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"...John Ford Rots In Prison, Still!"

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 "...All things in moderation..." covers even moderation! So—to "flip out," now and then, is best allowed! Better keep your eyes wide open, friend, and hear the righteous "soap box" 'cause the season for it grows and won't be cowed!

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I'll play the tune I hear, as I eschew their programed fear... There're "laws" providing same we can imagine! That their threat's in many places far beyond ones sense's graces; we can run afoul these claws in our distraction!

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...Another's "run afoul," made some charges—caused a row!  Recall, again, Ford's crime of yester-year? Remember he's in gulag now for years without a "trial"? Can't you see him sitting quietly, his face bereft a smile?

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Remember his "confession"!  Its premise... poorly fashioned ... the truth, perhaps if known to you—just slow assassination! You'd have some answers, at the last—you'd be refreshed, refueled and gassed if Johnny Ford's restored or recommissioned!

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Not mentioned since our summer of abnormal discontent, still, Ford remains in gulag, minus bail! This is not incarceration, it is dogged persecution, so it's so much more than prison, or a jail.

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A *threat* to dangerous shadows, he is locked up in their hole; he is incommunicado; he is totally controlled. He is fed his spice-less meals lacking interest or confection, and he's led around in routine's mindless grunge, less expectation... He is made to follow orders from the folks he'd disrespect, but he's drugged to an indifference—indistinct... and he forgets!

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And I'm sure they've had occasion, and I'll bet it's off the books ... there've been 'lectrodes on his temples, and they've zapped him—brain cells cooked? Bet the piss ran down his pants leg, and he fouled his issue shorts! I'll bet he trembled in convulsion, shallow breathing—gasping snorts. His jaws were sore for days, I'll bet, from clenched electrocution. He's wondered "what the hell" ... he's wept ... he's wallowed in confusion...

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...And that was just the high point, folks! It's a pay back, day by day. He challenged *their* authority—you can bet *they* make him pay. He had the gall to stand up straight, and ask the tougher questions. He questioned the hypocrisy, so he suffers their "correction." What Ford had—I've not the courage... and neither, friend, have you. We're stunned by Ford's example... as the facts of it? They're true.

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Go too hard against a "current" even though you have the right? It won't MATTER it's America if the *man's* put out a mite!

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It won't MATTER, then, your facts are straight; you studied hard ... you stayed up late.

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It matters not your conscience screams for better times and "come-true" dreams.

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It shall not matter ground you hold is higher held, and brave, or bold —Culture can ... will grind you down... angry frowns... hurt profound...

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"Cool Hand Luke" was just some movie, so it's likely John was broken. Beyond repair, he breaths some spit, he coughs—no, and I'm not jokin'. It's unlikely he can be restored!  He is likely so alone. In a raptors's crop of culture he is ground betwixt its stones.

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It has swallowed up his message, and it's neutralized his effort; it has cancelled, at the last, his contribution, mind, and spirit. It has buried very deeply what it truly fears—his synergy. To serve its ends? The same for you! See, it's fearful of your energy!

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And that's a point! First him, then me—and finally down to you! ...Too, this despite good service, or an honor bright and true? Expect them to be living with the rules they make for you, and be sadly disappointed, friend, betrayed... deceived anew!

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Bottom line? It's double standard. It's a tilted playing field. The rich get rich; the poor get poor; the weakest sans all shield. The best lack all conviction, and are neutralized by fear; the worst (?) intense with passion, and they take you in arrears! Get in their way—you're in the grinder, and you're subject to their sword. Without regard to righteousness ... brought down like our John Ford!

 

 

 

  • John Ford is a career "non-violent"!
  • ...Folks, to save a few dollars for platinum fixtures and trophy wives, they push exponentially more mendacious, psychotic, and otherwise sociopathic monsters ...persons prone to extreme criminality... from their overstocked prisons every freaking DAY! Forget the irony that John Ford, by any disinterested report..., was no monster!
  • ..."Was no monster," reader! ...Quite the opposite actually!
  • He was a little guy with a spotless reputation, lawfully, if ardently, investigating a big guy... a "big guy" who could bear no investigation, of any type, at all!  Math done, you begin to get the drift.
  • Yes. John Ford was an educated, honored, principled, and retired court officer—wounded in the line of duty—with a great reputation and a masters degree who supported his mom. His antagonist, John Powell, was a criminal entrepreneur at the head of a gargantuan, currupt, and local government in the state of New York and subsequently CONVICTED for enormous crimes... resulting, by the way, in no record of hard jail-time this writer can find!
  • Excuse me!
  • This was all late last century, reader... an innocent John Ford rots in prison, still.

. Restore John Ford!

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