What's Next (November 30, 2007)

We had to file a motion for acquittal by December 3, which will be responded to by the government. Their response will be e-filed so many of you will be able to access it. I have sent a copy or two to commenter's on the Blog to keep you informed. I do not expect it to be granted by judge Alsup. It would be like pulling his own teeth. Leopards generally don't change their spots this far into the game. He has shown himself to be working an agenda not consistent with the hot air coming out of his mouth. Anyone who reads this motion that is honest about the "law" will understand that it must be granted. The test is that a reasonable trier of fact cannot convict. Now we have already passed the 12 duped jurors and know them to be unreasonable. I don't fault them they are trapped in a world of deception otherwise they wouldn't be jurors. Now on the other hand Mr. Alsup is not so duped. He is calculated, trained, and deliberate. Watch how a man with all this knowledge suddenly becomes as incompetent as this jury to be reasonable. I love how life plays out. Frauds are always exposed in the end. Now most of you will never really understand how overwhelmingly God has prepared me for this battle and how selflessly I have served you against odds that would have destroyed every one of you. I have had special training for over 20 years to deal specifically with what I'm facing. When Mr. Alsup showed up as my nemesis or should I say "mark" on December 2, 2004 I knew where I had to be willing to go. Though I didn't honestly think I would face the assault of evil I did it still did not leave me under prepared. Disappointments are a part of battle but adapting is the key to victory. Adapting comes from training, and knowledge. Spiritual training is absolutely essential because the wickedness of a man's heart lays more traps for a man than his enemies could ever contemplate. Mr. Alsup did more to assist me in victory than I could have ever plotted with my imagination. One thing boxing taught me is that the biggest and strongest doesn't guarantee a win. If you can get the advantaged to over exert himself by abusing his power in misses or in controlled targets then time will become your friend. Fatigue will set in and then the weaknesses begin to appear. The patient fighter only enters this area of battle. It is the fight-flight reflex that tempts most to defend against overwhelming strength when you should be using their power against them. I know banking and that is why I can expose their fraud. It is why I can stand against any retard on this Blog or in a long black rope without flinching. Call it a ring generalship or presence. I know where my footing is at all times. Now when I entered the ring I had a crazed federal judge, an FBI that was at his bidding, and cut and paste prosecutors. Guns and ammo everywhere. Here's where patience pays off. The head honcho doesn't know banking as well as I do. He knows enough to know he must destroy me and stop Dorean. The minions know less than he does. Now the bankers know I know and that they don't. They have the secret to protect. That is their weakness. I have the truth and nothing to hide. This is more like endurance. The lie has might and force but no staying power. It must always be infused with new strength. They trap me in a system that won't let me go but also for every start must come to an end. The end was delayed many times but now it must come. The verdict was the beginning of the end. At this point the sides have now become fixed in their positions. Battle plans can no longer be altered. My plan included a guilty verdict and so did theirs. Now the question remains is who has the advantage if both parties want the same move made? I will bet on my training over theirs anytime. Lawyers are trained in procedure. Take them out of their element and they are worthless. Make them a judge, a politician, or a defender of your rights and they are even worse. I am trained in their procedure, banking, UCC, spirit, psychology, warfare, language, and other's. I am a 7th grade graduate and yet I handled a federal criminal trial on the fly for 15 days. How is that possible unless I have training and education outside their system? I can hear the retards now, "you lost the trial I wouldn't boast". That is easy to say but let those who read my motion talk from an educated point of view. Sometimes losing is the best win possible. I have even more ways to win outside this motion. Even losing this motion is a win. None of you understand this because you don't know what I know and when I am finished with my work and it is revealed who I am you will still have an opinion of no value.

Here's what I don't like about you retards. You talk only in the light that is most favorable to yourself. You are not honestly attempting to spend credits you don't have. Here are a couple of examples. Fruity couldn't light a match to the flames of spiritual truth I function in daily and yet she judges herself holier than me. She knows all my faults but not one of her own. Scott my long lost friend is so conflicted by his ignorance about his industry that he would spend his friendship credits with me like I owe them to him. He claims to be a brother in the Lord and yet all his comments are faithless reflections of what his eyes see. How clever is that? Yes you look wise to yourself and the ignorant but what will you say when I have completed my task of defending my clients against every brain fart out there? Leader you recently appear as though you can be a judge of my actions and Scott's but you fail to mention that you are dating Evil-Ex. Your comments might be just a little conflicted, ya think? What has God told you? What kind of faith does a man practice in the Lord using e-harmony to find a spouse? What kind of Evil-ex goes onto e-harmony while her husband goes to jail? Don't question our faith until you have walked it. I don't want you to think I am being harsh, I am just being honest. If you and Evil are to be an item I hope it is in the Lord. One thing though that I have learned in the faith is that faith doesn't just show up one day but is a collective of many faith choices over time. Was your ex a bad choice of yours or a bad choice of hers? Should I judge you by the actions of one not faithful in the Lord? Should you judge Scott by one maybe of the same caliber as your ex? I know that the sins are nothing alike but perhaps the unfaithful spirit is? I won't judge but I think there are a lot of areas in your current standing that need examination from a spiritual standpoint before you read the palms, tea leaves, or tarot cards of men you don't really know. Beanhead you claim to know the law and yet never do you confirm the law before it transpires. You're an "I told you so commentator" after a matter is settled. Most of the time you think it settled it really isn't. You're not honest when looking at the banking contract or the mortgage industry. To hear you tell it the news media got it right, the consumers caused the current mortgage crisis. The policy is disclose, disclose, disclose and yet brokers are going to jail, banks are merging, failing. GSE's are reeling and in all this the consumer was the all powerful. Give me a break! That dishonesty is what makes you a retard. Neo you have changed a little for the better in that you have recognized that Christ might be substantive and your arguments are not. Still though you are not honest because you are looking-for every word I write to hang me with while you forget your lips have been moving in conflicted patterns. It was ok for you to BK because of the swindler. Would you turn gay if your wife did? I'm not picking on you for the BK but don't pretend to be more righteous than me. You're a sinner like me and everyone else on here who thinks God needs their opinion to keep His ledger of naught and nice. Talk about your faith, the facts, or the battle to be a man of God in this world. Help someone with your words instead of being a blowhard in a forum were you can collect the kudos of retards. Big deal, what have you gained? I'm starting to think you're a better man than that. Show me what you got of substance! If I have forgotten any of you don't worry it was intentional. Now for the rest of you wonderful faithers out there who are not so easily deceived let me again thank you. You are part of the joy of my difficult journey. I assure you that things are well and those who have read my motion will confirm this also. Be of good cheer because Christ is destroying our enemies while they think they are winning.

Intent (November 26, 2007)

There has been a lot of discussion about my intent with Dorean and now a court has formed an opinion concerning it. Perhaps I can clarify it for some of you. Dorean means "sovereign freedom and gift" which is consistent with what I want to offer the clients. Dorean was designed to aggressively offend the powers that be to force a battle of wits for dominance. They have power and a lie; I have Christ and the truth. It is an ancient and epic battle repeated countless times throughout history. First one must look at the transaction. The bankers which will always be the ultimate ledger a loan is settled upon even if a mortgage company is the contractor. The warehouse line of credit given to a mortgage broker is not their ledger but the banks. Banks within the current fiat reserve system create money at the time of lending. Is this criminal? I don't care! It was not my issue. Do they lend was my question. If the promissory note is deposited upon the ledger as the asset that funds the liability instrument used to fund the real-estate transaction how did the alleged lender put up any consideration to obtain a creditor's rights? Going back into the mortgage industry on a refinance does not make me greedy or a criminal. It makes me prudent. If that is the way the transactions goes then my knowledge of entering the marketplace again is not fraudulent because I know that the promissory note completely funds the transaction and there is an even quid pro quo exchange to the mutual benefit of both parties. No injured party, no risk, no advantage for either party. The banks are not ripped off. If they choose to issue fraudulent contracts that misstate the transaction that is on them. I cannot be certain until the transaction is examined by the books and records. Even though I have the advantage of procedural knowledge I do not have knowledge of the operations concerning this particular transaction. If the borrower's note funded the transaction it is not a creditor relationship and must therefore fall into a fiduciary or agency relationship. This relationship has a duty to speak absolutely. If they do not tacit, procuration is a valid performance with its inherent obligations. Dorean formed its contracts around these principals of law. Sure there was an expectation of conflict. Why wouldn't there be. We were the first to take the banks own procedures and tactics and return them to them with force and effect.

Mortgage Alternatives collected nearly 10x the money we did without one act of performance and went out of business after 4 years without a whimper of interest from the government. Why because they were no threat to the status quo. They did nothing to offend the most powerful cartel. Was Dorean a Christian company? No, but its founders love the Lord with all their heart. Any of you who know the Lord know He will not let you serve Him and serve mammon. All your accusations of my greed are foolish and improbable. Leader suggested that I am diligent in my fight as a man of faith but because of the injuries around me I must be errant. How do you come up with this crap? When was your last faith battle? Were you able to exit at your own choosing? Were you able to control the events? Did people misunderstand what God was having you do having not heard the call you heard? Fighting for God and fighting for Country are not similar. God dispossess you of any allegiances including wives and children to serve in His army. The United States promotes the patriotic allegiances of Country, family, friends, freedom, and way of life. My wife has been a faithful champion of faith right by my side and sacrifices her husband to the call of God like a real soldier of faith. I do not discard her but embrace her with an honor greater than a husband. I live and fight to justify her faith and to give her the reward of trusting the Lord. Scott does the same for his kids. God has done an amazing work there in that now his kids truly look to their father as a champion of the faith they are starting to embrace with diligence. If you are a true brother in Christ and want to really understand my motivations in the spirit I will invest in your spirit by offering you a copy of my book. Somehow get a copy of your address to me or my father and I will mail it to you. Some have read the drafts and can comment as to my personal commitment to my faith. It is not a fleeting platitude to impress those around me. I personally don't care who I offend by my obedience. If a brother I will work it out with him, but that takes some effort on both parties. I make that effort to you "leader" what will you do with it? Dorean didn't go as smoothly as I would have liked because people I thought I could count on lacked the substance I thought they possessed and the opposition was far more severe then I had imagined. That still didn't scare me because I have always had an ace up my sleeve that these villains can never foresee. My faith is their biggest stumbling block because the self preservation of a man's heart is what their system was designed to take advantage of. They have no psychological or tactical remedy to persuade one dead to this world. None of their promises motivate.

