NSA et al v. SNOWDEN

June 17th, 2013

In the case of the National Security Agency et al versus Edward Snowden, two fundamental, underlying questions, among others, largely go unasked. Whom are we protecting, and at what cost are we protecting them?

Fifth Column: noun. A clandestine group or faction of subversive agents who attempt to undermine national solidarity by any means at their disposal. Credit for the term belongs to General Emilio Mola Vidal during the Spanish Civil War (1936–39). -From Encyclopaedia Britannica

The Constitution of the United States of America (Amendment IV): “The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no Warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by Oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, or the persons or things to be seized.”

 Context

Firstly, the federal government enacted harshly punitive laws against using certain classes of neuro-behavioral drugs, undermining the spirit and intent of the original Harrison Act of 1914 to protect drug-users from impurities. In doing so, our government was depriving us Americans of our constitutional right, pursuant to the Fourth Amendment, against unreasonable search and seizure. The stated goal? To be arresting and prosecuting newly-demonized “drug-dealers” engaging in the newly-coined term, “money-laundering”. One costly consequence? Loss of our liberty.

Secondly, the federal government, under cover of the Sixteenth Amendment, enacted a series of self-serving, oppressive, and regressive laws; wrote a series of self-serving, oppressive, and regressive regulations therefrom;  and pursued a series of self-serving, oppressive, and regressive policies taxing the incomes of the creative and productive. In doing so, our government was depriving us Americans of our constitutional right against unreasonable search and seizure. The stated goal? To be obstructing the financial activities of alleged “criminals”, “terrorists”, and tax-evaders engaging in “money-laundering”. One costly consequence? Loss of our liberty.

Thirdly, the federal government, having opened the floodgates to a tidal wave of immigration, legal and illegal (including to millions of Mohammedans), ignited the fire of Mohammedan fanaticism by double-crossing our ally in Iraq, the homicidal thug Saddam Hussein, and stationing American troops, “infidels” to the Mohammedans, on sacred soil in Saudi Arabia albeit with permission. Then, the government unleashed a number of unconstitutional programs (e.g., the overt “Patriot Act” and covert “Prism”). In doing so, our government was depriving us Americans of our constitutional right against unreasonable search and seizure. The stated goal? To be minimizing the threat from “terrorists”. One costly consequence? Loss of our liberty.

Patriotism or Treason?

Now, we have the case of Edward Snowden, labeled “traitor” by the same politicians who, for decades, have been enacting laws one costly consequence of which has been progressive loss of our liberty. Who, then, is the patriot and who the traitor? The citizen, Edward Snowden, who, whatever be his motives, alerted us fellow-Americans to yet another and secret, costly loss of our liberty? The professional politicians [e.g., Dianne Feinstein (Democrat) and John Boehner (Republican)], who, while sitting in their plush offices in the District of Corruption at taxpayers’ expense ostensibly are defending and protecting us but at the cost of our liberty?

In making their case, these politicians claim that the NSA and its colleagues were acting within laws passed by these same politicians. Possibly. Even probably. Does enacting a law, however, necessarily render it in keeping with the U.S. Constitution or traditional American ideals? Does confirmation by the U.S. Supreme Court, known for changing decisions despite stare decisis, make it so?

Questions

As previously noted, in pursuing the story of Mr. Snowden, most in Big Media have been ignoring two, fundamental, underlying questions, among others.  Whom are we protecting, and at what cost are we protecting them?

The politicians and bureaucrats defend their behavior based upon its consequence . . . namely, allegedly having obviated a number of terrorists’ attacks. As usual, in the name of national security, they offer no evidence, leaving questions unanswered. How many? How serious? How likely?

Let’s accept their defense as valid for the sake of discussion. Who, then, are these so-called terrorists, remembering that one man’s terrorist is another man’s hero . . . or heroine, as the case may be? Members of the IRA . . . of the Shining Path . . . of the KKK . . . of domestic, self-styled militias?

No! None of these organizations. All are members of the same religion . . . of Mohammedanism (aka/Islam) . . . acting in the name of that religion.

Should we, nevertheless, accept the cost of progressively losing our liberty in order to make America safe for Mohammedans, in general? How many actually support destroying our secular, democratic, republican form of government as conceived in 1776? Can one call oneself “Mohammedan” or “Moslem” or “Muslim” without dedicating oneself to destroying the traditional American way of life? What saith their own bible?

