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The Federal Reserve of the United States is private enterprise.
There are 12 districts.
Each head is there for life.

THE PRINTING PROCESS

Great buildings are built.
Machinery is produced and brought in.
Laborers are hired.
Paper and ink are acquired.
Paper notes are printed.

THE PAYOFF

Every laborer in the entire process including all control groups such as the 
military, also doctors, nurses, printers, food purveyors, the lot, all of 
us are paid with the notes that are being printed.  

The notes are backed by air or sun beams, nothing more, nothing less.

Some rob and kill for these printed notes.

THE CONCLUSION

Basically it is the way for the ruling class to have a control on the working 
class, to maneauver society in a way that will serve the good of the whole... 
or at least it is supposed to work that way but doesn't.

Each note is a tag and every time you accept a note, you are in effect being 
given a bill from the federal reserve... they want a lot of it back and to 
them it is only paper, ones and zeroes, nothing more, nothing less.  The 
working class are held accountable for each note that passes through their 
hands, mutiple taxes (tithes, kickbacks, fees, tolls) are collected.

My dictionary defines Money as:  Something that has a value unto itself such 
as gold, silver, diamonds, anything that can be used for barter or exchange.

In the United States approximately 50 plus percent of an individuals income 
goes for Governmental Operations.  That's not money the government is taking 
back, it's just ones and zeroes,  whispy as air.

You got to keep the poor people down on the farm.

Harvest them regularly, at least once a month.  Keep those checks a coming. 

The people are being controlled by paper and ink backed by weapons of mass 
destruction.  Boom.  

RANTINGS OF A MAD MAN

My regards to Daryl Westfall, saw your sign, good one.

My regards to James Taranto for without his wit and wisdom, Apollo would not
have been anywhere as neat. 

When Dean Hathaway came on to the scene, I said to myself, now here is 
another good and logical writer joining the Apollo fray, he helped a lot.

My greetings to Archi Medes a great free thinker.

Later came Peter Petrisko, David Burkhart and Zak Woodruff.   This was fun.  

Reverand Nuclear made his appearance, so did Dan Deacon.  Dan had his own 
BBS, called BullDada BBS. My password was godeatshit or something gross 
like that.  No matter what BBS I was on, I freely gave away my password, 
I didn't care, I thought that if some mischiveous person posted a message 
under my user name, on the board, it probably would be worth reading and 
I always thought, the more the merrier.  A person who would do that to 
another would probably have a sharp enough mind to make it lively.  
So I gave it away, even posted it on other BBS systems, at least that is 
how I was kicked off Apollo for several months until I saw Clif at pizza 
parlor at Metro Center.  He was locked out of his automobile and 
I was a locksmith so we made a deal, I would post no more messages like 
one that had got me in trouble on Apollo and maybe I went to the Phantom 
Zone.  The message asked, 'what if you were standing at the foot of god 
(sic), and it pulled out a wang and started peeing towards !
you... would you stand still or move out of the way?'  It was an honest 
question, gods pee would be better than holy water, maybe even better 
than holy shit.

I'd like to thank a lot of people, especially Mark for doing what he has 
done, listing old,  nostalgic messages from another time, another place.

I'd like to thank Clif for having such a well running system, keeping it 
clean, neat and sparkling, not like JT who had year old pizza crusts on 
top.  The first time I saw JT's computer I nearly inwardly freaked, he 
also had a Hayes 300 baud modem which was the best and he could type like 
fire.  Thanks to Chris Zagar for providing the smoothness of the system, 
no garbage collections at all, narely a crash.  Dear Todd Reese's 
system, Blax -80 had a frequent 45 second garbage collection, usually 
right in the middle of a thought....

Well people of planet earth, it has been most interesting, soon I must 
remove my cloak of flesh and zoom off to explore the unlimited 
possibilities of life, being a human makes that effort nearly impossible.  

Being a human is interesting but there is no future in it, I mean, 
basically a species of animal on space compost that's orbiting a big 
fucking fire ball... and what is ridiculous and holds humanity a step 
back from a more enlightened thought is that every time the chunk of 
space compost orbits the fireball, they think they are a friggin year 
older.   Man wrote a program and bases his age on times around the sun.  
Some men religiously follow the program line when they get to it, like 
when they have completed 30 orbits, they become paranoid and think that 
no one will trust them.  Or when you're 40 trips around then your 
program line number reads a lot of crap.  What, is everyone in a box?  
Do you belong with others who share the same number of orbits, does it 
really mean anything at all?

This file is too large for me to edit tonight so serendipity is the rule, 
whatever.

What a strange fucking place this planet is.

Man needs to work together planet wide for the common good.  Everone who 
is here in this physical dimension should know that land cannot be owned 
by anyone.  The Federal Reserve need to get it together and come up with 
a more reasonable plan for the working people than the one in current 
operation.  We have to address a lot of problems but most of all we can't 
put too much truck in this temporary world, when it's over, the entire 
event will seem like a very short period in eternity.  Smile, have 
interesting and prosperous experiences always.  : + ) 

- Rod

Rod Williams <crodw2002@yahoo.com>

Somewhere in the Milky Way, -