A Burglar's Wet Dream

Snowy cold yowls, my first-day-of-Spring Kittens... yes, the Kougaress has been peering out at the accumulating snow all day... blowing, falling... no, not a mere thin blanket of the white wet stuff... but a real snowfall. Plus, it’s been a foggy gray, then like white out conditions... heck, moi couldn’t see past the middle of her pasture.
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Authoress purrs, only 800 words over, Kitkats. Yes, all the Kougar has to do is eliminate, ruthlessly hack out about 800 words, and her short story will be the maximum 10,000 words.
Of course, that doesn’t cover whatever revisions there are... and what the title is, well, that’s still a mystery...Tame a Party Tiger or maybe Call of the Wild Masquerade or maybe...???

Here’s an opening snippet ~

Zyrru slid his hand inside the pocket of his sharkskin evening jacket, palming his contact device. For privacy, he stepped outside, onto the mansion’s old-fashioned balcony. The flat side of the device adhered itself to the center of his palm and his sire’s visage appeared.
Even the miniature image of his father’s face on the gently rounded surface of his homeworld communicator was duly impressive. In point of fact, Zyrru had never known of an occasion when the Regent King of the Valparaiso Realm hadn’t been ferociously impressive.
Annoyed by the interruption, yet relieved his face couldn’t be seen, since he’d shifted to a human tiger version of himself, Zyrru lounged comfortably against the balcony’s stone wall. He’d let his striped skin pigments show for the Halloween Call of the Wild Masquerade ball he attended, and his big cat ears were on full display, a forbidden act while vacationing on Earth.
He touched the device on. “You hailed, father? I will hope all remains serene on the Flatland.”
“The Princess waits upon your proposal of marriage,” his sire stately intoned without preamble.
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Okay, up front, most census workers are great honest folks. I know two of them. And I love and respect them both.

That being said...

So, what would be a burglar’s wet dream? Why it would be this year’s census info. My gosh, talk about that pot o’ gold at the end of the paperwork rainbow. Yes, imagine, if you will, you’ve been wanting access to those ritzy residences. Either you sign on as a census worker, or simply find one that will give you all the information they’ve gathered for the right price. Good gravy, talk about the perfect criminal ring.
And, hey, the hackers are in seventh heaven. Because, truthfully, it’s a piece of cake for them to get anything out of a government computer. Not one iota of info you put down on the census will be protected. Don’t fool yourself. The government can promise up the wazoo that your private info is safe... but, hey, they won’t be held responsible and are never held responsible [you can’t sue them] for all the computer info that has been stolen, lost conveniently, sold illegally, etc.

READ THE FOLLOWING AT YOUR OWN RISK ~

Plus, consider this... in truth, you’re damned if you answer all the questions and you’re damned if you don’t... in a whole bunch o’ ways. If you answer and the robbers get you, well, hey, you might as well have opened your door and invited them in saying, help yourself to everything I’ve worked a lifetime for... if you don’t answer, well, then the gov thinks they have the right to fine your ass, or worse.
If you DO ANSWER their extremely intrusive and none-of-your-damned business questions, it also means THEY will sell your answers to the highest bidder... yep, they will just as they’ve done in the past. It also means, whatever you say can and will be used against you. In a kangaroo court.

Consider this, if you’re elderly, you are particularly at risk. No, in most cases elder care is not showing up at your door to assist you. There’s a whole lot of nasty greedy BAD people working in these gov/ private organizations, and they’re coming to take everything they can get their grubby hands on. That means your house, your property, your personal belongings. Because they’ll declare you incompetent and ship you off to some horror old folks home. Sadly, these days, this scenario happens over and over again. Hell, some BAD GUYS/GALS hospital staff sells this kind of info on their patients for a cut of whatever is stolen.

