He tells his side of the story in Prison Memoirs of an Anarchist.
There was a time in 'murica where we had freedom.
Where freedom was in the hands of every man.
Should we shoot down crapitalusts like the dogs that they are?
Perhaps.
Everybody chooses their own battles.
Should we treat them as they treat us?
Abso f'n lutely.
Henry Frick ordered his hired, armed thugs to shoot into a crowd of stikers, their wives, and their children.
He got what he had coming, as far as I'm concerned.
Live by the hired gun, die by the gun of comeuppance.
But, Alex was pretty inept.
It worked out for the best for him.
He got years with the love of his life, and a life worth loving, in return for being a failure at assassinations.
In any event, that level of freedom has not been seen since those days.
Today we all put on our seat belts, and drive the posted speed limit, because the freedom loving part of us has been enslaved by the mindwarp put upon us as children.
Don't get me wrong.
Of all the laws out there, traffic laws are not the most egregious, and it's probably a good thing that we all get on the same sheet of music when driving around others.
But to ticket me for rolling a stop sign in the middle of nowhere because they can, is hardly a behavior we need to tolerate out of the armed thugs ostensibly working for us.
Are you are tired of paying your masters to bomb children in far away places?
Perhaps it is time you pushed back on that.
A simple way that anybody can do that is to hoard your coins.
The fed buys coins at face value from the mint.
A dollar of change in your pocket is a dollar of value out of the banksters' pockets.
Stop playing in their shell game that allows them to play in the amusement parks from hell and shop in the human grocery stores.
Death to Discord!
Long live Hive Messenger!
Billy Jack, the movie.
The Trial of Billy Jack.
Billy Jack goes to Washington.