Scott let me ask you for a little spiritual common sense. If you knew me to be genuine, and you knew yourself that way, and you now have an established walk with the Lord, how is it that you can imagine for me what you know to be impossible for yourself? The Lord never diminished your genuineness but only increased it better than you could. Do you think the Lord that anemic on the west coast? Now the only thing you seem to question me on is not my faith but my financial knowledge because you are the informed mortgage broker. Can your industry justify the condemnation of a brother more than Christ could? If your industry is so pristine why is it the lead in one of the worst credit crisis's in your lifetime? That was the moral uprightness you trust over spiritual common sense in Christ? I know I am mouthy and bold about certain subjects and I stand up to retards but if you've walked even a mile in the faith you will know that I speak the truth. If you think I am a liar then you must be one of those sweet by and by Christians where everything is wonderful because good things only happen to good people. I don't suspect you as that much an imitation. Christ is not begging for converts and if my blowhard son wants to be his own god the real God will let him. I do not preach to him or care if he listens to me or you. I care only that he has a call on his life and God hears my prayers. I don't think my God is a wimp ringing His hands with concern over how to get my boy through the muck and mire of the devil and his intentions to the truth of Christ. I happen to believe the prayers of the righteous avails much. Don't misinterpret by my words. If you think you can read my heart try reading yours. Impress yourself and clean up your heart. The messiah complex is retarded don't grovel below yourself. I make my boast in the Lord and give my life as a living sacrifice to Him. That is the right standing of a man. I live under submission and take orders. Those who are their own boss are the messiahs on this Blog. You don't hear me complaining about the path Christ has taken me. Even if I get destroyed I have the joy of knowing I was obedient. If you think this delusional try keeping your delusion through the threat of death and suffering. Delusional people don't get a pass from a multi-degreed psyche and maintain coherent Blogs like this one. Pretend is something I don't do. I don't pretend we have a legal system when we don't. I don't pretend there was a loan when there wasn't. I don't pretend to be about trustee business at the expense of myself when I am not. I don't pretend to be the messiah when I am His servant. I don't pretend to be humble when I have no cause to be. I don't pretend to be proud when I have no cause to be. I don't pretend that Christ doesn't motivate my decisions because retards don't understand it. I know people who have known me the 30 years you have been absent that represent me completely differently than you do. I think I will trust them and their knowledge over your guessing. I would think you could guess better with the sense you have. How many times did David appear to be at the end of his road of faith? Don't count me out just because a jury entered a verdict. I might just have them right were I want them, starting to feel confident. Have you pierced the lies in your life? Maybe if I prevail, I might be able as a friend to show you how many lies you believe.

Thanksgiving (November 22, 2007)

This is my favorite holiday and has always been since I discovered the Lord as the object of my gratitude. Many would think that in prison being held for non-existent crimes I would not be able to find the joy of gratitude. The world may never understand the joy of God's presence. It is not hindered by any location or circumstance. What's unique about this day is that I awoke with such an awe of God's provision. I'm convicted by a corrupt judge, a lackey government crew of yes-men, held by a bunch of mindless dupes all believing soon they'll be putting me away for 30 years. Oh how the wicked are confident in their wicked little plans until one righteous appears. Christ had different plans and who can annul or thwart them? One thing this journey solidified experientially for me was that wicked men fall prey to their own traps because they are wicked. Only one blessed with a power outside our corrupted nature and the evil system of this world see the pitfalls before falling headlong into them. God could count on wicked people to be so zealous in their evil that they would request His crucifixion and embrace the murderer Barrabas. It was this bloodlust that was their own demise. The same happened in this case. If they were more cautious and not lost in their bloodlust they would have faired much better. One willing to absorb evil can use that energy to craft a victory. God is the master of this technique. I am not the master but by faith I was guided into a brilliant plan to deliver all you clients to your promise. You can't imagine what was involved to prevail upon these crooks with all their resources. Someday your jaws will drop with awe when I tell you and God should be revered. I know that I have been ridiculed for my confidence but this was my expectation of God from the beginning. It is a pattern throughout the scriptures. As I walked and talked with the Lord I just giggled at His cleverness. The guilty verdict was the best thing that could of happened to me and my enemies are just about to learn the reasons why. Funny how God makes the goals of the wicked the very tool of your deliverance. The cross is the perfect example. I am still holding out for a little greater victory. You might say that I am at the table in my enemies camp and there are still some morsels to retrieve. I want the table bare upon my exit. Now I have little control over this but I do have faith, prayer, knowledge, and opportunity. I think I can count on the wickedness of my enemies which is the only thing I still need. You just never know though when a man will turn from his folly. I hope this special day was not lost on you as one not filled with gratitude. God was very much about your business. The suffering has increased here near the end but that is also typical in scripture. I encourage all of you to go to the throne-room of our God and enjoy His presence. You might just come away joyous about your trials. I tell you factually that this is my last thanksgiving behind bars and that had a special joy to it. I know what is going on and will share it with a couple of people that can make their own conclusions but things are definitely going our way. I know it doesn't look like it from where you are sitting but like a trial, opinions are only formed by controlled exposure to the evidence. Beanhead might be able to inform you of the fatal flaws that can overturn a verdict. We will see how smart he is. I have said before going towards God appears risky and a 30 year sentence is risky but it was also the safe path to deliverance. I wrote about this in my book in great detail. I think most of you will enjoy the journey of faith I had to take. Since we all benefit it should enhance your personal relevance to the journey. Thank the Lord, one and all for He is a good God, a friend to sinners, and a rewarder of those who diligently seek Him. Be of good cheer for your redemption is running towards you rapidly. Thank you for all your prayers and support, I'm certain this victory rest upon your knees as much as it did upon my shoulders. I love you all and thank God I had the opportunity to present the truth on your behalf to a stubborn generation. I ask that you remain in diligent prayer for us.

Nuts (November 21, 2007)

As I have come to the fuller understanding of the governments’ strategy to deal with us it’s become clear that they have devised a scheme to neuter us. They have had a trial completely absent the relevant facts, and in doing so had to constructively amend the indictment. This along with other errors during the trial gives us a clear path to acquittal at the appeals level but ultimately gives them an interesting victory. The appeals court will reverse on the technicality and create no law on the subject matter. There is no adjudication only procedure. In essence they get to exhaust us of time and resources without any liability to them or the law. I have to respect them for their knowledge of their weaponry. The evil it takes though to foster a plan like this upon the accused and even more so the defrauded borrowers is what make these men so cheap and unrespectable. I thank the Lord that His plan has a remedy for this plan. Some of you may think that I am nuts but are absent any proof. What I do have is nuts and castration is not a plan that I am willing to agree to. What is funny about the faith of Christ is that it is mostly courage and (nuts) to challenge the status quo of evil around you. It is the very nuts that they are attempting to remove that exposes their plans to castrate. If I had emasculated myself I would have never been able to pass through the gauntlet that revealed the neutering plan of my enemy. I would have assisted in their goal instead of resisted. I am hopeful that most of you will continue to pray as we arrive at the moment in history that will bring revelation. In a fictional drama that intentionally twists the facts into an inference not intended and deceptive, the truth is easily lost if not anchored to one outside the drama and that being Christ. Why am I ridiculed for my faith by even the good people of this Blog? Where have I erred in my faith that fault can be found? My exegesis of the scriptures is sound. My facts are not even deceptive. In the trial not one banker came forward to support their claim of a loss. In the end the prosecution had to come up with an alternate damage of "honest services" to even keep the trial on track. This of course happened with lots of help from the bench. Mr. Alsup is a better coach than he is a judge. Sentencing requires a different standard of proof for damages than a trial on a fraudulent scheme or device. The probation department, the prosecution and the judge' are all going to allege millions of loss but have no record or party to verify it. Funny how it still comes down to a verification of the debt. The simple question has now run through reams of laws to avoid the simple answer displayed in the books and records. How is it that you righteous here can use the double standard on your marks like myself in saying if I have nothing to hide why not answer the question, but with the alleged lenders you say they have no duty to speak? If they have nothing to hide why not show the books and records. Look everybody knows except for those paid not to that the bank creates the money of account out of the deposit of the promise to pay of the alleged borrower. Even if you think this wacky you can find it from the creation of Federal Reserve Notes to every loan transaction. Money of account (checkbook money) is what most of us use in this economy. I don't care if it is money in the legal sense or not. It functions like money when it is needed to and that is all that matters. There is no special monopolized license that gives one party unequal protection under the law. That is against public policy. If they deposit the promissory note I'm not going to say it is not money and has no value because to me it is just an evidence of an obligation to pay at a future date. These arguments are stupid because they dismiss the facts for the way I imagine things should be. A deposit if used to fund the liability instrument that funded the real estate transaction is a loan to the bank as a matter of fact if it is not the banker’s money. If it is the borrowers then the transaction completely changes its nature. Only in wonderland can a jabberwocky like this appear as a secured transaction.

