Thursday, October 19, 2017

The 14th amendment is unconstitutional by Ken LaRive


The 14th amendment is unconstitutional

One reason government is so powerful and we the people weak are the 14th amendment. From its inception it has diminished personal freedom, is the vanguard for Federal domination of private property, and the overpowering destruction of our congressional right for self-government at state and local levels. Using court injunction orders along with operative efforts of withdrawing federal funding, the Federal Government can control and force their dictum unchallenged by Executive Order. In essence, the 14th Amendment enslaved an entire nation to a far-reaching and all-encompassing Federal Government.

Both the U.S. Supreme Court and all inferior courts as well, do not challenge the unconstitutionality of the 14th Amendment because they have been granted overt powers without reserve or restriction. This, in and of itself, is traitorous, and it is one of many reasons why Dr. Paul could not be President. The Progressives and Neocons, both fingers of the same hand would not allow it.

The 14th Amendment is unconstitutional, and here is why...
1. The Joint Resolution proposing said amendment was not submitted to or adopted by a Constitutional Congress per Article I, Section 3, and Article V of the U. S. Constitution.
2. The Joint Resolution was not submitted to the President for his approval as required by Article I, Section 7 of the U. S. Constitution.
3. The proposed 14th Amendment was rejected by more than one-fourth of all the States then in the Union, and it was never ratified by three-fourths of all the States in the Union as required by Article V of the U. S. Constitution.
At the time of this resolution in 1865, 28 Senators were unlawfully excluded from the U. S. Senate to secure a two-thirds vote for adoption of the Joint Resolution proposing the 14th Amendment. These are the 15 states who formally opposed it:
Alabama rejected the 14th Amendment on Dec. 7, 1866.
Louisiana rejected the 14th Amendment on Feb. 6, 1867.
Texas rejected the 14th Amendment on Oct. 27, 1866.
Georgia rejected the 14th Amendment on Nov. 9, 1866.
Florida rejected the 14th Amendment on Dec. 6, 1866.
North Carolina rejected the 14th Amendment on Dec. 14, 1866.
Arkansas rejected the 14th Amendment on Dec. 17, 1866.
South Carolina rejected the 14th Amendment on Dec. 20, 1866.
Kentucky rejected the 14th Amendment on Jan. 8, 1867.
Virginia rejected the 14th Amendment on Jan. 9, 1867.
Louisiana rejected the 14th Amendment on Feb. 6, 1867.
Delaware rejected the 14th Amendment on Feb. 7, 1867.
Maryland rejected the l4th amendment on Mar. 23, 1867.
Mississippi rejected the 14th Amendment on Jan. 31, 1867.
Ohio rejected the 14th amendment on Jan. 16, 1868.
New Jersey rejected the 14th Amendment on Mar. 24, 1868.
As an example, Texas protested as follows:
"The amendment to the Constitution proposed by this joint resolution as article XIV is presented to the Legislature of Texas for its action thereon, under Article V of that Constitution. This article V, providing the mode of making amendments to that instrument, contemplates the participation by all the States through their representatives in Congress, in proposing amendments. As representatives from nearly one-third of the States were excluded from the Congress proposing the amendments, the constitutional requirement was not complied with; it was violated in letter and in spirit; and the proposing of these amendments to States which were excluded from all participation in their initiation in Congress, is a nullity."
The U. S. Constitution clearly provides in Article I, Section 3 that "The Senate of the United States shall be composed of two Senators from each State" and in Article V it provides: "No State, without its consent, shall be deprived of its equal suffrage in the Senate."

Fifteen States out of the thirty-seven of that early Union rejected the proposed 14th Amendment. It should have nullified the resolution at that point, and made a ratification impossible, without a required three-fourths approval.

Author's note: Three elements to consider...

