I wrote a crazy fan letter to Frank Zappa in 1975...

 Kit Leee @ Magruser Eeel

7 Pesiaran Ampang Hilir

KUALA LUMPUR 16-06

MALAYSIA

Frank Zappa

c/o DiscReet Records Inc

5831 Sunset Boulevard

Hollywood, CA 90028

United Mutated States

Dear Frank:

Having just got up from troubled sleep on a Sunday morning I felt compelled to head straight for the typewriter and mail this off to you - even if it turns out to be an embarrassing variation on the Crazed Fan Letter theme. I can't help being personal about it - but here's the self-introductory blurb which just might explain everythang:

I'm 25½ years old and almost Chinese. In April 1968 I witnessed my first teenaged rock concert in the Fillmore East and afterwards you told me about Lumpy Gravy and even handed me a weird looking

chocolate knob which I consumed unthinkingly several hours later; I also talked with Ian Underwood who was very kind, and I shook hands with Jim Black not realizing at that time he was the Indian of the Group. 

Anyway, since that night the universe has mutated for me in a most bizarre but absolutely fun way. Because the very next year (1969) my mind got zapped and I suddenly discovered what everything was all about. Doctors might try and blame it on the marijuana I was smoking at the time - but I believe if anything triggered off the entire episode it was Music performed at a certain UHF level which helped raise my kundalini (if you'll pardon the expression). 

Anyway, I have managed in the face of uneven odds to obtain every album you've churned out - not caring that people thought I was just another little sucker, tasty or not. Of course that qualifies me to apply for membership in United Mutations - but that kind of thing could become impossible to cope with and I have preferred to run a sort of UNITED MUTATIONS (Local Chapter) anyway and I hope you don't stop me and make me pay royalties or whatever because I ain't rich yet.

The question/s is/are: Are you really God? Can I be your Son? Or to put it less obviously, aren't you in fact the Monster Magnet? And am I not your Son returned? There must be some kind of relationship here that the perceptive genealogist might hold up for public inspection. Maybe you're just Uncle Meat and that makes me another nephew or niece (probably both).

Don't worry about it, I'm not. Worried, I mean. In fact I'm pretty excited - and have been for the last 7 years. Tell me it's true, Frank! Put some Meaning & Purpose into my post-teenaged life. Jeez. This letter wasn't intended to degenerate into such a low order of cheesiness — but I sincerely don't care. (Now am I consciously ripping off these lines from you or is it merely a natural process of a normal mutant education?)

Carbon copy of the original!

Anyway, I have forgotten most everything I'd wanted to say in this preliminary attempt to project some basic form of communication. Yes, I was going to outline some dreams I have enjoyed! Just to give you an idea: I'm stuck on the ground waiting for something to show up; suddenly a formation of jets whizzes out of the blue and Holy Hotcha! they aren't planes, they're the Mothers and Frank Zappa is squadron leader; and the next thing I Know is that I'm being sucked up into that formation. Pretty obvious but pleasant. Another time you're making some wholesome movie in a big field full of cables and wires and chimpanzee cages and actual caravans - and I just happen to be passing through and... I forget what happens next.

Any clinical psychologist that's worth his gravy would point out that these dreams are only picture fragments set up by my impressionable subconscious after hearing all them songs.

Especially since the flight sequence is straight out of “Absolutely Free" and the other bit of perversion looks suspiciously like a revamp of the liner illustration in CHUNGA'S REVENGE! This sort of thing never fails to screw me up completely on a nice Sunday morning. I mean to say that the problem is not a localized one. A week back I met an Austrian artist who told me he talked to you in some Viennese nightclub; and he said you're the least hung up, most open, and genuinely nice person he's ever met in the music business etc. 

And I replied, "That's probably because Zappa is an Operating Thetan" hoping to scare him into silence but - Double Your Money & Wowie Zowie to the Power of Ten - that guy knew all about Ron Hubbard!

All this is not intended as a Plea for you to don your famous Zorro cape and Ur-Mu robe direct from Woolworth's Jupiter... I'm only trying to make you understand why it's pretty important that I get to

hear from you — my superego is in grave danger! Hate to whine about this but you realize that for a while things got so out of hand I'd be using you as an Authority crutch like: Zappa does this, it's gotta

be good etc. Or: Would Frank do the same etc? I hope that by the mere feat of establishing a solid physical channel of communication (as opposed to a fantasy plane correspondence) the situation will be restored to beautiful perspective, whatever that looks like.

In a way I can dig why all this is happening. Having read and transcribed a long 1968 interview you had with some guy named Kofsky, I have convinced myself that it's no mirror trick and that you can really do it. Do what, I can't say if you asked.

Okay, more confessions. After all it's Sunday. I confess to having at certain phases of Expanded Consciousness blissed out on the Idea that you were, in actual fact, just myself in another mode of Time. In other words or worlds, your whole physical manifestation could be described as myself in the Future being transplanted into the Past (1941 or nine years before I was born) and now coexisting in simultaneous spacetime like some freak phenomenon. 

This kind of solipsism is dangerous to put down in black & white - but I don't care because I've had an uneasy sleep and things were getting a little murky - and I hope that the physical reality of my writing to you might help correct the metaphysical focus of my dental hygiene dilemma - do you have bad teeth too? I would also appreciate any help from your direction in getting a clear view of what Ron Hubbard has been doing. It's important to me because: just think! if Hubbard is for real everything is going to turn out different from what Hymen Cunt expects.

(Notice how often I use the word “real”: remember I asked you one question at the Fillmore in 1968, a silly question in retrospect: "Is your hair real?" Mine was on the short side then and I couldn't

believe anyone could grow hair like that. Incredible.)

I snapped this pic in 1968!

In case it means anything I'll just fill you in on some other irrelevant technical data about my present circumstances. The nifty envelope this letter comes to you in with the INRI mark represents my singlehanded attempt to incorporate truth into mass communications. INRI is the name of an atom—sized company I own which dabbles in advertising for income while the insane brain cooks up megalomanic schemes whereby I, too, will eventually have a record label of my own (AKASHIC) and maybe even produce a couple of films. Holographic movies are out of the question right now for obvious reasons - but I have been inspired by your growing success on the financial plane and view it as a Statement of Faith. Yes, I play music but not in a band because I haven't got any instruments worth discussing. Suffice to say I was raised on a snob diet of Stravinsky, Schoenberg, Leonard Bernstein and my own internal soundtrack. Which is why I like your music without its having to come around and bite me in the ass. I recently bought an Edgar Varese album but find you cleaner, wholesomer fun — and more danceable too.

I used to be “married” with two girls (aged 6 and 3 named Moonlake and Tinkerbell Love) but she’s now living with another guy and it’s quite all right though occasionally it drives me to strange paths, such as this letter might indicate. We are a closely-knit but not together-enough community of freaks, quasi- & pseudo- & absolute. Not everybody digs real music; lots dig the blues which I suppose is all right if you're completely fucked. 