The Trial Aftermath

The trial was a complete success. I didn't want to have it because it was irrelevant to how I plan to settle this case. It became necessary when Judge Alsup and I jousted for superiority at commerce after I asked the jury to enter a guilty verdict. I was forced into the trial by the necessity of prevailing in control. Now I preferred the guilty verdict in the spirit for more reasons than I can inform you of. In the flesh I am a man that wanted to get home to my wife and to end the suffering. An acquittal was a temporary relief to my flesh but at the expense of too much victory to really desire it. If I had gotten it though some of the clients would be in the position of our critics making a boast I would have been crying about how much effort and years it will take me to band-aid this shallow victory into what I desire for you clients. Now the victory is set at the mark necessary and substantive. The jury can never be your hope and if you fall into that lie you are through already.

The trial we had was great and we did a fantastic job. When the transcripts become available most of you will see that we overwhelmed the prosecution. I know they are grandstanding now but a circus chimp could have won that trial with the help received from the bench. Alsup was a pro about his business of putting down Dorean an important personal goal for him. The one thing he didn't count on is us knowing the subject matter better than even him. He would say things like never in the history of the universe can you come up with such a conclusion. In his little universe which has no economic reality within it I can see his problem but I don't live there. What clinched the conviction was his jury instructions and I think the most problematic one was posted on here. With that instruction every jury but total dolts would be forced to come back with a guilty verdict. I thank the judge even though I had to object for strategic reasons for being the man I expected him to be. I could not come to the victory intended without him being himself. Prosecutors are also predictable. They didn't understand the subject matter and because of that made fatal errors in their victory. I can't disclose these yet but will after I have informed them strategically. Let them sip their champagne for awhile until they have to swallow their mistakes. Now back to the trial. The focus was on clients more than banks. Banks were left out completely from any relevant stand point. No banker came within a 100 miles of this trial or the witness stand. Nothing but document custodians appeared. There was one from Farmer's State Bank in Montana that really represented the substance of them all. She didn't know the difference between a maker and a holder. This is the party explaining to you your rights in the mortgage contract. Most of you are smarter than these people and yet like lemmings you'll listen to them. We even had a Vice President of 23 years say his bank shreds the original promissory note. 23 years and he is stupid enough to think he doesn't shred his interest with the shredding of the note. Walker Todd was the smartest guy there and probably the only relevant witness. He took the party line which I don't blame him for. Dr. Bates came with much appreciation but was kept in a box procedurally that minimized his effectiveness. If it wasn't for the jury instructions I think we would have won the trial hands down. The criminal intent element that had to be proved was coddled very easily when the jury was told that all the actions, paperwork, and law relied upon is criminal. Soon you guys are going to thank me for my willingness to forge past all the flatulence of these blowhards.

Now the contempt charges were dropped and perhaps I was too eager to point out their error before it went to jury because I'm certain they would have found me guilty of those charges also. I made the mistake of telling them they didn't prove contempt but the judge said denied, going to jury. Then again I said in his jury instruction that he was mentioning evidence that had not been admitted. Well I guess that was enough and the prosecution dismissed with prejudice the next day. That just goes to show you how prejudiced this judge is. In fact I think his middle name might just be "denied." Really I don't have contempt for him as a jurist. I actually think of him as rather smart. It is his criminal heart I have contempt for. He uses all his cleverness for evil. I can't respect a man that doesn't respect himself. He sells himself cheap to the whores of this world. Nothing he could do to me would change my opinion. Only making the change of accepting the offer of Christ "follow Me" could make a change to a respectable man. The trial lasted 15 days which was plenty to perfect the record. 12 days for the prosecution and 3 for defense. There were a few witnesses at various stages and most will tell you that we far out performed the prosecution. I say this in that you people fear mere shadows. Mr. Hall is one of the best in San Francisco and we know Alsup is the mechanic of the Northern District, and yet they can be beaten. I know these words appear delusional by one convicted but I have never been delusional and I have a psyche test from many degreed professionals to say otherwise. Why then would I say these words? This is something only the studied and the faithful can know the answer to.

To the rest of you confusion is my gift to you. We have to get ready for the sentencing and for appeals all by March 18th. This is our last date and was moved out because of the complexity of our case. All four of us will be there that day and I'm suspecting an important spiritual significance to this though I don't know all the reasons why this is important yet. I will keep the Blogs going though they will not be as frequent. I have a few deadlines to meet and only Scott and I to do the work. Mostly, I will encourage you to see what can't be seen and to know what will be in the bewilderment of circumstance. I can tell you I have never been more certain of my joy and expectation of victory. Not just any victory but the one I've imagined for over 3 years now. I have by God's help overcome mountain ranges I had not seen. Some taller and more steep than I thought possible, and yet my trek continues to peace, and goodness. In the end it will be sweeter than honey.

A Sign, Wisdom, and Reality (November 18, 2007)

Now that the verdict has been entered and the simpletons have danced the jig saluting their brilliance I'm certain an examination of my words is happening from both sides. It has been said that the Jews seek a sign, and that the Greeks look to wisdom, but God is seeking faith. Go over my words and see if you can find fault. See if there are signs, wisdom, or things that can be opposites. That does not solve your perplexity. You have heard me talk of deadlines that have come and gone and now you want to use that as evidence that the victory is false? Let me explain the walk of faith a man must journey. God tells you that you must cross those mountains before you because on the other side I will bring you to a valley of peace and goodness. You know the trip will be difficult and that the promise is true so you choose in faith to head towards the mountain range. At first glance and with calculations of speed and geography a man says these mountains will be upon me at this time. As he approaches the mountains and is excited by his eminent reach to the pinnacle he arrives at the top of the mountain to discover unseen ranges still ahead of him. Faith got him to the mountain top not a sign or wisdom. At the top the faith that got him there inspires him to finish the course he started even though it is longer than his eyes had envisioned. Don't look to my words as the gospel I am just a man faithing. Look to the Lord and confirm with Him if my faith is justified. Do you want to look to these retards on here for their wisdom? Where is their faith? God is looking for faith not words. Examine my faith and see if you find fault. If you do not let it inspire your faith and let us walk the walk together. You see God deliberately confounds the wise with the foolishness of Christ and refuses to give any sign except Himself. He has already proven He disguises victory in defeat. There are too many examples in the bible for me to reiterate. The scriptures are replete with these examples and if you can't find them you are lazy.

I have told you all along I don't need a client's understanding, a juror's understanding, or the press. All I need is my special training that none of you could afford if I charged you its going rate. I have had to protect every one of you from your ignorance and I can say not one of you are exempted from this statement. God equips those whom He calls and faith would recognize that though wisdom would miss it. Others looking for a sign also would miss it. You now know this beyond a shadow of doubt that I would risk my life for the truth. Silly platitudes about drinking kool-aid won't change the evidence. I never took a lawyer, stood on my own face to face with the villain. No client's were there except to volunteer to their own worst interest. No champions were there for me to rely on. No bankers were there to prove me wrong. I stood under the threat of 30 years and am now convicted to finish what I started. For what? Your thousand dollars! Can you really believe that? I have a genius level IQ and experience with a fraud prosecution and resources of knowledge most people don't possess and you think I would sit around and face off with this bully to prove what? If I was the crook convenient to the simpleton mind on here I would have raised my prices, pushed harder for the refinances, not used a trust, not trickled into the market and would have done a mad dash of fraud and a mad dash exit to luxury and no one would have been able to stop me or catch me. I chose on December 2, 2004 when judge Alsup posed his challenge to come to battle for the whole enchilada. One of us was going to be the carpet for the other. He was going to bet that he and all his soldiers were going to make his Humpty-Dumpty plans come together in the end, and I was going to bet they couldn't. Now most of you think he has won and I ask you where your faith is. Stop trusting in your wisdom it will make you look like a fool. Find the faith of Christ and see past the wonderland projection before you. Isn't that what Christians do?

This world, this system, and the devil are all a lie and through Christ we can see past it all to reality, to truth. Now to those of you who are prayers and faithers with me I still call on you to faith. Don't even waste your time on praying according to your understanding. None of you understand the legal system like I do and can't imagine why I see victory approaching when it looks like defeat has already arrived. Pray for all our faith to be strengthened and for God to prove Himself upon the reluctant. Let us all make our boast in Him. Study the word, study the mortgage industry, study banking as it is today, and study the human spirit including your own. That is wisdom when applied through faith that can net you some understanding. Fear not for me, I am excited. I wanted the guilty verdict because I want the ultimate victory. Judge Bean Head is right about one thing when he says that certain things have been adjudicated already. If I don't go beyond the fraud that obtained those judgments I will be subject to them. I know the fraud, and I know the remedy. That understanding is kid's play and I have always been about a very sophisticated plan. All my mentors are dead now and I stand alone as the one with the knowledge. I look to no one who understands what I am doing though many have some understanding. I am a trustee, a professional trustee, a committed trustee, and one who knows your business better than you'll ever know it even if you sit under my teaching for years. So in the end if you think I am finished enjoy the thought for a little while. If you think I'm not and are still concerned, pray. If you know through faith where I’m going, then start dancing and praising the Lord for His deliverance is thorough and joyous.

