In the U.S., 12 percent of the over 65 age folks say they are in good health, in socialized health care England, only 2 percent, oh, but dear ones, there is much, much more to the Obamacare shim-sham than anyone has ever revealed to you. Lend me your ear. I call it a miracle. You might call it coincidence. I should have died many years ago, or gone to prison, or at best left homeless. At age 85, I’m in good mental and physical health. All of my dreams have come true. Like Glenn Beck, I hit rock bottom and had a bigger than life calling.
Beck’s emotion packed appearance in Wilmington, Ohio yesterday included four miracles, in Beck’s opinion. He said you might call it coincidence. Beck, a recovering alcoholic in his words, feels called upon by God. He is a tremendously popular positive force. Wilmington, after suffering the closing down of a major employer, has managed to keep its spirits up, thanks to the town’s church people. Beck picked Wilmington to bring us to the Christmas spirit. He went there and prayed with them and the miracles he mentioned occurred.
Beck’s enormous popularity is a thorn in the flesh of the establishment. The powers that be are working on removing Beck. I’m no worry. Maybe the one or two who read my tales will be impressed enough to pass them on. At least that’s my hope. But who am I to talk about the Christmas spirit? I believe in Jesus but I’m not a Christian. A Christian preacher told me the Scriptures say I’m not going to be saved. I guess I’m misinterpreting what Jesus said. Maybe I don’t need to be saved. Muslims believe that if you are not a Muslim you go to hell. Do miracles never occur to those of us who don’t attend churches, or synagogues, or mosques? Somebody is wrong. It is quite likely, in my opinion, that all are wrong.
I’m a secular humanist, someone with human values who is not religious. The Bible is not a story of religions; it is the moral story of man. According to Jesus, we are all God’s children. My friends, there are no atheists. Atheists are simply people who have yet to discover who they are, and they are not going to as long as their choices are limited to religion. Tomorrow’s God will be everyone’s god.
After discovering who I was, my spiritual guides put me to the test. I had written the Attorney General of the United States a letter telling him I’d see him in court on my income tax issue. Can you imagine the reaction? How audacious can anyone get! The Attorney General forwarded my letter to the IRS. The IRS determines tax law. Was I mistaken in writing the Attorney General? The IRS, chosen to be the maker and keeper of income tax law, took it upon itself to make me a believer in the income tax by assessing me tax I didn’t owe and freezing my rightful refund of $5,000. Yep, they made me a believer. Beck has nothing on me. The IRS hung itself with its own legal rope. Dear ones, best that you know Tim Geithner is not the maker and keeper of income tax law. Best that you know Obama and his socialist and revolutionary comrades are not the makers and keepers of the law. Joe Smith, the original, is the best authority on the law in the United States.
Here are some of the particulars of the miracle of Joe Smith, the original. I had been self-employed. I was not eligible for unemployment compensation. I took a minimum paying job. My employer withheld 20 percent of my meager pay for Uncle Sam. I was single with no deductions. Can you blame the unemployed for opting for unemployment pay? Why would an entry level worker want to work? He can’t exist on the after tax pay; he can on unemployment benefits. This is marvelous solution for ending free enterprise.
I was locked out for non-payment of rent. You need to know that our federal redistribution agent in Washington, D.C. has it all figured out—how to help itself at the expense of everyone. Eighty-five percent of the American people disapprove of Congress. I not only disapproved, I acted.
To wit: My wife was divorcing me. It’s not like it was in America. Government has a duty to us. My wife didn’t need me. She had Uncle Sam. A good student of the vogue, she had forged her name on a $3,500 check made out to me and cashed it. I had no money. I was locked out of my pad. Was I helpless? We are helpless only if we think we are. Your elected representatives in Washington, D.C. are doing everything possible, taking from the rich and giving to the poor to make you believe you simply must depend on government. The next time you give money to a homeless person think about that.
Thankfully, I was not long without a roof over me. The divorce court, in sympathy with me, ordered that my wife pay my expenses while I awaited the divorce trial. The court awarded me 30 acres of valuable land and a 3,500 square foot home, a barn, and my office building. The court awarded my wife the furniture and what cash was left in the bank, awarded my ex-wife a 25th as much as me. Have you ever heard of anything as unfair? The judge was a member of the old school of thought. You reap what you sow.
My astrologer told me there is a “part of fortune” in my chart that says people who do things behind my back to harm me end by paying a price. Was it simply a coincidence that my ex-wife was awarded a 25th as much as me? Incidentally, my ex-wife conspired with the IRS to cheat me. In fact, she did everything she could to put me on the street, and succeeded. Hell hath no fury like a woman’s scorn.
Do you know that you, as a taxpayer, after you have paid the tax, have the authority to take the IRS all the way to the U. S. Supreme Court? The IRS has good reason to think you won’t. As for the Attorney General forwarding my letter to the IRS, his lawyer, the Solicitor General, responded to the Supreme Court that the IRS made a mistake and it had been corrected. Both of these two lawbreakers made a mistake in thinking I would not take the issue to the Supreme Court. The mistake, I think you will agree, was sending my letter to the IRS. Although the Court dismissed me, that didn’t stop me. I took my court record to The Palm Beach Post, a liberal newspaper. As unlikely as you might think, the newspaper investigated the IRS and printed a front page story telling the world that the IRS had wrongfully taxed me, had ignored court orders, and had illegally frozen my tax refund.
Who would have expected this outcome? The Attorney General was proven a bald-faced liar. My case proved that the courts look the other way on taxpayer cases, proved that the United States has turned into a lawless conspiracy. What you must know, my friends, is that on our sweat Washington, D.C, the greatest fraud of all times, and the world’s one superpower, has made the American people’s liberties a shambles. I sure hope I’m not jailed for revealing state secrets, and I hate to spoil your day but we are literally living on borrowed time.
Now for my Christmas story: Before I wrote the Attorney General, I had studied the Constitution. I felt that voices of the past were speaking to me. I had a bigger than life calling. The courage of my conviction won. Before I went out on a limb for the forbidden fruit, I had faith that the IRS was going to eat crow. Not only did I win in the divorce trial and beat the Nazi IRS, but the miracles continued. Jesus said in earth as it is in heaven. So Beck took the high road and I took the low road. Jesus said in earth as it is in heaven. I arrived in heaven before ye. Heaven for me is in the tall timber near Mt. Hood. I could not ask for more. There is something to the saying that God helps them who help themselves.
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