“When the sacred months are over, slay the idolators wherever you find them. Arrest them and lie in ambush everywhere for them. If they repent and take to prayer and render the alms levy, allow them to go their way. God is forgiving and merciful.” -The Koran, Repentance 9:5

For centuries, the Mohammedan religion dominated the world even in ways other than militarily.(1)  Yet, one can make a case that Mohammedanism was created primarily in order to justify a single cause . . . conquest. If so, Mohammedanism represents a religion of war, as noted by leaders such as Teddy Roosevelt and Winston Churchill, not a religion of peace, as claimed by Bush the Second on 9/11.

In The Koran and in recent texts, Mohammedanism the religion, even if not each of its practitioners, declares war on apostates and infidels. One such text, for example, declares, “Apostasy from Islam is a grievous crime punishable by death.”

Neither does its declarations leave much room for idolatry, especially that of Christians. “. . . he should pay tribute to Muslims readily and submissively, surrender to Islamic laws, and should not practise his polytheistic (e.g., Father, Son, and Holy Ghost; added) rituals openly.”(2)

Unlike Christians, Mohammedans may not render unto Caesar that which is Caesar’s and unto God that which is God’s. In Mohammedanism, government and Allah are virtually synonymous . . . a concept that American atheists might do well to remember.

Furthermore, Mohammedanism justifies deceit . . .  deceit by Mohammedans towards us, the  “infidels”, not vice versa. What, asks Mr. Snowden, his personal motives aside, justifies such deceit by our politicians and bureaucrats towards us, the American public whom they supposedly serve?

Based upon The Koran itself, can one make a case that its adherents have no place in a free, democratic, and non-theocratic society? After World War II, did not the United States of America outlaw the Communist Party (The Communist Control Act of 1954) based upon such issues?

What about “moderate Muslims”? Even be there such a category in actuality, can authorities discriminate between those who neither would wage religious war against the United States nor would support such a war by deed or by thought and those hundreds of millions who would? By asking? Discriminating by asking them or even by demanding their swearing allegiance represents an exercise in futility, given that their religion justifies their lying in order to further conquest in its name.

Accordingly, can any Mohammedan reasonably and safely be granted citizenship or even legal residence? Should those already having emigrated to American shores or even those born here be deported to their respective countries of origin as a consequence of allegiance sworn under false pretenses?

Why are we Americans refusing to ask these questions? Because such questions demand difficult answers?

Abhorrent to some as they may seem, these questions can be ignored only at our own peril. One might deny Reality by feigned ignorance or indifference or even misguided ideology, but, ultimately, Reality always rules.

These questions reflect the consequences of actions by American politicians and bureaucrats of both major political parties. Many of these same politicians, while condemning the actions of Mr. Snowden, are defending the actions of the bureaucrats at the National Security Agency and elsewhere . . . actions brought to our attention only by the actions of Mr. Snowden.

Ask yourself the following question: After all the time, effort, money, injuries, and dying, are we Americans safer today from Mohammedans than we were in 1990 before Bush the First betrayed Saddam? If you answer, “No!”, you may wish to consider an alternative (www.inescapableconsequences.com) to that of sacrificing your liberty as the cost of condoning our current policies promoting supposed security . . . to consider an alternative while time permitting such a precious luxury remains.

References

1. Lewis, B: What Went Wrong?  New York: Oxford University Press (2002).

2. Ben Hammad, AR: The Religion of Truth.  Riyadh, KSA: The General Presidency of Islamic Researches, Ifta, and Propagation (1991).

THE TAX-BANDITS RIDE AGAIN

June 10th, 2013

“An error lurking in the roots of a system of thought does not become truth simply by being evolved.” - John Frederick Peifer

The recent scandals concerning the Internal Revenue Service (IRS) raise the question whether reform represents a reasonable solution. If not, why not?

History

In 1914, the first American tax-return was one page in length. The highest marginal rate was 7%. In the dollar of today, that highest marginal rate translates into a taxable income of $11-million. By 1917, the highest marginal rate had accelerated to 75%; later to more than 90%.

Consequences and Human Efficiency

Have the consequences of establishing taxes on incomes increased human efficiency, decreased it, or had no effect? From a scientific point of view, increasing human efficiency is right; decreasing it is wrong (See “Categories/Uncategorized/‘Science and Human Purpose and Meaning’.”).

That concept isn’t as cold and calculating as, at first, it might seem to some. In fact, not only is the concept the opposite of cold and calculating, it’s in harmony with Nature and with the cosmos itself. Denying reality, especially long-term consequences, as we humans are wont to do, usually ends in destructive suffering; recognizing reality often ends in constructive well-being.