And, hey, never mind, our beloved Constitution of the United States of America ONLY, that’s ONLY, folks, says the ONLY thing the census is for is to apportion representatives for congress from your state. Yep, that’s it. This means the ONLY legal thing you need to provide is how many people are at the residence. YES, THAT’S IT. And, YOU DON’T HAVE TO SIGN anything!!!
Our founding fathers and mothers were damn smart about a whole lot of things! Believe it, or not. Like having a census every ten years. Like the only information gathered is how many residents. That’s it. Nothing else!
Yes, if you sign the census that means you’ve *supposedly* agreed to tell them whatever they want to know. Plus, if THEY think they’ve found one error, well, pony up the huge fine and we can throw your ass in jail, anyway. Hey, never mind, THEIR fraud negates your consent.
So, bottom ass line, if you tell them what they want know, you’re screwed. If you don’t, you’re screwed. Because actually THEY could get you for NOT following the Constitution. Yep, it’s CATCH 22.

Plus, it’s absolute crap about apportioning tax dollars. Why? Tax dollars received go directly to THE FEDERAL RESERVE, a private corporation, not a government agency. Tax dollars are NOT going for roads or repair, or for ANY government program at all. Besides, do you really want to pay for the Government Rich and Famous? Their jets, their crystal, their Marie Antoinette lifestyle?

All those funds used for gov programs are *borrowed* from THE FEDERAL RESERVE at an interest rate decided by those BANKSTERS who run THE FEDERAL RESERVE. Hell, they don’t even have a money-growing tree. They have printing presses. They have bits and bites... you know, they just create *money* out of thin cyber air.
Since THEY have this magical ability, well, they can just print up or create however much money is needed for all those government programs. Why vampire-suck off Americans?

Answer: Because they can. They have the big armies and the big guns. They are that evil. They are that power-hungry. Because absolute power corrupts absolutely. Because they are psychopaths who know how to hide what they really are. Hideous monsters, not human beings. No compassion or caring beats within their breasts. No, they consider it a strength to prey on all of us and ruin our lives.

Truth is, too, there is no money to apportion to anyone or to any gov program. The US is broke. Hell, the US is trillions and trillions in debt. That is, the United States is in debt. However, the United States of America IS NOT in debt.
The difference? The United States is a corporation. The United States of America is our beloved country, the one that has been stolen from all of us.
We, the American people do not owe the fraudulent debt of The United States. We don’t owe the tax collector, with very rare exception.
The US has been living on someone else’s very expensive dime. Yeah, the Federal Reserve’s very expensive and constitutionally illegal dime. And not one of us Americans owes one penny towards that debt, because none of us, and none of our ancestors, knowingly consented to being the United States instead of the United States of America.

Look at it this way. Would you want to give your mother-in-law, or any relative, fifty percent of what you earn with the agreement that they’ll return only as much as they decide on, and they can damn well tell you how you’re going to spend your own money. And, if you run out of money, well, they’ll just lend you back your own money for a percentage rate they decide on. Yep, that is exactly what’s going on.
It’s that simple. It’s that horrible. We’ve all been had.
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X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...

Part 447 ~

Sylva cautiously crept downward, her eyes accustomed to the light. God, she hoped Zeke and Lariat were okay. Though, from what she knew of her cowboy, he seemed more than capable of handling himself. Still, her heart tripped rapidly, and she kept a careful grip on the gun as she slowly descended. “That you, Miss Sylva?” Aunt Martha’s voice called out. “It’s me. Is it safe to come down?” She paused. “Come on down. I got the rifle trained for anything unwanted coming through the door.” Feeling her tension ease, Sylva continued moving down the stairs. “Okay, I’m coming down.”

Zeke sloughed off the old-timer’s attempt to gain control of his mind by using an ancient Indian-taught method. Instead, he returned the bushwhacker’s trick by staring at the man’s left eye, and using his own ability to mesmerize an enemy. “Hell, boy, yer privates is blowin’ in the wind.” Zeke would have enjoyed a laugh at the fact that he’d raced outside and now his robe hung open, but this man was dangerous as a pissed off viper. “Got the rifle that counts. Why are you shootin’ at my foreman?” The old-timer didn’t move, except for one of his eyes.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 446 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ http://passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, January through December 2009 flashes ~ http://theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~
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