, the poet prophet president<em>! </em>But  how could you vote for my Michael when you didn't even know he was  walking on the planet. Barky Obama was a good trasnsitional president, although thin skinned like they all are. His moment of change has come and gone - nothing changed except a changing of the guard. We voted for Obama because  it was time to turn the page on the pigment impediment and fulfill our melting pot heritage. For that reason I'm glad Obama got elected president. His election paves the way for the first Jewish president.</p>
<p>Beautiful wife and lovely kids says Obama is a winner, but "winner" does not mean leader<em>!</em> Without  my son in the picture our world is leaderless. My son is the designated  poet prophet to steer the wheel and change the course of human history on our good  ship mother <em>urf</em>. Lev has the new word order.</p>
<p>Read the essay I am linking here about the <a href="/new/index.php?itemid=26&amp;catid=1" target="_blank">TWA 800 crash</a>.  My Lev wrote the TWA part about a week after the plane blew up. When  you read TWA 800 you will see that my son's mind is above all our minds —  that his revelationary sense of the universe, and the inspired words he  was given to express <strong>our collective place</strong> in G-d's  scheme of things, is beyond any ordinary sense of common imagination,  beyond everybody's pay grade. My son talks about another water planet -  describes it.</p>
<p>The new water planet my son described in his TWA 800 requium was just discovered in 2007<em>! </em>Years after his description.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><img style="border-width: 0px;" title="Levinson" src="/new/media/images/levinblue.jpg" alt="" width="270" height="356" /></p>
<p>My son, The Lev, is a living prophet<em>!</em> Read this mini essay <a href="/new/index.php?itemid=7&amp;catid=1" target="_blank">on our hot button issues.</a> I  should have saved the hair that fell off his head, when he had hair,  that he left in my clean bathroom sink. I could have sold it on eBay for  ten bucks per hair. I could finally have gotten rich in my old age  before I kicked the bucket<em>!</em></p>
<p>World peace will begin with a  peaceful night, and when everyone is doing the same thing at the same  time - world wide - watching Lev <strong>tell his vision</strong> as God moves through him live on world wide TV. That will be <em>"a pox on yer lips"</em> the first peaceful night in 5000 years of recorded history - the beginning of World Peace!</p>
<p>Barky  Obama cannot deliver World Peace. World Peace worldwide is above  Barky's pay grade, as Barky Obama will readily admit. But my son,   Lev can deliver World Peace!</p>
<p>Here<em>!</em> Read <a href="/new/index.php?itemid=29&amp;catid=1" target="_blank">The Clintstones.</a> I  just added some pictures of my Michael having a private get together  with some orca killer whales. No. Don't read it now. Use 'Select All'  and download it for reading later. It's great, H. L. Menchkin tough, and  every paragraph leads to the next and the next. (The pics are black and  white).</p>
<p>Instead, right this minute read his poem <a href="/new/index.php?itemid=28&amp;catid=1" target="_blank">Clintstone of Forkskinova</a>. Now read <a href="/new/index.php?itemid=14&amp;catid=1" target="_blank">Free Political TV for Candidates</a>, his campaign finance reform plan that is unbeatable<em>!</em> Are there any Literati out there? Here is <a href="/new/index.php?itemid=30&amp;catid=1" target="_blank">Kuwaiting for the Dough,</a> in the raw, originally his tour de force intro for, "New World Hors Doeuvres," my son's fresh work of historical <em>fix shin</em>. <em><strong>Kuwaiting for the Dough,</strong></em> has a paragraph describing what we saw take place on 9 / 11, written down ten years in advance.</p>
<p>This  is an example of genuine prophesy! At first my son wrote, "N.Y. Dolly  Road," but reading to me in my kitchen he said, "I can't write N.Y. That  will give terrorists ideas about attacking New York City again. I don't  want that. I'll change it to NYE. It sounds like a parkway, sort of New  Yorky. Here is the key paragraph in <em>Kuwaiting For The Dough,</em> his Gulf War masterpiece:</p>
<p>"It's  obvious from viewing the surrendering forces that we'd rendered them  helpless - even with a just cause, like Jihad and country, there wasn't  any taste for battle in the Iraqis. Not after all those smart-rocks from  above. We ought to have eased up on the stick and quelled Chief  Thousand Lights' handlers in their thirst for  how-do-I-get-re-elected-blood-<wbr></wbr>footage because,<strong> it could happen that we all end up going down the Abu Nye Dolly Road, choking on our own.</strong></p>
<p>Both Abu N.Y. dolly and Abu <em>nye dolly</em> are  play on the name Abu Nidal, the infamous Palestinian terrorist who  trained the 9/11 terrorists how to sieze control of an airplane while in  flight. So, in 1993, to write N.Y., punning the name Nidal, my son  thought was planting thoughts for terrorists to attack New York City  again when they read his <em>Kuwaiting</em> and my Michael did not want that<em>!</em> He  was bugged by New York and kept going back and forth with N.Y. and nye  until finally deciding on nye, in caps, to disguise the idea of a  terrorist attack on New York City that he was fortelling.</p>
