Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Tagged (Part II)

I don't remember 1991. Other than being numb for a whole year, I have very little recollection of it. I only remember that my wife and I traveled in one car for that and several more years. It was quite a hassle.

At the beginning of 1992 I got fired from the university. There's really no other way to put that, even though the university might not want to put it in those harsh a terms. I worked for them for another year for free (I, in turn, kept all of my computer and telephone equipment) operating the data center remotely. Even though I was told to exit in January, I didn't actually leave the payroll until June. In June I went into business as a contract software engineer at $75.00 an hour. Not bad.

But June was also the trial, a trauma I'm not likely to forget. Most people try to hush this particular crime up. Not us. We played the entire thing out on television. I did interviews with the three networks daily in front of the courthouse. After the trial, we did an interview out at our house that won the TV station a reporting award. I guess it was all our way of trying to communicate to women that if this happens to you, don't hide it, report it! and then prosecute!

Life might have gotten back to normal if it hadn't been for two seemingly unrelated events: the 1992 presidential election and my hard drive crashed. The presidential election was in November and my hard drive crashed in the summer. 1992 was the first time (and probably the last) in my life time that a third party candidate had a decent shot at the presidency. My hard drive contained all of my personal information, including and especially my income taxes. I was unable to file by the already extended August 15th deadline because I no information with which to do it. I became a tax protestor by default. Disillusioned with my Republican brethren and of course, not willing to vote for a Democrat, I joined in the campaign for Ross Perot.

One other event began punctuating my life in 1992: talk radio. I started listening to Rush Limbaugh. Now, Rush wasn't saying what I wanted to hear about Ross, mind you, but he was funny nevertheless. Rush has changed the culture. He made being a conservative cool.

The summer and fall of '92 us Ross backers began meeting in the show room of a local Volks Wagon dealership. We met, and stategized, and campaigned. We made signs. We took abuse from a 75% Republican town. We even held a parade. We decorated our cars with campaign stuff. Our '89 red Ford Probe was decorated so well we could have put it in the Tournament of Roses parade and people would have applauded. It was the most fun campaign I've ever done. We delivered almost 25% of the vote in our county, one of the highest percentages in the country.

The coolest part of the experience is the friendships made. Those of us who really got down and campaigned got very close. Ross formed United We Stand America after he lost the election and we became the local chapter. I was elected president of the local chapter. I was the guy that went on TV and radio ... again.

1993 was the toughest political fight of my life: NAFTA. It was in 1993 that I met Ross Perot. We had an anti-NAFTA strategy meeting in Dallas with key UWSA leaders. Our local UWSA chapter had become an information gathering group. We studied everything. By the time I met Ross, I had become aware of the conspiracy theories regarding the so-called New World Order. NAFTA, the trade treaty uniting the U.S., Mexico, and Canada was, I felt (and still do), a nail in the coffin of U.S. sovereignty. I fought it with everything I knew.

I went on television nine times fighting against NAFTA. I debated my congressman on live television. I'm a good debater ... he's better. He was a blue dog Democrat ... a "conservative" Democrat. I didn't consider him conservative, nor did I consider supporting NAFTA a wise or conservative action. It was a bad deal for the U.S., and especially for Texas. We lost. I worked every election cycle since to take out that congressman and finally took him out in 2004.

1993 was the year I began to really read. I mean really read. I read everything from Larry Tribe to Robert Bork. I read the constitution over and over. I read many many supreme court cases. I read Blackstone's Commentaries on the Law, Oliver Wendell Holmes, Shippman on Common Law Pleading, and a host of others. I learned to Shepardize cases. I spent a lot of time studying Title 26 (IRS code). I was beginning to understand a lot of stuff, not all of it good.

I was beginning to meet people with a "hard edge" about them. I was also introduced to the world of short wave radio. Conspiracy theories were rearing their ugly head. Politics was taking a turn for the strange.

I know this tagging thing isn't meant to be a life's story. But Bones has got to understand how it is that I have heard those guys on his flick before. And why I think they are so dangerous.

More in Part III.

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Wednesday, September 21, 2005  
Blogger dave bones said...

This is great. Fantastic stuff. Can we put this as it is written on socialistwanker?

Can't wait for part 3.

Thursday, September 22, 2005  

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