The Income-Tax

The consequences of ratifying the Sixteenth Amendment, if indeed it really ever was ratified as claimed, have included the creation of a terrifying tax-policing authority, a horde of parasitic lawyers and accountants, and a gargantuan amount of counter-productive paperwork for a citizenry at the mercy of the former. The recent scandal implicating the IRS testifies to the tyrannical arrogance of the “Service”, as it affectionately is called by those who profit from it.

Plainly put, taxing income, corporate or personal, is counter-productive, inefficient, and punitive; thereby, it is wrong. It carries a high response-cost and employs negative control.

The system allows bureaucrats to terrorize the productive populace, even to the point of seizing a citizen’s financial assets without due process even before a hearing let alone a trial. Eliciting such terror is the opposite of traditional American ideals.

“Where the people fear the government, you have tyranny. Where the government fears the people, you have liberty.” -John Basil Barnhill (1914).

So, if taxing income, corporate or personal, is wrong, what’s right? Consider the following:

Analysis

Context: The Sixteenth Amendment creating an income-tax with no constitutional limitations on federal debt and few on those who administrate the system.The Sixteenth Amendment creating an income-tax with no constitutional limitations on federal debt and few on those who administrate the system.

Antecedent: Insatiable, governmental demands for funding, much of which is misused for self-serving, political gain.

Behavior: Among taxpayers, paying as little tax as possible, including diverting monies into less creative and less productive but less taxable uses.

Consequences: Avoidance of penalties imposed by an expanding IRS with a decline in national economic efficiency and overall well-being for America.

Solution

Problem: Excess of taxing behavior employing negative control.

Goal: To have a just and fair system of minimal taxation . . . one sufficient to meet only the financial demands on the government to fulfill its stated, constitutional obligations.

Plan: To exchange the current system of taxation for one scientifically-based and scientifically-driven.

Measurement: Calculation of Gross Domestic Product, including the subtraction of all debts from all surpluses.

Conclusion

So, who are the villains? Those taxed or those taxing?

Today, tax-related persecution and prosecution have reached the point where corporations and individuals lawfully minimizing their taxes are becoming the targets of damaging slander and libel by Big Government and its handmaiden, Big Media. The fact is that tax-avoidance is not tax-evasion. Tax avoidance is legal, established by the tax-bandits themselves.

Now, to answer the opening question. Can the federal income-tax be reformed to enhance creativity, productivity, and overall human efficiency? No.

What is the remedy? Abolish the federal income-tax by repealing the Sixteenth Amendment and, instead, charge the now-established IRS with the responsibility to operate a simple, fair, and just system of minimal taxation in keeping with traditional American ideals (www.inescapableconsequences.com).

The likelihood of doing so? Given that 50% of Americans currently pay no federal income-tax, what’s your guess?

FROM ASHES TO . . . . ?

June 3rd, 2013

“As for man, his days are as grass;/As a flower in the field, so he flourisheth.” -Psalms 103:15.

The label on the returned envelope read, “Zurück/Retour/Ritorno/Return”. Subsequent telephonic calls to the land-line and to the cellular were met only by recorded messages in a language unfamiliar to the caller. Although incomprehensible, the implication of each message, nevertheless, was ominous.

Days then weeks passed with the caller’s making no further attempts at inquiry. His concern . . . nay, his dread . . . waxed then waned.

He had many contacts abroad. Two or three were acquainted with the object of his concern. Even so, he could not force himself to approach any of them . . . especially not to chance actually hearing another human voice say words so feared.

More than a quarter-century previous, while abroad . . . while taking a few days of holiday from the business that had brought him there, he had met his friend. Sometimes, when two people meet, they take an almost instantaneous dislike . . . even loathing . . . to each other; whereas, other times, they find themselves experiencing the opposite.

So it was with his friend and him. An instantaneous rapport? No, something even more meaningful . . . more intense. Friendship. Yes, they had become friends, real friends, true friends within the first few hours.

What is a friend, after all? Is it not someone for whom rewarding you rewards him? If so, the caller’s friend was, indeed, a true friend.

As years passed, they retained that friendship despite the distance . . . despite the infrequent visits . . . the caller’s visits always. His friend long had suffered illness, serious illness, more recently compounded by a post-surgical disaster. It was as though God . . . or the Fates or Destiny, if one prefers . . . was challenging his friend, who successfully had mastered one trial, to master a second.

