The president says he “understands the concerns” of common people. At the risk of using an already overworked term, it’s mind-boggling. In the face of megalomaniacal arrogance like that, even somebody as customarily facile with language as I am finds himself nonplussed. Speechless. Flat out of words.

But I’m a fighter (competition judo is my sport). I fight. This pisses me off so, I’ll try.

First, I don’t believe I’ve ever heard anything as nonsensical or absurd as a man of the history and character of a George W. Bush standing before a presumably rational nation to say that he understands common people. How the hell would that be? Like a lap dog understands a pit bull? A canary a hawk? Maybe like Calamity Jane would understand Mother Teresa?

Mr. Bush, that’s not only bloviating bullshit demagoguery, it’s an insult. There is no way on God’s green earth that a hothouse flower like you could ever have the faintest idea of how a thistle like me feels. You grew up (sort of – let’s just say aged) the scion of a wealthy and politically powerful family. A member of the nation’s royalty, you had unstinting and inexorable support at every step, during every day, and every trial. No one would dare stand in the way of anything you needed or wanted. You got the best of everything. You were not allowed to fail.

In fact, family money, prestige, and power got you out of scrape after scrape, picked you up after every pratfall. The same people who covered for you in school and business covered for you in the National Guard. You were ushered to the highest office in the land, where you now make pious pronouncements concerning character, patriotism, hard work and a grocery list more of things you have only literary and journalistic acquaintance with. Worse, perhaps, you now pontificate on geopolitical, military, and historical matters you have no way to understand except from the small amount of academic history you may have read.

Let me draw a comparison. I had poliomyelitis at five, recovered only to be abandoned first by my father, then my mother, then my grandparents. Drafted (shanghaied is the traditional term for what occurred) at sixteen by the CIA and military, I did criminal missions in Germany, Hungary, and “Finland” (the Soviet Union, actually). In October, 1960, my wife died. So did my daughter. In 1961, a couple months after my wife’s funeral, I went to Cuba with orders to kill Fidel Castro and Che Guevara. I didn’t – once getting there, I learned that everything I had been told was a damned lie. What I did do was the proudest thing I’ve ever done. I warned them.

Returning to the U.S., I faced not only $17, 500 (it was 1961, don’t forget) in debt, but a U.S. government determined to do everything it could to take revenge for my actions in Cuba. I paid the debt, fought back against criminal government, and I survived. I lost my two children to vindictive maternal grandparents and biased law, remarried and started again. In 1977, the United States attacked again, destroying my business, breaking up my marriage and family, and taking steps to assure that I could not return to business or gainful employment.

I fought back, I won, and I recovered. In 1980, I married again, started another business, and paid all the indebtedness resulted from the first U.S. attack (lawyers then cost $75.00 an hour, while those common people you understand so well, Mr. Bush, earned from $3.50 to $15.00 and hour). As soon as I had done that, the United States attacked again. They destroyed my business again, broke my marriage, ruined my credit and began relentless effort to assure that I could not do business or be gainfully employed. This time, they drove my teenage son to three attempts at suicide.

Now I really fought back. I bugged federal offices across the country, and sent the results to senators, congressmen, and the media. Result? You know damned well the result. NOTHING! The government will govern itself? The king will put himself in jail? Sure – just like you “take responsibility.”

Actually, there was a result. From 1986 to 1998, I fought skirmishes and fled federal goons as well as local, state, and federal law enforcement intent upon harassment or killing me on account of directives and public records falsified for the purpose by federal officials. In order to survive the criminal conspiracy on the Potomac, I lived mostly in the wilderness and off the land. I sheltered in a tent or rude huts and wikiup-style buildings built myself, or in a 1971 Ford recreational vehicle given me by a friend. I ate hunted and caught fish, fowl, snakes, and animals big and small. I dug tubers like squaw root, ground nut, and the like. I did odd jobs, taught judo and shooting, coached and taught school on occasion, and fifty things you have never so much as imagined doing.

You understand the common people. You understand their concern when they hear that you are bugging their phones, reading their e-mail, and invading their privacy at every level. Sure you do. Then why don’t you tell them the rest of it?

Things like how a guy like me – I don’t know anybody in a foreign country, much less communicate with them – can be stopped more - it took a while before I started keeping tally - than 109 times on the nation’s streets and highways? That’s in fifteen years. If we have a right to privacy protected by a Fourth Amendment obeyed by the government it is supposed to control, how can one man be burglarized by federal government more – after they got good at it, it became harder and harder to detect, even for the listening and recording devices I was forced to live with - than 60 times?
How does a man with the right to “life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness” get wounded three times by federal snipers, rammed in his car, on his bike, and as a pedestrian by federal vehicles, and fight street skirmish after skirmish with “pull-toy” federal operatives? How does a U.S. District Court rule that for him to have federal records concerning him, “would irreparably damage the tax system of the United States,” and threaten national security?