<p>"It could happen that we all end up going down the Abu Nye Dolly Road, choking on our own."</p>
<p>Nye  goes back to Chaucer, from the French, 'a brood or flock of pheasants,'  on September 11, the fateful brood a flock of 747's. The "Dolly" is a cart,  for hauling heavy stuff, the trucks as dollys carting away the twin  towers trashed. When we watched the towers crumble down, their thick  dust billowing down the corridor streets for blocks around we were all  "choking on our own."</p>
<p>Obama was elected president but my son is a  genuine prophet who comes to us from G-d with one purpose: to bring  redemption for all with his World Peace program, his words for all man kind.</p>
<p>It's up to you to let the 'elected officials' know you know about my son! <em>Barky's</em> group doesn't have a plan to deliver World Peace and food chain harmony. <em>Politishinz</em> aren't leaders. They don't have a clue! They preach fear to scare the people. <em>Politishinz'</em> talk  is mostly bad poetry. They identify an issue and then you are supposed to read between  the lines, imagining their identifying the problem means they are going  to solve it except when it comes to solution time they crap out.</p>
<p>They sure aren't world class poets with creative policies and innovative nuts and bolts solutions for all of our mammoth <em>prob limbs!</em> Read my son's <strong>National Car-Lotto</strong> essay, and <strong>Wagging the North Korean Dog</strong>.  My son has a wealth of experience and a giant vision for our country  that he has written down in these web site pages. Shout about it. <em>Barky</em> Obama will get the message<em>!</em></p>
<p>My son's long term economic program will give us the <strong>four day week, </strong>leading to the <strong>six hour day,</strong> and down the road to the <strong>seven month year </strong>with  enough money coming in to support a spouse and two kids. My son can do  so much more besides delivering World Peace, for all the world's  peoples, for the next millennium<em>!</em></p>
<p>Together, we can pitch in and get my son's World Peace message on the table so <strong>all of us </strong>together can change the course of human history on our good ship mother <em>urf</em>.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><img style="border: 0pt none;" src="/new/media/images/billy1.jpg" alt="Silly-Billy links to Dolphins teaching alphabet demonstration" width="292" height="259" /></p>
<p>This website is being tansformed from Levinson for president to Lev for World Peacemaker headquarters. <em>Sea</em> Silly Billy dolphin above - Visit <a href="http://www.alphabet-learning.com/" target="_blank">http://www.alphabet-<wbr></wbr>learning.com</a> Click on Silly Billy when you get there!</p>
<p>My son's alphabet-learning web site is where you find all about my son's Adobe Flash program for teaching <em>liddle</em> kids  the alphabet and numbers with the idea of ending illiteracy, world  wide. His alphabet-learning software is available for an unbelievably  reasonable recession price of <strong>$1.99<em>!</em></strong> After you learn your A,B,C,'s you can go for an <a href="http://www.onlinephd.net"> online phd</a>.</p>
<p>My  son will be the leader of the free world when he is president. Is  there anything wrong with that? Good for you. He will free the world of  its tyranny with his God inspired Words. That's why he is here<em>!</em> To settle up <em>turf</em> on the good ship mother <em>urf</em>, for openers.</p>
<p>Then he will show the way to reverse the global warming, before it's too late. I know you want that.</p>
<p>Watch my son talk to everyone in the Middle East. Show the <em>politishinz</em> how  it's done. It can happen with you behind him. He's going to sing an  ancient Hebrew hymn, the clarion call for peace, and slowly turn the  Hebrew from Moses into an Arabic Hymn, and then, when every eyeball in  the whole Middle east is glued to their televisions. . . settle  everything.</p>
<p>Can you imagine Hillary Clintstone talking to the Palestinian people <em>en masse</em>? <em>Politishinz </em>only talk to other <em>politishinz.</em></p>
<p>I'm  sorry my son didn't win the presidential election in 2008 because I wanted to  shoe those shoddy Bushbergs right off the inaugural platform. I was  going to "float" the Bible with my spirit, in front of all of you, and  whither that basturd Bush's clan in front of the world, especially  George's mother, that old smugletarian switch. I'm dead so I can say  whatever I want. The old switch can't touch me.</p>
<p>My son's righteousness will  triumph over evil regardless of my spirit, or else you will lose your  good life on this planet, and he will start over somewhere else in the  universe, on another water planet - without you, your souls left behind,  locked in the asphalt.<em>!</em> Boo hoo on you, dummies.</p>
<p>That's  what will happen. My son The Lev with his whale of a tale could get  assassinated by FBI then woe unto all of you. He will stop off in  Heaven for a couple weeks to visit with Duke Ellington and Louis  Armstrong and take stock throughout all of Heaven who wants to go with  him to the new water planet and who wants to stay here watching from  Heaven as Mother Nature's balance tips the tock and your good life on  earth is forever shlocked.</p>