Firstly had come a severe, genetically-transmitted, chronic, auto-immunological disease suffered since young adulthood . . . a disease that had obviated marrying for fear of transmitting the curse. Secondly came a loss of all peripheral vision following removal of a benign but odious tumor of the pituitary gland at the base of his brain . . . a surgery that necessarily left him requiring daily injections of hormones simply to remain alive but unnecessarily robbed him of almost all peripheral vision.

Despite these challenges . . . challenges that might have led a man of lesser mettle to make the final escape from his wretched condition . . . to his quietus make whether by shuffling off his mortal coil with a bare bodkin or a shotgun . . . his friend maintained an active life and a cheerful attitude. Yet, to continue paraphrasing Shakespeare, “Who would such fardels bear?”

To some observers, it may have seemed inconceivable that a man bearing such burdens would wish to live, let alone to be able to enjoy life in many ways at many times. Yet, this man did.

When, on occasion, the caller contemplated his friend’s will to survive . . . his ability to adapt and prosper, he would remark to himself, “A better man than I ever shall be.”

Over the preceding weeks, the thought of pursuing inquiry had paralyzed any attempt to do so. As time passed, the urge for inquiry slowly began diminishing.

Then, one day while checking e-mails, unexpectedly he encountered an old item from his friend. It contained the e-mailing address of his friend’s nephew. What to do?

“Therefore, send not to know/For whom the bell tolls./It tolls for thee.” – John Donne (1572-1631)

Truly, his reticence reflected his fear for his friend. Yet, did it reflect not also his fear for himself? Perhaps, even more?

As he clicked “Send”, he screamed silently, “Let the bell toll!”

A few minutes later, he scrolled to the top of the items filling his “Inbox”. There . . . there it was. The reply . . . so soon. A part of him had hoped that it would be delayed . . . indefinitely, perhaps?

Unable to chance the truth, he finished deleting unwanted items. To his short-lived relief, there were many. Then, inevitably, the moment of final decision.

So, a deep breath. Then, a click . . . click.

In a flash, it opened. He read its content, sighed, closed the program, then closed his eyes. The track of a tear lay on his cheek while the ultimate, age-old question sat on his lips. “From ashes . . . to ashes . . . to . . . . ?”

©LifeMAX® (2013)

A GORGEOUS GORGE

May 20th, 2013

Note (20MAY2012): The past few postings have addressed the context and consequences of events on the Korean Peninsula. Context and consequences form the basis of biobehavioral science and, ultimately, govern all our actions. This posting also addresses context and consequences but in a different venue and in a different format.

The trim redhead of a certain age with a sharp tongue and an empty stomach arrived three minutes prior to the opening. The several, silver-colored, metal tables on the sidewalk outside were filled with enthusiastic customers-in-waiting; all but one, that is. The woman took a seat, motioning her husband, a self-described “fatty-in-disguise”, to place his slightly overweight body on the remaining, empty chair.

The springtime-sun shone brightly. The sky was blue. The air was clear. The temperature was temperate. A perfect day to partake of ice-cream at Leopold’s even though the hour barely was eleven o’clock. After all, the woman had partaken of no breakfast, whatsoever.

She sat silently, considering her program for the day. It was Sunday.

Previously that morning, she had arrived fifteen minutes early for the first of the two services at the Episcopal church founded in 1733 and currently billing itself as “The Mother Church of Georgia”. She found all doors locked. Bewildered, she backtracked to a nearby hotel.

Approaching the desk-clerk, a large chocolate-colored woman with processed, curly hair, she inquired about services at the nearby church. Initially puzzled by the question, the clerk then rolled her big, brown eyes and gave her pale-faced, freckled questioner a huge grin.

“Honey, yo’ be from up Nort’, ain’t yo’?”

“Yes.”

“Well, yo’ in de South now. We here operate on Suhdern time. Dey be op’nin’ de doors ‘bout five minutes befo’ de service.”

The self-admitted Northerner smiled and thanked her colorful fountain of information. Departing the lobby, she returned to the church.

As predicted, five minutes before eight o’clock, the doors opened. The woman entered, and, at eight o’clock precisely, the service began with a total of six worshipers in attendance. Times had changed theologically since 1733 . . . even in Savannah . . . even for “The Mother Church of Georgia”. The later religious service likely would be attended better although not as well as the concurrent service of ice-cream at Leopold’s.

Yes, times had changed . . . souls might be starving, but bellies were bulging. Besides, for this particular woman, the past was the past, even if the past was only three hours before. At the moment, it was the present, and the present was the time for ice-cream. She may not have found a throng celebrating the old-time religion of its choice at the church of its choice, but she would find a throng consuming the ice-cream of its choice at the ice-cream shop of its choice.

