Michael Jerome Pardo
I Was Born Into Conquered Amerika
Sun Aug 31 15:08:54 2003
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I Was Born Into Conquered Amerika

by Michael Jerome Pardo

(updated June 19, 2003)

The American Way is a state of mind of truth, liberty, and justice for
all people. New York City is a state of mind of the best and worst of
America, and the known world, and the Universe, all in one place. New
York City is the state of mind that runs America, and the world.
I am a child of America, once upon a time the greatest nation ever in
the known history of the world, and I am a child of New York City, once
upon a time the greatest city ever in the known history of the world. I
was born in Brooklyn, New York in 1956, a natural-born person borne into
a Roman Catholic family in a nation that had apparently been conquered
many, many years before I was ever conceived.

Regrettably now, I have been an American, and I was born and raised in
the New York City metropolitan area, exposed as a child to a most
remarkable example of the American Way, treated to the furthest extent
of an historic American tradition, saddened by a most pernicious form of
American tyranny, and a witness to so many victims who had their
birthright stolen and who became co-conspirators over the most
unfortunate fates of so many, many, many people in the world. I have
been living in a New York City state of mind, and in an American state
of mind, in a world of many, many, many different states of mind.

I was told in my childhood that I lived in a land of the free which was
the home of the bravest people and the most powerful nation in the
world, but I eventually discovered that this great nation no longer
existed, if it ever really did exist, and while the government of the
nation of my homeland may have been the most powerful in the world at
the time of my birth, that power was no longer being used to help free
enslaved people and protect abused children, but was being used instead
to help control free people and turn them into tools of those who had so
long before conquered the nation of my birth.

I was born into the borough of Brooklyn in New York City as a result of
the happiest time which the good people of that borough ever
experienced. I am a child of the Brooklyn Dodgers defeating the New York
Yankees in the 1955 World Series, and I was born nine months after that
historic event. The party on Eastern Parkway in Brooklyn the night the
Dodgers finally beat the Yankees in the series has become legend in the
household of many an old Brooklyn family, but only three years later,
that borough would lose its most cherished possession, its beloved bums,
its beautiful baseball team that was so adored by so many beautiful
Brooklyn boys and girls, and when it lost that team, its heart was cut
out of its bosom, and that old borough died a sad death from which it
has never risen to this day.

It seemed as if America also died a sad death at about the same time
that Brooklyn died, perhaps even on the day that President John F.
Kennedy was murdered and took Camelot along with him, but we would all
eventually come to know that America had died a sad death many, many,
many years before, at the hands of those who had imposed a sad burden of
tyranny upon the American people, who had conquered the historic nation
of the original American Way, and who had hijacked the condition of the
New York City state of mind.

I lived through it all, growing up in Amerika, growing up in and around
Brooklyn in New York City in the 60's and 70's. Marilyn Monroe's death,
the Cuban Missile Crisis, the JFK assassination, the Vietnam War, the
Beatles, the Summer of Love, the Martin Luther King assassination, the
civil riots, the RFK assassination, Woodstock, the Amazin' Mets,
Watergate. I saw the headline about God being dead in the popular
mainstream magazine, I rode on the buses and trains of the metropolitan
New York City area, I saw and heard all of the disheartening sights and
sounds of people whose lives were either controlled or destroyed. And I
grew up among all of this, all of my young life.

It was a New York City state of mind into which I grew, and it was the
American Way that I eventually knew. That American Way didn't exist any
more as a nation, I came to know, but it DID still exist in the minds of
some of the people, and all of the children, all throughout the lands of
the nation that once was, and all throughout the people of the world,
and it is a state of mind of truth, liberty, and justice, of rights and
duties, of sovereignty and responsibility, of people who are kings among
kings, creators among the creative, statesmen among politicians,
caretakers among human beings; they are those who care about other
people, and who care about being one with other people in an American
state of mind.

I regret to understand that there are some of you out there who have
only recently come to discover that the American nation apparently died
a sad death many years ago, and I regret to understand that there are
some of you out there who have still not yet come to discover that the
American nation apparently died a sad death many years ago; the burden
which you share with others as you slowly come to the revelation of that
sad truth, is just another painful step in your own personal process of
the discovery of the truth about life on this world and in the Universe,
and is just another painful step, or exasperating stumble, in the
inevitable rebirth of that American spirit.

And while I am proud to inform you that the American Way still resides
among some of the people in the lands of plenty of the nation of the
original American Way, and in some of the people in the rest of the
world, and in all of the children all throughout the world, the sad
truth is also, that all of your life, ever since you were born, the
American nation had died a sad death many years before you were ever
conceived, and this is a fact you were doomed to discover, some time in
your life, if you are truly a seeker of truth.