Deliberation (November 9, 2007)

By the time this post the jury will be in deliberation. We have completed the trial we did not prepare for because of what we wanted to do. Though God surprised us, He also equipped us to put on a good trial. Make no mistake about the environment we were in. Judge Alsup was a commercial lawyer with a top San Francisco firm that had mostly bank clients. He has a good friend named Barry Hovis who was the bank lawyer for World Savings in the Frances Kenny case. Mr. Hovis said the internet was true and that we were scam artists. Judge Alsup took his cue and slammed Thomas Speilbauer. I was there for that hearing on December 2, 2004. It was at that time I knew that my enemy had appeared and that we were going to have to slay the giant to prevail in the marketplace. With God all things are possible. We never had a chance at a fair trial and Judge Alsup was the mechanic to guarantee that. From that moment on the government was free to do a cut and paste investigation because they already had a federal judge blessing their conclusions. What he didn't plan on were two men of faith trust in God to defeat the best under impossible odds. Even under these circumstances I think we have a small chance of winning this trial. It was nothing about our process or if the banks actually lent money. The judge legislated from the bench that the banks are lenders because they say they are. He is not stupid, he is the best judge money can buy. What I need to explain to you now even at the risk of a hung jury and a retrial is that there is a very specific reason why I prefer a guilty verdict. The trial is a fiction, a drama, only designed through rhetoric to form an opinion. Opinions mean nothing until they are confirmed with truth. Most people will leave the courtroom and do their own research and modify their opinion of the real facts that were never presented to them. As a Christian man, one is trained to pierce through all the rhetoric of this world and to form an opinion of real truth.

The one real truth I tired to teach my clients and visitors here on the Blog is what I know with an absolute certainty that there is no law in this country. Law is an agreement between the parties based on knowledgeable informed consent. it can only be formed to protect equity, or property rights. Property is something that Americans don't have. They have the serf privilege of a lease hold but never ownership. Secondly in a debt based economy there can be no equity on the negative side of the ledger. What we call money is debt, or a promise to pay. A promise is not the property to fulfill the promise. Therefore this court and all courts are relegated to mere debt collection forums for the lender of credit. They are commercial paper or commercial judgment mills that take the promised labor of their victims and hypothecate it through implied penumbra contracts. When I asked the Jury to enter a guilty verdict for us at the beginning of this trial, it was so I could get to the offer of commerce and hold my contract rights to my possession and not have them traded, sold, or bargained. That would be the end of the banking business. In this way I don't prove how banking is done in a rhetorical court that already knows and has decreed no one else to know, but rather I prove by the court that all my banking understanding is the truth. I don't know if I'll get that opportunity because the trial went really well. I will ask the Jury one last time to enter a guilty verdict but after explaining to them why, I'm not certain they will. Now my enemies know what I am thinking and they all must think I'm crazy but it is their lazy lemming minds that are the problem not mine. They have to continue to believe that the wizard is real because of all the wonders they see. I know how the wizard bedazzles the fools and cannot live in fiction. Talking tea cups (lawyers) and the mad hatter (Alsup) are only relevant in wonderland, but I'm not Alice.

I so wish the clients would not have been such suckers and studied until the fire rose in their bellies to defend their property. Instead they let the government that created the damages point the finger at the only friend they truly have in the banking arena. I'm not afraid of Alsup cheating or going pirate at that moment of commerce because I truly believe I was called for this moment in history and was specifically trained by the Lord to deal with the wickedness before me. Judge Alsup must know what I'm up to because he worked very hard not to allow me control of the contracting process. Once the verdict of guilty comes from a Jury though, he must go to that place he has tried to avoid and he cannot force me now to enter an offer of guilty as an agreement but must make the offer based upon his agents the Jury. If I make the offer of guilty, all he has to do is accept and I am toast. If he makes the offer of guilty, all I have to do is refuse and he is toast. The plea deals we accepted allowed us by writing to accept guilty and to make the offer to him without the liability and that is why they were all refused. In a world of law a contract is binding, but in commerce more than the expressed terms are considered. It is time for the people to learn that the bloated government they fear is not worthy of such fear. They are only deceptive thieves more than cold blooded killer thugs. It would only take a small percentage of people treating them like a debt collector until they began revealing that is all they power they have. The first quarter of this next year the bankers are going to rake in one of the largest transfers of wealth from the people to their greedy little pockets and I'm convinced in the spirit that God had an alternate plan designed long ago waiting for some men of faith to show up.

Phooey on you spiritual retards on this Blog who couldn't faith out of a Sunday service. All of you would have lawyered up and thrown up the vain hope prayer while not listening to God's guidance. That is the difference between the few here who even through the loss call on the Lord to prefect them and the circumstances for His glory and not their benefit, and between the rest of you reprobate self-righteous losers who think God is judging me with His wrath while He is looking down upon you with His grace. By your own confessions you expose the filth of your souls just like judge Alsup. He exposes his wickedness by the very acts he employs. If he was the unbiased judge at law he wants others to believe him to be, he would not be involved in this case because of the conflicts and his personal bias. The very fact he is involved to make sure his crimes are covered is evidence of his soul's standing. We gave him offers of Christ and righteousness and they were all refused. I did not make that offer to protect me from his trap but to protect him from his own trap. Wicked men always fall prey to their own devices as a matter of course in their existence. I can tell that by the amount of faith I had to exercise how high Alsup has worked himself into in the courses of the devil. His roots are deep and his eyes are lost to darkness. Not even the brightness of the Lord's countenance could be seen from the place he dwells. You think I should fear such a fool? You don't know the Lord if you think these men are powerful. God uses men like Scott and I and like you if you'll faith to clean up this world from these villains. Now there is nothing left but to see the work of the Lord and to learn of His brilliance. The plan was not to bring me before the giant of the Northern District to lose, but to prevail because he was the giant of evil and God had enough. Things are going to change. Someone has to die (figuratively) like when the three were thrown into the fiery furnace. They were tossed in but those who did the tossing got destroyed not the three. They got to dance with the Lord in their peril. Soon even the king had to recognize that their God was the real God. That is the end all of all the trials we face. At the end everyone must confess in honest that our God is the real God. It is what made Dorean different than a mortgage elimination company. Dorean was a prop in the eternal battle between God and His enemies about His standing and glory. I will not use my life and the comforts of this world to deny Him a chance to show off His greatness. In all, Lord be gloried and make my life a boast of You.

The Verdict (November 15, 2007)

The jury deliberated for only 6 hours before it returned a guilty verdict. I know this will be the great debate on this Blog and in the news. I know whether friend or foe that this trial was the hope for validation. As you know from me it never was for me. I have tried to explain to you the best I could under the warfare environment that my hope was never in wonderland. On December 2, 2004 after my first meeting with Alsup I understood that this was his plan for me. I did not run but began to plan for its possibility and to protect all the trusts from the mad hatter. Where I differ from most of you and why I think I am a good Trustee is that I chose not to believe the dictates of wonderland as realty. To impose reality upon wonderland I must be willing to take my life to the ultimate reality of destruction. The field of play becomes clear that the wonderland champion Alsup and Dorean's champions Scott and I arrive at that moment of history where one truth will perish. It appears to be a settle matter to most of you as of the 14th, but that was just the beginning of the end. If banking is a debt based economic realty then some of the things we think of as reality are not. This parallel universe or alternate dimension will always have argument from the polarized opinions.

The jury was a controlled tool that was limited to a portion of the facts and steered to this decision by jury instructions given by Alsup. When he instructs them that all our actions and good faith defenses are criminal it was not hard for them to deliver what he wanted. This was the consummation of his plan from way back. What will be the consummation of God's plan is all that matters. It is so very easy for men to dictate God's actions according to their will but very few will give their lives over to trusting Him. I am willing to die for the truth and to give up all the joys of this life for eternity. The placaters of this world will always vilify the man of faith. How can anyone expect anything else? This world crucified the Son of God. How smart was that? Some of you have shown yourselves to truly know the Lord. To you I say that I am delighted by the faith opportunity before me. If I prevail every liar will be silenced and even the fools will be delivered. This was always the plan from December 2, 2004 until now. The path has been interesting and much of it confused me but now it all makes sense. Pray that our faith fail not. Don't doubt in the dark the truth you learned in the night. Many will say I have a messiah complex because I weep or am willing to suffer. My answer is that I have a complex messiah that is beyond figuring out while my accusers have a God of their own creation they call Christ to deceive themselves. He is not complex but a Christ as shallow as the creator. February 5, 2008 is sentencing. I expect no sugar out of Alsup so less than 30 years will probably not be the offer. He thinks I'm a crook and I think he's a fraud so friendship was never an option. Pray to God those who know Him and He will give you the peace I have in His plan. Finally God will be proved true and every man proved the liar. Keep talking for soon you may have to eat your words. I'm the easy target but I may not be the dupe you suspect. See you at the finish line.

The Middle of the End (November 3, 2007)

The prosecution has rested on Thursday the 1st and we are now poised to begin our defense. This trial that I did not prepare for has been exhausting to manage on the fly but with God's help we are doing really well. I think we finished with a 90% chance of being convicted before we speak and that is pretty good. They have shot for a very certain target which is not where we reside. If I can only convince 12 people who know less about banking than my gullible uneducated clients that our intention was as a whistle blowing consumer advocacy then the tides will turn. The clients that came in are easily overcome and so are the bankers so the closing point is the credibility of Scott and Me. We were going to have a CPA testify but that was quashed by efforts of the prosecution which left me in a lurch with no outside credibility to our understanding of banking. Walker Todd was helpful in his first testimony though he is still tethered to the company line; He is being recalled and will testify on Monday the fifth. Hopefully I can elicit some better talking points especially if I am denied any expert testimony. Perhaps the loss of the CPA will net me a banker. The parties are willing but because of the short notice and the court's opposition to the truth there may be some hurdles to overcome. At the close of the government’s case a rule 29 motion for acquittal is optioned to the defense. I have prepared one without expectation but do believe it fully states the facts to preserve appeal issues. Secondly there will be the argument over jury instructions. This is generally where the judge decrees to the jury if they are breathing in their jail clothes they are guilty. To my surprise Mr. Alsup's instructions were not that painful. Are they prejudicial, most certainly, but not insurmountable. In the end the argument over these instructions will guarantee me a reversal on appeal. Don't worry I will not be going that direction but as a tactician I must be cautious and prevail on every front. I owe that as part of my duty. If you guys could only imagine what training it has taken me to prevail upon this court in a battle this severe with all the political ramifications you would be embarrassed that you thought of me so cheaply. I'm amazed at what surfaces within me at the time I need it and it is always there. Like Mordecai stated to Esther, "Perhaps you are called for such a time as this". It seems to make sense. Mr. Hall is one of the USA's most experienced trial lawyers and Judge Alsup is one of the benches mechanics so the deck is stacked but beating the best is what being a champion is all about. The enemy will not fear you if you beat their retards but if you beat their champion they have learned of your true strength.