With a mere stroke of a pen President Trump can nullify this amendment, but the powers that control our nation will not let that happen. Kennedy tried it, and he is dead. It has ignited a spark in every liberty-minded Patriot, and this revolution is not over with yet... In fact, it has just begun, reborn from a generation of complicity. Reborn on the ashes of a dying Republic, and diminished Civil Liberty.  Only vigilance... constant and unrelenting, can our Republic survive. It must be fought for every generation. Once it is gone, it will be extremely difficult to get it back without violence. A patriotic president is our only hope...

The 14th amendment was organized by Socialists, morphing into the Progressives who gave us the Unconstitutional Federal Reserve one hundred and three years ago. Both should finally be recognized as null and void, but the 14th amendment inhibits that from happening. Progressives will never relinquish control of both our White House, and media, without a fight.

We are protected by a Constitution, but not if it is ignored. And all those who intentionally thwart the Constitution should be branded a traitor, and duly arrested as such. We should make a special place for them in Leavenworth, and Guantanamo Bay...  brave words from a Country with its hands tied.

God Bless America, and give her the strength to regain our liberty, from tyranny.

And that the said Constitution be never construed to authorize Congress to infringe the just liberty of the press,  or the rights of conscience; or to prevent the people of the United States, who are peaceable citizens, from keeping their own arms; or to raise standing armies, unless necessary for the defense of the United States, or of some one or more of them; or to prevent the people from petitioning, in a peaceable and orderly manner, the federal legislature, for a redress of grievances; or to subject the people to unreasonable searches and seizures of their persons, papers or possessions.

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

My biggest fear by Ken LaRive

It had started to rain, as I remember, and we were all trapped inside. I was sitting on my sofa taking a break from playing with stuffed animals and dress-up, reading my newspaper. From the side of my eye I saw a little dimpled hand reach out and touch my forehead. "Why are you frowning Pops? What's wrong?"

I looked up to see her blue eyes squinting at me with four-year-old concern... And with a flash of wonder realized that her tiny fingers had touched my frown, and so I immediately gave her a big smile.

"Oh, it's nothing darling!" I said. "Pops is just trying to study his newspaper. I'm trying to learn what it says." And to me, this seemed to console her, as she gave me a big smile too. She turned and again sat down on the carpet with her big brother to play Legos... but turned to look at me again, and with something like an afterthought she said: "You're learning about sad things Pops?"

But she didn't want an answer for that. All she wanted was to build a red wall with her Lego set, and hoped that I would sit with them and help. And as I searched the shoe box for another red cube to snap together, I felt a rush of fear sweep through me, a chill to the very bone, and I struggled with everything I had to hide it. I saw their world unfolding, and mine unraveling, and I thought of the possibility that no matter how much I tried, I could not stop it. It was too big. A new world was being created on the ashes of the old, a dismantling of the country I thought my own.

I saw them in debt, a debt that could never be paid. I saw that they would never have a moment of complete solitude, or privacy, or liberty, or ever know truth. I saw that they would be slaves to a system that would attempt to project itself in their minds as an original thought, with a scientifically propagandized methodology long proven to coerce and control. 
I saw God displaced by technology without bounds, science without ethics, and a collective ego without imagination, or free expression. I saw a system designed to manage their thoughts, attempting to intimately own their very souls. And I saw, from my own eyes, bleary with tears held in check, and a lump in my throat from dread, that I was the only thing standing in the way. Me, Pops.

As I look back over my life, and what by the grace of God I have created, I find myself responsible for this world. Just as I have taken responsibility for my own action, so too do I take responsibility for my inaction. I should have stood up long ago. I should have studied more, tried harder, and got involved. And from deep inside of my heart, from a place that holds all of the dusty regrets shelved and tightly sealed, to keep my sanity, I can only say, I'm so very sorry. I'm so sorry my little ones. And I know that most likely by the time you realize this world for what it is, I'll be long gone.

