John Kaminski
Between the dream and depravity
Tue Mar 2 13:22:53 2004
67.1.147.115

Between the dream and depravity

The highest duty is to speak
for those who cannot

(2/29/2004)
By John Kaminski
skylax@comcast.net

It was a ridiculous idea, born of frustration, failure, and desperation. Yet it
was the promise I made to myself, and is as yet unbroken. The key to this
promise, and my mantra? Just keep writing.

It should come as no surprise to any of you familiar with the words I have
etched in this pastel light of cyberspace that I have a fair amount of trouble
keeping my mouth shut when I see something I perceive as unjust, unfair, or
unconscionable. Thus it is my history that I have stormed out of one newspaper
office after another, often after denting a file cabinet with my fist, my whole
body vibrating with rage, because I have been prevented from saying what I felt
needed to be said, or writing what I felt needed to be written. As many of you
reading this have done the same on occasion, let me just say that this fact
would be unremarkable except that at most of these newspapers to which I refer,
I was the editor, or at least an employee, and my enraged exits were, on
several occasions, my final appearance at that particular media outlet.

After four or five of these edgy episodes, I began to get the picture that
newspapers - which owing to an early aptitude for sports statistics more or
less led me to adopt journalism as my chosen career - were not going to be the
noble calling I first envisioned them to be. In fact, it wasn't very long
before I was going around muttering phrases like "A reporter's worst enemy is
his own publisher" and "Has the objective truth ever been printed in ANY
newspaper?"

I learned that the business of journalism was, in a sense, a false god. Those
early instincts that journalism could provide a noble way to earn one's living
soon gave way to the sour reality that real writers could only say what their
bosses let them say, and if that involved criticizing an advertiser or
questioning some backroom deal that implicated the publisher in some
well-concealed quid pro quo, then the truth quickly took a hike, and what you
were allowed to say was nothing. If you didn't like it, you could walk. I wore
out a lot of shoes.

It was during one of those hiatuses between publications (I was driving limos
from the patrician New England countryside into New York City, and part-time
editing for a now-defunct New Age publishing house) when that ridiculous idea I
referred to crossed my mind. And I made that promise.

Actually, it had to do with another newspaper, my own, which I was banging out
monthly on a computer at a friend's house (while living rent-free in the back
loft of his cavernous triplex), and worrying, as I do now, about how I was
going to feed myself.

It was then I made the promise that no matter what happened, no matter what
systems deteriorated and what kind of straits I found myself in, the one thing
I would not abandon was my search to find and describe what was really
worthwhile. Even if I had no place to live, or nothing to eat, I knew that up
until the very end, writing from a place of hope would be the last thing to go,
because it was the thing that had the most reality for me. It was, and is,
always the thing I felt most worth doing, and even if I couldn't make a living,
I could still do that.

If I have earned a reputation as a result of what I have written on the
Internet, I think it is that I write about things people are worried about but
may not be able to express themselves. The promise to myself was that if I just
kept writing about the important stuff, everything would turn out all right.
And so far, it has.

It wasn't long after that mental promise to myself that I abandoned my newspaper
(insert chuckle here), but I didn't abandon the focus; I merely switched it to
a book project that confronted what I thought then (and now) was (and is) the
major impediment to peace on this planet. But it was a very complex thought, a
very evolved concept (I thought, and still think), and so far, I have found not
a single other human being who agrees with me that it is important at all.
Everyone I've shown my half-finished book to (not very many) has looked at me
with an uneasy puzzlement, and attempted to change the subject.

I managed to continue constructing that esoteric edifice of obscure thought for
about five years, and turned it into a hobby, while at the same time managing
to land yet another newspaper job at a decidedly mediocre operation. Just to
get the paycheck, I did my best to help everybody else but refused to write for
this newspaper, such was the shabby nature of its philosophy. Instead, I just
made pages and wrote headlines.