<p>Of course you can save the good ship mother earth<em>!</em> Of  course you can end the continuous rape of Mother Nature. Of course you  can avoid an irrevocable forclosure of your good life on <em>urf</em> by your <strong>Lan</strong> Lord <em>uh pin </em>Heaven  who is your Creator. But we must have World Peace first. Your  involvement is the bottom line. For World Peace and food chain harmony  the answer is you voting for Hymn<em>!</em></p>
<p>My son will deliver the letter, but he can't build the stage without your support. I'm  an old lady. Old. Waiting past my lifetime. Am I talking plain? Click on my Orca buddy.</p>
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<p>Give me a hand, getting my prophet son's World Peace message out  and <strong>I will arrange for you to have plenty of tax free dollars for 'walking around money,'</strong> besides a free state-of-the-art electric bike, so you aren't going to die of starvation on the campaign trail volunteering in The Levinson for President World Peace campaign<em>!</em></p>
<p>The prophetic c. 1971 <a href="/new/index.php?itemid=2&amp;catid=1" target="_blank">The Book ov Lev It A Kiss,</a> that  described the Gulf War in detail, in advance, and Nixon leaving the W.  House early, and Governor Wallace getting a shot in the back, and the  ozone layer depleting, amongst many other written-down-in-advance world  events, might be original and new to you, but not to FBI's domestic  intelligence folks in the federal government.</p>
<p>Were it not for  them, Hoover's minions, that fascist cross dressing pervert of dirt -  the world would have found out about my son a long time ago. J. Edgar  Pervert wrote a memo that if my son makes headway and gets his message  out he is to be put down, with "extreme prejudice."</p>
<p>The FBI's  unconstitutional domestic counter intelligence group wants to kill my  son so you miss out on World Peace and they will cover who does it. In  1980, the night before my son was going to meet Muhammad Ali, to  challenge him to go with my son to Teheran and get the hostages, instead  of fighting Larry Holmes, FBI sabotaged my car. Real fast one guy cut  the 0 ring holding up my new muffler while the other one punched a hole  in the gas tank. Besides that, Hoover that pervert dirt bag had a bug  placed in my bedroom, too. What did Mr. Pervert think was going on?</p>
<p>The  longest, deepest, most intrusive files ever compiled on any American  citizen are the files your government's intelligence bureaucrats  actively keep current on my son. That's because they see my Michael as a  genuine threat to their unconstitutional above-the-law way of doing  business and they have conspired against him. Thank God for the  Internet!</p>
<p>Now that Obama is elected, I am going to make sure my  son posts lots of documents to compliment his non-partisan presidential  platform. Some of the documents I'm going to post are raw material from,  "New World Hors Doeuvres," to prove to you what I am telling you about  your above-the-law domestic intelligence government.</p>
<p>Love to you  from me, Mary Levinson, the oldest deadest moxiest webmaster in  cyberspace. I always wanted to live rent free in the White House and be  in charge of the kitchen. Instead I'm living rent free napping in a  cloud.</p>
<p>My son has the recipe for World Peace - a new word order  which I am sure he can deliver regardless whether he is president or not  - though he is probably right that he won't be able to put it together  as a private citizen, yet he is, regardless, the inspired master of  words, world orders and word hors doeuvres. I have the <a href="http://michaelslevinson.com/rep1.html" target="_blank">recipe for chicken soup</a> which you can get to with a mouse click. My son has email for both of us-I read everything. Email is here: <a href="mailto:lev@michaelslevinson.com" target="_blank">lev@michaelslevinson.com</a></p>
<p>Barack Obama won the election but my down to earth son has words for all man kind, way above <em>Barky</em> Obama's and Billy Clintstone's pay grades.</p>
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<p>I am the candidate for president and I am pleased the way my web site is shaping up. I invite all my visitors to leave comments which I will review and when needed, answer any of your questions.</p>
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<p>Happy New Year. January 3, 2011 is the first day the nucleus upgraded new and improved Michael Stephen Levinson for President 2012 is up and running. Welcome.</p>
<cite>Comment by <a title="97.106.103.119 | Click to visit Michael Stephen Levinson's website or send an email" href="http://michaelslevinson.com"> Michael Stephen Levinson</a> — January  3 2011 @ 07:12 AM</cite></li>
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<p>What can I say?  You will be added to my website.</p>
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<p>Pretty cool post.It’s really very nice and useful post.Thanks for sharing this with us!it’s my first visit.</p>