By the time this post the jury can be in deliberation. History is here and what will she make of the men who have arrived to meet her. With God as my friend I am comforted through all my fears. Just a little note to all of you who are convinced they know me. You don't! Your advice is foolish to me and your opinion is irrelevant. Is there anyone out there who is humble enough to pray for me and tell me what the Lord wants me to hear or must I tolerate the flatulence of the self righteous to infinitum? My son does a drive-by and I should jump out of my skin. Those kids had access to me without difficulty for years and never once picked up the phone or wrote one letter unless I paid for it in advance. I've got kids that love me and I enjoy. Complain all they want about dented cans you've never seen, I've got dented kids I've never seen. If your mother is as great a woman as you say why did you show yourself to be such an ass on my Blog? Scott, yes I want to renew our friendship one day but must I tolerate your ignorance every time you appear on this Blog with a display of kindness and then an insult? You don't know me or 30 years of my history so how are you qualified to comment? What factual basis to you possess? Why is it so difficult for you to say I wish you well and hope to see you again someday? Don't preach to a kid who could care less about the Lord, as his father I can assure you that I have spent much quality time in prayer for his soul, far more than your cursory concern. I will manage that little brat according to the wisdom of God and not the opinion of men. Everyone one wants to give away the treasures of heaven to every fool seeking trinkets. Christ is the most valuable commodity in all creation and you want to give it away cheap to a kid who isn't seeking it. Who told you and fruity to do such a thing? It was not God because that is not consistent with His word. Look I don't know anything about you and nor do I have a Blog to even study your thoughts. I recall you as a genuine friend and sincere personality and I don't think the world would have changed you that much. If you have been a Christian for twenty years I suspect the Lord would only enhance these qualities and not diminish them. Don't go outside yourself to impress anyone on this Blog or to impress me. You would impress me more if you kept your comment to your understanding of the mortgage industry, friendship, the Lord, or how you relate to the world. I bet you understand your thought 100% better than you understand mine. I have studied my subject matter for over 25 years and it will be a long time before you will come close to comprehending the decisions I make. If we hook up again I will give you the opportunity but from a distance I promise you that you'll never know. For those of you who want to pray for the spiritual welfare of my children I thank you. Do not coddle the little rebel. Let him come on here and blast his father all he wants I'm thick skinned. He is in a long line of haters. He is in a short line of children but first he must get out of the other line. I don't expect this anytime soon and contrite platitudes will not make it come any faster. I have many wonderful things to tell him-when he shuts his mouth and opens his ears.

What's Happening In Your Trial

By the time this post we will probably be at the end of the prosecution's case. After they rest we will have to present our defense. This won't be a long drawn out process maybe a day or two. As I've stated before I am in a strange position attempting to win a trial I would rather lose. Just that intimate revelation of Christ's behavior on the cross was worth the exercise of going through this trial. If that was all it was for I appreciate God changing directions on me and taking me to a place I didn't think I was going. God always has a back story going on in our lives where greater things are happening than we can imagine. There are countless characters in the scriptures where we get the back story but they didn't have it at that time. Like them we see through a glass dimly but if we will trust the Lord the back story will appear in our hindsight. Now the reason I would rather lose this trial is because I am not dissuaded by the lies and propaganda that has wiped out most of my clients. The reason we didn't want the clients involved in our business is because they would make all the errors necessary in their fears to undo the work I was doing. If the clients really knew what I know they would have all come into our trial and blasted the banks and the court for being crooked. My plans have always included this potential betrayal and violent opposition. A guilty plea in the federal system is very well protected by the judge in a way that it always has you making the offer. If you make the offer all they have to do is accept and you're off to their prisons for a rather long time generally. We have been in a constant chess match controlling this particular moment in commerce. I believe Judge Alsup understands that we have this knowledge because he keeps trying to corral us there. Each plea agreement we accepted never had a signature from one making the offer. They always wanted us to sign first. We did but in a commercially safe method. Each of these were refused. In my opening statements I asked the jury to enter a guilty plea on our behalf since we are not able to. The session was paused so that the judge and prosecution could make the offer to us on how they would accept our plea. Their offer was not acceptable so we were forced into a trial. Though this may be a free swing I still don't understand all that God is doing. The eternal treasures are appearing so I am grateful for the course change. If we are found guilty by the jury then I can go before Alsup unhindered by their goal to have me make the offer and await the offer they must now make as part of their usage and customs of trade. If we are acquitted that can be a victory I suppose but at a high price. The other options are a hung jury, mistrial, or a dismissal for various reasons. The political solution, the embarrassment solution, the get rid of the record solution, and who knows how many other dynamics are in the background. I ask you to trust in the Lord I'm trusting in and our enemies will be handed over to us. This device of a trial and criminal prosecution is our remedy and it became the fastest remedy available under the circumstances that availed themselves when we were running Dorean. Many of you have complained to God who is answering your prayers more thoroughly than you can imagine. Know this one thing and take comfort; the trial which is coming to an end is the beginning of your victory no matter the verdict.

My Share In The Cross

October 24, 2007 was my 7th day of trial and it started with a client named Larry Stepp who was eager to blast me. Larry is one of those self-righteous Christian types who gets his limited understandings of right and wrong confused with divine guidance. These are the very ones who will kill the Lord and think they are doing God a favor. As I went up to question, known as cross examination, Larry greeted me with "You didn't dress up for me I dressed up for you?" I was in my jail clothes and have been in jail protecting this idiot's rights for more than two years now and he can't see that I did dress up for him. What was great about this experience was the eternal benefit I obtained from it. No matter what the fate of this trial I gained a treasure worth any amount of suffering. As he said these words and I understood my role of attempting to save him from his ignorance I suddenly had an intimate revelation of what Christ had done for me. He took on the flesh and in essence dressed Himself in my jail clothes so he could save me from myself. I pictured all those people before the cross spitting on Him and taunting Him, "If you be the Son of God come down off that cross." I imagined Him thinking if I come down off this cross all you ignorant bastards will die. If I stay I can save you even from yourselves. How wretched my righteousness is. Larry showed me his filth as he attacked his advocate and he showed me mine because I did the same to my Lord. That is a treasure I will keep for eternity. The net effect upon me was no matter how gracious I was before this day I suddenly found room for even more grace. This is the existence of a man trusting in the Lord. He is forever changed in a moment by the induction of truth even if previously known made intimate, personalizing it in an entirely new fashion. This is the love of God that passes all understanding and cast out all fears. Even in this trial as I walk through all my fears I get imbued with confidence and assurance that all things work together for good to those who are called according to His purpose because I have just had a presentation of a love that gives me a hope and inspires my faith to trust Him who loves me so well. My shame in his eyes was really his shame and he was offended at it. My prayer is that God will make that moment as equally eternal for Mr. Stepp. In the end we are all sinners saved by Grace through faith and that is a gift from God. Larry I offer myself as a gift to you as Christ has offered Himself as a gift to me. It is this hope that I can be as successful an advocate for your well-being and that someday you will come to love me for the sacrifices made, making the kingdom of God that much richer.

Life Lessons (October 21, 2007)

Many people run from danger which is instinctive but can also be a danger unto itself. During the course of developing the Dorean Process and examining people to assist me, I learned that most people don't know when greatness is presented to them. Their fears preclude them from ever seeing what amazing things God will do for the faither. There are a few I really wanted to deliver to greatness but when it came to that moment of decision their hearts melted within them. The one thing giants offer you in your path is that they will destroy you or give you a reputation as a champion. I don't understand how a Christian man who is guaranteed that only God can destroy you can fall for this ridiculous boast. There is that scripture that if God is for us who can be against us. Do you guys really think the small minds with the big mouths on this blog are dangerous? They could never see or understand what God was doing with Dorean because they are simpletons living in houses with foundations of fear. Already God has expanded my understanding in this course change to make me see greater victories than I had previously imagined. He is always about blessing His children.

I want to encourage you who love the Lord to lean not on your own understanding but acknowledge God as Master and He will be a lamp unto your feet. I preach to myself but also want you to follow me as I follow Christ. As a man I don't like giants but as a man hopeful in my God a giant is a resume waiting to be written. Our resume is being written by history at this very moment. A few of you will have a good testimony in God's courts. The suffering created by evil is temporary but the restoration afforded the faithful is forever. The one thing that troubled me about some of the testimony is that I have been down over two years and still these clients are on a wait and see attitude. In two years they could have slain the giant many times over if they ignored their fears and ran to the promise of the Lord with faith. We are free willed creatures able to impact our lives and destinies with our actions. When we in faith "Amen" a promise of God we can co-create with Him an entirely new future. Even now in the middle of my trial I am actively wrestling for the best possible future. I have had hundreds of coward's exits present themselves. It is those refused that have allowed me this moment in history to go beyond fiction to that place where truth is stranger still.