Not too long ago Muhammad Ali was in Kuala Lumpur which was like putting this dump on the Atlas. And immediately afterwards the Disney circus rolled up and even Charlie Byrd. Things are squirming in some reassuring semblance of life. I have begun to entertain secret thoughts that one day we'll have Dylan and the Mothers blowing the equatorial pants off the local flora & fauna etc. Why not? Pete Townshend almost made it here two years ago, or did he? Even if nothing happens over here I hope that later on (maybe middle of next year) I will get a chance to go back to the States and see about further saturating the record industry with the local product. In such an event could you & would you be of Great Help? I mean, do you want to do something like that or do you prefer to do your thang and let me do mine alone no matter what a drag it is to even think about?

Do you still live in Laurel Canyon with wife and kids? Only wanna know. Anyway I'm running out of tape and would honestly LOVE to hear from you. But if you don't bother to reply I won't hold it against you.

Eternal Excitement Ecstasy & Love

  

Kit

27.VII.75

This doodle served as filler for the 3rd page, with the handwritten inscription:
"Love to all The Mothers - old and new!"

THOSE MOIST AND SALTY MOMENTS (revisited)

By Lee Bee Doh

MR H.S. LOH stood in line, hands in his pockets, twiddling his thumbs. He had a habit of playing with himself whenever there was nothing else to do. Fondling his privates in public was particularly appealing, because he had to be careful not to get himself too excited, which usually got him even more aroused.

He smiled secretly thinking about the few occasions he had developed a full-blown hard-on while standing in a queue. One time he managed to conceal his bulge behind a copy of Utusan Malaysia (not that he actually read the rabidly racist rag, but he enjoyed walking around with a copy under his arm or over his crotch just to annoy people). It also came in handy whenever he felt the compulsion to idly swat a few rent-seeking flies.

Another time he happened to be standing behind his plump-rumped girlfriend, Lascivia Lum, and was able to good-humoredly goose her till she had to trot off giggling to the ladies and plug her overflow with tissue paper.

H.S. (as he preferred to be called, because his father had perversely named him Hum Sup, weird sense of humor) was a congenital erotomaniac. In Cantonese, Hum Sup literally means “salty and moist.” In plain English, H.S. was addicted to sex. In other words, he chose to attain Oneness through physical conjugation rather than transcendental meditation. In fact, the only constant in his life was to fuck and wank at every opportunity.

Eating and sleeping served only to recharge his batteries between battering ram episodes when he would attempt to break down the fortified gates of feigned prudery. Indeed, H.S. Loh sometimes saw himself as a crusader for the suppressed libido, tilting at windmills of false piety and genuine hypocrisy.

Those who knew H.S. suspected that he enjoyed shocking erotophobes (making their auras shrink in dismay) even more than indulging his congenital erotomania. His current squeeze, Lascivia, was cute and cuddly enough – but the fact that her father was a Baptist preacher added spice to their love affair.

AS A KID at Sunday school, H.S. had been intrigued by the story of humanity’s “Fall from Grace.” The watered-down official version made it seem like Adam and Eve were tossed out of Heaven for disobeying God and eating the Forbidden Fruit. Why God would plant a “forbidden” fruit in the Garden of Eden was beyond human comprehension. And to then tell these innocent babes in the wood they could do whatever they liked except taste that particular fruit made it clear that God was setting them up big time.

He probably had a stopwatch in hand, waiting to see how long it would take Adam and Eve to discover the exquisite pleasures of fornication and commit their Original Sin. (I bet God had at least four CCTV cameras installed to record the event, just in case He needed to resort to blackmail somewhere down the line. Or maybe He just liked to watch.)

Preachers call it “illicit sex” because Adam had yet to propose to Eve, and she hadn’t even considered signing a contract agreeing to be physically and emotionally bound to him for life. Anyway, if Adam and Eve were the First Couple and there were no other humans around, then neither could contemplate carnal intimacy with anybody else, could they? Being promiscuous would be a complete waste of time in the Garden of Eden.

Unless Eve was kinky enough to be turned on by the Serpent’s slinky muscularity and allowed it to perform cunnilingus on her with its forked tongue and Barry White voice. You may not know this, but male snakes do have penises – not one, but two. Okay, some biologists say the snake’s hemipenes are in fact a bifurcated penis, rather than two separate organs. So it’s quite possible that the Serpent may have ventured beyond foreplay and penetrated Eve with one, or both, of its reptilian penises.

It’s also entirely possible that when Eve says she was tempted by the Serpent, she was merely waxing lyrical about Adam’s morning erection. I mean, if you’re a newly minted woman and have never seen a fully erect male organ, your first close encounter with one in all its glory might well cause you to spontaneously lubricate and cream yourself.

Whatever actually happened in the Garden of Eden, you can be sure of one thing: it had to do with sex.

And that’s why H.S. Loh was obsessed with the subject. Any activity that can get one evicted from paradise must be well worth investigating. Yet, how could it possibly be “paradise” if sex is forbidden? Are there different categories of paradise, some XXX-rated and others approved for General Audiences?

However, sex wasn’t the only thing on his mind – though one might argue that everything would look sexy to a man named Hum Sup Loh.

As a student of philosophy, H.S. had always preferred Socrates (right) to Plato; Laotzu to Confucius. People often speak of “platonic” love but how come they never boast about their passion being “socratic”? Socrates was officially married to Xanthippe, who gave him three sons. But he was, like most Athenian nobles, also known to enjoy the company of young and handsome male athletes. Umno would most certainly disapprove and attempt to fitnah him left, right and center.

Laotzu was a legendary sage who lived in forested hills far from civilization and successfully avoided being awarded titles and positions by the palace. It is recorded that Confucius, hearing of Laotzu’s great wisdom, found Laotzu after many months of searching, and asked if he would accept Confucius as his humble student. Laotzu simply said: “Why waste your time and mine? Go back to your job as an academic!” To his credit, Confucius never spoke ill of Laotzu; indeed, he described him as a cosmic phenomenon, awesome and unreachable as a dragon flying through the clouds.

But to H.S. Loh the most admirable contemporary philosopher was a fellow named Hugh Marston Hefner (left), better known as the chief editor and publisher of Playboy magazine. Launching the first issue in December 1953 on $8,000 of borrowed capital, Hefner not only became a multi-millionaire entrepreneur – but he also planted the seeds of the sexual revolution that swept across the world in the 1960s (bypassing Malaysia and the Middle East, some will be relieved to know).

Many of Hefner’s monumental accomplishments were unknown to the hordes of salivating appreciators of Playboy’s monthly centerfolds. Hefner was a vigorous crusader for free speech and civil liberties; he stood by stand-up comedian Lenny Bruce when the government was harassing him and later produced recordings and a feature-length film documenting Lenny Bruce’s turbulent career (Lenny, starring Dustin Hoffman, 1974).

Hugh M. Hefner preached what he practiced. He loved beautiful bodies, fast cars, good food, fine clothes, freedom and lofty ideas – and that’s exactly what he promoted in Playboy. At the ripe old age of 86, Hefner married a buxom 26-year-old hottie named Crystal Harris. That’s not half-bad by anybody’s reckoning, especially H.S. Loh’s… so what if the whole affair was doomed to failure from the start? [Harris later revealed, in a candid interview with Howard Stern, that she and Hefner had only had sex once: "He’s had so much sex, he’s kind of over it. It lasted two seconds. It was an out-of-body experience."]

