New World Order

Last night was hot; the city sweltered in the early spring heat wave. Most of the inhabitants were still trying to hold off on using there air conditioners, since the weather soothsayers on the evening news said a drastic cooling trend was only a day a way.

The night was dark; the waning crescent wouldn?t rise until early morning. It was a perfect night for me to patrol the streets, and root out crime. The only thing is the thugs didn?t cooperate, the streets were empty. The lack of johns had hookers abandoning there corners, clubs were quiet, and no sound from the parks.

The night was too peaceful for this dark and degenerate city. I didn?t like it, but there was nothing for me to do. I pulled out papers I had printed from the internet concerning the New Deal put forth by President Roosevelt, and started reading through them.

A quote by James Paul Warburg struck me as appropriate for the current day, and an ominous prediction of the future. Speaking on Feb. 17, 1950, to the United States Senate Committee on Foreign Relations he said, ?We shall have World Government, whether or not we like it. The only question is whether world government will be achieved by conquest or consent."

I?m starting to believe that my fight against the zombies may be in vain and that the New World Order may be the real enemy. Obazy does everything he can to coddle and the zombies, but are they the real threat to this country. Seeking to tie the dots to an organization bent on controlling the world with a global government, may be beyond the abilities of this costumed crime fighter. But I may be brought into the fight against my will, as I watch our constitution eliminated piece by piece, and our economy handed over to the government in the form of bailouts and stimulus packages. I can only wonder when the citizens, so burdened by debt, will stand up and scream out their rage. Herein lies the apex to the crisis, will the collective conscious of the masses demand help from an all powerful government or will they demand freedom from the tyranny.

I don?t know what the answer will be, for I am the mirrorman, I can tell what one man will do when I look in his eyes, but I cannot read the whole.

I will abide my time, and watch. I will make notes. Eventually I will connect the dots.

Perhaps I have already been brought into the fight. Perhaps.

When Atlas Cried

I just finished reading Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand for possibly the tenth time. The book has never seemed more relevant in any time that it does today.

As I chase down crime and violence in the streets, I connect the dots back to the root cause of this modern day plague. I look deeper than the dysfunctional family; I look to the dysfunctional administration that is currently driving the nation to a collision course with anarchy. Obazy Mouch, in his attempt to gain equality for the zombies by nationalizing everything that was once the backbone of this countries economy, has enslaved millions to his skewed ideology of what is best. He has taken away desire and replaced it with apathy, removed allegiance and replaced it with obedience, and perverted loyalty by requiring a test to prove it.

No more can a young kid think that the way to get ahead is to work hard, start a business work harder and reap the benefits. That is an outdated way of thinking, the kid now must think of doing the minimum, and being held on an equal footing with everyone else. It is evil to try to get a head of others; it is evil to make money. Only the omniscient government is able to manage companies, and people.

Obazy is enslaving the normals and the zombies with every speech he makes every law he signs, he pisses away the rights that were ours as if they meant no more to him that the fly buzzing around his head.

I continue to seek out crime and injustice on the streets, even though I know the cause. And now I seek out something else in my nocturnal haunts, I have begun a new quest a quest for John Galt.

I am the Mirrorman. I see what others fear.

Who is the Mirrorman

Many people want to know who I am. Beyond the costumed crime fighter, people want to know my true identity. Since I have put a dent in the pocket books of professional criminal, they are the most desperate to find out who I am. The law enforcement officials are just as eager to know who I am, and put me behind bars.

Why are these two diametrically opposed groups in agreement when it comes to knowing who I am? Perhaps it is to prove that I am merely a man and nothing more.

Who am I? It is easy I am a man born in American and until recently I was a free citizen. I am a man born from the ideals set for and debated in the federalist papers. I am who Alexander Hamilton saw when he envisioned a free America. I am a man who works to better himself with no help or handout from anyone or any government, I demand freedom. I am a man who believes in the equality of all men, and if this tenant was truly believed throughout the world, there would be no wars, no famine, and no need for a government of any kind.

Who am I? I am the man you want to become, before you are told that you must pay for other citizen?s lack of motivation and drive, with your own money. I am the man you want to become, before you learn that you exist at the behest of a government.

Who am I? I am you. I am the Mirrorman.