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<p>Very cool post. I just recently started following your blog, but I look forward to contributing more in the future</p>
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<p>You think George Soros is a "very decent person?"  Are you kidding?</p>
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<p>You have my full support.</p>
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<p>A good speech is like a miniskirt: short enough to be interesting, but long enough to cover the essentials.</p>
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<p>Well, I would like to thank you for the efforts you have made in writing such a noble article. Very inspirational.</p>
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<p>freak</p>
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<p>Get checked out</p>
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<p>Blogging from within a mental institution - that's a pretty original idea! Only kidding.</p>
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<p>what a surprise, a Jewish mother who thinks her son is a prophet.</p>
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<p>I am very pro-peace. I think we should unilaterally withdraw from all foreign occupations. <br />
 But taking away guns from Americans will not promote peace either abroad or here. Then only psychopaths will have guns.</p>
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<p>Good Luck,<br />
 I'm sure you'll have a chance to end up on either the Colbert Report or the Daily Show... but they'll probably be making fun of you (consider yourself warned).<br />
 Nope. I am so far banned by all networks. Otherwise they would have invited me already.</p>
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<p>I don't know about Lev.  But I may vote for your mom for president.  'Click on my Orca buddy.' indeed.</p>
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<p>Independent Pres article. Thought you might be interested:<br />
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 http://www.whiteoutpress.com/articles/wach/wanted-independent-candidates-for-president/<br />
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<p>Interesting! It makes a lot of sense with me and it was such a big help. I had also fun reading your post. Thank you.</p>
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<p>Good lord, Michael Stephen Levinson looks alike Mahatma Gandhi and his idology also seems to be of a great human being.</p>
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<p>freelance writer</p>
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<p>freelance writer</p>
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<p>I read your article which I assume has been written after deep thought. I have been following you for a while and have asked my friends also to do so.</p>
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<p>I learn something new on different blogs every day. It is always refreshing to read posts of other bloggers and learn something from them. Thanks for sharing.</p>
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<p>Mary, I truly agree..whether or not Michael becomes President his views are really honest and good for US people.</p>
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<p>I think this guy is very talented for ho=is cause</p>
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<p>I read your article which I assume has been written after deep thought. I have been following you for a while and have asked my friends also to do so.</p>
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    <description><![CDATA[<p>FRI JUN 03, 2011 AT 05:46 PM EDT<br />
 Running For President The Hard Way<br />
 bymichaelslevinson<br />
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 I am an independent write-in candidate for president. In my view key to winning the presidential election is access to mass media, to deliver a live broadcast speech. In the history of political speech on television, specifically, on PBS, I am the only person in our nation's history ever to have given a live extemporaneous, unscripted speech as a candidate for president. That was 1988, in New Hampshire, on New Hampshire Public Television. I was on the ballot running as a republican.<br />
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I joined the party of Abraham Lincoln in 2nd grade. My first campaign was Dewey v. Truman. I was a Dewey fanatic, with buttons, signs, flyers and posters. I stood on the street corners coming home from school, shouting, "Dewey Dewey Dewey." I went to bed I thought I'd helped elect the winner. I do not subscribe to the fascist proposals of the so-called republican party.<br />
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I speak I win. I win i speak whirled wide. Forget Barky Obama! Yes, he is a winner. He outsmarted both Hillary Rodham Clintstone and John McCain, and won the general election. Obama gave us the chance to turn the page on the pigment impediment, and we took it. Now it's time we turn the page again.<br />
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Barky Obama is not from the hood, shooting hoops in the yard. Barack is not your neighbor. Obama is from Harvard, sadly somewhat thin skinned and snooty.<br />