For four years I did that. Then 9/11 happened. And I worked at that newspaper
another year, before I pounded a file cabinet and left, never to return. It was
right about at that point when I remembered my promise, and my stuff started
showing up on the Internet.

Most of you know, since I always mention my website that contains various
archives of my essays, what I've written since.

9/11 bothered me as no other thing has in my entire life. It was such a sinister
sham. The knowledge I had acquired during almost 30 years on the periphery of
journalism and politics made me instantly realize that the official story was a
pig in a poke. Why would Arabs bring down the wrath of all the technogods upon
themselves just to send a message? Who would benefit from a disaster of such
magnitude? Only Israel and the arms manufacturers.

To me it was a no-brainer, but that was because I'd spent so much time in the
newspaper business and had gained some perspective about political lies told to
placate and mislead the masses.

Two-plus years of heavy research into the media-manipulated matter have only
sharpened my original, instinctual suspicion. And, as you know, I've been
writing about it ever since.

During the past 18 months it has been my singular good fortune to have had my
essays published on literally hundreds of websites around the world. And not
just any websites, either, but the best websites, the ones that care the most
about the telling the truth and analyzing the lies that are told every day by
big media, the corporate prostitutes who don't say anything without first
checking with their bankers and second with the CIA (which is not a problem for
many of them like CNN and The New York Times, because they handily have CIA
operatives "embedded" in their own operations. Isn't that what whores do? Embed
people?).

But even better than that have been the contacts I've made by simply speaking my
mind. I've never been much of social animal, but I am honored to say my e-mail
list of 1,600-plus names contains not just people, but the best kind of people
in the whole world. The ones who care, and try to do something about it.

I never imagined that I would come to know so many solid citizens of the world,
but I have to chalk it up to the promise. To keep writing, no matter what,
about the really important things.

I have become fond of saying that I've learned more about the world in the past
two years on the Internet, and met many people whose commitment to honesty and
the real story is every bit as devoted as my own. These people accept as
second-nature the maxim "why wouldn't we always tell the truth and treat every
living being as well as we possibly can" and live their lives every day to
achieve those goals.

I have learned some fantastic things scrambling around these tens of thousands
of websites, let me tell you. From Rick Stanley I learned of a book that
insists the ancient writer Flavius Josephus was very likely the same person as
the Apostle Paul, a fact which if widely known would blow the lid of this fake,
crowd-control conspiracy called Christianity, which has afflicted the world
with its bloodthirsty hypocrisies and murderous discriminations for almost two
thousand years.

From a number of websites I've learned about dark matter and dark energy, two
mysterious substances that theoretical physicists conject comprise more than 90
percent of the known universe. I like this subject because it enables me to ask
the question, "How certain are you of your holy books when they're only dealing
with less than 10 percent of known reality?"

But lately I have limited my Internet explorations to the political realm,
because I have been sorely troubled about the lies that we told about 9/11 and
the events those lies have triggered, which already have cost the lives of
hundreds of thousands of innocent people in faraway places as part of a
fast-buck operation run by soulless killers in expensive suits who are intent
on turning the whole world into a radioactive prison camp with a planetary
population disturbingly far less than it is now.

The stories I have written include a variety of topics all centered around the
lies of our authority figures, including the one that it doesn't matter if
Americans vote or not because there's nobody worth voting for, and they don't
count the votes legitimately anyway.

I've written about how al-Qaida is an arm of the CIA, how trendy lefty media
prostitutes like Pacifica radio take money from the CIA, how the government
allows poisons in medicines and then prevents the parents of the messed-up kids
from suing the criminals who made those drugs, how our schools turn our
children into sheeple, how those terror alerts the government issues are
nothing but frauds, and how you shouldn't fall in love like a teenager when
you're almost 60 years old (it hurts just as bad when you lose).