I hope you live in a world of enlightenment, illuminated by truth, and your hearts are full of love and joy. If you have found this around you, I could rest easy in eternity, because I know by my study that the liberty that creates this is not free, and that someone bled to give it to you. So know this, I love you more than anything in this world, and I'll kept trying until my dying day, just as I know you will for your own grand kids, by the grace of God.


Monday, October 9, 2017

The Oath keeper who thought he stood alone by Ken LaRive

The Oath keeper who thought he stood alone

Back in the year 1959, three nine-year-old boys walked together laughing all the way to the Pitt Theater, three blocks from home. Back then young kids could do that with relative safety in New Orleans. Today it is rare to find a sidewalk to walk on, but back then they were installed with the safety of children in mind. It was a place where kids could ride their bicycles, both day and night... where women pushed strollers, and waved to their neighbors sitting on their porch stoops. Children would say, "Hey, mom, I'm going to ride around the block..." And a loving mother said yes. 

Today, that Old Gentilly neighborhood is a war zone, with overgrown lots that fall over the sidewalks like an encroaching jungle. It is indeed a jungle, and no exaggeration to say that a child is in as much danger as a Vietnam War zone. New Orleans is neck and neck with Chicago as the murder capital of the entire United States, and there seems nothing will be done about it. President Trump said he would push back, but we still wait, and die in a sanctuary city. 

In retrospect, there seems to be many ways to destroy a community, and indeed, New Orleans was finished culturally decades before Katrina.  Was Katrina responsible for the death of both my parents? Was it their lack of judgment to ignore the warnings? Or was it an inept an unprepared administration, who balanced party politics with the lives of people... and as they, our elected officials, cried as victims, unidentified bodies rotted without refrigeration for six weeks... yes, we had a closed casket, and I will remember the smell of my father's wallet... it smelled of Progressive-ism.   

Not being able to rebuild after a natural disaster shows a fatal flaw in that cultural mindset at face value. White flight came from the ever-increasing violence, stimulated by lazy, low self-esteem,  government instilled racism, to a socialistic tax burden designed to support it. And now, even traveling in your car at high noon, one can see the handiwork of what can only be described as the disintegration of the Progressive breeding program. 

High Noon

With about a dollar in our collective pockets, we would share a large box of popcorn, still able to buy a fountain coke each with what was left. We thought about the newly air-conditioned theater and its darkened recesses that lit up our world with adventure, and that day on the marquee it read in bold letters, "High Noon."

Looking back, it seems a complicated script for a nine year old to grasp, but we understood it well enough. An old sheriff was about to get married to a beautiful girl, and in the process retire from law enforcement. Unfortunately, on the very same day, an ex-con, put away by the sheriff years ago, was returning on the noon train to meet up with his former gang to exact revenge. What incredibly bad luck! But the amazing part was that every person in town, including his wife to be, even his deputy, wanted him to leave on the morning stage. During that movie, our young minds grappled with the reasons why he could not. It was sometime near the very end where it finally made sense. Sheriff Will Kane, played by Gary Cooper, was an Oath Keeper.

Years before, he had taken an Oath, and his decision had nothing to do with retirement. It had nothing to do with the dollar a day he was paid, or the fear that gripped his very soul as he realized that he alone was to face this evil man and his gang who wanted him dead. In the mix of this twisted plot he painfully understood that the people he had risked his life for, all of those many years, would not be coming to his aid. But still, his oath was stronger, a standard bigger then himself. 

And so it seems, just a few of my generation are asking themselves, what would an honorable man do in our world today? What should an oath keeper do in a world of power hungry men without principle, and what of the seemingly mindless and lazy cowards who would sell their own children into the bondage and servitude of debt while watching a Saints game with a six-pack? How can you remain an oath keeper when you look around and find yourself alone?

The truth I can hardly admit...

I knew little to nothing about politics, the workings of my government, the dealings of international bankers and institutions, the shadows of the Federal Reserve, our Constitution and Bill of Rights, and my selective ignorance had no base, no roots to build an honorable man. I considered myself, in my own mind, a political writer for fifteen years, but I see now I was living a lie.

