The first thing that comes to mind about my gun toting neighbors in Daytona Beach is how did they know who I was and why would they hate me? It is easiest to understand if you look at the US in terms of David Wise's Invisible Government, which he claims is the actual working government in this country. Mr. Wise describes this Invisible Government as a loose association of nefarious characters. A series of events that occurred in Daytona Beach demonstrates how this network functions.
Shortly after I moved to Daytona Beach I began going to a lounge called the "Castaways" which was located in one of the beach hotels. I would hop on a trolley and take it south down the beach as far as it went and then I would take a short walk to the Castaways. I would go there just to talk to people and listen to the music. One particular Friday evening I went to the Castaways and was sitting at a railing which separated the dance area from the seating area when I notice a table of 5 or 6 woman. They seemed to be tourists which meant to me that I could interact with them without the fear of fascist interference. I danced with a couple of the women, chatted with them and eventually they invited me to join them at their table. I spent the evening talking with them about regular things like where they were from and what they did for a living and had an enjoyable time. When time approached for me to catch the last trolley heading back north up the beach, I got up from the table, thanked them for a nice evening and headed for the door. As I was starting to leave, the spokesman for the group said they would be there the next night (Saturday) and she invited me to join them if I didn't have any plans. I just responded that I would consider it and then left. As I left, it hit me how strange it was that someone who didn't know anything about me would think I might have plans! Here I was, a political prisoner and torture victim who knew no one in Daytona Beach and who had neighbors who were threatening to shoot me, and because those women knew none of that, they thought I might have plans for the following night. To me, it was hilarious!
The next evening I went back to the Castaways. As I walked in, the people from the previous evening saw me and waived to me, but as I walked over to their table, I could sense that something was wrong. I went to sit down in a vacant chair when several of the people shouted "no, no". "Sit over there, next to Julie." I got up and went over to the empty chair next to Julie. As soon as I sat down, Julie turned to me and started talking.
"After you left last night, two men came over and threatened us for associating with you. The said you were a SPY! We didn't believe them, but who are they?"
I explained as best I could why the men had threatened them, but that I didn't know who they were. The reason the women wanted me to sit next to Julie is that her fiance back in Tennessee was an attorney and their biggest concern was that the neo-Nazi scumbags might follow them back to their home town. Otherwise I was welcome to stay at their table and enjoy the evening with them.
I had not told anyone since arriving in Daytona Beach that I had been in Cuba, or that I was a political prisoner/torture victim, or that I was an enemy of The Crazies. Yet their were people following me and they knew who I was. That is how the neo-Nazi "invisible government" operates. They are cowardly filth that represents Nazi evil in this country.
The next evening I went back to the Castaways. As I walked in, the people from the previous evening saw me and waived to me, but as I walked over to their table, I could sense that something was wrong. I went to sit down in a vacant chair when several of the people shouted "no, no". "Sit over there, next to Julie." I got up and went over to the empty chair next to Julie. As soon as I sat down, Julie turned to me and started talking.
"After you left last night, two men came over and threatened us for associating with you. The said you were a SPY! We didn't believe them, but who are they?"
I explained as best I could why the men had threatened them, but that I didn't know who they were. The reason the women wanted me to sit next to Julie is that her fiance back in Tennessee was an attorney and their biggest concern was that the neo-Nazi scumbags might follow them back to their home town. Otherwise I was welcome to stay at their table and enjoy the evening with them.
I had not told anyone since arriving in Daytona Beach that I had been in Cuba, or that I was a political prisoner/torture victim, or that I was an enemy of The Crazies. Yet their were people following me and they knew who I was. That is how the neo-Nazi "invisible government" operates. They are cowardly filth that represents Nazi evil in this country.
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