And I understand that some of you out there did not grow up in America
or Amerika or may not be Americans or may not understand the true
American Way, or perhaps you were born in another land or you were born
in America or Amerika but spent too few years living your childhood and
your life in the state of mind of your nation or in the lands of plenty
of the nation of the original American Way; because of all this you may
not totally understand what it meant to grow up in America as an
American as well as some of us others understand that experience.

And I also understand that there are many of you out there in many
different lands who understand the true American Way, and the American
state of mind, and the New York City state of mind, even though you may
never have experienced any taste of that reality; because of the efforts
of us Americans and we New Yorkers, you have somehow been exposed to its
precepts and ideals, conquered and subjugated as they may be in reality,
and have come to grasp a degree of understanding about what it means to
be an American, and what it means to understand the New York City state
of mind.

Yes, folks, America might once have been the land of the free and the
home of the brave, but America no longer exists anymore like it used to,
folks, and when it did exist, it did not really stand for freedom for
all law-abiding people like we all like to think. And Amerika is no
longer a nation under God anymore, folks, if it ever really was, because
the proof is in the doing, and not in the saying. And all those brave
people who in the 20th century fought, and died, and killed, for what
they thought was America, did not really serve America at all, but
served Amerika instead, and served those who had so long before
conquered the American nation, and who had planned and fomented those
wars in order to fill their own coffers and complete their long-planned
destruction of the American Way.

In my youth, I had always wondered about what had happened to America. I
had read the Constitution and the Bill of Rights when I was a child and
I had understood them, I guess, because I remember during my childhood
hearing about some of the ways that the government was being run, and
some of the plans that were being proposed, and I remember wondering to
myself "How can they do that with our Constitution? That's not the way
our government is supposed to be run." And it was no less than Thomas
Jefferson who himself once complained of the corrupt and confusing
nature of so many of the town, county, and state constitutions in
America that he felt were poor forms of Libertarian Republicanism.

And so I wonder: was America ever really America, or was America a form
of Amerika right from the very start?

Most people in Amerika these days seem to know that there is something
really wrong with America. Many Amerikans seem to agree that there is
corruption within the Amerikan media, medical, legal, educational,
governmental, publishing, housing, banking, entertainment, and other
major business industries. But to put a finger on the exact problem, to
give it a name, to call it something that could be corrected through
solutions: in that they fail, and in that they would probably not like
any name that would be given to it anyway, because most Amerikans have
been brainwashed by the same people who have imposed a sad burden of
tyranny upon the American people, who have conquered the historic nation
of the original American Way, who have hijacked the condition of the New
York City state of mind, and who were the real cause of all the problems
all along, and the true source of the corruption in Amerika today.

There is nothing left to say, because all of the necessary truth has
already been said. Did America ever truly exist, and if it did, was it
ever really a free nation? I think so, I think that it DID exist and
that it WAS mostly a free nation, but I never lived in America, but into
Amerika it is true I was born. And do any truly happy and gay children
live in Amerika anymore, and did they ever really live in America before
it was conquered by those who would serve such a leader as one who would
seek to destroy such a great and glorious nation?

I was born into conquered Amerika, and I am a child of America.
Regardless of those facts, I have always acted like a free man who
always fighting for love, and peace, and freedom, and I will always be a
free man, no matter what anyone tries to do. And like it or not, there
must be a karmic price to be paid someday for the crimes that have been
committed against the nation of my birth, and like it or not, there must
be a karmic price to be paid someday for the other crimes that have been
committed against the good people of the nations of the world.

We demand freedom, we demand justice. Where is TRUE freedom; where is
OUR justice?

It is coming.

heroes and cowards
a hero is any person who chooses to give up a certain portion of their
own safety in order to ensure the safety of others.

a coward is any person who refuses to give up a certain portion of their
own safety in order to ensure the safety of others.

a hero does not have to be a hero all the time to still be a hero; a
hero may sometimes be a coward.

a coward does not have to be a coward all the time to still be a coward;
a coward may sometimes be a hero.

just because a person is a hero, it does not mean that they are always
right. just because a person is a coward, it does not mean that they are
never right.

some heroes do not care that someone else should know about their
heroism. some heroes fear that someone else will discover their
cowardice.

some cowards care that someone else should know about their heroism.
some cowards do not fear that someone else will discover their
cowardice.

everyone is a hero in some way in their life; everyone is a coward in
some way in their life.

sometimes i choose to see the heroism in all other people, and see the
cowardice within myself. sometimes i choose to see the cowardice in all
other people, and see the heroism within myself.

either way, i know the real truth; everyone in the world is a true hero,
in their own way.