The blogs will be thin as I spend most of my time in trial and traveling. Your prayers are appreciated and making a difference. One example is when I stayed up all night preparing for a witness I entered the court almost too exhausted to do the job before me. God says so is your day so is your strength. That promise and your prayer caused me to prevail upon my enemy when I did not have the strength and the opportunity presented itself. In my weakness God shows Himself strong and you who love Him as faithful. I prepared for Mt. Everest but only had to climb one of the rolling hills of Dublin. May God keep me always in a state of over-preparedness. By the time this post we will have completed our second week of trial. It is my hope God has prevailed again upon our enemies. I can not tell you how this is going to end because God has me on the edge of my seat. I can tell you that victory is certain. The only question I have is what path to victory is God going to take. I know He has prepared me to be comfortable with any path He chooses. I have twice now proven to Him that I will sacrifice my life for the glory of His service. If He thinks I need to prove it again He will not be disappointed. If any of you question my commitment imagine yourselves asking a jury to enter a guilty plea when a life sentence hangs in the balance. I'm not trying to impress you I am only doing what I believe is my duty first to God and then to the beneficiaries. This may already be verified by the Qautloose reporter. If not get a hold of the transcripts.

God Surprised Me Again (October 20, 2007)

The day our trial began I had every intention of asking the jury to enter a guilty plea on our behalf. We have attempted to do this now about 15 times in this court including each plea agreement and they keep denying us our remedy. Well I did ask the jury to enter the guilty plea in our opening statements and the trial was stopped to discuss entering a guilty plea with the court. Judge Alsup made me an offer of a set of conditions I could not accept and we had to proceed to trial. God, Scott, and I had a brief conversation and His instructions were simple. "Take a free swing." Now for those of you who have God figured out you don't know Him. I am in one of the strangest situations in my life. I am taking my best shot at winning a trial I would rather lose from a tactical point of view. I can't explain all the reasons this is true because of my enemies surveillance of this site. What I can tell you is that if we get found guilty I would be happier, God knows men's hearts and all the conditions of this battlefield. I have to trust Him to guide me past my understanding. Regardless of the victory God has designed I am certain it is more thorough than my best calculations. Don't fear for us we are having a blast. It is fun having a trial shooting from the hip since we didn't prepare for it. We won the first week hands down but there are 3 more weeks at least to go. A record is being created and if we can manage to create a record of how banking is really done it will not disappear as much as they would like it to. I don't suspect that happening at the moment because Mr. Alsup is making every ruling possible to keep out that information. He is making sure none of the witnesses are qualified to talk banking including the experts. We had our first expert a Mr. Johnson who was a bank fraud specialist from the OCC. We have a bond guy named Mr. Post and perhaps Walker Todd. That is the extent of quality opinions. The rest is scared clients, employees, and government drones.

I want to say a very sincere thank you to those who have already testified Farrel LeCompte, Tim and Peggy McKay, Jeff Smith, Steven Gyman. All of you were honest. I know that all of you are hoping that I will prevail and be able to keep my promises but I am not offering this to you. We all need to rely upon the Lord whose promise that all things work together for the good to those who are called according to His purpose. I heard of your pains and I am very sorry for your suffering. My prayers are sincere for God's moment of restoration to all of you. I want to encourage you all not to fear for us or for your interest that we are defending. We are being obedient to the Lord and that is our strength.

I understand that our lady reporter is working for Quatloose. I recommend going to her site to get her facts. I will not be able to keep you as informed. Don't worry about her opinion just sift that out. I could only hope her opinion of how bad we are doing is true. Don't think I have a defeatists attitude it is quite the contrary. Unlike most of you I am not persuaded by the propaganda that make the lie appear real. I have studied my knowledge to a Gestalt and tested it to empirical certainty. That is why I take what appears to be risk to most of you. The truth of the matter is I am very conservative always betting on the sure thing. Know that you are all loved and respected. Go to the throne of heaven and find your peace and I'm certain your prayers for us will change. Be well and of good cheer your God knows you and has long since devised the plans He is executing for you this day.

Breaking The Silence - A Controlled Black Out (October 14, 2007)

I had just finished reading the scriptures and went to lie down on my rack. Before I could sleep I closed my eyes, raised my hands, and praised the Lord. The praises were sweet until I felt hands grip my wrists and jerk me up like the first pull of a tug-of-war. Before I could open my eyes to see what was going on I was flying faster than the fastest jet due east. Chicago, New York, The Atlantic, then Europe. Whatever gripped me I never knew but when it dropped me like a skydiver I wished it hadn't. Though I was falling much slower than my flight it was still at a speed deadly when stopped by the ground. This was my expectation any instant. Without knowledge of the source behind this journey or the intentions my death was all I could suspect at the time. I wasn't afraid because the God I was just praising was still the eternal hope for my soul even if my body were to perish. Suddenly my weight took on an anti-gravity lightness like a feather and my feet landed upon the ground. The sun had not yet risen but I could tell by feel I had landed in soil. In the dark I prayed fervently with every why question I could. God was silent! That non-response was the most terrifying part of my perplexing journey. The darkness was creeping into my soul with the noise of loneliness. I was craving my prison home like never before. My brain was receiving lots of input from feeling, smell, hearing, and taste but was in a frantic plea seeking input from my eyes and the spirit. The eyes were fixed shortly by the rising sun but my spirit was like a beam of light shot into the heavens finding not one target only empty space.

I could see I was in a field that was partially farmed. It was currently tilled with no crop or any structures. I would say it was an oval shaped 80 acre parcel encircled by heavy woods. Just over the trees I could see the smoke of fires that were being snuffed out and hear the activity of many peoples. To my left Roman soldiers began sifting out of the forest like sand slipping through fingers then assembling in formation. To my right were a gruff people I suspect as barbarians. None of their weapons appeared conventional though they looked deadly. I was a witness to what looked to become a very serious skirmish. Was I noticed I wondered? I didn't seem to be. Then like a whistle had blown to start a game war happened. Based on the carnage that transpired in close proximity to me it became perfectly clear I was an invisible witness. This was a good thing because I could not hold back my gasps of horror, my tears of anguish, or my screams of contempt. I saw the most horrid things. Wombs ripped open, decapitations, broiled flesh, impaling, mutilations of every kind. Handsome and comely faces contorted with evil intent or grimaced in suffering. Where was God in all this carnage? God was silent! The night soon came to what was the longest day of my life. Before the sun set I noticed that a lean-to was built behind me with a cot and bedding. I was weary unto death and that was the stench filling my lungs. It was over and it appeared that whatever they were fighting for there was no winner. For me I was still alive to recount the nightmare without rest. I prayed and prayed and I even blasted God for His negligence or apathy. No matter my words or sincerity God was silent! Finally my eyes too dry to cry another tear closed to the moans of the perishing.

The morning came and I was ready to begin the mourning but the field was empty. Perplexed again I wondered whether it was all a dream even though I was pondering this question from the very field I was supposedly dreaming about. A confused mind is not that reliable. It was the same field but different. This time their was a small farm house with smoke coming out of the chimney. I could smell something delicious was cooking. This was the first moment I realized I had not eaten. With all that was eating me I completely forgot about food. I walked to the house hoping not to be an invisible visitor but a man again noticed by others. I was hoping perhaps if men notice me God might talk to me again. As I got closer I could see two beautiful little girls dressed like dolls playing near a creek about 400 feet from the house and about 200 feet from the edge of the woods. Before I could get a clear picture of the landscape so to speak two men dashed from the tree line and kidnapped these girls. I didn't know if it was a game but it looked ominous immediately. They picked them up covered their mouths and dashed back to the forest. I followed them for about a mile until they stopped. The girls were terrified and panting with fear. I prayed to God because I had already tried in my strength to deliver these girls and was unnoticed and ineffective. "God you have to deliver these girls they are innocent, how can you let this happen?" God was silent! It became clear that these men were perverts and they began to molest and rape the little girls. I was sick with helpless grief. When they had finally finished their evil lust they strangled the life out of them and left them where they laid. I was angry. I assaulted the throne with contempt. There is no way God should have let this happen. I wanted to debate Him to challenge the way He ran this globe. If I was God for only a moment I would have prevented this evil. I could hardly imagine the anguish of the parents if they even knew what pain awaited them. I followed these men out of the forest for curiosity sake and hopes I could somehow cross the dimension divide to assist in justice. To my surprise they ran straight into a very old church. It must be older than the 12th century because the stained glass was in black and white shades before the invention of colored glass. These men came to a priest sitting at a table with some official I later discovered as a sheriff. Were these guys going to confess and turn themselves in? They shook hands and exchanged friendly greetings. They all knew each other it was clear. The priest asked if the deed was done. Just like we planed the men replied in harmony. The sheriff spoke and said that this should break the spirits of the family and they will be forced to leave. The priest said "we had tried by every method including purchase to obtain that property for the benefit of the church and those heathens would not respect God in the slightest. All they could think of was this world, this life. Now they will think of God." This thoroughly twisted my complaint to God but only made the knot tighter in my stomach. How? How? How and why? God was silent! I went back to the field and discovered the parents bereaved and inconsolable with their dead girls in their arms. I was pouring out tears unnoticed to others but very depleting to me. Most of the day had actually passed and the sun was now low in the sky. I went back to the lean-to not so much because I was tired but I had a fatigue of soul that would take any comfort as relief like a soft cot and warm bedding. I laid down wanting this nightmare to be just that and to awake with it being over. I prayed without much hope of an answer but more out of habit now. Still I desired to get my moorings by God's voice. No matter, God was silent!