How does a man lose everything he had worked all his life for, including his family and friends, to income taxation? While you’re telling us how you understand the common people, tell us about that.
A “pull-toy” (and “wind-up toy”) operative, incidentally, is one of the tens of thousands of people government state and federal lets out of prison on the stipulation that they do its criminal dirty work.

Mr. President, you are a patrician who hasn’t enough chance to understand the common man to make you blink if you got it in your eye. What’s more, your rise to power is symptomatic of a nation dying because such a thing is possible. While I’m at it, let me assure you that this common man knows you are a murdering predator, one who hides his wolf’s “fire and forget” behavior behind the “I understand the common man’s concern “ sheep’s clothing. You put mindless drone aircraft over other countries – and, one can assure himself, your own – in order to fire missiles into villages like little one in Pakistan.

You call the dead – women and children – “collateral damage.” That is how much you understand the common man.

Like you, your “War on Terror” is a fraud. Osama bin Laden, Ayman al Zawahiri, and Abu Musab al Zarqawi and “terrorists’ in general are in fact allies, your excuse to feed the Brobdingnagian greed of the military industrialists who own you.

Sir – only a rhetorical device, I assure you; even the fact that I address a man like you is demeaning to me – the common man is not so stupid that he doesn’t see the truth behind “national security” that includes open international borders more than a thousand miles long and open, blatant encouragement of illegal entry. The common man would know also what is going, were he to know that government had the time, money, and manpower to relentlessly pursue another common man, one like me, all over the nation for decades.

While you’re telling them how you understand them, and how you are so concerned for their security, why don’t you tell them that?

"Carthago delenda est." Publius Cornelius Scipio - "Scipio Africanus," once he had succeeded. It means "Carthage is history" (actually, it's most often translated as "must be destroyed," but Latin's ablative absolute voice was a device by which a speaker made it sound as though what he proposed was an accomplished fact).

Why do I mention it here? Well, Carthage was Rome's arch enemy, the bone of contention was the Mediterranean Sea, and the price of failure was the demise of Rome. Momentous. Two days ago, I heard news that shook me as nothing ever in my lifetime has since the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor was announced. I'll never forget it. To the five year old I was then, it was like hearing of the impending end of the world. Shocking, and the principle reason that history became the principle interest and guiding light of my life. Scipio ended each and every address to the Roman Senate and people with the expression "Carthago delenda est." From here on, I will do the same with the expression "George W. Bush must be impeached." Here are my reasons.

Two days ago, the President of the United States announced publicly that he had deliberately violated his oath of office. Specifically, he said that he had ordered persons under his command to violate the Fourth Amendment to the U.S. Constitution he is sworn to preserve, protect and defend. Just for the record, in case we have forgotten, I will recite that oath again here:

 "I do solemnly swear or affirm that I will faithfully execute the office of President of the United States, and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect, and defend the Constitution of the United States."

There is therefore no question concerning the facts. The crime is admitted, and there is an agency of government as big as the National Security Agency as witness to the fact of the crime having been carried out in presumably thousands of instances. On the home page here, I stress the word "must," because to do anything other than impeach the president is a crime in itself, that of subornation or misprision. That means that for the "Nation of Laws" to fail to impeach the president makes it a nation of criminals. Nothing else is legal. There is no legal alternative.

Of course, we will witness again in the days to come yet another vindication of the charges I've made in my book "Letters to Aaron." It will demonstrate yet another time the truth of what I said on the capitol steps in Denver, Colorado all these years ago (1987). I promised that day to avail myself of Colorado's then infamous "make my day law," and to kill anyone I caught in the burglary of my house, home, or office. Turning to agents of the federal government standing above me on the capitol steps that day, I said directly, "If I catch you in my house, I will kill you there." In my book, the second edition of which is soon to be published, I tell of a decades long war with a government who did repeatedly what the president has admitted doing and arrogantly defended.

For years, beginning in 1977, the federal government of the U.S. violated my constitutional right to "be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects against unreasonable searches and seizures . . ." at will. They "seized" (stole) everything they happened to take a fancy to - even pictures of my wife in the nude. They stole things as legally meaningless to an official purpose as a World War Two German medal. Whatever purpose was officially stated, another was obvious - deliberately so. That was to demonstrate to me that I was helpless before their power, nothing. They were wrong. They were wrong because they made their assessment of my strength on the basis of their own corrupted concept of strength. They have no real understanding of freedom, its price or exercise, you see.

Therefore, Mr. President, I will repeat myself here: If I catch you in the illegal invasion of my house, I will kill you there. If I catch you tapping my telephone, or reading my mail - email or otherwise - you will pay the most severe price I can legally exact. If you or your criminal agents harass or assault me publicly, I will smash the hand or hands that touch me. Inasmuch as I still respect the law you hold in public contempt, I will also deliver the criminals to a magistrate. Go to my home page here and read the motto. I am not some rabbit you hold in a cage; I am a free man, and I will stay free or die in the effort.

I suggest further that you consider how long now, and how many times, I have proved that.

