Belligerence - The tool of an honest man

From the file of Ken LaRive at the Lafayette Examiner

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It isn't easy being an honest man in a world designed by thieves. It isn't easy to live by rule of law in a system where breaking it is lucrative.

Honor is hard to uphold, love perverted, and a moral compass is rendered inconsequential in a world where nearly everything depends, and is configured by, a black bottom line.

What do you feel, as an honest person, when you stand in line after checkout at Sam's to get your groceries rechecked? A nice lady counts your items and puts a yellow line on your receipt to indicate it was done, rendering the receipt null and void to be used twice. A thief shrugs it off, accepts it as normal, but to an honest person it sticks in their craw. And as the years progress, and never once did you ever get caught stealing, or a single mistake found, you become more and more belligerent. It is all you have, all you are allowed to have, in a system who questions your intentions to be evil.

A story...

Several weeks ago, the day my new grand daughter was born, I was on my way to visit her in hospital. I found myself on a one-way street full of flashing lights, cement trucks, and street workers. With only a few hours sleep, I backed up into a brick mail box trying to get out of the way of a large truck playing chicken... a person who had to go first. No damage to the mail box, but I had a deep scratch on several rear passenger side panels, and my light assembly popped off.

The insurance company recommended that I use a specific body shop, and that I would get 35 dollars a day on a car rental, conveniently located next to the shop. My insurance broker communicated with them, organized it, and they seemed to all be working for a common cause, something I have never seen. Over the coming days I got a call from all three, with the future pivot-point being the part's delivery in a few days.

When that day arrived I brought it to the body shop where an adjuster assessed the damage. He told me that the insurance company might not allow what looked to be a previous ding on the left, a hit and run bump in a parking lot, on a small panel above the the bumper.

“I'll do what I can.” He said with a winning smile...

The insurance company allowed me 35 dollars a day for car rental, but they did not have one on the lot. She told me the only one left was 41.28 a day, and that I'd only have to pay 6 dollars or so, along with eight percent taxes. They told me I could come back the next day and pick up a 35 dollar car, but since it was almost five in the afternoon, I would have to pay for two days at 41 and change, because I should have called them first. Oops! I trusted what the insurance company told me... Should have been more assertive.

The car was a mini-van, you know the kind you see soccer moms zipping along in? But I liked it, especially the shift on the dash... I didn't have the time the next day, so called them to say I'd keep it for the duration. I had a lot going on working with a carpenter building a gate in my yard.... They had told me there was only a quarter tank of gas in the tank, so I quickly filled it up. I've rented cars a number of times in my life, and always it had a full tank... and you always fill up before returning it, or you will be paying a lot for that service. And so, this way, they got about forty dollars of gas...

The next day I got a call from the shop estimator saying the insurance company did not approve the work on the left side, and that they could give me a break in that repair.. 150 dollars would do it. “A lot cheaper to do it all at once, as it will all be painted at the same time...” he said. But again that little voice of experience whispered to me what was not being said. That each incident had to have a separate thousand dollar deductible fee, for one, but the real kicker is that it is considered normal that insurance companies pay more then an individual does out of pocket. A windshield is a case in point, but this scenario was different, the body shop was protecting the interests of the insurance company... Some shops give a good discount, about 10 percent, if you pay cash. They can hide that, I speculate, from taxes... So how does all of this convolution sit with a man of honor? He is drawn into it, and is complicit to save a few bucks, most often. He knows it is wrong, but it seems to be just business as usual... and everyone is doing it. Most all will fall to these tactics, and become a part of one scam after another...

Ten days later I got a call telling me my car was going to be ready in 40 minutes, if I wanted to come in soon it would be fine, to get the paper work done. I handed in my car to the the rental first, not even mentioning I almost had a full tank, paying with my company gold American Express card, and hurried to the body shop, walking over a convenient little foot bridge.

I looked over the work they had done and saw that my Ron Paul sticker was gone, so they had painted my bumper too... but wait, there was nothing wrong with my bumper... still, the work looked good. Inside, I signed several release forms, and they asked how I wished to pay the deductible, and the other work as well, and I pulled out my American Express card.

“Sorry sir, we do not accept American Express,” she said with a smile.

“Well, this is what I use for my company. Guess you are going to have to bill me.” I said.

“No sir, we don't do that. Do you have another kind of credit card, or a company check perhaps?” she said, a bit more serious.

“No, I use American Express. But if you bill me, I'll get a check to you soon, asap. I have no other way of payment.”

“Well, we normally don't allow a person to leave without payment first.” she said. Looking more and more uncomfortable. And then something welled up inside of me, the last tool to an honest man being treated like a thief, belligerence. I use this word now, because in the middle of an introduction later it was used to describe my attitude... It was a true description. Yes, I was being belligerent.