I've written, over and over, that the greatest coverup in American history is
what the government (including all of the Congress, all of the mainstream
media, and most of the American citizenry) is saying about 9/11 is a charade.
The most powerful moguls of big business did it, with Bush and Cheney at the
helm, to turn the world into a police state.

I've written about how our hotshot American pilots get off on killing peasants
from high in the sky, how our next generation of children is growing up
learning how to be high-tech killers, how the real enemies of freedom are
sucking your bank account dry from their bunkers in Washington, D.C., and how
our own leaders are playing fast and loose with the lives of the very soldiers
who are devoted to protecting us.

Most of you know what I've written. Many of you have said nice things about what
I've written, things so nice that now there is no way I will ever turn back
from what I'm doing, not even after Bush and Cheney are wearing orange
jumpsuits and living at Guantanamo.

A number of you have supported my efforts by buying books and sending cash. It
has all been much appreciated.

I don't do what I do for any other reason than it's what I want to do for
myself. I am very pleased that so many of you like what I do, and I also
appreciate those who disagree with me and can coherently express that.
Analyzing criticism of my work makes me stronger and more accurate, and that is
my goal.

I said earlier that my main problem with journalism had been running afoul of
publishers who, possessed of financial priorities different from my own,
constrained me seeking the truth about things as I saw fit.

Now I find myself in the ideal situation of practicing journalism without a
publisher, which I highly recommend. No more do sinister subtexts prevent me
from going in directions I think worthwhile.

In fact, my readers are now my publishers, which, for any real journalist, is
the way it should be. Let me roll that over my tongue again. Any real
journalist works for his or her readers. I've always believed that. Now I am
practicing that philosophy.

Twice before I have written this kind of piece, because my ability to continue
doing what I do has been threatened by a serious deficiency in capital.

I was discussing the other day with another writer that sleazeball journalists
who work for networks or take money off the bottom of the deck from government
reptiles make plenty of money. Those who try to get at the truth, as is the
case with many of the best 9/11 websites, don't make anything at all.

Although I have published and made some money off a collection of my essays
(which are still for sale at http://www.johnkaminski.com/), I have not been
paid for a single essay I have published on any Internet site.

Friends try to console me when I tell them appeals of this sort make me feel
like I'm panhandling (would that be cyberpanhandling?), and they tell me I am
providing a worthwhile service for which I should not be ashamed to be
compensated for. I still feel that asking readers to support my work
financially is not exactly kosher, because I send out these pieces because I'd
like people to read them, and think about them, not necessarily pay for them.

However, recently I have written a small booklet titled "The Day America Died"
and was flabbergasted at what the printer told me it would cost to print up a
bunch of them. In addition, I have a second volume of essays which my publisher
declined to publish because my first collection has not sold a sufficient
number of copies to warrant the additional investment. Hey, that's capitalism
for ya.

In any case, my ability to continue writing on the web now depends on you. A
small number of people have consistently contributed to me in the past. I would
request they not continue to do that, because I have a big list and some others
will probably chip in.

If you think my essays have been worth anything and are in a position to be able
to afford to do something about it, I humbly ask for your help.

In any case, I may not be able to publish any more books because of lack of
capital, but I will keep the promise to myself to keep writing about what I
think is important. Your contribution at this critical time will help guarantee
your ability to keep reading my pieces.

Lying in the year 2004 pays a lot in a lot of places. The truth doesn't pay much
anywhere, or at least not in cash anyway.

It is my goal to continue writing about issues that the disgusting powers that
be try to cover up, to the extreme detriment of honest, ordinary people. It is
my privilege to try to be the informed voice of those who are being screwed and
demand to know why. Thank you for your help.

John Kaminski is the author of "America's Autopsy Report," a collection of his
Internet essays published by Dandelion Books and featured on hundreds of
websites around the world. For more information on how to get this book or to
financially support his work, go to http://www.johnkaminski.com/. Or, to read
some more of his recent essays for free, go to
http://www.rudemacedon.ca/kaminski/kam-index.html

 

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