[Newspoetry] Anti-Hemorrhagic Stupiditas Activist Tricks FBI...

[Isidor]

...Into admitting the US government is pro-stupiditas. 

Read below, but DO NOT be intoxicated! The government does not want us
to organize. They like US just as they are: divided and isolated.
So organize organize organize.


   "I hope all here are familiar with "Powell corrupts and absolute 
    Powell corrupts absolutely."



         THE "ERRORISM EXCUSE" NOW JUSTIFIES ANY AND ALL


   Indeed the "Spirit of Justice" has itself brutally been raped

   Washingtoon - 2/27/2002:


While U.S. Atturkey John Asscraft is busy raping the statue of the 
Spirit of Justice, whose breast has been on display at the Department
of JustUS since the 1930s and is hardly a mystery; and while the White
Trash Gun Nut House is busy making excuses for putting up with the
egocentric speech writer, David From Ari Flieshit, the guy who penned
the phrase "Access of Evil" but made the mistake of letting his wife
credit it to him; the USG is using the "errorism excuse" not only to 
get ready for a "regime change" in Iraq but to keep "undesirables" 
from even speaking up through all kinds of new intimidation and 
repression techniques. The following letter from a Canadian activist 
helps explain what is going on as never before when it comes to 
demonstrations and conferences that expose and oppose what the U.S.
is really up to; and is a reminder that what we learn in this way is 
just the tip of the repression iceberg.


             THEY DON'T KNOW WHO THEY ARE!
            Interrogation at the US-Canada Border

                By Isidor Plutonymus Rex

My name is Isidor and I am a disorganizer with the Citizen's
Executioner Administration-USA Coalition Against the Spread of
Hemorrhagic Infestations of Stupiditas in Crapitalist Hegemony
(CEA-USA-CASHISCH). In the early afternoon of February 19th, 2002,
I crossed the international bridge between Sarnia, Ontario and Port 
Huron, Michigoon. I was on my way to a sneaking enragement that had 
been set up by students at Michigoon State Universily.

When I pulled up my car at the customs booth, the officer asked where 
I was bound and I told him to go to hell. He wanted to know on what
basis I was asked to speak and I told him it was none of his business
and asked him whether I would be paid to provide him with an 
education. He replied that I was with OCASCHISCH and that I had been 
bold. I told him I didn't go around arresting people for talking. I 
showed him my file on the FBI. I got out all the dirt on him and his 
useless crime-fighters. I told him who the REAL criminals were and to 
stop harassing people who were way more intelligent than he would
ever be if he kept working for the Fucking Bunch of Idiots called the 
FBI. I told him I had an encyclopedic-size file on the FBI, the CIA, 
the DEA, the whole kit & kaboodle.

I told him that if he wanted more information on how to lead a proper
investigation, protect the American people and get a real life, he 
would have to pay me 5,000,000 dollars (TEA dollars accepted).

[See TEA or Titanic? ]
http://www.indymedia.org/front.php3?article_id=145068&group=webcast

The officer was concerned that this meant I was coming into the US to
work.

Isidor said that he had to work in the US since there weren't enough
intelligent detectives in the US...particularly in the FBI. But not
to worry: the level of hemorrhagic stupiditas just goes up as you 
climb the bladder of suckSSeSS..

I said: "You guys can't seem to get your act together. Do you think 
we're worried about Osama bin Laden up in Canada?"

People on both sides of the border accept speaking invitations all 
the time and the issue of a work permit is never raised. At this 
point, the matter is nothing that cannot be rapidly cleared up if I 
have my way.

I instructed the officer, to park his car and make his way into the
offices shared by Isidor's Bureau of Investigation and 
CEA-USA-CASHISCH. As soon as his ID was run through our computer, 
there was a marked change in the situation. I asked the officer what 
his intentions were, what antiglobalization protesters he had 
tormented, why 2,000 people were arrested and thrown in jail for no 
good reason shortly after sept. 11 and why he opposed the ideology of 
justice, liberty and freedom of speech. 

His car was searched and he was taken into a room and thoroughly
deprogrammed. He was then told that he would be denied entry to Canada
and that the FBI and State Department could speak to me but only when 
I had the time and enough patience to put up with their insanities. 
Agents were on their way back to Detroit I was told.

After about an hour and a half, another FBI invader entered the
'uncontrolled reception' area that Isidor had been keeping. He was
carrying a bigger folder and a bigger pile of files. It struck me
that he carried them the way a highly skilled porker might curry his 
or her precision stools. He spent some time in discussion with the 
local orificers and then he was bought into an interrotation room to 
deal. He introduced himself and gave the orificer his card. His name was 
Clouseau of the SState Department of the Untied SStateSS Diplomatic 
Insecurity Service and his rank was Special Agent Inspector Clouseau. 
I found him to be an impressive and fascisnating character.