And so what if Hugh M. Hefner was exposed, after his death at 91 in September 2017, as having been part of a CIA honeypot operation aimed at video-recording prominent figures in compromising positions for blackmail purposes? Most famous people have secret lives we know nothing about until after they're dead.

These were some of the random thoughts drifting lazily through H.S. Loh's mind as he waited in line at the KTM Komuter ticket counter. By the time he got to his turn, his willy was more than half-erect. “Kuala Kubu Bharu,” he said, giving his throbbing dickhead a friendly rub while fishing around for some loose change in his left trouser pocket.

H.S. was thrilled to finally be meeting his childhood hero, a man who had made a career out of priapic prose, and who fancied himself a latter-day incarnation of the nature god Pan. As the train pulled out of the station, H.S. sent a text message ahead, alerting the recipient to his estimated time of arrival. Hope he likes the present I got for him, H.S. smiled, fingering the beautifully gift-wrapped box of super-strength tongkat ali capsules in his shoulder bag.

_______
Lee Bee Doh is just another alias of that elusive entity, erstwhile known as Kit Leee (actor, author, cartoonist, arts reviewer and producer), who vanished into the woods, only to reappear in cyberspace as Antares (blogger, musician and jungle chef). [Originally published on LoyarBurok. First posted here 19 May 2011, reposted 4 June 2014, 28 July 2016, 30 May 2018 & 9 July 2022].

ARE WE STILL WAITING FOR THE MESSIAH? (reprise)

I haven't written about local politics since the Great Reset of May 9th, 2018, apart from a 500-word overview for The Edge's Merdeka Special.

There are several reasons for my silence. First, I have been preoccupied with the construction of a guest facility behind our house which has consumed much of my energy and all of my cash reserves. Secondly, now that Barisan Nasional is no longer in power, I feel that my political crusade (which began after October 1987) is more or less accomplished. Thirdly, people are getting much more vocal on social media now that the fear has receded and the cacophony of clamorous voices isn't something I wish to add to, although I look upon it as the grating sound of a nascent democracy akin to construction noise (which we tolerate when it's our own house that's being built).

So why do I feel compelled to put in my two bits' worth now? Truth be told, folks, I'm fatigued by the quarrelsome adversarial nature of political rhetoric. I have never liked to argue for the sake of argument, which I regard as nothing more than a competitive sport, a game of semantics. cunning lingual exercises that never penetrate beyond mere superficialities.

Above all, I have never subscribed to the notion that authentic change can be effected on the political level, that all it takes is to replace one captain or manager with another. It's the very idea of being subject to external authority, generation after generation, unquestioningly surrendering our innate power and sovereignty as conscious individuals, that needs to be reassessed and outgrown.

So why did I publicly endorse, consistently over 20 years, the prime ministership of Anwar Ibrahim? The answer is simple: I am no game-player and find politics every bit as tedious and banal as courtroom proceedings. I generally prefer engaging my right brain and gut feelings to getting embroiled in hair-splitting left-brain exercises. That's why when Anwar led a massive rebellion against Mahathir in 1998 I decided to monitor him closely. His determination, stoicism and tenacity impressed me greatly, so I made Anwar my political avatar.

Through Anwar I could be vicariously involved in the grubby, sordid world of political power play, without physical risk to myself. I can't imagine enduring 10 years of imprisonment for my political views - but Anwar did and I wholeheartedly admire his fighting spirit and resilience. To me his astonishing perseverance against all odds qualifies him as a bona fide national hero.

Anwar Ibrahim was politically crucified in 1998 by Mahathir, who spared no effort to humiliate and crush his adversary. Not only did Anwar survive six years as a political prisoner (and, I believe, at least one attempt to poison him with cyanide), he successfully resurrected himself as a messiah and led the opposition coalition called Pakatan Rakyat to a near-victory in March 2008, then again in May 2013. Indeed, were it nor for the all-too-obvious partisanship of the Election Commission which aided and abetted massive electoral fraud, I'm certain BN would have fallen five years ago, and Anwar anointed as Malaysia's 7th prime minister.

I was overjoyed, like many others, when Anwar Ibrahim received a full pardon from the Agong on May 16th, 2018, vindicating his 20-year battle against the behemoth BN. It was a great relief for everyone who can't bear to witness such grotesque travesties of justice, and a poignant moment indeed for his beautiful family. For me, it didn't matter who deserved the most credit for removing the utterly corrupt BN from power. Whether we succeeded with Mahathir leading the charge... or voters silently resented Najib's brutal incarceration of Anwar... or the rotting white elephant in the room named 1MDB finally began to stink too badly to be ignored... it's purely academic now. I'm certain it was all these factors, compounded with the collective will of a sizeable majority of young voters, that won the great victory against cynicism and fatalism.

What prompts me to speak up now is the vitriolic antagonism I see directed against Anwar, even before he made his "PD move." Cherished friends whose opinions I respect and value have risen up as a bilious phalanx of vociferous opposition in an attempt to thwart Anwar Ibrahim from fulfilling his political destiny.

He's too ambitious... a political chameleon... he endorses the reactionary Turkish dictator, Erdoğan, whom he regards as an ally... Anwar will be forced to pander to the religious fundamentalists, just to maintain his power base. 

That's what I hear all the time on my Facebook newsfeed. Anyone who makes a career of politics has got to be ambitious and adapt chameleon-like to changing circumstances, so these are actually positive traits. As for cozying up with the likes of Recep Tayyip Erdoğan... well, it could just as well be Paul Wolfowitz, Bashar al-Assad, Emmanuel Macron, Vladimir Putin or, God forbid, Donald J. Trump. End of the day what we think we know of public figures is mostly from media reports. Anyone can be easily demonized by media shills with an occult agenda. Remember what the Zionist-controlled media did to Saddam Hussein and Muammar Gaddafi? One day we might even discover that Winston Churchill was far more villainous than Adolf Hitler, and that Barack Obama was, in truth, a Manchurian candidate installed by the CIA on behalf of the Deep State.. so keep your mind open (at least a crack).

Can all these well-informed, highly intelligent and articulate friends be utterly wrong? Yes, they can. Their judgment may be clouded by their own biases, fears and prejudices. After all, they are mostly the same "street-savvy" Anglophilic crowd who delight in dismissing Donald Trump as a buffoonish boor, unfit to occupy the White House. That's right, folks, this may come as a shock to you but I have nothing seriously negative to say about Trump's presidency, which I view as instrumental to a Great Geopolitical Reset.

Notwithstanding DJT's apparent lack of lexicological range, I am inclined to regard him as the reincarnation of some ancient Roman emperor who has been given the opportunity to step up to the world stage at this evolutionary juncture as a wild card (or more appropriately the Joker), even as the entire deck is being reshuffled. 

Enough of meaningless labels like left and right, liberal and conservative. Life is way too complex and fluid to fit into a simple binary context of Good and Bad, Right and Wrong, Democrat and Republican, Whig and Tory, Government and Opposition. If you can be so easily classified as either this or that, then it's probable that you haven't been completely candid with yourself. Or perhaps you have been conditioned to rely on ideas and opinions injected into your psyche by the plutocrat-owned miseducation system and mass media - instead of your own instincts and intuition.