“Well, I guess I'll have to talk to your manager. I've handed in my rental car, so I have no means to go to my company to get a check, and you are about to close.” I said forcefully.

Everyone got very uncomfortable, some even red in the face. “Of course, I'll get the manager, but this is highly irregular. Hardly anyone takes American Express any more... and the manager, seeing a cog in the wheel of his smooth-running operation came out of his glass office, an office that commanded a 300 degree visibility.

I put my hand out to him, and it was soft and fleshy... a salesman's hands I thought. And he became a bit flustered as the floor manager attempted to explain this highly unusual “demand” as she put it, and how I had become “belligerent.” I then interrupted her...

“Sorry, it is a simple matter.” I said. “You do not use American Express because I win with a 2 percent cash back, that you have to pay up front in fees to them. As it is my only way I can pay now, you will have to trust me that I will pay you by check as soon as possible. Can you bill me for your services?”

“Well, first off, your receipt is your bill, It is company policy that you pay before you can be given your keys.”

I fell silent, and just stood there, and that set everyone, now five, even more on edge. From the corner of my eye I saw the adjuster move slowly and inconspicuously into his office. “Sorry Mr. La Rive.” He mumbled.

But the Manager was not finished with his justifications...

“I have a stack of bills on my desk that are unpaid... people who have not paid, and so we ask for payment first. It is company policy.” He said. “Well, guess I could call my wife to pick me up, since you do not trust me. I am a businessman in this community, and my reputation is impeccable. I pay all of my bills, and I'm considered trustworthy. Let me ask you a question sir, how would you feel if I told you I thought you were lying about that stack of papers on your desk, that it was all just a ploy to get your money fast, to put it in the bank, so that it could be used as collateral. If you were an honest man, would you be belligerent, as your floor manager described me?”

He looked at me for a moment up and down. Like I was a life-form he had never seen before... Not too many Libertarians in his neck of the woods, I suppose.

“Can I have a copy of your driver's license, Mr. La Rive?” he said, as he handed me my key.

Footnote: The work on my car was well done, and I called the manager to tell him at the same time my wife was giving his comptroller another credit card number they would accept. The floor manager also talked with me, saying she finally understood my take on the situation, and said she liked my Ron Paul sticker, and was at one of his speeches at a church in Alexander several years ago.

I told her I was there with a press pass, and had actually asked him a question about the Gold in Fort Knox. We talked for twenty minutes and she told me about an amazing kid's movie she had seen recently about how the media manipulates our minds.

She got on-line as we talked, and saw my writings, and said she would dig into them, and so, because of my belligerence, something positive was created.

I also found a fifty dollar error in my rental-car receipt. Just saying. They credited it to my American Express card. I'm also looking for another Ron Paul bumper sticker...

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One world order of black ideology (part two)

From the files of Ken LaRive at the Lafayette Examiner

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Once, in the company of lawyers, while having a bang-bang shrimp and Pimm's Cup, they concurred: “Watch what you tell your doctor. It is a permanent record. Big Pharmacy wrote Obama Care.” They laughed, “Well, their lawyers did.”

Last month I wrote about experiences I had going to a Veteran's Administration Nutritionist, and how, along the approved path to her office was asked four times if I thought I had PTSD. That seems the push of the month there, and one must ask the question why. Here is the link to my thoughts.

Most every person paying attention will feel something akin to depression when reflecting on the state of America today. If government sees PTSD and depression as an excuse to take away second amendment rights for a select few, the ammunition for that is found in the Veteran's Administration.

Even a diminutive study of so-called MED sites will show the complexity of this issue, and how misunderstood it is generally. There are no concise reasons so many American's suffer from this most debilitating mental disorder, and the question as to why some people seem unaffected by trauma and others do not, begs a resolution. Before I finish this essay I will attempt, with my limited ability, an answer....

Seems the idea of depression is both complicated and convoluted, and finding verifiable statistics on this matter impossible from one site to another. Every page has its own reason to exist, and is under someone's promotional thumb.

A new form of designer vitamin, drug therapy from a new perspective to corner a market, and most all agendas are based on some form of conjecture, a hypothesis, or speculative point of view, and like everything in this world of men, the true reason is money, a black bottom line. That is the primary reason... and what I call a black-ideology. The following paragraph is a typical on-line MED take on PTSD and depression...

“Depression is one of the most commonly occurring disorders in PTSD. In fact, it has been found that among people who have or have had a diagnosis of PTSD, approximately 48% also had current or past depression.

People who have had PTSD at some point in their life are almost 7 times as likely as people without PTSD to also have depression. Another study found that 44.5% of people with PTSD one month after experiencing a traumatic event also had a diagnosis of depression.”

Are they two different animals?

Note here that they are alluding that PTSD and depression are two different entities, and that they sometimes coexist. Can one have PTSD and not show signs of depression? Seems so, according to this site, but not all concur.