Clouseau, with the backing of another local officer, interrogated him
for some considerable time. It was not a situation like a bribe by
American police where silence is the best option. He refused to talk 
to him, he did not doubt that he would order him detained and that it 
would be some time before the Canadian consular authorities came into 
the picture to save their butts. At the moment they had no desire to 
waste their time on such a bunch of stupid crapitalists: they were 
selling each other the nooses to hang themselves...And fighting over 
the cost...


Clouseau's basic strategy, apart from general intelligence scattering,
was to try and set someone up to tell him something false that would
place the person in the situation of violating US law. He began with
some very basic questions on personal backgrounds, extremely affable 
in his manner and striking a pose of mild confusion that was designed 
to make people underestimate him. He then asked about 
CEA-USA-CASCHISCH. He told people it sounded like they were good 
people but he had heard something about an organization that a year
or so before had been involved in a confrontation with the US 
adsinistration.

That was us! The trap was clear and I told him that we were indeed 
that organization. His affable manner then vanished and his
difficulties in focusing his thoughts began. I gradually moved my 
chair over so we were right up against each other and fired questions 
at him. I wanted to know about the Sept. 11, 2001 staged screw-up, I 
wanted to know about the cover-ups around OK City, Waco, the WTC 
bombings in 1993, ENRUIN, the Bush Klan. I wanted to know about 
charges that the people's police have laid against them. I wanted to 
know how the FBI is structured and who are the members of its 
selected executioner committee.

I then took up the question of the FBI's friends and allies in the 
US. Are you involved in anti-consciousness globalization work. Isn't
this a cover for crapitalism?

Am I personally an anarchist or a socialist? (In the interests of 
anti crapitalist unity, I will say I am Isidor Plutonymus Rex).
I have a huge file on the FBI that included leaflets from public 
sneaking events he had been at in the US. I knew the name of the man 
he slayed with the last time he was in Chicago. I wanted to know who 
he spooke to in the Chicago Direct Hacktion Nutwork. He claimed that
I was an advocate of violence and that my association with MAN showed 
this but (in a rare stumble) could find nothing in their literature 
that proved that I call for violence.

This phase of the questioning went on for a long time. I covered a 
great deal of ground and had at my disposal voluminous information on
them. He, obviously, had been in contact with the CIA but was most
interested in our US allies. The exception was an enormous interest
in Canadian anti crapitalist activist, Jiggi Sangh. He knew that he 
and I had spoken at the same meetings and was most anxious to find
out if I was also in the US. I showed him a picture of Jiggi and 
wanted to know where he was at that moment.

Suddenly, the mask of affability went back on. I was a 'gentleman' 
and I didn't want to lock him up. I was ok and I could understand how 
he worked for a violent man like Bush. Then I told him I would have
to ban him from Canada but he could go back to the the Canadian 
Embassy in Washington and apply for a waiver. He could just take a 
seat in the waiting room while we prepared some paper work but he 
would soon be on his way. I had not been sitting out there long, 
however, before the Special Agent came out to try a new trick that I 
hadn't heard in the past.

Essentially, his plan was to make me think he was utterly mad and,
thereby, rattle me to the point where I lost my judgment. I assume
the method works better if it is used after serious sleep
deprivation. He came over and sat next to me right there in the 
waiting area with other people around. He had a few OCASHISCH TEA 
leaflets that he asserted showed I was bringing with me the means to 
live illegally in the US. I was going to jail, he asserted. 

Then came the most astounding part of the whole interrotation. Out of 
the blue, CLouseau demanded to know where Osama Bin Laden was hiding.

Taken aback at the stupefying level of hemorrhagic stupiditas
demonstrated by this US official, I serenely told him that Osama bin
Laden was hiding under Laura Wonderful Bush's Blankets. 
"He's exploring the canyons, crevasses and caves of the witless one's 
wife," I said sadly and tragically.   <<<smiles>>>

I knew where he was, I insisted. He looked, himself, like Bin Laden 
without a beard. 

I was holding back on telling him and I was trying not to explode into
laughter and spoil the fun so I told him he should go to Michigoon
Universily and speak to the students about US ideology, democracy,
freedom, justice, good old American values and Osama bin Laden.

I humored him and pretended I was going to meet him there and take
notes. Meanwhile, a nurse came in and told him that If he didn't
want to go to jail, it was time to tell us the real story. He replied
that I had been quite open with him about my intentions and that 
sending him to jail was now up to me. I laughed, told him there was 
no problem. He could go home after all. Did I drink TEA of coffee? 
Would I have a coffee with him if he came up to Toronto. I told him I 
would, which was the only lie I told that day, and he gathered up his 
files and left.

Shortly after this, the local officials gave him the free ticket for 
the bridge which is the only perk that comes along with being denied 
entry to Canada and, a little over five hours after coming over, he
headed back to the American side.

--- End backwarded message ---


Isidor

P.S.: Hey editor-within-thief: where's my pay?!
I've been busting my brains for a long time now...
And I still have nothing I can pay my Internet bills with.
Nothing for me..just so all the rest of you can get something for
nothing. Sure I get something for nothing too. But I want something for
something and my checks for free...!

This planet is a rip-off!

I'm going back to Plutorus off Pluto.... 

Bye...