I doubt if there has ever been a political figure of note who isn't somehow controversial - who inspires admiration from some and triggers fear and loathing in others. If the founders of the world's main religions were active in today's cybernetic world, imagine what the media pundits and shills would have to say about them - whether they be Krishna, Laotse, Confucius, Siddhartha Gautama, Moses, Jesus, Muhammad or Baha'ullah. Imagine the scandals buzzing around them like bluebottles, the stinking muck raked up, the nasty remarks, cynical deconstructions, scholarly critiques written about these long-gone icons. Humans, time and again, have created gods to adore and worship - only to rip them apart or crucify or debunk them when they suffer a collective mood swing.

Perhaps it's time we begin to accept responsibility for how we experience the world around us - instead of hoping for a messianic cult figure, some great savior to rescue us from the confusion and mayhem of everyday reality. Don't you think it's puerile of us to still believe that a single president or prime minister or guru figure can set aright all that has gone wrong in the nation, resolve all problems that beset humanity, and lead us all to the Promised Land?

Having said that, I'm painfully aware that the vast majority of my fellow citizens may not be ready as yet to upgrade their own software and become self-governing entities. They must be given time and a conducive space to take their first faltering steps into an unknown, but potentially glorious, future. If I were to do the unthinkable and offer myself as a political candidate, my open disregard for all forms of institutionalized religion would scare, shock and offend too many. I probably wouldn't survive a week in politics. However, someone like Anwar has not only survived, he actually seems to thrive in the midst of controversy.

Nobody can dispute his resolve, tenacity, resilience and inner strength. His remarkable rise in politics, followed by a fall of mythical proportions, and his ultimate resurrection and ascension, lead me to conclude that he is indeed capable of overcoming all obstacles and inspiring the entire populace, regardless of racial or religious conditioning, to transcend the artificial divisiveness that has kept us from becoming a truly splendid and accomplished nation.

I don't reside in Port Dickson, but if I did, I would support Anwar Ibrahim in his quest to be reinstated as an active Member of Parliament. Those who condemn his strategy of triggering a by-election through the voluntary resignation of an incumbent MP do so without a full understanding of all the nasty intrigues going on behind closed doors. This species of low-grade jostling for positions and power has long been part of political culture everywhere - not just in Malaysia. Non-players and outsiders only know what gets reported - or leaked.

Occasionally an internal rift reveals itself like a crack in the wall, weakening the prospects of a particular political party owing to petty ego conflicts. Unless you are fully immersed in the water, it's impossible to know what's lurking below the surface, and even then you can be caught off-guard by sabotage and the invisible machinations of rivals. This is a game of thrones I myself have chosen not to play, except by proxy.

There appears to be a contradiction here: while I have never taken economics or politics all that seriously, I am at the same time aware that the 3D Matrix is still largely influenced by the primal drives for money and power. A single individual at the helm, with the unwavering support of a large enough majority, can dramatically alter the course we chart as sovereign nations. A charismatic leader can steer the ship of state towards dangerous reefs by publicly preaching unity while privately sowing seeds of discord and discontent - but he or she can also opt to play the pivotal role of maintaining harmony and stability during a major transition between eras.

On April 14th, 2008, I was present at the Sultan Sulaiman Club in Kampung Bahru when Anwar Ibrahim made a stirring comeback speech in which he declared it was time for us to replace Ketuanan Melayu (Malay Supremacy) with Ketuanan Rakyat (Supremacy of the People). The response was unanimous and absolutely moving. Looking around me, I saw locals in white skull caps and robes enthusiastically cheering Anwar for his vision of Greater Unity and Harmony, transcending artificially imposed racial and religious barriers. It was as if we had finally stepped across an invisible threshold between adolescence and adulthood as a nation. I saluted Anwar for articulating this truly powerful sentiment and he reinforced this vision by intoning at every subsequent ceramah:

"Anak Cina anak saya, anak India anak saya, anak Iban, anak Kadazan, anak Melayu semua anak saya!" 

I am inclined to believe that, after ten years of unjust imprisonment as a political dissident within a tradition-bound feudalistic establishment, this is essentially what Anwar Ibrahim desires to be congratulated and remembered for. His destiny, I am still convinced after 20 years, is to steer the nation back on its intended course - to evolve gracefully into a unified, harmonious and mature melting-pot of diverse cultures, looking forward instead of backwards.

There, I have broken my silence. Time to shed the wrinkly old skin of identity politics, people. Let's all outgrow the childhood indoctrination that keeps us living, generation after generation, under the proverbial coconut shell of Tempurungist jingoism.

5 October 2018

[Reposted 11 December 2021]

Excerpt from my "Agony Ant" column (repost)

[For a brief period I had an "Agony Ant" column at www.kakiseni.com, the funky Malaysian arts portal. It didn't last very long because hardly anyone bothered posting arts-related questions except for Patrick Teoh and somebody signing off as Lazy Sod. However, it did yield some mirthful moments. This is the last item fished out from my archive. After this, I'll be going "live on air"!] 

Dear Uncle Ant, I'm a lazy sod so I'm posting my questions about the Malaysian arts scene here [on the kakiseni.com readers' feedback page]. 1. What is Malaysian Culture? 2. What is Malaysian Arts? 3. What is Malaysian Heritage? 4. Are these compatible with tourism? 

Dear Lazy Sod, Talk about lazy questions, yours are in the same category as: Who Am I? What Am I Doing Here? What Does It Mean To Be Human? If I Find The Answers Will People Pay Top Money To Hear Them? But our excitable editor is correct when he declares that Uncle Ant can answer any and all questions (if he feels like it, that is). Be warned, folks, that you may find the answers to Lazy Sod's questions totally unfunny - because our lack of Culture is certainly no laughing matter. Okay, folks... fasten your seat belts... now for some straight answers to Lazy Sod's 100 million ringgit questions! 

Many decades ago I wrote an article for a newspaper in which I compared "culture" to weaving a fine carpet - that is to say, "culture" means diddly-squat to someone who's sleeping on cardboard cartons under a flyover, or who lives in a leaky zinc-roofed shanty in the slums. But along with material gains and creature comforts comes a nice big house in the suburbs - and a professionally laid parquet or marble floor just waiting for a tasteful carpet to make home look a little cozier. 

Now that's what "culture" represents to most folks who have evolved beyond basic survival: a few original paintings on the walls, a Rhythm-In-Bronze CD playing in the background, and a selection of director-playwrights, soon-to-be-published novelists, or (ahem) theatre reviewers on your birthday party guest list. 

In other words, being “cultured” essentially implies that one has developed an aesthetic sensibility or “good taste” – a prerequisite to acquiring even the rudiments of an ethical sense, without which we cannot govern ourselves and therefore will be governed by others on pain of punishment or through brute force. Can you imagine what life in the social matrix might be like if everyone - including candidates for the police force and the civil service - was exposed from infancy to good (read, uncensored) literature, music, films, theatre, paintings and sculptures? 

How about the traditional culture you might find in, say, a Kelantanese fishing village, or a rice-growing community in Kedah, or a remote longhouse in Sarawak? Doesn't that qualify as "culture"? 