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Neither of our so-called two political parties has anyone who is a leader.<br />
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Michael Stephen Levinson is your humble poet prophet. I bring to the political table a prophetic Television Scripture, 112 double column pages deep, the Vehicle for World Peace lettered on the pages to perform, like Dante, of Divine Comedic fame, with the deep sea did breadth of old blind Homer, from dusk until dawn, on all the radio waves and television channels at once,  telling my vision, what eye see, with every line a delicate sensible mull tie ling well rhyme.<br />
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In the land of the blind, the one eyed man is king.<br />
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What Iamb going to do—the performance of my Television Scripture, the Vehicle for World Peace is above everybody's pay grade! I understand that. I get out of bed and put on one sock at a time.<br />
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When you visit http://www.michaelslevinson.com you don't find send money signs, rather an innovative non-partisan solution for every prob Limb facing our nation. The Lev Jobs Plan: Build Yankee Clipper ships to carry our package cargoes around the world. Build the Yankee Clipper ships wherever there is water and people need work.<br />
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The ships shall be crewed by college students getting their undergraduate education while seeing the world, and paying lesser tuition to be aboard. The not-for-profit fleets will be tied to the Colleges and Universities, booking their cargoes. Harvard would have a fleet of forty, freeing up 1600 seats on land.<br />
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The ship sails made of solar voltaic materials will generate electricity all day, to turn the screws when the wind is down or the fleet is coming to port. Clipper ships powered by the sun, driven by the wind, with state of the art semi-automatic sails and rotational masts to optimally catch every gust, like the ancient Cheyenne-easy junks, is the way to move our goods over the seas.<br />
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Because the crew is paying tuition to be there, with or without cargo, the ships are making money, and timely pay for their building carrying cargo.<br />
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We can say to every nation, we will import your products, but the goods must come on our clippers.<br />
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The Levinson 4 president ship building program will create millions of decent long lasting manufacturing jobsin USA, wherever there is water and people need work, up and down The Great Lakes, all of our coasts, and the Mississippi.<br />
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Does Lev have a health care program? Lev Health Care will within six weeks cover every person in America at half the projected cost of "Obama's Care," and for long lasting success, requires only a one line change in the tax code?<br />
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The issue is, besides an innovative solution for all that troubles the whole worlds' e con oh me, is our inspired poet prophet fun to listen to - his out loud lyrics, a pox on yer lips, a judgment Day and or night where we are all reposed, sitting back in the jury box. On the Lev website find the story of Adman and Even in The Gar Den ov Edum. Judge for yourself the contents of Lev character.<br />
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    <description><![CDATA[<p>The article posted to was written by Brent Hatley. Brent Hatley, a Marine Corps veteran, is the executive producer of the Bubba the Love Sponge Show on syndicated radio. I began as follows:</p>
<p>"Both issues you raise are very interesting to me as I am an independent write-in candidate for president. With an Executive Order, all of the marijuana prohibitions will go away, 50,000 medical dispensary shops will spring up – places where you can sit, talk, have a sandwich, with coffee or a sweet drink. I estimate one half million jobs, and for the person in the front window, without any education or job history, cleaning the herb, preparing blunts and bags – that person, a fresh taxpayers, is in their DREAM JOB!<br />
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 Do I smoke dope? Certainly I smoke every dope within earshot-stupid people burn up whenever I talk. With another Executive Order, stating, within one year, all the paper used by the federal government, and all the clothing worn by the US military shall be manufactured using industrial hemp grown by American farmers, another whole industry will be created.<br />
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 <strong>Now to Keith Olbermann</strong>. I discovered his “not for profit” blog, <strong>FOKnewschannel.com</strong> about the 3rd week of April and began posting there. I took "Friends of Keith News Channel" in its abbreviated FOK all one word form to mean an open place where, as a candidate for US president, I could state my case by posting the innovative solutions I bring to our developing political contest – who should be elected president.<br />