Every day I walked about polishing my self-made collar, and looked about me with arrogance and disgust for those who were not as enlightened, those not quite so savvy, and I could argue like a devil's advocate for hours. I was under the umbrella of my teachers, and then my editors...One would think I would be ashamed of that fact, but amazingly I am not, and just the contrary. You see, I was a product of my environment. I argued about foolish things to mostly foolish people, and that is the rub. Truth had nothing to do with what motivated me or most anyone I knew, nor does it to most writers of these times... I adhered to the illusions of self importance, with a talent to proclaim a view with selfishly motivated volition. It was my ego that motivated me... and I wanted to be considered enlightened, to get respect and praise for my endeavors.

Looking back, there were some who seemed to realize America's plight, but for personal reasons they remained silent. I think it was because they knew they would have to stand alone, and that takes an amazing amount of courage to do. Their primary responsibility was to keep their job, for the sake of family. How terrible that must be for a person of honor, where truth is sacrificed for a life style, for a safe existence. It is a mislaid responsibility, and I know that very well.

But then, something profound happened around midnight almost ten years ago. While surfing a YouTube historical speech, I saw a man talking about the future, my future... a man who had consistently warned us all for three decades, and what he said was now reality. I saw in his words a profound truth, a truth so weighty and insightful, that it struck me to the very core of who I was. For the first time I saw that I could be as a responsible man, and realized the virtual enslavement of the Country I so loved. I saw... I came to realize, that we have all been betrayed. This deliverance did not come from a pounding fist, screams into a microphone, or flaying gestures... It came from the mind and heart of a humble man, with the soft spoken and measured words that comes from the knowing, a brave and profound perception honed into consciousness by truth. His name was Ron Paul.

He is a man of honor and of genuineness, an oath keeper, and I watched him slandered and betrayed, just like myself, and every American. His words, however, did not influence me to believe I was a victim, and just the contrary. I was enriched with the knowledge that I was responsible too, and that galvanized me to press forward, even if I was alone. . .


Mark Twain said: "Truth is mighty and will prevail. There is nothing the matter with this, except that it ain't so." There is also the old adage that "History is written by the victors." attributed to Winston Churchill, but of unknown origin. And so, in this profundity of American folklore twit, where does an honorable man fit in? Where does a seeker of truth go, when a so-called truth-seeker is reviled and scorned by the very controllers of media?

How can our children learn the meaning and gravity of an Oath in a world where it is ridiculed? Who but a choice few would seek death before dishonor as a standard, when the newest generation is weaned on Ninja Turtles and Peewee Herman? Can something be salvaged in a feel-good world where anything goes? Yes, it most definitely can, and is. I have seen it firsthand. Ever wonder why the followers of Dr. Paul cannot be swayed? It isn't brainwashing, but the effort of learning, and once understood can never be denied. Truth is like that.

It is said that a new generation is emerging, from the gobbledygook of conditioned minds to an intellectual revolution in thought. It is called the Liberty movement.

Since that election in 2008, I have tried to fathom just what is facing America, and few will disagree that finding truth is extremely daunting. Though I don't know exactly how it will turn out, it will be a monumental challenge for those who hold that higher standard. As a Libertarian, I find myself mostly betrayed by the Tea Party movement and of course the Republican Party, as I originally thought I would have given my life to defend them both. And today, both the Liberty movement and what I had studied of a Libertarian mindset, has been usurped by those who want to promote their own agenda, be it open borders, gay marriage, abortion, or the overt destruction of our Constitution. I saw that the original premise the Tea Party had was sound, and I reveled as we started our meetings with the Pledge of Allegiance and a solemn prayer. 

Both parties have lost their standard long ago, possibly with the incarnation of the Federal Reserve, or even further back with Lincoln's destruction of State's Rights during The Civil War, or America becoming a corporation in 1871.