I must have slept hard because the sun was high in the sky. I could see my breath, and the ground was covered in snow. The structure of yesterday, well my perspective of yesterday was absent, the field was nothing but a white blanket. It was quiet and the air was fresh. I turned back to the lean-to for something to keep me warm. As I bent down for the animal skin I heard the whistle of artillery. "Not again" my soul cried. I turned quickly and at the tree line explosions were taking place. Allied forces were coming out into the field. Germany's forces appeared from the other side. Soon the horrid nightmare was in full swing again. This was brutal not so much in hand to hand but bodies would disintegrate or stop in their tracks by unseen weapons. I saw a small squad shoot their Lieutenant and run from the battle. Men were getting pummeled by such force that their bodies were turned in to flesh shrapnel. Those who lived with their wounds were killed by their own force so not to be a burden on their resources. All the disloyalties seemed crueler than the weapons. The battle raged with various ebbs and tides but I couldn't take it anymore so I ran into the lean-to and covered my eyes and ears. I could still hear the cries of death and desperation though I tried to block it out. Once the noise stopped I still didn't look into that field. After about a half hour of silence I finally took my hands from my eyes to see what had happened. I wished I hadn't the entire field was blood red. There was no white snow except for a little in the tops of the trees. I was sick to my stomach but I hadn't eaten now in two days and had nothing to offer this field of my repulsion. I went to the lean-to and covered myself while in a fetal position. I was losing it under this violent assault. I cried out to the Lord with I think tears of blood. God was silent! I was now certain that the devil had picked me up and brought me all these horrors but I could not understand why God was silent and distant. Now I needed Him more than ever. I prayed and prayed to no avail until I was wearied and went to sleep.

When I woke the field was a pallet full of colors. Too many flower types to even list. The smells and sights were absolutely refreshing. I was really starting to notice my hunger though. I wondered if the flowers would taste good. In the distance was a large farmhouse and a windmill. I started to walk towards it but I must admit I did so with trepidation and those chills tingling your spine. I was shell shocked to say the least. As I walked I was overcome by the silence. There was just a gentle breeze moving the flowers on their stems and nothing else. I looked at the tree line but they appeared quiet also. As I got closer to the house I could see that this was a small dairy and cheese factory. Now cheese and milk was suddenly my favorite food. I hoped I was not an invisible guest and could get something to eat. Suddenly the silence was broken by the cry of a baby. It was not the cry of death but an "I need attention" cry. It was heading towards its sounding until I came upon what appeared to be a nine month-old baby boy. I couldn't understand why it was in this field all alone but no one from the house seemed to notice. I picked the child up and cradled him in my arms and he became silent. Then from the heavens I heard this is my beloved Son in whom I am well pleased. I became faint and had to sit because my legs gave out. I so much wanted to hear God and now out of nowhere I have. I thought I had done something wrong. I cried and the baby smiled. I looked upon this child and was overcome with thoughts and emotions. I had never pictured God so humble and frail before. How is it that He would enter this world absolutely dependent on His creation. The risk inherent in this thought surprised me the most. I began to recall the scriptures of the warfare to destroy the seed of the Messiah's lineage before He was born and how Herod tried to kill the child after He was born. God who could destroy us in a blink as a baby. Here He was in my arms the God of all creation trusting me with Himself. I suddenly felt ashamed as I recalled my curses and threats to Him these last three days. Forgive me I asked. The baby's smile got larger. Then heaven continued; "My Son died for all the cruelty you have witnessed and for all you never will. He took every man's sin unto himself so you can be loved by me. For three days like yourself He was stuck in death and like you He was brought out. Unlike you though He still trusted in Me and didn't curse me in His travail. He had done nothing wrong and though I was silent I was still working on His behalf. Now take this boy to the family in the farmhouse."

I rose to my feet as my heart sank. I was condemned by those words but at the same time I was hearing from God and holding in my arms the greatest display of love in all history. That was an overwhelming comfort. I walked into what appeared to be the barn door for the animals in the back part of the dairy. Inside there was a family working diligently making cheese rounds. They didn't notice me at first but I said, does anyone know whose child this is? It was a question I wanted to blurt out the answer God's only Son. Before I could share my enthusiasm the women began screaming and dancing about and the frail old patriarch stood erect with tears flowing quickly. None of them could talk they were too excited. I didn't understand but I thought to myself is it that obvious this is the Son of God? Then my next thought was wow I'm noticed, not an invisible spectator. Well finally the patriarch came to my side and said "Young man God is faithful. May I hold the child?" "Of course," I replied and handed him the child. He held it like it was his own. The women where still crying, dancing, and praising the Lord. That all seemed appropriate somehow. The man rocking the child said to me. "Sir I've been expecting you for a very long time will you please join me for a fine cigar on my patio?" He walked away carrying the child and I followed. The woman came by to touch me with pointed fingers like testing to see if I was real and laughing when I was. The man asked me to hold the child while placing me in one of the two rocking chairs on the porch and said he would be back shortly after he obtained the cigars with something I needed to see. I rocked for awhile in awe of the smiling child who had not cried once since I heard Him breaking the silence. As the man sat down I learned that I was in a field in the Netherlands that had belonged to his family for over eight hundred years. He told me of the first of His relatives who almost lost it at the death of his two daughters and how God had used that terrible event to change the man's heart. Ever since then his family have been serving the Lord. He was a survivor of a concentration camp as a mere boy. He was about to be gassed when the night before God came to him in a vision. He said the vision was of a man holding a child. He asked the Lord what this meant and God replied. "The man will need you to uplift his spirit because he is about to do a great work for my kingdom and the child is your son who you will see again before you come home to me." He told me of how he drew a picture of that vision and how it encouraged him because he knew he wouldn't die. He had already lost all his family and he was the last to continue the family name.

The next day the Americans liberated him and he returned to this land. He built the house and the windmill. He got married to one of the dancing women and the others were his daughters and daughters-in-law. His first son was the joy of his life and part of his excitement was the continuation of the family when it had come so close to extinction. The cigars were burning down but he continued and I was enthralled. One day when his son was about nine months-old the generator on the windmill went out and he went to repair it. He realized that the child in the vision looked just like his son so he was overprotective about his son and never wanted him out of his presence. He took his son onto the roof of the windmill and made a platform for his basket while he worked. The child slept and enjoyed the fresh air. When he was about finished a lightning bolt struck the lightning rod about a few feet from him at the apex. The shock entered his body and flung him to the other side of the roof where his son was sleeping. Out of control of his limbs he crashed into the basket launching his son off the roof where he fell to his death. I wept immediately. He told me that God never talked with him much but that vision took on a whole new meaning of comfort after my boy's death. I realized that I was going to make it to eternity and that God one day would comfort me. I was going to see my boy one last time on this earth and then I was going to see him forever. Then he took out a very tattered piece of paper that had almost been folded into pieces itself. There were blood and sweat stains. He unfolded it and there was almost a perfect likeness of myself sketched in portrait. I was stunned. I said "That looks like me". He said it is and that child is my son. I was a bit confused but I had a sense the spirit was involved. I handed him the child and he took on the persona of a proud father and also the aura of divinity. He said to me, "Son, God was faithful enough to keep all that He had spoken to me. He told me about you 25 years before you were born. He knows all about you and you are in His plans like I was." At this knowledge I became like those dancing girls. I got out of my chair praised the Lord and danced the jig. I heard the man cough, I looked, the child disappeared and the man collapsed in his chair. He was gone and God had taken him home after keeping his promise. I took the picture in my hand and waved it before the Lord. I was not sad as this was the greatest sense of purpose I had ever seen. While praising the Lord I felt the grip of hands on my wrist and I was flying due west. In no time I was being dropped back into my cell.

I learned upon my arrival that it was Monday morning October 15, 2007 and Scott and I had court. We were beginning the trial. I knew that God had been involved in the back story and that I was never more safe in the danger I had to face today. Yes Lord you were never silent. From a baby's cry to mine you have always been speaking. I don't know if the event was a dream or real for the picture did not make my flight. Regardless God is in control. If it was real I have a new friend in heaven, but for now I have to encourage my friend Scott, my co-defendant, and brother in the Lord with one amazing story. A story as old as man himself. God loved us enough to die for us and to come as a dependent child. All our evil is covered by a love that is greater. Today we walk in that love before evil men and can feel confident. Even if we don't hear God's voice in our hour of need He is not silent! Scotty, a cigar aficionado just then said, "I must be ready to go home because you smell like cigar smoke."

Black Out

Well the time has come to put away diplomacy and to unsheathe our weapons of war. I'm only talking to the few of you who understand. Our weapons are not carnal, II Corinthians 10:3-5, "Indeed, we live as human beings, but we do not wage war according to human standard, for the weapons of warfare are not merely human, but they have divine power to destroy strongholds. We destroy arguments and every proud obstacle raised up against the knowledge of God, and we take every thought captive to obey Christ." The battle rages in our minds. The disciples when in peril on the sea woke the Lord who rebuked the wind and calmed the storm. A great miracle for sure that had them transfixed but also distracted from the question he asked, "Why are you afraid, why such little faith?" "Why" has been the question I have posed to your hearts all during this long drawn out battle. Do you really think the weapons of a moribund institution and a wicked coward are a threat? If you do, your faith is not the faith of Christ. Every kind of reprobate, faithless, self-righteous prig have displayed their thoughts on this blog and revealed their hearts. Don't concern yourself with them. Their misery is their existence and you will not be spending eternity with them or any of their ilk. We are about to cross that line where God chooses between His inheritance and the wicked. Let us all now put on the garments of praise for the spirit of heaviness, let us shod our feet with the true gospel. Let us bring down the strongholds with prayer. This is what you need to do. I am going to wield my weapons and not return them to rest until our foes are vanquished and I can lead you to your spoils. Did you really think God would trust His plans to the imbecilic faith you read on here among the retards? No tit is our faith and trust in a God who rest during our great storms that always prevails. Awe inspiring miracles or not I have a job to do as do you. Now let's do it! You go to prayer, fasting, and praise and I will courageously do what I have been equipped to do. Yes I was called for such a time as this. This is my last blog for a while. Call it a strategic warfare black out. All of you have your orders and assignments. The enemy who studies our communication will enter the critical moment of battle blind, deaf, and dumb. I'm proud of all of you and know your support was essential for my success. Enough of words, let's go kick some ass!