Well, folks, that's where culture begins. Man does not live on rice and tapioca alone. After a hearty meal, we want to relax with a couple of drinks and maybe hear someone with a stirring voice and a string instrument sing about the good old days, or watch the belles of the village do a fertility dance. So there's pop culture and haute culture to consider. 

For instance, would you consider it a cultural experience to hang out at a karaoke lounge with your contractor buddies, 4 bottles of Martell, and 5 GROs (that’s Guest Relations Officer, for the uninitiated)? Well, in Korea and Japan, that's part of the Business Culture - nobody does actual business in boardrooms. And among affluent youth everywhere, culture means Friday night at Zouk with the gang and a good supply of "headshaking" pills. A few years ago, youth culture would have meant a spot of spontaneous breakdancing – and today some fierce skateboarding or rollerblading - outside some mall. In short, let's not get too precious over our definition of Culture. 

But what is MALAYSIAN culture, you ask? Huh? Is there such an animal? I know we have Melayu culture - you know, all the fun stuff banned by PAS, inspired by the Ramayana and whatnot - kite-flying, top-spinning, gong-beating, ketupat-steaming. We also have Chinese culture, especially around the Lunar New Year, you know, tong-tong-chang and red stuff all over the streets. And we have Indian culture - especially in conjunction with Hindu festivals when painted cement gods adorned with multicolored lights are dragged through the streets in their chariots, and folks in trance pierce their cheeks with stainless steel skewers, and lots of coconuts get smashed. Funky, vel vel. But as playwright Huzir Sulaiman astutely remarked in Notes on Life & Love & Painting: 

It angers me when after hundreds of years of importing aspects of other people’s culture some politician in a 4,000-ringgit Italian suit complains about Western values and such-and-such a thing is not from our culture. Our culture is everybody else’s culture. We’ve never had our own. Deal with it and grow up. 

Should we bother mentioning the OFFICIAL CULTURE designed and promoted by our tireless bureaucrats - you know, the candle, umbrella, and banana leaf dancers and the stylized silat choreography performed mainly for 65-year-old tourists? Well, that's really just a bowl of wax fruit sitting on the table as some sort of kitsch decoration (hey, don't attempt to eat the stuff, you'll gag and puke!).

I wouldn't call THAT culture - but a definitive symptom of the acute lack thereof. And yet... I can point to a few cultural icons and hold their work up as exquisitely representative of MALAYSIAN culture: the ever popular “Latok” Lat, for a start. And there’s my old friend Salleh Ben Joned the bilingual poet and essayist whose work transcends sterile notions of ethnicity while drawing heavily on ethnic elements. These are forerunners of a younger generation exemplified by the likes of Jit Murad, Huzir Sulaiman, Jo Kukathas and the Instant Café Theatre. 

What do they have in common? A balanced cosmopolitan sensibility that aesthethically merges the “native” and the “foreign” within their own psyches, putting a spicy spin on the rich stew (or should I say curry?) of derivative cultural elements that define being Malaysian. 

Your next question is grammatically unsound and I have every right not to answer it. Nonetheless I’d define “Malaysian arts” as any form of cultural expression practised by anyone born in or residing long-term in Malaysia. (Now some of you, like our nose... I mean nit-picking editor, may be wondering why I described your question - What is Malaysian Arts? - as “grammatically unsound.” Arts is plural and your question addresses a singular issue. 

How would you define ‘Malaysian Arts’? 

Now that’s grammatically sound!) What is Malaysian Heritage? Another grammatically shaky poser, Lazy Sod! But let’s not be too pedantic. Here’s a partial list of what I consider to be our Malaysian Heritage: ancient rainforests, aboriginal peoples, Cristao-speaking Portuguese Eurasians, the Stadthuys (you know, those stodgy red buildings in Malacca), written English and spoken Manglish, Ionic columns, guided democracy, cinema subtitles in 3 languages, Chinese satay sellers and Malay chee cheong fun stalls, not to mention Hakka-speaking Tamils in Kuala Kubu Bharu. 

As for your final question: YES, of course, EVERYTHING is compatible with tourism - we need the foreign currency. In any case, your question comes too late: Tourism is now a separate ministry from Culture, Arts and Heritage. During the Mahathir Era, Arts and Culture were subsumed by Tourism, and artists were seen as entertainers, Guest Relations Officers, and court jesters. Before that, the arts were perceived as a means of keeping hormonally-charged youngsters out of trouble and so we had the Ministry of Culture, Youth and Sports. 

Let’s be grateful for small mercies. I feel the new Ministry of Culture, Arts and Heritage under Rais Yatim could be a healthy sign. At least it promises to revive the traditional arts suppressed by fundamentalists in Terengganu – and it may well lead to DBKL* being relieved of its censorship duties on humanitarian grounds (poor, overworked City Hall already has enough on its hands, maintaining its fleet of lifeboats in anticipation of the next flash flood). 

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*DBKL = Dewan Bandaraya Kuala Lumpur aka City Hall

[First posted 5 December 2006. Reposted 4 December 2021]

APOCALYPSE… OR EPIPHANY? (revisited & updated)

Lotus flowers blossom in the Khao Sam Roi Yot national park 

in southern Thailand (AFP/Roberto Schmidt)

 

Musings at the edge of eternity

The World of Appearances moves visibly towards a series of possible Apocalypses. Now as never before, I am doing all I can to maintain a clear focus on my innervision of heaven on earth – which does NOT include the triumph of Big Brotherism in some dystopic New World Order Fourth Reich!

With Galactic Alignment come and gone (refer, if you like, to John Major Jenkins’s Maya Cosmogenesis 2012 for the mind-boggling details), massive shifts in consciousness and spiritual maturity have brought about a rapid meltdown of dysfunctional institutions and societal conventions. All that is mechanical and regimented will swiftly and abruptly run out of political charge. The “princes and principalities” (or Archon-infested golems in suits) won’t surrender without a desperate fight, in the vain hope that they can at least drag everyone else down to “hell” with them.

However, Mother Earth (Gaia-Sophia) herself will no longer support their parasitic and piratic misbehavior as she attains to full awakening. Those governed by fear and greed and trapped in egocentric skepticism will be subject to their own Twilight-of-the-Gods scenario – despite all efforts to help them experience a paradigm shift. The rest of us will bear witness as self-governing sovereign entities to the birth of a New Octave of Consciousness wherein beauty and truth will replace money and military might as focal points of endeavor. (All this is unlikely to happen right after 2012, but the preceding years will prove to be pivotal era in which each incarnate soul will consciously cross a threshold, towards true individual freedom or deeper enslavement in the Matrix.)

But what happens to all the encrusted egos hellbent on keeping the Duality Scam going? The Fear Merchants, trading in terror and scarcity conditioning, clinging tenaciously to ancestral privilege or ruthless ambition - are they a nightmarish mass delusion that’s absolutely no concern of mine?

I can see bits of myself embedded in these primitive programs going by descriptions like "Neo-Darwinism." Survival of the Fittest, indeed. How is “fit” defined? The ones gifted at making money, or the ones with universal empathy? Is it possible to accumulate wealth as measured by consensus – and still feel a tender compassion for all life?

