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It's amazing.

The spam I receive in my e-mail, every bit of it, is for things I do not need and will never buy.

One of those 2 things is software. I'm a Linux user, which means there is no application I'll need that I'll ever have to pay for. Games? Maybe -- but I don't get spam advertising games.

The other is a pharmaceutical product that I've been assured is completely unnecessary, and which I'd rather not mention.


I guess I should treat spam just like the junk mail that the postal service delivers...

...but unlike junk mail, spam can't be bundled up and burned in a woodstove.

The South Park Connection

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[Blogger's note 03_21_07: I've come close to deleting this post on several occasions, but it DOES offer a sideways glance into my mind -- as it was at the time. I look back now and see that when I've gone off the deep end, so to speak, it's been when I've placed blind faith in something...]
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Comedy Central's South Park, a stop-motion animation cartoon using construction paper cutouts, is as inspiring to some as it is offensive to others. One thing that bugs me about it is that the character named Kenny gets killed in, as far as I know, EVERY SINGLE episode.

“Oh my God! They Killed Kenny!”

“Bastards!”

As it happens, my late father's name is Kenneth Deane Smith (AKA 'Kenny' or 'Smitty'), and I came to the realization within the past couple of years that his death was quite likely not a natural one. He was an electrical engineer working for the military contracting arm of Westinghouse in the 1960s. There was a certain circuit that caused trouble with the Minuteman missiles in which it was installed, as it was outputting more energy that was put into it and blowing out other circuitry down the line. http://www.cheniere.org/misc/minuteman.htm (scroll down past the references for the remainder of that article)

Dad's life went quickly downhill somewhere around 1970. We, his family, up and left him in 1971. He was given an 'experimental anti-alcoholism drug' that resulted in severe neurological damage, rendering him officially (and permanently) 'disabled'. He was in our lives somewhat, but had a palsy and slurred speech, which sort of made him appear drunk even when he was not.

Since his death, Dad and I have been closer than we ever got a chance to be during his sad and tortured life. I think his greatest regret was that he never got to know me, his youngest son. I feel that he is here with me right now, approving of this post as I write it...

Also, I feel he has helped me to connect with certain people over the 'internets', especially the dowser whom I have had several revealing sessions with, and whom Dad used to work with. My intuition (perhaps fed by Dad's knowledge) and the unusual questions I pose, plus my dowsing friend's answers and his questions that fill in the gaps, result in some astounding revelations.

Sometimes we get sidetracked into tangents that seem silly at first, which then turn into evidence that truth is very very much stranger than fiction. These are wild stories that no one would ever believe – yet there they are. They unfold quickly and with much detail. There is no reason for them to exist except to reveal secrets – BIG secrets.

To make a long story short, we found out that South Park is a show with a target audience of exactly one – ME. I thought he was joking, but he was dead serious. Apparently Trey Parker and Matt Stone were given the opportunity to air their show only if a few conditions were met, among them creating a character named Kenny that would get killed in every episode. [Bastards.]

In case you were wondering, the character of Philip is also a jab at me, though I have no idea who Terence is supposed to represent.

Now of course you are asking what makes me so important, that someone would go to so much trouble just to cause me a slight amount of consternation.

Perhaps there is some shadowy group within the tentacles of would-be world-dominating powers that recognize that I'm a threat to their plans.

I have a vision of a future wherein war has become a thing of the past and people are finally free from government oppression. I share that vision with anyone who will listen. I've recognized my mission in life, and it is to work toward full disclosure of the secrets 'they' have been keeping, and to show the way toward dissolution of government.

DISREGARD THE ILLUSION – THE SOLUTION IS DISSOLUTION

I've founded a global nation for this purpose, and adopted a powerful symbol – the Flag of Earth – for that nation, the Unified Settlement.

Dad was not only involved with that overunity circuit – he designed it, using knowledge gained during a secret government project. I'm sure it pissed 'them' off when he regained that particular bit of his supposedly 'erased' memory. When he wouldn't stop trying to share his knowledge, 'they' poisoned him with a dose of radiation and finished him off with another dose of it in a Veteran's Administration hospital, making it look like lung cancer.

I was one of the people he showed his circuit to. At the time, I had no knowledge of electronics whatsoever – he had to explain to me what a DIODE was, for Pete's sake (a one-way gate) – so all I ever knew about it was that it was IMPORTANT, until my own research into 'free' energy led me to that page on Tom Bearden's site, and I began to connect the dots.

If we'd had more time to spend together, I'm sure he could have taught me how to build circuits like the one he showed me – and then I would most definitely have been a major target, and would probably not be sitting here right now.

I can't reproduce that circuit, but I know people who can... Understand, this is 'forbidden' technology.

I actually enjoy South Park and recommend Parker & Stone's puppet movie, Team America: World Police. Maybe 'they' thought I would latch onto the whole Kenny thing and self-destruct in a cloud of half-baked conspiracy theory. Maybe they thought the show would be instrumental in driving me stark raving mad. Perhaps 'they' hoped I would be committed to a mental institution, where I could be closely monitored and drugged into a drooling stupor.

No such luck. Anything 'they' attempt against me will backfire.

Am I really that important? I don't think so, but I know that my WORK is.

I would like to thank everyone who lends their support to the movement, and everyone who shares my vision. Our future is much brighter than most would have us believe.

Phil Smith

December 27, 2005

Redirection

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Since shortly after the demise of the Unified Settlement website, I've been writing for a new blog, Nation of Earth.

As the novel Starliner is set in the near future, recent developments keep making me rethink the story. I've put it on hold for now, but may soon publish a couple of the chapters that have been gathering virtual dust here soon.

Meanwhile, 'their' efforts against me have only spurred me on to create incendiary posts for the Unified Settlement blog -- and this is where my creative energy is being spent these days.

In other news, a Miss Unified Settlement has been crowned, and I hope to meet her later in the week. It's a long story. Stay tuned for future posts on that subject.

Oh yeah, and I'm now officially an anarchist...



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