“Well, I went to church. Now, chocolate, here I come!” she whispered to herself as she guided her reluctant, weight-obsessed husband into the building. It had been re-styled into an old-time, ice-cream shop by a set-designer from Hollywood.

As events transpired, ice-cream for her became only an appetizer. With its customer having consumed its former contents in a flash, the fluted glass, once filled with “chocolate chocolate-chip”, sat empty. Before her dispirited, self-deprived husband sat a half-cup of coffee with skimmed milk, not cream.

As her husband was about to lift the cup from the saucer, a young man wearing a white apron with the now-archaic, white cap of a “soda-jerk” from bygone years, pranced towards the table. In the affected voice of those who indulge in that which Oscar Wilde once called the love that dare not speak its name but now is screaming its presence ubiquitously, he asked, “Who has the pimento-cheese sandwich and chocolate milkshake?”

Made speechless by the sight of the sandwich and milkshake, the self-described fatty-in-disguise, usually a man of many words with a ready answer, pointed towards his wife, who returned his feeble gesture with a look of spirited triumph. “Are you planning to eat all this now?” her husband whined weakly in disbelief.

“What do you think?” his wife fired back, licking her lips. “You know, the sandwich is an old-fashioned, Southern delicacy . . . and the milkshake? You know, like the old-fashioned ones . . . not too thick . . . not too creamy . . . just right.”

“No, I don’t know,” he mumbled to himself.

Feeling contrite, not from his wife’s dismissive retort but from the envy elicited by his self-imposed reluctance to imitate her ordering such an inviting repast, he merely stared blankly at the line of other customers rapidly forming to partake of the various flavors of ice-cream that he himself had forsworn. Several minutes passed in silence. His wife ate. He sulked.

Finally, he opined, “What I do know is that this really is a great table . . . right next to the line of enthusiastic customers. If Mad Magazine ever makes another movie, the opening scene should be shot here. What a conglomeration of the fit and unfit! The producers could recruit the actors right here as though they were from Central Casting in a Fellini-movie.”

With that observation and without an invitation, he reached for his wife’s milkshake. She shot him a second look of triumph.

“As Mark Twain said, the only thing I can’t resist is temptation.”

“I believe that it was said by Oscar Wilde,” his wife replied.  “Look, Dimples, I want you to enjoy whatever you want . . . no matter how fattening, but, frankly, don’t you think you’ve been putting on a little weight lately?”

Literarily corrected, physically maligned, but gustatorily unchastened, he returned to staring at the other customers lined before him, now stretching out the door, down the block. Then, undaunted by his wife’s observation, he sputtered, “I’ve . . . I’ve an . . . uh, an idea.”

“Can’t you keep it to yourself, Pericles . . . I’m eating?”

Never one to keep his opinions and ideas to himself, he ignored her request. “You know how Mayor Bloomberg . . . the guy who made a billion, so he’s decided that he should dictate everyone else’s lifestyle . . . has been trying to pass laws about dietary behaviors?”

“You mean the rich hypocrite who promotes ‘gun-control’ in New York City while his bodyguards carry firearms in Bermuda, where doing so is illegal for everyone else and even forbidden to the police? What about him?”

“Yeah, that’s the guy. Well, the City of Savannah could take a page from his book.”

“How?”

“Here’s the idea. Look around you. What do you see? Some fit, thin people amidst a sea of unfit fat ones.”

“So?”

“So, let’s say Savannah imposes a new, Bloomberg-type law. Before every customer gets served, he . . . or she . . . gets measured for obesity. The greater the obesity, the higher the price of the ice-cream.”

His wife looked at him as a loving mother would look at her retarded child. “Ignoring the astronomical odds against such a law ever being passed,” she asked, “wouldn’t the consequence be Leopold’s prodding its customers to get fatter . . . not that most of them seem to need much prodding? The fatter the customer, the fatter Stratton Leopold’s wallet.”

“Not necessarily. Leopold’s . . . or other similar shops . . . could keep only the basic price for the product. The remainder would be taken by the City to fund programs in public health. That way, instead of the thin subsidizing the medical care of the fat as they do now, the fat would subsidize the medical care of the thin and even might overeat less. Context and consequences, you understand (www.inescapableconsequences.com).”

It was his wife’s turn to shake her head in disbelief. “Do me a favor, Mr. Willpower. Give me back my milkshake then quietly eat the rest of the sandwich you stole from my plate. By the way, after we leave, I’m stopping at the cupcake-shop around the corner. Think you might like one . . . or two?”