The way I see it: since I already feel oceanic ripples of deep affection for All That Is, I need only gain access to unlimited wealth to be in a position to answer that question truthfully. It’s easy to dismiss money as a spurious concoction of the banking fraternity, but so long as it’s in use, I’d love to have a huge pile fall in my lap. I could get the entire contents of my rusty filing cabinet published, release some sonic dreamscapes I recorded some 30 years ago, fund radical social and artistic projects, visit friends all over the planet, lounge around on a Thai island for weeks, help a few fellow humans who happen to require a reboot, and so on.

How about The Vision? Well, it’s all part of it. My definition of heaven: infinite possibilities (where merely knowing that every desire can be fulfilled is enough). Hell, of course, is utter impossibility (where the woman who excites me most begrudges even a smile).

Do I envisage a Vegetarian Future?

It’s not what we do, it’s how we do it that changes the essential equations. Having lived among hunter-gatherers who generally prefer to get their protein by fishing and snaring wild game, and who are content to subsist on tapioca leaves and dried anchovies the rest of the time, I’d be glad to see an end to commercial exploitation of the animal and vegetable kingdoms. It’s not meat-eating, per se, that constitutes a problem – it’s industrial farming methods that treat other lifeforms as mere commodities to be processed and sold which greatly saddens my soul.

Times when my atoms were oscillating at close to light speed, I have been able to sustain myself for days on prana and photons – which is why I’m sympathetic to breatharians, though I lack the ascetic impulse to wilfully embark on such a course. I eat to live as a matter of habit, and I bless and enjoy whatever’s on my plate. Food is NOT the issue. Famine is invariably the unhappy result of ecocidal human activities driven by scarcity conditioning. The fact that “developed” countries have problems with anorexia AND obesity reflects a deep spiritual imbalance.

Speaking of food, I recently received an internet joke with a timely teaching. It’s called “God’s Test”:

God put the angels and the devils to a test. He set up a huge banquet hall with a wonderful feast. First He invited the devils to the feast. They were delighted until they found out that they couldn't bend their arms at the elbows! How were they to eat all the delicious food when their hands wouldn't go to their mouths? They tried eating off the plate, which was messy and undignified. They tried throwing the food in the air and catching it in their mouths. Nothing worked very well. After 15 minutes of this mayhem, God told them that time was up. They trooped out cursing Him.

Next, He invited the angels into the hall. A fresh feast was laid out, and the same thing happened - they couldn't bend their arms at the elbows. The angels all looked at each other and burst out laughing. "What a great game!" they said as they fed each other.

If you happen to be an atheist - don’t worry, so is God. In 2026 I’ve decided to revert to my original name. From now on, don’t call me Antares – “God” will do nicely. Heh heh, just kidding, folks. I've had enough problems trying to get old friends to call me Antares... or cash cheques (back in the analog days) with three E's in my former surname Leee.

© Antares Maitreya, written in January 2003 (updated October 2005, August 2018 & August 2022). First posted 2 December 2006, reposted 30 August 2018 & 19 August 2022.

The Great British Lawful Rebellion Has Begun (repost)

WE KNOW YOUR GAME!

As many people reading this already know, there is a humorous Chinese curse which simply says “May you live in interesting times!” Well, 2011 is already turning out to be a very interesting year indeed... a year that is going to change Great Britain’s destiny and direction forever... a year which will set alight a chain of events and actions that will globally expose and cast off the evil corporate yoke that has been cunningly and unlawfully imposed upon all of the free peoples of the world by that criminal and secretive global elite that is commonly known as The New World Order. As the world begins to wake up to the real truth, a cry from the people is starting to be heard in an ever increasing volume... WE WILL NOT BE THEIR SLAVES!

What is seen now by the repressive authorities as merely smouldering embers of open rebellion by a tiny minority will very soon flare up to become a raging inferno for truth and justice as ordinary decent people demand an end to this global criminality and complete insanity.

To this end, Lawful Rebellion in Great Britain has now finally begun (as poor old Judge Peake in Birkenhead discovered to his surprise and embarrassment when he was suddenly confronted in his court by over 500 law abiding citizens demanding his arrest for treason) and nothing, absolutely nothing, can stop its momentum from building.

Ordinary decent and peace loving people have finally had enough and are now waking up in ever increasing numbers to the unlawful harm that is actually being done to them and their families. A grassroots movement of non-compliance on a scale never before imagined is organising itself to lawfully expose and bring down this appalling system of global corporate control and enslavement... including the lawful shutting down of the debt creating financial nerve centre of the world, the so-called Square Mile that makes up the ‘City of London’ – what many analysts believe is the beating heart of this global conspiracy beast.

The bloodline criminal banking family, the House of Rothschild, the power base and ‘brains’ behind this so-called New World Order (which of course includes the proposed European Union Superstate) have simply created for themselves a House of Cards which, because of their arrogance and over-confidence, is now ready to collapse.

It is certainly true that they have planned for many years now a global financial collapse designed to hasten in a ‘one world’ global currency and banking system completely controlled by them, but many researchers believe that they may have partially lost control and what is about to happen is, in fact, an incredible opportunity for the ordinary and decent people of the world to strike back with a mortal blow and so expose and defeat forever the New World Order and the Rothschilds’ psychopathic plans for the human race. In other words, the ‘Endgame’ is almost upon us... and we must take the initiative!  [clip]

Waddesdon Manor, donated to the National Trust by the Rothschild Family

From now on, it must be the sworn duty of all law abiding and decent people to expose and collapse this evil mindset and control mechanism forever. And the only law to be allowed here in Britain is Common Law which applies equally to everyone without fear or favour – attempts to impose any other type of law, such as Civil or Roman Law or even Sharia Law, will not be tolerated or allowed.

THE ONE KEY QUESTION THEY CANNOT AND WILL NOT ANSWER!

Mayer Amschel Rothschild famously said in the late eighteenth century, “Permit me to issue and control the money of a nation, and I care not who makes its laws.”

The House of Rothschild has created a global financial empire based around creating money completely out of thin air and then charging exorbitant rates of interest on it. This unlawful deception on a truly staggering scale, using their global network of central and private banks (including the Bank of England through its Bank of England Nominees Ltd), has resulted in nations being deliberately and criminally engineered into enormous debt. As far as the Rothschilds are concerned, debt equals control – and the heart of their criminal control base is the Square Mile that makes up the City of London.

Bank of England, a Rothschild enterprise

If you want to see your average ‘useful idiot’ politician or economist squirm, then ask them this simple and direct question... Why cannot Her Majesty’s Government through the Treasury issue debt free and interest free money based upon the wealth, the common wealth, of this country (worth trillions)... why do we have to go cap in hand to the Rothschild controlled private and international banks who simply create money out of thin air – just numbers created on a computer screen – and who then charge exorbitant rates of interest on this ‘nothingness,’ which is currently costing us the taxpayers something like £125,000,000 a day, or around £44,000,000,000 a year just to meet the interest payments?

The truth is we are being scammed! The so-called Deficit, which is being used to distress our armed forces as well as the weak and vulnerable in our society, is unlawful... I repeat, UNLAWFUL!