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 As vicious as the police were, killing a veterean marine without cause, in Arizona, that is how f b i conducts domestic counter intelligence activities in this country when it comes to people they don’t like. I refer to J. Edgar Hoover as, “J. Edgarina, the pharaoh of fascists, the fascist cross dressing pervert of dirt.” Hoover’s minions do not like me.<br />
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 Having said that, as soon as i started posting on Olbermann's open ended blog I was being viciously attacked. Not mere unregulated personal flame attacks, rather full blast blow torches! All unmoderated by Olbermann's web administrators.<br />
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 One of the posters built a separate Friends of Keith “society” web site. I looked at it. One of the coterie of people attacking my posts – personal attacks – never a critical comment about any of my ideas, platform planks or programs – just vicious personal blow torch flames was instructing the others in her “society” page post on the techniques for getting rid of these “cockroaches” we don’t like who are posting on Keith’s FOKnewschannel open forum blog.<br />
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 I have seen Internet flames. Who hasn’t? But never a posting where someone is giving instructions on how to drive some one away from a web site.<br />
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 I kept posting away and their viciousness was without cease. Moderation on Keith Olbermann's site did not exist. One of the attackers, I called her f b i Squaw, Trolling Witch, attacked me with fascist innuendo, for my being in a C-SPAN recorded debate at Boston U., in 1992. 1992?<br />
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 I suggested to Olbermann's blog readership she was an f b i troll, being fed informtion from the Domestic Counter Intelligence Group. She admitted to that! That is far out because if she wasn’t f b i she was breaking the law, and if she is, what the hell does that tell you? She referred to me as someone who “wears funny little hats,” a reference to the (skull cap) yarmulke Jews wear when they go into a temple.<br />
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 The "Friends of Keith Olbermann news Channel dot com blog was wide open. A typical page had more than 80,000 words before a fresh page began so each page of comments initiated by an Olbermann “Worst Person,” or James Thurber reading was one giant scroll.<br />
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 Finally, on the 3rd page of a James Thurber reading, about cars, my detractors high jacked my screen name. That is identity theft. That is against our laws.<br />
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 They then proceeded to post nasty filthy attacks against other posters, and other commentaries that would lead any person to conclude my campaign for president was some sort of joke and therefore not worth paying any due. This kind of “political dirty trick” sent Donald Segretti to jail after Nixon resigned his office.<br />
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 I kept posting “this post above, (with time and date,) is not me,” and the person doing it kept throwing up more lies and misstatements, having stolen my “Unknown Poet” identity.<br />
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 Finally, without notice, abruptly, the FOKnewschannel.com not for profit personal blog of Keith Olbermann disappeared! The current.com people, or Keith’s people, canceled the whole site without notice. When the site was established there was notice in the press. It isn't any stretch to imagine an important person like Keith Olbermann, winner of the Edward R. Murrow award for broadcast integrity would, in the coduce of Internet affairs, display that integrity.</p>
<p>Olbermann's admin people knew the laws were being broken, and this illegality was happening on his web site! Laws were being violated, and instead of freezing the page, and contacting the authorities, Olbermann buried the evidence of the illegal identity theft. That also is illegal. That web site is also not to be found in any Internet archive.</p>
<p>I recollect martha Stewart served time in jail for mis answering a question during an f b i interview. Keith Olbermann could suffer the same fate! <br />
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 I’m complaining here to you, to all of the DC readers! The issues I raised in my campaign postings were spelled out in full on FOKnewschannel.com where the admin people allowed the filthiest blow torch personal attacks to continue laced with more four letter words than you care to read. They sat there for hours watching the identity theft, and the destruction of my character and candidacy! When I suggested liabilty then Keith Olbermann abruptly pulled the whole site down, to hide the evidence.<br />