Perhaps we were not fools, just played by a stacked hand, as the original thoughts that galvanized us as patriots disintegrated under our trusting eyes. Teocon infiltration from the so called ultra right on the cusp of this Wilson Progressive mindset, is instilled by a secular media, and a government-run educational system from kindergarten to University insures our collective and trusting servitude. This shadow government has the ability to print money, to increase the national debt from six trillion to twenty trillion in just nine years, and it seems few care. What in the world can we do? They have stopped us from even looking at our gold in Fort Knox for over fifty years, and the Federal Government is controlled by an international corporation called The Federal Reserve, while an International Monetary Fund, operated by the Rothschild bankers, orchestrate both war and peace. 

The Oath Keeper still lives...

Even in cold duplicity, the Liberty movement is alive, in spite of the fact it is continually strangled and hidden from view by every form of media, and Beltway lobbyists who control our Congress. But an Oath Keeper knows the honor of upholding an oath, from the Boy Scouts, the Military, to our local police force, who will uphold our constitution with their lives. They do not cower under the pressure of power, no matter how encompassing, no matter what the consequences... and that will save us. I believe this with every fiber of my being, and it fills me with hope.

I'm still that young boy who realized that "Have Gun Will Travel and the Knights of the Round Table" meant MIGHT FOR RIGHT, and not MIGHT IS RIGHT, and even as a Boy Scout at thirteen, my oath was: "On my honor I will do my best, to do my duty to God and my Country..." And I see now, as a man of 68, that an oath is a man's sacred word, and his truest and righteous measure. I learned this ideal from other men, other oath keepers, even from an actor on the silver screen, so long ago. Yes, I saw it, and I incorporated it into the mindset of the man I wanted so hard to become.... I took the oath to protect and defend the Constitution of the United States from all enemies both domestic and foreign when I joined the Navy, and I feel compelled beyond measure to do just that, right now. I want my liberty back, my civil liberty restored, as my Liberty is not granted by any man or institution, but given to me as a gift from God Almighty, my creator. 

Yes, I remember the fear in Cooper's eyes, and I have that too. I'm sure our enemies see it, and bet we will not back off. But there is something stronger than my fear, more valuable than even my own life, something far greater than myself. Give me Liberty, or give me death. You see, I am now convinced that if you cannot find something to die for, you have very little to live for... We have borrowed this life, and our country, from our children, and responsible for it. That sir, is all the volition I need. Do NOT tread on me. 

Let me reiterate on one most important point: Voluntary Servitude...

So finally, just a singular thought to the man who is fighting within himself, weighing both option and redress for the decision to be an Oath Keeper. Violence is indeed the last option, but know well that never in the history of the world has a power relinquished control without bloodshed. Never. Perhaps, if we push to adhere to the Constitution, this will not be necessary. And remember, our founders gave us the second amendment, and it wasn't for the hunter. It was to have the ability to push back from Tyranny. Slavery can only occur when the oppressed resigns himself. The day you visualize and believe will be the day you take control of your own life. And just at the last moment, like when Cooper looked around for enemies and saw that indeed his friends came through for him... It is found to be human nature to resist the yoke of dominion, and there are people of like mind who will stand with you at high noon. 

Those who oppress us hide behind mountains of paperwork and red tape, but when sought will withdraw like a roach caught in a flashlight. They are circus clowns and illusionists, and most are nothing more than paid actors, even the violent activist are compensated, and their primary study is deceit... Look at the media, and you will see it. 

All wars are Banker wars, and has been throughout human history, and it has worked extremely well for them to the point where they are poised to control the entire world with their central banking cartel. How very nice for them, but in my mind they do not own me, and that will be their undoing. You see, servitude is voluntary, and I do not want to play, and I'm tired to the very bone of living a lie...  

I am an American, and I love my God.  Men like me will die, but the oath will continue. There will be another Patriot who will pick up that gauntlet, and stand alone in a world designed to crush him. 

Always Faithful,

Ken LaRive