For my country, whom I would teach the discipline of freedom and free men, we are at a turning point in the history of our nation. As I have been saying here (see my essay), our government has been taken over in a covert and largely silent coup d'etat. Steadily, the military industrial complex and its owners have chiseled away pieces of our hard-won and much-cherished freedoms. To be sure, we have invited them. We've invited them by following the path taken by the Athenians as described by the historian Gibbons. Let me again remind you:

“In the end, more than freedom, the Athenians wanted security. They wanted a comfortable life, and they lost it all - security, comfort, and freedom. When the Athenians finally wanted not to give to society but for society to give to them, when the freedom they wished for most was freedom from responsibility, then Athens ceased to be free and was never free again.”

For the sake of security, to be free of fear, want, illness, and the necessity for development of the character that made us great in the first place, we have handed over more and more of our responsibility to and for self to government. The male republic, as Plato warned, gave way to the female democracy, and the effeminate democracy would not tolerate those who wanted to remain free of the seemingly protective and comfortable social prison provided by resultingly bigger and bigger government.

Now this. The effeminate nation, dominate politically by women and effeminate, metrosexual males chose a bumbling and bungling incompetent whose one apparent life accomplishment has been having escaped incipient alcoholism; and those same, effeminate people somehow decided that Mr. Bush's bellicose speeches would mean safety from a bugaboo enemy, one created largely by both the limp-wristed bungling of his predecessor (another feminist favorite, need I remind you?) and that of the incompetent in question during his first term.

The astonishing stupidity of having put back on guard duty the guard who slept during the new enemy's first sneak commando attack will leave history's head shaking for the rest of time. Only the female proclivity - utterly atavistic need, as a matter of fact - for convolute, malapropping, euphemistic and reality-evading language can explain anything so irrational and un-male. Whatever. All I will accomplish with that is more idiotic rhetoric and polemics. "Let's talk." Suffice it to say that we have come from a time when "Americans" (I continue to remind you that there are thirty-four other nations in this hemisphere) concept of freedom was expressed thusly,

"Those who would trade safety for freedom deserve neither.” -Thomas Jefferson

“Those who would sacrifice a little freedom for temporal safety deserve neither to be safe or free.” -Benjamin Franklin

“If ye love wealth greater than liberty, the tranquility of servitude greater than the animating contest for freedom, go home from us in peace. We seek not your counsel, nor your arms. Crouch down and lick the hand that feeds you; May your chains set lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that ye were our countrymen.” -Samuel Adams

“Why stand we here idle? What is that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price of the chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what the course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!” -Patrick Henry

to a time where a public official dares the latest outrage by the Bush Administration (if, by the way, you think me too harsh in my remarks concerning feminism and the new male equivalent, consider and compare the public remarks of women in the Congress today).

Oh, I can hear it already. It's Sunday morning, and were I not here typing (and could I stomach it), I could go downstairs and listen to the sycophant apologists for their cynical and sneering hero president. I'm not "into" one-liners, but this one is a slam-dunk. The end will justify the means. If the Bush League puts us in a big, continental-wide prison, we'll be safe. Maybe we should remind them again concerning how well federal protection worked in New Orleans. But there is a greater danger, even, than the sometimes (can anybody really be this stupid, or are they up to something . . .?) incredible incompetence of federal government. In the next few days, we will decided before the world whether we are in fact, that "Nation of Laws" so vaunted to the world, or just another criminal oligarchy run by the criminally avaricious, acquisitive, and concupiscent rich. CAN THE GOVERNMENT VIOLATE THE LAW WITH IMPUNITY? QUIS CUSTODET IPSOS CUSTODES - WHO WILL WATCH THE WATCHMEN?

So we decide. For those who need to convince us that we are winning the latest war foisted upon them by the people who sell war like a pimp sells sex, those who say they must win at all cost the "War on Terror," let me point out that if you let a president get away with what this one has done, you are losing. The enemy has accomplished a very important mission, to destroy the very thing this president himself has proclaimed "they hate - our freedom."

Let me, finally, remind the feminist females and the disgusting male willing to pander for their favor of something: That is that during my adult life, I have never experienced any real difficulty with the common or even corporate criminal. Just too strong and too smart - made that way by "the animating contest for freedom." But I have struggled to survive against the overwhelming and ruthless power of the criminal in federal government. In "Letters," I tell of the street bullies who once made my life a nightmare. I tell how I learned from them, too, however. I learned to recognize one of their kind at five hundred yards, just from the way he moved and walked. I learned to read his face, his eyes, his hands. George W. Bush is an arrogant bully. You let him get away with this, and you will have repeated the mistake made by so many like the Alabama National Guard, the Texas Rangers, and a host of others. Remember how he got to where he is. He'll keep going. When the inch this time has become the mile it inevitably will, you'll have learned the lesson the bullies of my boyhood taught me. You'll have learned the lesson the Athenians learned.

Fortunately for me, I learned the lesson before it was too late. In your case we're about to see.