WHO IS JOHN GALT?

I saw the question spray painted on the wall of an abandoned building today. Someone in the depressed slums of this city knows how to read. Either that or the question has taken on a new meaning. But for anyone who has read the book Atlas Shrugged, the question I s cry for help, a rage against what is happening, a scream for help.

Obazy is not John Galt.

John Galt believed in the individual and their ability to survive and thrive, to invent and innovate, to do good.

Obazy doesn?t believe any of that. He believes the government needs to take care of the people, to control them, to tell them what they can and cannot do, what they can accomplish, and how much any one person can have. He believes and is building an oppressive government, which will steal freedom in the name of benevolence.

I know who not John Galt is.

Equality and Subjugation

This city is a toilet. It reeks of long suffered ignorance and hate, disguised as tolerance and political correctness.

If you keep shaking the bottle, eventually it will explode. I smack the bottle every chance I get.

There can only be discrimination when one group uses their influence over another and on the dark streets I haunt, that influence is paraded about like card checks at a union meeting. Equality is a utopian dream of socialists. Forcing equality subjugates everyone to the enforcers.

The meek parasites scurry about afraid of their socialist handlers, afraid they may bee seen to have a little more than their neighbor. Equality will destroy this city, in many ways it has already.

Indoctrination of the Youth

The city is hot. The temperature has slowly increased over the past few days, but that hasn?t stopped me from my chosen evening watch. Only a few weeks ago fires raged North west of here, fueled by unpredictable winds. People are starting to wake up to the hell this country is heading toward. I can only hope enough will wake up to the fact in order to stop the increasing tide of government control.

Our youth is being indoctrinated to believe all capitalism is evil. They are being fed a diet of poison at the public schools. Before long kids will be turning in their parents for misdeeds against nature or animals, perhaps one day it will be a crime to have meat more than once a week, and some unlucky parent trying to raise a healthy young child will be turned in. Unfortunately it is not to hard to imagine, a young kid happy that they had meat twice in one week and telling a school friend, and that friend telling the teacher. The next sound would be the parent hearing the verdict of the judge.

This country is not the one I was born in. I put on this costume to protect the innocent against criminals. I don?t know what side I?m on any more. When it become illegal to have meat more than once a week, should I start stalking the kitchens in the neighborhood? No. I will never in crouch on the personal liberties of an individual, I?ll leave that to our government.

You may think I?m joking about having meat more than twice a week, but I?m not the seeds have already been sown. The youth in the public schools are already seeing videos produced by activists with one purpose in life, to see a government that controls every aspect of our lives. The video is out there its called ?The Story of Stuff?, and it?s dangerous it gives kids the wrong idea of capitalism, it tells them that having things is bad, that being warm in the winter and cool in the summer is bad, that having food to eat is bad.

Sometimes I have to stop myself and laugh at the absurdity of this country.

We can only have meat once a week, but already in congress they are passing a bill to set aside more meat for the zombies. They say this will keep them from killing normal humans. Appeasement didn?t work with Germany and it won?t work with the zombies. With the pro-zombie congress and president, normal humans are in dire straits.

I am the Mirrorman, when I look into the soul of a normal human, with a wife a kid and a job. I see fear.

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.

Obazy has troubles with his teleprompter.

The dreadful Obazy lurches to his feet. The cameras are bright and hot, but he maintains a smug smile. He can?t let his zombie blood show through, it is too soon for the public to know that he is half human and half zombie.

With practiced calm he walks to the podium focusing on maintaining his composure in front of the cameras. His mind is blank awaiting the teleprompter to give him the words he will speak.

?I would like to welcome Mr. Obazy to our great country. Here in Russia we have long believed that socialism is the path that leads to??

The president of Russia leans toward Obazy, and speaks imperfect English.

?You are reading my speech.?

Obazy looks at him, with a blank stare, before looking back to the teleprompter.

?leads to communism. I would like to add that Mr. Obazy.?

The Russian president looks up to the ceiling as he realizes Obazy is clueless. In that instant he realizes America is ripe for an invasion.