A myriad of taxes, cuts and other austerity measures, not to mention widespread redundancies, have been imposed unlawfully upon the unwitting taxpayers... that is you and I... to tackle this. But, under Common Law, if you are found guilty of practicing your affairs with mischief, then everything you have been doing must be declared null and void. The same applies to this country’s so-called National Debt (fast approaching £1 trillion having doubled in the last six years) and to all our own personal debts such as Mortgages and Personal Loans... we can walk away from them all lawfully as we have all been given ‘money’ that doesn’t actually exist, that has no audit trail and comes to you as a debt.

And before all the LSE ‘educated’ economists become excited and animated and saying that this is all rubbish and that you cannot possibly default lawfully from your ‘debts,’ I suggest they read this next part very carefully, very carefully indeed!

What follows below is an excerpt from an editorial in The Times newspaper in 1865 which, even then, was influenced and ultimately controlled by the London-based Rothschilds. The American Civil War, as with nearly all wars in the last two hundred plus years, saw the Rothschilds encouraging and profiteering from funding both sides.

President Abraham Lincoln, realising the appalling criminality being practised by this banking dynasty, rather than pay the phenomenal levels of interest on this ‘money’ created from ‘nothingness,’ took the radical and common sense decision to bypass the Rothschilds and to have the Union’s Useless Treasury print their own interest-free and debt-free money.

Lincoln's "Greenback" currency

Called ‘Greenbacks’ because of their colour, the US Treasury issued around $450,000,000 with which to fund the ultimately successful Union’s war effort. This new system worked so well and was so popular with the people that Lincoln considered making it a permanent arrangement. This would have sounded the death knell for the Rothschild’s well laid plans to ensnare the world unlawfully with massive debt. The panic felt by these criminal bankers over Lincoln’s ‘Greenbacks’ is reflected in this Times editorial:

“If that mischievous financial policy, which had its origin in the North American Republic, should become indurated down to a fixture, then that Government will furnish its own money without cost. It will pay off debts and be without a debt. It will have all the money necessary to carry on its commerce. It will become prosperous beyond precedence in the history of the civilised governments of the world. The brains and the wealth of all countries will go to North America. That government must be destroyed, or it will destroy every monarchy on the globe.” [source: http://www.webofdebt.com/excerpts/foreword.php]

So spoke the Rothschilds and their fiefdom, the City of London, as they realised what Lincoln’s initiative would mean to their vulnerable House of Cards debt creating power base. The threat of sovereign governments printing interest-free and debt-free paper money had to be removed.

On April 14th 1865, a certain John Wilkes Booth shot and killed Abraham Lincoln and with his death ended the debt free ‘greenbacks.’ However, almost one hundred years later, another US President paid the price for standing up to the Rothschilds by doing exactly the same again.

John F. Kennedy moments before his death
in Dallas, 22 November 1963

On June 4th 1963, closely advised and supported by his brother Bobby, President John F Kennedy signed Executive Order 11110 which authorised the US Treasury to bypass the Federal Reserve Bank (a private Central Bank controlled by the Rothschilds and the Rockefellers) and issue $4.29 billion as debt free and interest free money based on the value of silver bullion certificates. Once again the assassin’s bullet conveniently removed the problem for the Rothschilds – both the President and Bobby dying violent deaths.

Robert F. Kennedy killed by an assassin's bullet, 5 June 1968

There is some considerable doubt that Executive Order 11110 was ever rescinded and many believe it is still valid today. However, the US Treasury notes were quickly taken out of circulation and since then all the Presidents and their administrations, just like our own Prime Ministers and their governments, have been compliant and obedient to the wishes of the Rothschilds and their criminal network of debt-producing bankers. [source: http://www.restoretherepublic.org/documents/JKF And The Fed.pdf]

When are people going to wake up? Current banking practices are just one big scam which can be resolved and put right by quite simply resorting to the commonsense and common decency that makes up Common Law. The City of London must be closed down with usury, the charging of interest on loans, along with the creation of money as debt, must be outlawed and never again allowed to be practised in Britain. The benign and responsible government issuance of debt-free and interest-free money, based upon the common wealth of the nation, is the future for Britain’s prosperity, defence, integrity and well-being.

PLEASE DO YOUR DUTY – DEFEND AND PROTECT THE PEOPLE!

George Osborne, our Bilderberg attending treasonous Chancellor who would appear to take his orders direct from the House of Rothschild, has told us that we all have to make a massive sacrifice to reduce our ever-widening ‘deficit’ (approximately £143 billion and growing)... you know, to pay off the interest from that imaginary money created out of complete ‘nothingness’ by those nice and honest people who work in the Rothschild controlled private banking sector.

Hotel de Bilderberg Oosterbeek, The Nerherlands, 1954

As part of our sacrifice to the ‘banksters’ we have seen our armed forces slashed and our ability to defend this country put in real jeopardy. We now have no aircraft carriers; no vertical take-off Harriers; no proper maritime reconnaissance aircraft; and two squadrons of Tornados are to go as will 20% of our regular soldiers by 2015.

We now have the smallest navy since Henry VIII, possibly as few as a dozen destroyers and frigates if the latest plans are realised! This is complete madness for a maritime and trade dependant nation! But unfortunately the traitors in Parliament see it another way. Great Britain will now have to work in partnership with other European countries if the gaps in our defences are to be filled... or to put it in a more truthful way, Great Britain’s sovereignty has been breeched and to defend ourselves militarily in the future we have to be an integral part of the European Union’s future combined armed forces... and all because we have to pay off the interest from imaginary money created out of ‘nothingness.’

This isn’t just madness, this is TREASON on a scale never before witnessed!

Therefore, to all serving members of our armed forces, we, who belong to this broad and diverse movement that makes up Lawful Rebellion, now urge you to immediately address this treason lawfully and to organise in such a way that openly supports the tenets and over-riding principles of Common Law and the historic and essential requirements of Magna Carta 1215. You have to become the protective shield for those honest and decent men and women who are now starting to take back our country peacefully and lawfully from the traitors, criminals, cowards and paedophiles who currently infest our Parliament.

British Parliament

Do you want to be the lackeys of the Rothschilds and the corporate greed that makes up the City of London, fighting unlawful wars at their behest so that they can create even more wealth for themselves, whilst leaving you on the scrap heap once your usefulness to them is over? They are scum and you are our best!

Our armed forces must now renew their position as the ultimate lawful champions and guardians of our Sovereignty, Common Law, Magna Carta, the Bill of Rights and everything that is decent and honest about our still wonderful country.

We also call upon all serving police men and women to stand up and help us to lawfully restore the supreme precedence of Common Law over corporate revenue raising Statute Rules being passed by our treasonous and corrupt politicians in order to wear down the population into accepting an Orwellian police style state – a state where those in unchallenged authority always know what’s ‘best’ for the people.

We urge you to research the current ‘corporate’ status of the police service – why are police constabularies and the Association of Chief Police Officers (ACPO) listed by Dun and Bradstreet as Corporations? Strange things are also being discovered – for instance, it looks as though the Devon and Cornwall Police are owned by the computer giant IBM! How can this be? What’s going on? We ask you to ask the right questions and to openly confront those Chief Constables and senior police officers who have embraced the provable Fabian Society/Frankfurt School hidden agenda of deliberately and treasonously distressing our country from within in order to facilitate the loss of yet more sovereignty to the emerging European Union Superstate.

