My Worst Mistake
First, a little background. In 1970, upon graduating from highschool, being selected as prime beef, Uncle Sam wanted to give me a free plane ticket to Vietnam so I could shoot people. I said no thanks. For those reading this, who never served in the military, who did not experience the 60's and the "hated war" of Vietnam; the protesting and so on, it was tearing the nation in two. I already made plans to avoid the draft and go to Canada.
Like many in my generation, in my graduating class, during the senior year recruiters came to school trying to persuade young men, teenagers, to enlist. For some reason I talked to the Coast Guard recruiter and placed my name on the waiting list for the reserve program. He told me, of hearing rumors, that there was a slim chance it was going to be re-activated.
After graduation, tension was in the air. My generation, in 1970, faced the possibility of Vietnam escalating into a full-scale war: either on the military aspect or, as some felt, driving the country into a revolution. (Once I thought, concerning a possible declaration of war, I would of gladly enlisted in the regular army. But, under the circumstances, I was not going over to Vietnam for some sort of police action.)
Then one day I happened to meet the recruiter, Mr. Crumb(a name hard to forget) in a local restaurant, who told me exciting news that the reserve program was activated on a limited basis. He told me not to get my hopes up because, within his district, they were only taking three recruits. My heart sunk. The seeming fact of going to Canada was more and more a present thought.
Anyway, papers were filled out and I received notice in the mail to report to the Veterans building in Wilkes-Barre, Pa., to begin the process of applying. When I arrived that day, wow, I thought the whole town came over. (I don't remember the actual numbers, but over 1,500 boys were there all hoping to get one of three positions.) I couldn't believe how many tests we had to take; all sorts of things: medical examinations, aptitude and so on.
To shorten this part of the story, out of all those who applied, I finished second out of three. Normally, when you enlist, its a low-keyed affair, done in the recruiting office, then on your way to bootcamp. This was such a big deal, that the commander himself, with an entourage of high-ranking officers, personally arrived in Wilkes-Barre to swear the three lucky boys into military life. There was a large article in the local paper documenting the event. I felt so fortunate that, as for myself, Vietnam was avoided but the dark clouds of a possible full-scale war still hung over any sense of security. (I felt sad for those who didn't make it. I wonder if any have their names on the Vietnam Memorial.)
So, off to Cape May, New Jersey. Some aspects of bootcamp I will never forget. You never forget your service number. (Back then it was not your social security number.) After a few days, my company, Lima Company 82, were escorted into a school building, like sitting in class, to fill out all kinds of forms at some early hour in the morning. Sitting there, looking at all the forms to fill out, I heard one recruit say "What's this...why do I have to fill out my last will and testament". The reply? "We need to know were to send the body bag". That is forever etched in memory. Reality set in to what it was all about.
My "oath" into military life was to protect and defend the Constitution against enemies both foreign and domestic. (Back then, at that time, I took little concern to the words as a whole, let alone pondering what a "domestic enemy" meant, being 18 years old. It was an oath, and for some reason, one I made with pride.
While in bootcamp, they had a special elite group called the Honor Guard. I made the team. The picture below is the Coast Guard Honor Guard. A lot of hard work. I never knew blisters could get blisters.
After graduating from boot camp in 1971, was stationed in Yorktown, Virginia, Coast Guard Training Center until the end of of that year. From there, transferred to the National Guard Headquarters, in Avoca, Pa., until after the Agnes flood of 1972, when our reserve unit was relocated to Gloucester, New Jersey.
In 1977, received an honorable discharge.
In 1974, I started two major events of my life: getting married and going into business. I soon realized that as a husband I had no "rights". As a businessman I had no "rights". (Part of the story is already documented, Click Here.) After what took place during the next seven years, from 1974 to 1981, it became apparent what that phrase, "domestic enemy" of the Constitution implied: bureaucrats, esp. those residing in Hazleton, the All American Mob City.
As mentioned, I guess the climax unfolded during closing arguments of my trial, Case 506 of 1981, Luzerne County, Pa. District Attorney Robert Gillespie, when he stood up to present closing augments to the jury, as my two public pretenders looked the other way and Judge Podcasy twiddle his pencil, Gillespie began his summation while the stenographer was literally picking her nose. That was a slick move: hoping to incite the emotions of the jury and leave no paper trail for appellate review. And such men want to be called "honorable"?
As opinion, there is no Constitution. Its a mirage, like something you might find in the pot of gold and the end of the rainbow, tended by leprechauns. Without a Constitution we have no government. At best? What we have today is a bunch of lawyers impersonating government, like a nepotistic, oligarchy clan. The way I see it? The United Feudal States Of America. Any sense of "government" ended when, I believe in 1885, the lawyers created a monopoly with the invention of the Bar Association and making it "illegal" for anyone to practice law without a license and/or as a fellow member of the club.
For bureaucrats, the lawyers, the privilege peddlers, Mr. Attornatus, the Constitution is a burden in the pursuit of commerce. Why do lawyers, bureaucrats hate the Constitution? By design it was to set limits to prevent their abusive tendencies. On such a board game, to justify their position, everyone needs a license for everything. For this to work, the "State" becomes the Church's lover. The picture below is not the Flag Of Peace as defined in the United States Code. When this flag is present in a courtroom, that establishes venue without a Constitution for the yellow fringe represents the suspension of freedom and liberty. As for society? Since bureaucrats control education (a mask for indoctrination) want to teach children to view the respective parts of the Constitution, that pertain to civil liberty, as though cheep plastic trophies on a mantle you admire from a distance. If you attempt you use your rights in daily life? See how fast a bureaucrat, such as Attorney Brad Jackman, will pick up the Constitution, like a rolled up newspaper, and hope to beat you into submission.
During the conflict known as the "Civil War", historians have said it not only tore the county in two but families as well. Brother against brother. As it is today, concerning domestic relations, every courthouse is a Gettysburg annex for now the bureaucrats are at war against the family, a war of male against female as the commerce of slave trade, going to a higher abstract plane, turned the whole country into a cotton mill. Children? The new commodity for profit.
As it is now, in regards to my daughter?
On the one hand, I am profoundly ashamed, embarrassed and humiliated that I ever put on a military uniform. I was a stupid fool. So stupid. However, I don't like that feeling. What to do? Research, esp. the Pennsylvania Constitution, Article I, Section 2. A lot of history forgotten. Maybe its time to oil the hinges on those precedents, open the gates wide, and let some fresh air clear the senses.
The rest will be posted shortly.
Footnote: I believe it was Thomas Jefferson who said, "The tree of liberty is best fertilized with the blood of tyrants". If you take offense, remember, I didn't say it.