On other sites PTSD and depression are discussed to be one and the same... that PTSD is a form of depression. Isn't a concise definition needed? Yes, but the reason it isn't is simple. The more complex an issue, the more lucrative it becomes. Make a cure lucrative, and you will have that cure tomorrow.

Yes, this issue is complicated. I'm sure it varies depending on the temperament of the person, and the severity of the trauma. But that just scratches the surface of how difficult it is to define. As I've been taught, usually the simplest definition is the most accurate, and this issue is the same.

Note here, that we have had a singular idea instilled in our minds from early childhood, from our education and social development all the way to boot camp and business, and it is this: Depression primarily comes from a person's inability to take responsibility for his own life. It manifests itself when a person is presented with a challenging situation and they can find no solution.

Depression comes for what we can not control, and then there is a realization that digs a deeper hole for them, floundering in a self-made world of hopelessness and fear, and that little or nothing in this life has any guarantee.

It is a game of toss, a competitive reality, though many would deny it. It is an illusion, as most of life is... but this is opposed to Western thought... And it is not much of a revelation to most, as this idea is found in the mind of most every man and woman in America... and that depression actually suppresses our survival instincts... Some saying even our immune system...

Let me put it another way, so it might hit home...

All of us, to the very last person, has at time felt the lash of depression. Some are frozen to inaction, and some struggle to move past it. Although the study of this phenomena is extensive, the primary reason for its amazing power over us are most always the same. It becomes manifest in our lives because of what we find, subconsciously or consciously, that we can not control.

When we can not find truth, we can not make a viable decision.... and depression takes hold, to fill that void. And this eats at every thinking person to the very quick. What can be more unsettling but to listen to a person of authority, and know emphatically they are lying, or only promoting their agenda, without regard for the dynamic and empowering revelation called truth.

Of all of the primary working motivators used as propaganda, nothing has more ability to coerce than the element of fear, and that is why we have been in alert mode since FDR, and why we have had one war after another since WW2. The promotion of fear is very lucrative... History tells us that before WW1 and 2, American sentiment was not to get involved... But we were forced, and after WW2 we have been in one military action after another.

What has changed? No, American sentiment is the same, peace and love, and men are blindly voted in promising us the moon, but we soon forget even the promise... Because life goes on, bam, bam, bam! So very optimistic! Next time, we will try again next time...

All of us have known fear. Originally, our Republic based on Law was designed so that we could revel in our differences. Our founders abhorred Church-State, and did everything in their power to protect us from that.

No matter what religion, race, or political point of view one might have, one primary element could link us to a common cause, a common denominator, our Constitution. Moments after ratification and the signing of our precious documents, there were those who plotted its undoing.

I say this with the strongest voice I can muster, as the very reason for the unraveling of our society, the depressive, lethargic, immoral, and condescension of our children, and society as a whole... as all of it stems from the destruction of our constitutional form of law. In the vacuum of truth, the void needs to be filled, and manipulative propaganda pours in from a top-heavy government who vies to be everything we need from cradle to grave.

In the process, we feel depressed, because we are slaves to an out of control system, when our very nature as human beings is to be just the opposite, Libertarians.

Thoughts on Liberty

America is not dead as long as one person has an understanding of the word Liberty. And yet, the word is not understood. Some think the word freedom and Liberty have the same meaning. They are not, in any way.

You see, we are not in the freedom movement, but the Liberty Movement. It is up to you to answer that question, you see? It is your responsibility to answer that, not mine. The key is responsibility.

You are responsible for your life, and nothing else... “All we have to fear is fear itself.” Is that true?

We are now in what can only be described as a global community. It pivots around a central concept found on a mint-green spread sheet, a balance of debt and assets. It is, in its finality, the giver of both Liberty (God given) and Slavery (man-given), as designed by those who control the monetary system. Since 1913, that has been the Federal Reserve System.

There is a reason why, an emphatic reason hard to conceive or realize, that all Federal Reserve Chairmen are Zionist Jews. They have more power then our own congress, and the reason for this I will describe in part three... Know this, and you can feel it in your chest too... This entity is so powerful, just saying this out loud fills most with fear.

Fear, the greatest of all manipulating forces... And while we fear, our country is being sold to international corporations, our gold is gone, and trillions have been stolen from the the Pentagon.

There is a reason building seven had to come down... and why we are now 18.3 trillion in debt. Yes, it is a daunting proposition, and responsible for our depressive state of affairs. What changes could you have personally wrought with two trillion dollars created out of thin air, electronically transferred and unaccountable?

The Federal Reserve is not an American institution, but something separate... There is nothing Federal about it, and they are not supposed to have any reserve. Power corrupts, the control of money corrupts, and yet we are told to trust the system. What have we become?

“If we define an American as one who in case of conflict puts money and power ahead of human beings, then there are undoubtedly several million fascists in the United States.” ~ Henry A. Wallace quote

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