I'll end with a quote from the Apocalypse of Baruch 5:2-3, "And the Lord said unto me, My name and My glory have an eternal duration; My judgment, moreover, will preserve its rights in its own time. And thou wilt see with thy eyes that the enemy will not overthrow..."

Inside the quotes II Corinthians 10:3-5
"Indeed, we live as human beings, but we do not wage war according to human standard, for the weapons of warfare are not merely human, but they have divine power to destroy strongholds. We destroy arguments and every proud obstacle raised up against the knowledge of God, and we take every thought captive to obey Christ."

Cheer Up

As a man I think the greatest struggle I have is keeping my eyes upon the prize which is Christ. It seems like every time I can boast upon my track record there is a new trial to tempt me into despair or doubt. I know most of you find my faith encouraging and I am glad for that. The reason I share this with you is so you'll understand I'm not super human or anywhere near the Messiah I'm supposedly complexing over. I am like you all mere flesh sensitive to all my pains and heartaches. What I would like to see from those of you struggling as I is to reach for the high calling which is in Christ. I have found Him extremely faithful and concerned with my frailties. I don't find Him a severe task master whose burden is overwhelmingly crushing. I find Him nurturing me with little doses of hope and kind words at the very times I feel farthest away from Him. A sweet ole southern girl wrote me about her long 10 month struggle with her health. She understands what I am discussing here. Like her we will all make it to the other side of our struggles. Evil has an end, it is finite in nature as part of this finite world. God makes it clear that for every struggle He has provided an exit. I still harp on this trust issue because it is when the struggle lingers that in our faint hearts we look for the comfort of another God we can understand. This is the folly because as soon as we can understand our God we are the god. I can throw my complaint up to the heavens but what does it matter. My perspective is so naive I hardly know how to pray intelligibly. I have Fruity the great fruit inspector knowing more about me than I know myself. Surely my angry son is the product of my fruit when I had no involvement in his life. Without any facts I am known. I can thank the Lord in the heat of this trial when I have enemies on every front and evil intention with power and resources that I have a friend that has my care as His constant concern. You have this friend also. It is that friend that has encouraged me to protect all your interests against all the interlopers and to remain strong during all my suffering. Even that thought strengthens me because when I think that He loves you enough to look out for you when you don't deserve it and even when you fight against His blessing I am reminded that His love for me is great also. No matter my accusers whether ignorant children, toxic spouses, religious freaks, or a collective of lawless I have an advocate that exceeds them all. As I write this to you I preach to myself to be of good cheer for our redeemer lives and our redemption is near. Don't be fooled by the increased activity of the devil and his minions. They have been saying they can take us to trial a very long time and now we are coming to the end of their threat. It is no longer what they think they can do it is what they must do. Not much longer will the spectator be able to offer his worthless opinion. Soon history will speak the last word.

Surprise Example (September 20, 2007)

I have heard though I have not seen or read that one of my long lost children has appeared upon this blog with his angry complaint. I will address him privately but will take this opportunity to use him as an example since he felt obliged to share his ignorance.

Prudence and temperance are virtues that are being bred out of our society. Everyone who thinks they have a justified complaint thinks it a license to puke it out. Prudence teaches a man to register his complaints against the wisdom of God and to have a governor instead of a direct drive from his ignorance to expression. The Scripture says even a fool is considered wise if he keeps his mouth shut. This is something my son apparently hasn't learned and is a gift of his upbringing. He is like most on this blog who spout opinion which is all that subjects can offer. It is the object, God, and what He says that is truth. My sons anger is not even his own. He knows I have done nothing to harm him but having reports believed, which he can't verify true or not, he lends his emotions to someone else's opinion. Most of you have not studied the subjects relevant to The Dorean Group, the banking transaction, the government's claims or the trial. Your opinion is as erred as my son's and equally as foolish. Why is it in the two plus years I have maintained this site and the fight against corruption you have not been able to verify I am telling you the truth? Because you're lazy and a mindless follower. My son talks about the hard life he has as though it is a disadvantage just like most of you. This is retarded reason. A tough life makes you strong which creates greater opportunity. No, there is no comfort of the great welfare teat of government or caretakers. Perhaps most of you think my prevailing and my knowledge is good enough to deliver you. This is true in one sense in that my prevailing is your blessing but now you are still a retard with resources. How do you think you will fair in the ravenous world of business sharks? Perhaps my son thinks me being his ATM machine would have made him a champion. Champions have something inside them that is enhanced from outside influences not influences from outside that make champions.

I was taught to respect my father. I was taught that fathers are greater than their children. Fathers create children, children don't create fathers. Origin is the creator of rights, title, and interest. That is why it is your financial asset the promissory note. What rights does my son have accept those given him by his father? Spoiled rotten brats is what we've all become. This is the spirit of rebellion that is plaguing our society. God gives us life, originates us and we violently shake our fist toward heaven demanding our rights without the spirit of thankfulness. So you think my son asked God to restore our relationship? Don't think so. How about you? Have you asked God with a thankful heart to give you the faith to finish this trial so that you would become tougher and a good boast of Him? Do you even care what He desires or is it all about you? Is he your holy ATM that will give you wealth, prestige, and pleasure as a sign you are loved? Have you ever thought your idea of love and God might be demonic? My son doesn't know how I love him and the love he thinks I should give him I never would precisely because I love him. He won't learn that until he uses his ears and eyes instead of his mouth just like most on this site. He is an 18 year-old trained by a fool, what is your excuse?

This evening after writing this blog which apparently is timely, I received a letter from a client who stated that he took the 8 lessons I taught on the UCC to guide his education and eliminate American Express cards and Chase Visa. Those were not complete lessons and yet he found enough to discover the truth. While you sit around and cry, others are taking responsibility for their personal freedom and accountability to the truth.

Questions of Investigators

We are now two weeks from trial and the prosecution is meeting with witnesses every day. Most of these witnesses are clients of Dorean. The prosecution and the FBI are hired investigators in theory but truth is the last standard they observe. Our trial has now come down to no bank victims and just clients coming in to reverse engineer some possible threat of equity to the now absent victims. They will be asking you questions like did you get a loan from the bank? This is a question you will all probably volunteer an answer to though it is impossible for you to know until it is proven. Just because you received a wire and/or check is not evidence. What if I give you money out of a ponzi scheme that is really yours but you have been told it came from investment income? Does the check or money validate itself or is the accounting the truth? What they won't ask you is the questions of relevant facts. Did you create a promissory note? Are you the maker of this asset? Did you ever knowingly sell, transfer, assign, gift your interest in that asset to another party? Did you authorize the deposit created by this asset upon the books of the alleged lender to be sold, transferred, assigned, gifted to anyone? Are you certain that the alleged lender was forthright in their business dealing with you? Did they ever inform you that what they did with your asset is a trade secret and that you are not allowed to know?

Now I don't care whether you come in and lie, conspire with the government or any other evil. I told you long ago you were irrelevant to my strategies and it has to be that way because your ignorance would be dangerous to you and me if it was any other way. What puzzles me is why you wouldn't take advantage of this opportunity for your own personal growth. Question the investigators and see if they have validated your loan. Isn't this what you hired me to do? Has your goal changed or have you been convinced by all the fraud a loan existed? You will quickly see that with all the power and money these professional investigators could put towards this question they have not done the work in over two years. I suspect this is intentional! They will offer you opinion freely which is all they invested in obtaining it. Nowhere in the court processes civil or criminal or my dealing with the prosecution have they ever proven any validation of the debt. What I posted in the governments affirmations was my last attempt to verify whether these investigators were remotely honest or moron sucklings on the government teat. I'll bet not one of you used this opportunity to investigate your asset's handling, market value, or location? If you are ever wondering why you always end up on the short end of the deal here is a great example. Yes I'm here preserving your rights, title, and interest but you don't understand your own wealth? Will you ever take the responsibility for yourself and your family or will it always be the burden of someone else you can blame?

They Call Me Friend

There is a theory floating out there that Farrel, Dewey, and Bill can help me by their testimony. I'm certain that may be their intention since I do suspect them as friends. However what I suspect is a lack of wisdom. Their first mistake is making an agreement with evil on moral or ethical grounds. Facts don't matter and the truth is nowhere in the government's agenda. I picture it like my wife having a seductive friend always soliciting me in her absence. Now I continually inform my wife of this but she doesn't believe me because this has been a trusted friend a long time. The logic slips here. If wanting to prove myself right and a good husband I choose to sleep with her to prove to my wife she is not a good friend I have done so at the dissipation of our trust. It makes no sense. Billy used to complain about friends who seemed to leave him high and dry and did not remember how he had lent them money in their troubles. When he talked of them it was in comparison to his faithfulness. He perceives himself a loyal friend. Now I suspect he believes this but how can you be loyal to another if you betray yourself? These lost friends may have been unfaithful and ungrateful but how is that cured by self-preservation, for the love of self, money, possibly at the expense of hundreds of others who trusted him? How can he judge his faithless friends, by what standard? If he finds fault he condemns himself. The truth is they can't hurt me nor can they help me. The greatest they ever could have been to me was to live as great men which makes their friendship rich. To sell themselves cheap supposedly to help me is a personal deception like sleeping with my wife's sleazy friend. What they will learn in the end will be that because I didn't lower myself to help then I will be able to bend low to save them. That is friendship. Lending from your strength not your weakness. I love you guys enough to finish this course just for you. I'm taking no shortcuts, accepting all suffering and sacrifice not because you deserve it but because we are friends and that's what true friends do.