Letter to the Editor
Frontiersman,
A
friend of mine recently dropped off your September '97 newsletter to me.
Before that I had never heard of your newsletter. In it, you inquire
as to your efforts on educating and motivating people to oppose the government.
I think I can assure you that your efforts aren't in vain. But on
the other hand, change takes time, and sometimes a lot of time. Generally
people are intimidated by change, it brings the unknown into play.
You also mention that as far as you can tell, the readers of your newsletter
still use their driver's licenses as a national ID system and get social
security numbers for their children and most of the other stuff that's
required to exist within the current government structure. But you
must consider that the few readers that you have that don't use these things
are already motivated. You really don't need much feedback from them,
they're doing the same thing you're doing. It's the people that still
use these tools of the regulatory complex that require education and motivation,
not the people that don't. So getting little feedback from these
people does not surprise me, for they are already involved with you in
the revolution my friend, doing their part in trying to educate and motivate
the mainstream, not usually each other. I hope you continue your
efforts with this Frontiersman Newsletter, but you must remember that you're
dealing with people that think they're stuck within the system, that use
credit cards and all that other bullshit, not with the people that don't.
Most of them are practicing the art of abandonment, and therefor never
see your newsletter. Patience, and keep up the good work. It's
not the goal that counts, but the journey to the goal. I wish I could
aid you monetarily, but alas, I'm barely scraping by as it is working on
other projects. If you send me your newsletter though, I would gladly
make copies of it and send it out to others.
Justin; Arnold, California
Jamie
Fiction, by Sam Aurelius Milam III
This
is a story about Jamie, my friend what used ta live right acrost tha street
from me where tha shopping center is now, which is how I know about what
happened, 'cause they told a whole different story on TV.
Jamie
didn't have no family, like most of us, even if he was old enough, he just
lived by hisself in his dad's old house, after his folks was gone.
He worked over ta the lumber yard on a fork lift, and sometimes he'd stop
at Louie's fer a beer on tha way home and sometimes he'd just go home.
Jamie
never bothered nobody much, he mostly just stayed to hisself. He
mostly just stayed home. His ol' house weren't much, kinda fallin'
apart. Jamie's dad took care o' tha place, but Jamie didn't much
bother. Tha roof leaked, but if ya knew where the leaks was
you could mostly stay dry and that's what Jamie did. O' course, some
places on tha floors was gittin' weak from tha water, but Jamie knew where
the weak spots was. Some o' tha winder glass was broke, but Jamie
put paste-board over 'em an' he was happy. I guess he had some junk
in tha yard an' some folks think maybe that's what started the trouble,
that one o' tha neighbors complained, but I think it was just that healthy
specter on tha prowl. He come through the neighborhood one evening
and Jamie was out on tha porch in his T-shirt, sittin' and drinkin' beer
an' pitchin' tha cans in tha yard. He'da picked 'em up some day,
fer tha deposit. Anyway, that specter just walked up ta tha house,
took a long look at the yard, looked once at Jamie, an' walked in like
he owned tha place.
Jamie
follered 'im in an' ast what tha hell he wanted, and tha specter just kept
walking around an' looking at stuff. Then he looked at Jamie an'
smiled an' said Jamie couldn't live here no more. It wasn't healthy,
he said. Not fit for human somethin', he said, 'bout tha health cold.
Jamie got mad, 'cause it'd been his dad's house, and his grandad's house
before that, so he kicked 'im out. I knowed what happened, 'cause
Jamie, he told me 'bout it that same day.
Tha
next day, tha specter was back with papers an' a cop. They said Jamie
had ta leave, and stuck a form ta tha door. Jamie didn't leave.
He got mad an' yelled and they left. I saw that from acrost the street
on my porch.
A
few days later, a big black van came drivin' up and a whole bunch of guys
jumped out, all dressed up in army stuff, 'cept we found out later they
was cops. They ran around back, and some stayed in front and went
ta kick down Jamie's door, but he already heard 'em comin'. When
they kicked in his door, he already had his dad's ol' army .45 an' he shot
tha first one right between tha eyes, but they killed him anyway.
Tha
specter said it was too bad Jamie had ta die, but tha place was unfit an'
anybody what lived there'd be sure ta get sick or fall through tha floor
or somethin', so they killed him fer his own good.
After
that, they contempt the rest of the land on that block, and nobody argued
with 'em about it much. Everbody mostly just left. There's
a shopping center there now, but they didn't name it after Jamie.
They called it tha American Way Plaza.![10x5 Page Background GIF Image](../../Images/10x5_Page_Background.gif)
Acknowledgments
My thanks to Lady Jan the Voluptuous for
her ongoing editorial assistance and for her countless other efforts in
support of this newsletter and of its editor.
My thanks to Sir Donald the Elusive for paying
the production costs of this newsletter.
editor
Notice
Due to my lack of money, I have terminated the newsletter telephone
line. I have also terminated my subscription to Farcast and will
no longer be providing news from that source. I will maintain my
e-mail for so long as I can afford it and borrow the telephone line from
Lady Jan the Voluptuous.
editor
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