Brian’s Column: Letter Describing the (USS) Liberty Meme

Rather a core dump of ideas on the USS Liberty starting with a screenplay
By Brian R. Wright

Note: this is basically source thinking for what is to come in creation of the so-called (USS) Liberty Meme, to be fleshed out in next week’s column.

To screenplay writer and three Liberty survivors:

Okay, here’s what I have in mind. [I am copying the three key players I ran into and talked with at the reunion, too. Not to put any pressure on anyone, but to get their sense of things and start a conversation about where we need to go. I’m still immersing myself in the books, I know Phil has a key one that I purchased, and I’ve begun to speak publicly–here’s my presentation to the local Campaign for Liberty group in Michigan that I did before going to Norfolk.]

I read thru the document again yesterday for some time, and now feel the only major concern I have is that a new title should be considered. My thinking is twofold (and please understand that I see your work as extraordinary and a magnificent achievement in its own right, I believe this is THE screenplay that is worthy of the cause… indeed probably the only bona fide screenplay extant at this point, where time is of the essence): Continue reading

Brian’s Column: Unraveling the Web (of Deceit), Links Page

Presentation to Oakland County Campaign for Liberty (C4L) on the occasion of the 50th Anniversary of Survival of the USS Liberty, June 8, 1967
By Brian R. Wright

The importance of remembering and commemorating—not to mention bringing justice to the attackers and victims of—the horrific, intentional attack on the unarmed American intelligence USS Liberty in international waters during the so-called Six Day War in June of 1967… cannot be overstated. Yet I will be attempting to do so… as a civilian and an unmitigated partisan of the United States Armed Forces in their legitimate duties to protect and defend the Constitution and American First Principles “against all enemies foreign and domestic.”

This column is mainly a links page referring you to:

  • the video of my presentation to C4L [note I have a few errors of fact, e.g. of number of torpedoes fired by the Israeli gunboats (6 vs. the correct 5) and will be correcting and updating the source material from time to time],
  • my online pdf of that PowerPoint presentation to C4L in Troy, Michigan, June 6, 2017, which includes several links, including especially…
  • links to further research on Israel and Zionism wrt the Liberty… and liberty:

USS Liberty and Important Further Research Links

The latter bulleted item includes references that many readers have not been aware of [and for good reason], but need to be if we are to restore our republic. I’m going to list these key starter links below in this, their own separate document as it were: Continue reading

The Joy Spot

Catalyst of Global Spring that can yield the Deep Quiet right now
By Brian R. Wright

What follows is the introductory chapter of a 35-45 page booklet I’m writing called The Joy Spot. My bad, too, not to have wrapped up by now what is a very straightforward job. Especially when I consider how the world is going. The problem lies in my habit of (or addiction to) taking part in noble causes of a political nature; I write and I act for these rather than step up what I’m convinced of late is my true calling.

Fact is, adding my weight to this political project or that one, while necessary and just, does not solve the underlying problem… which is a spiritual one. My aim is that by having millions find and dwell in the Joy Spot the human Independents’ movement shall rise to detoxify us of all the old ways of dominance and submission, leading to enlightenment.

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1: The ‘Move’

Eckhart Tolle, author of The Power of Now, recounts that in the weeks after his intense cathartic ‘awakening’ experience, others would note the amazing tranquility and bliss he constantly radiated:

“They would come up to me and say, ‘I want what you have. Can you give it to me, or show me how to get it?’ And I would say, ‘You have it already. You just can’t feel it because your mind is making too much noise.’”

That observation led to Mr. Tolle’s successful struggle to become one of the most esteemed spiritual teachers of our time. And, hoping I can help (to dispel the noise), launches my journey of this book. Continue reading

Brian’s Column: Way Better than Winning the Lottery!

Second-year personal victories for my ‘educated’ tax filing… plus
Also, program for CtC imminent success: Tithe and Tweet
By Brian R. Wright

Just as I had done for the first time in 2015, for 2016 I filed my US 1040 and Michigan income tax forms ‘educated,’ meaning I corrected the amounts erroneously designated as income in the respective filings and entered the amounts of tax incorrectly withheld to be refunded to me. Thus in both years I have recovered my property that was improperly removed from me due to legal ignorance and/or blind obedience to authority. You can do this, too. I wish you would. It’s simple. It’s also morally righteous to NOT pay what you don’t owe… especially to tyrannical, criminal, and terminally corrupt governments:

Message and link: Take back our country one educated tax victory at a time. 200K victories, $2 billion recovered. http://losthorizons.com/The16th.htm

Background

The figure above explains most of it. Peter Eric Hendrickson, in the early 2000s—taking advantage of the fact that such records had recently been digitized for computer search—examined the federal income tax statutes and codes and discovered that our direct nonfederally privileged earnings are NOT income as defined therein. Hence, the ‘Hendrickson Discovery,’ and his cleansing, liberating book, Cracking the Code. Then his Website, losthorizons.com, where you can find my own filings for this year’s state victory and federal victory by scrolling down on this page… yielding two modest recovery checks: Continue reading