Ask about the real and provable hidden agenda of the so-called training charity Common Purpose and how Common Purpose Graduates are being fast tracked to senior positions of authority – the highly controversial Assistant Commissioner Cressida Dick of the Met being an obvious example. As with the politicians and the judiciary, any officer who is accused of betraying the honour and integrity of the police service must expect the full weight of Common Law justice.

Honest and decent law-abiding people demand an honest and decent law-abiding police service... a police service that is there to make our country safe from criminality and treason. We know that many of you good and honest police officers out there in the field know that something is deeply wrong but are keeping your heads down to protect your pensions. We just hope that courage will ultimately prevail and that you will now do the ‘decent thing’ to save our country from what is coming and will openly help us flush out the provable treason and criminality that now pervades the corridors of power... not to mention what now follows below!

THEY ARE EVEN HARMING AND STEALING OUR CHILDREN!

And talking of criminality, we now come to the most distressing reason why Lawful Rebellion in Britain has to succeed quickly and effectively. Over the last two years two separate but connected aspects of appalling child abuse have come to light leaving researchers stunned and absolutely appalled.

The first concerns compelling evidence, not only of the existence of organised paedophile rings around the country made up of trusted members within local communities, but that these paedophile rings are operating with the connivance of, and protection from, very senior politicians and rogue members of the police, judiciary and the legal system.

The second involves children being taken away from loving families by rogue social workers on the flimsiest of excuses after using the appalling and secretive Family Courts where Common Law jurisdiction is not allowed. The motive would appear to be financial gain due to the very large sums of money involved in the adoption process today but research is starting to show that vulnerable children are being identified, groomed and handed over to practicing paedophiles by these rogue elements within the police, judiciary and the legal system as well as social services. This evil has to be exposed and stopped immediately using the full force of Common Law.

Lawful Rebellion will do everything it takes within Common Law to immediately achieve this objective, especially as reliable information and intelligence is coming in which now indicates that a significant minority of politicians are actually practicing paedophiles themselves. If this is found to be true, then it will make the MPs expenses row look like the proverbial teddy bear’s picnic. One of the key ongoing cases is the Hollie Greig affair (www.holliedemandjustice.org) which is set to explode later this year and which will blow apart the foundations of the Scottish Parliament and will have very severe repercussions for the Palace of Westminster.

THE DAY WILL DAWN!

So there we have it! Our children are being harmed and abused in the most appalling ways possible by people in positions of trust; our country’s defences are being deliberately run down by traitors to pave the way for Europe to ‘defend’ us; our nation’s ancient sovereignty and constitutional traditions are being distressed without any sort of democratic accountability; our country’s social infrastructure is being downgraded to tackle the completely unlawful and imaginary ‘deficit’; and our people are increasingly becoming debt slaves as the whole country is being placed into corporate slavery by an unlawful deception plan that our political elite and rogue elements within the judiciary are both fully complicit with.

And we haven’t even touched on the two global scams of Man-made Global Warming and the so-called War on Terror; nor indeed the sinister attacks on our health by the global elite with their Malthusian plans for massive population reduction along with the worrying corporate ‘scientific’ takeover of our worldwide food production. By stealth and criminality on a truly staggering scale, the Rothschilds, along with the secretive and unaccountable cohorts that make up this so-called ‘New World Order,’ have effectively taken over our country as they have done with most of the other countries in the world... the global governance sought by them on their terms is now very close at hand and has got to be stopped. As Marcus Tullius Cicero said, a nation can survive its fools and even the ambitious but it cannot survive treason from within.

The grim truth is, we only have one last chance to put things right and whatever we do must be done lawfully and, wherever possible, peacefully. Lawful Rebellion is not a political party, we are a guiding movement for truth and justice completely within the law, Common Law, and as such this will make us attractive to all the decent and law-abiding people of this wonderful country of ours, regardless of so-called social status, creed or colour.

We are a movement which will make people happy and debt free, guarded by Common Law and common sense. We have already arrested a judge, albeit briefly, who was committing treason... no politician, judge or decision maker who has knowingly betrayed his or her country will now be safe from arrest.

We will not stop until our sovereignty and ability to defend ourselves have been effectively restored. We can withdraw immediately and lawfully from the European Union and not be tied down by any of its so-called ‘laws.’ We do not need a referendum to achieve this... the entry into the then EEC was achieved by provable deception and treason by Edward Heath and his Conservative government (http://www.acasefortreason.org.uk). Under Common Law any actions taken using treason and criminality have got to be declared null and void.

The key members of the House of Rothschild and their extensive network of traitors, criminals and paedophiles will be arrested and brought to justice whilst the City of London will be taken over and closed down – the heart of the beast will stop beating as the obscene debt generating money markets of the world collapse once disclosure of their true criminality and intentions become clear to all. As justice, decency and real integrity pervades business and politics around the globe, no longer will we witness on our TV screens the famines and extreme poverty that affect so much of the world.

For those fearful that this enormous transition will lead initially to extreme anarchy and violence, be assured that the full apparatus and panoply of Common Law will be in place to prevent any such break down of law and peace. If people cause harm, or loss, or commit a breech of the peace, or conduct their affairs with mischief, they can expect to be treated fairly but firmly by their peers and in a way that should deter others in the future.

Concerning business and finance, new debt-free and interest-free banking initiatives will be started such as www.lawfulbank.com. Political parties, which were only created to divide and rule and to represent self serving interests, will be abolished and outlawed.

Future Members of Parliament will be elected as individuals based on their strength of character, honesty, humility and wisdom along with the service that they have already given either to their country or to their community. Future debates in Parliament will be real debates and, with no whipping system allowed, the votes taken will be fair and honest reflecting the integrity of the Common Law approach to good government.

There is obviously a huge amount to be done to create a country that is really free from debt, fear and unhappiness, and there are bound to be areas where a real debate has yet to take place, such as the controversy surrounding the House of Windsor and the part it played in allowing our present predicament, but a start has been made... a real start that is going to have huge repercussions very soon for the criminals and traitors skulking in the shadows of Westminster and the City of London... we know where you are and we are now coming for you lawfully to bring you to justice under Common Law! [clip]

FINAL CONCLUSION

There’s a lot here to think about and I know that many of you might be put off from going any further. Please, I urge you, bite on the bullet and let’s get moving. Lawful Rebellion is happening up and down the country as ordinary decent people say ‘NO!’ to tyranny. We are not a hierarchical movement with leaders telling you what you should or should not be doing – as long as you and your group act in a peaceful and lawful way, the broader movement will support you in whatever you do to help wake up the population from the manipulated hypnosis and slumber it finds itself in.

The New World Order will not disappear tomorrow – it will probably do some pretty awful things soon to protect its power base. But the cracks are appearing and the dam holding back truth, happiness and real justice is getting ready to burst.

We, at the UK Column and the British Constitution Group, will do whatever we can to help you. And, in return, please feel free to approach us with any ideas you have to further the effectiveness of the rebellion.

Finally, good luck... and remember, whatever you do, have fun!

Justin Walker
August 1st 2011

Read the entire manifesto here!

LAWFUL REBELLION

[First posted 17 August 2011]