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<p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-align: center; padding: 0px;">Here was / is my first and near instantly supressed Fire Doggy Lake post</p>
<p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; padding: 0px; border: 0px initial initial;">I am an independent (formerly republican) write-in candidate for president. I bring to the table a<span> </span><strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; padding: 0px; margin: 0px; border: 0px initial initial;">Vehicle for Whirled Peace</strong>, that, a ‘spoken poem for all man kind,’ a<span> </span><strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; padding: 0px; margin: 0px; border: 0px initial initial;">Television Scripture</strong>, 112 pages deep, in double columns, hand lettered on the page to perform, from dusk until dawn, like Dante before me, of Divine Comedic fame, and old bind Homer, from dusk until dawn, with every line a delicate sensible rhyme.</p>
<p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; padding: 0px; border: 0px initial initial;">From my point of view, what I state in these pages is of great import. Upon only a single speech, where I give the viewers and listeners the opportunity to participate in my Television Scripture and test drive my Vehicle for World Peace I will be overwhelmingly elected to the presidency, my lifetime ambition, outwitting Hoover’s Medici.</p>
<p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; padding: 0px; border: 0px initial initial;">In light of Lockerbie, where the Pan Am plane was destroyed on Gaddafi’s order, diplomats would make it clear that either Gaddafi leaves, or all of his wives and his children and the children of his children and all of their families would be hunted down to the far ends of the earth and slaughtered, Gaddafi first.</p>
<p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; padding: 0px; border: 0px initial initial;">In the event he committed suicide we would see to it his body was fed to pigs and left to be pecked by the vultures in the desert and we would go on to kill every living relative – slit their every throat. <br style="padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /></p>
<p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; padding: 0px; border: 0px initial initial;">It is a language he would understand, and were he to see me say the above on video tape, without our firing a shot Gaddafi would be gone. <br style="padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /></p>
<p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; padding: 0px; border: 0px initial initial;">Once upon a time the Social Security had a cash surplus. It was in a lock box, with key less entry. The cash was replaced with Savings Bonds so we have to pay twice. What did they do with our money? They built a state of the art (circa 1943) aircraft carrier and named it for the Gypper. And where is the aircraft carrier and its attending task force? In the Pacific. And where are the hot spot no fly zones? In the Mediterranean. <br style="padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /></p>
<p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; padding: 0px; border: 0px initial initial;">This is important because in the event the dictator balked I would order a dozen of those 500 pound conventional monster bombs dropped on his compound so every living thing in the compound and within a quarter mile was obliterated. I would have used all our satellite tech to be sure he was there and made dozens of public statements, on CNN and other channels, al jazeera, 20 minutes before the B52&#8242;s did their thing, saying we are not barbarians and he, Gaddafi, was off limits. <br style="padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /></p>
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    <description><![CDATA[<p>Gabby Giffords was nearly assassinated in Arizona. The crazed gunman carefully planned to murder the congress lady, and others. He killed a federal judge, who just happened to be there, and a nine years old girl. A bunch of innocent people died for nothing. There cannot be dispute this was a heinous crime.</p>
<p>Upon election to the office of president, via <strong>Executive Order</strong>, to be followed by an Act of Congress I will see enacted the <strong>Heinous Crime Act</strong>. When a heinous crime is committed, the prosecutor, at the arraignment, will Motion the Court to summarily declare the case presented a Heinous Crime.</p>
<p>Upon that declaration a three judge panel will be convened and the case shall be heard within 40 days. After the case is heard, in the event the person charged is found guilty, the three judge panel will sentence the charged person. The defense attorneys will have 20 days to file one appeal only to the Supreme Court.</p>
<p>The Supreme Court, upon its own discretion, may or may not hear the appeal. The sentence will then be carried out after the Appeal, unless the Higher Court overrules the lower court.</p>
<p>The Heinous Crime Act will be retro to the Gabby Giffords case, and that will take the grin off the crazed Jared Loughner's face. He pulled the trigger on a nine year old girl. A heinous crime against all of us cannot be tolerated.</p>
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