Brian’s Column: Life on the Less Unreal Side

7. Baseball and neighbors and Cubs, oh my!
Brian R. Wright

[Link to Episode 6]

Note: These columns are a series, I will make into a volume of my memoirs. You may follow the links at top and bottom of page to go to preceding or succeeding episodes. The series starts here. {If the [Link to Episode <next>] at the  bottom of the column does not show an active hyperlink, then the <next> column has yet to be written.}

No doubt subconsciously I viewed my entry into the forced socialization program of government schooling as an anomaly, something im- posed on me by higher authority that down deep I resented and never treated seriously. In a word, unreal. [Keep in mind that in the 1950s, the states still held ultimate authority over our culture’s compulsory children’s (prison) schools; the federal Mob didn’t really didn’t start stirring the forced-schooling cauldron—mainly on policy and funding—until the 1960s, with LBJ’s Great Society great overreach.][1]

The above-right photo shows my first- or second-grade era baseball team, managed by my dad and sponsored by the Overland Park Lutheran Church (OPLC). I’m in the back row on the far right. I became hooked on baseball from the glowing first day Dad took us to Kansas City Municipal Stadium to watch the perennially cellar-dwelling Kansas City Athletics of the American League. [The A’s would alternate with the Washington Senators between eighth place and seventh place. But it was still the ‘Show,’ the major leagues of baseball.] The sights, sounds, smells, tastes… watching these giants throw the ball so fast around the horn, hit it so hard. More like gods than men—at play on hallowed ground. Going to the ball park was my first spiritual experience,  a church far more moving/reverential than the one in town that my parents had signed us up for. From the age of 5 to 15 I knew what I was going to be when I grew up: a ballplayer. Continue reading

Brian’s Column: Who ARE These People?

6. And what have they done with my brother!?
Brian R. Wright

[Link to Episode 5]

Note: These columns are a series, I will make into a volume of my memoirs. You may follow the links at top and bottom of page to go to preceding or succeeding episodes. The series starts here. {If the [Link to Episode <next>] at the  bottom of the column does not show an active hyperlink, then the <next> column has yet to be written.}

First, I’m going to hit you with yet another Bro and me image, mainly because the age is right, probably the summer before kindergarten, and we’re at my mother’s mother’s farm near Centerville, Iowa. With the Mighty Wonder Dog named Tuton— named by our step-grandfather’s sons after the conventional two-ton pickup truck of the time. [I promise, this will be the final cute childhood picture of my brother and me. Well, okay, at most one or two more. 🙂 ] You can see my brother, Forrest, on the right, simply adored that dog. Tuton was a great one, too, he would run after any vehicle that came rolling down the dirt road in front of the farm house, barking and carrying on something fierce. But was as gentle and friendly a pet as you can imagine. Grown manly men cried buckets when Tuton died.

I’m introducing this episode with another brother photo, because one of the most serious crimes of force against me as a child—almost as heartless as taking me away from my parents—was separating me from my brother. In Episode 4, I allude to that assault, in particular:

“… my parents see no real alternative but to enter me in the compulsory government school system, the entry point euphemistically called kindergarten—literally, ‘children’s garden.’

“… ‘Who are these strange people wanting to tell me what to know, what to do, ringing bells, enforcing naps, tying my behavior to a group, regulating my movement into strict confines, watching me all the time, taking me away from my brother (confining me by age), putting this so-called ‘teacher’ adult in front who tells me to raise my hand and stay in my seat, and so on?!

“Who died and made them king? Was I asleep when they came by to ask for my approval? Where’s my brother? ‘If you don’t mind, Mrs. Bland, I’m going to be on my way, I know where the door is, thank you. I can walk home from there. My parents will call your parents. Have a nice day.’ Whhhooooshhh! out the door…. No such luck.” Continue reading

Brian’s Column: Reflections on a Noble Soul

Forrest S. Wright (1951-2007)
Seeds for new life and understanding

On May 7, 2017, it will be an unbelievable 10 years since my dear brother Forrest Steven Wright passed away at the tender age of 56. The column below was originally penned and posted shortly following his memorial service, then reposted two years after that. Since losing him then so unexpectedly, I have also had to say good bye to my mother (2/26/13) and to put my to sleep my trusty benevolent feline presence, Tabby (4/20/17). Losing Tabby reminded me, in particular, of Forrest and his Zen appreciation of all creatures great and small. I miss you, bro. Good night sweet boy.

The Original Postings

It seems like yesterday, though it’s been exactly a week since I accompanied my sister-in-law Grace and their children to the funeral home in Rochester, Michigan. Through varying waves of tears, we caringly helped one another move the process forward to yield to my brother Forrest a resting place attended by proper ceremony.

The whole affair turned out in its way as a work of art.  From visitation day, to reminiscences, to the honor-guard rifle salute—Forrest was a Vietnam vet—I can’t conceive of a better release for a finer being. So many friends and loved ones came, thank you so much. Grace, my nephews and nieces, my mother, and sister were all so wonderful.  Here are some parting words that have been put into print: Continue reading