Thursday, September 15, 2011

Blogger - Agenda 21 Introduction by Steven Clark Bradley

Here is the new introduction to my first book of my blogger series. Called Blogger Agenda 21. What you are about to read is fiction in that I have placed it in a fictional setting with fictional characters, but the scenario described in the introduction to my book is real, true and already in motion. Agenda 21 is a real United Nations' effort to imprison the who globe in a tightly knitted scheme to reduce all to cattle, but real cattle will be of greater value. I hope you read this and feel the eeriness of it all. The great secret is though is that it is REAL!

BLOGGER - AGENDA 21

“Effective execution of Agenda 21 will require a profound reorientation of all human society, unlike anything the world has ever experienced a major shift in the priorities of both governments and individuals and an unprecedented redeployment of human and financial resources. This shift will demand that a concern for the environmental consequences of every human action be integrated into individual and collective decision-making at every level.” - Excerpt, UN Agenda 21

Introduction

Blogger - Nathan Hawk

Underground Controversy Network Podcast

December 2, 2012

“Thank you for reading my Weekly Grime Podcast about how your freedom is being stolen right out from under you. In fact and in truth, the nation The United States of America is, for all practical purposes, gone already anyway, right? Not at all! We still have a constitution and we must insist it be followed.

“Hey you! Yeah, that’s right, you, and all of you. All of you who love freedom have to stand up and insist that the nation we created when we voted to uphold the constitution, at the beginning of the republic return and that the government be limited and the people’s freedom be king. All of you and me, we all have a responsibility to leave a free society behind for our children. You all out there in this underground Controversy network all know Dr. Sam Wells. He is a national treasure and often a very personal headache for me. Well, Sam Wells has written down what he’d like to say about a UN designed environmental program America has already signed onto. It is called Agenda 21, and its final implementation will take place, it may mean the end of liberty and what may well be the establishing of a world-wide totalitarian society.”

“Um, yea, uh I am Sam Wells, the name probably means something deep. Did you comprehend the comedy of what I just said? Jokes are not what stimulates the brain cells inside my head, but here’s something that will activate your fear inducers, though!

“You see, well you couldn’t actually see it yet in your mind because I have not actually told you yet; but I am about to. See, well you couldn’t actually …”

“Sam,” Blogger said. “Tell us about it, OK?” Blogger gently persuaded Sam.

“Um … right. In 1992, the United Nations, which is not united nor a nation, successfully passed the environmental action plan called Agenda 21 for sustainable development in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. Agenda 21 is the global-transformational result of the United Nations Conference on Environment and Development (UNCED) held in the Brazilian city. Oh I like Brazil! Brazilian women are the best lovers. Let me tell you about Lola. That girl was …” Sam Wells looked at Blogger. He stopped talking and looked directly into the most powerful camera he had ever designed and built.

“Agenda 21is an all-inclusive plan of action that, when fully implemented, will absorb every living person globally, nationally and locally by organizations of the UN, governments, and major groups in every area where humans directly affect the environment.”

Blogger looked at the counter that kept him up to date on the traffic to his sites across the internet. It was buzzing. In his own peculiar mesmerized the podcast audience with offbeat character pure sincerity and innocence. Over three million listeners were tuned in. That many listeners would normally fry a server, but not the ones that Sam Wells built, and he was always improving their speed and power and memory.

“The world applauded the killing of America’s number one enemy, Osama Bin Laden.” Sam said in a steady voice now. “Yet, under the American people’s noses, silently, Agenda 21 is currently extending its reach into the very fabric of American society. Every single corner of the globe is being readied to usurp power over the American Republic by America’s real enemy, the United States government.

“Most people don’t even know about it or have only heard of it as a conspiracy theory, but it is slinking into everything we do, what we buy and what we sell, where we live and what we eat and how we prepare it. It will eventually affect what you drive, where you work and how you heat and cool your home and work place and it may well be irreversible. Agenda 21 is the United Nation’s designed program presented and approved in Rio in 1992.” Blogger threw an M&M at Sam Wells and hit him in the head. Sam turned with perturbed look on his face and Blogger mouthed the words, “I’m up now.” And Sam shouted the words back. “Oh your turn, OK! Here’s Blogger, my friends.”

“Well, there’s nothing like a smooth transition and that was nothing like a smooth transition.” Blogger joked with his listeners and mocked at Sam. Sam started to throw a peanut at Blogger but stopped and looked at it and found it more logical to eat it than to throw it at Nathan Hawk and plopped it into his mouth.

Blogger got his message out to the underground world. “American conservatives snickered at the possibility of such shifts in power ever being possible, and the right laughed it off. It seemed crazy and impossible, at that time, to ever happen here. But, indeed, that was another time, a different era. We are not witnessing failures of the Arthur administration. What America and the entire world see is the slow and silent implementation of Agenda 21. It is happening, and it is taking shape and gaining power and authority right now.

“In ‘Realspeak’ as opposed to ‘Newspeak’, Agenda 21 is a totalitarian comprehensive environmental program that, when fully implemented, will direct where you live, how much water you can use, and how and where you can travel. Officially, Agenda 21 is being marketed as a worldwide effort to ensure that all human beings will have access to adequate housing, health care, water and food. The means by which this diabolical accord will achieve its sinister aims will require a massive redistribution of wealth from prosperous countries to poorer countries. Predictably, capitalistic countries, like the United States, will suffer lower standards of living, while poor nation’s standards will rise. And, they call that progress; it is, in actual fact, suicide.

It is important to note that Presidents George H.W. Bush, Bill Clinton, and Thomas Arthur have all have signed onto Agenda 21, through Executive Orders. Hundreds of governors, mayors, and county commissioners have also signed onto this agreement that will, in effect, end the super-power status of the United States, which has already happened, as a matter of fact. Under the controls and subjugation of Agenda 21, the future, your future, America’s future is even now being relegated to mediocrity, an idea of the past, a nation that squandered its standard of living; a nation controlled and being dismantled by President Thomas Arthur.

Arthur has made sure that your children’s standard of living shall be lowered into a new dark age, without the current power base of a healthy, gun-laden and faithful American citizenry. America’s slightest gesture of pulling out of the accord and this totalitarian regime of Thomas Arthur will take you down. What Agenda 21’s tentacles are already latched onto is only now emerging, but it is evident and clear that President Arthur was put in office with the dismantling of the United States of America as his mandate. In that devilish effort, he has been masterful.

Sound like Fiction? It is not. Agenda 21 is real and its related programs will eliminate many things we hold dear and common in the developed free world. The things we as free Americans have enjoyed and have taken for granted are declared “unsustainable” in Agenda 21 and will be abolished. Here are some things that will no longer be legal under the ever-extending grip of Agenda 21.

Once this accord is fully in place, all private property rights of ownership will be a thing of the past. All forms of irrigation, pesticides & commercial fertilizer will become illegal as well as livestock production and most eating of meat. Privately owned vehicles will no longer be allowed and personal travel will be severely regulated much like the Soviet Union regulated its citizens in its totalitarian communist regime. The use of fossil fuels for power generation or mechanized travel will no longer be permitted under Agenda 21, and single-family dwellings will be abolished.

The economy will flounder as most forms of mineral extraction and timber harvesting will be unacceptable. Finally, the key to the implementation of all the terms found inside Agenda 21 is the UN’s mandate to reduce the human population to less than 1 billion people. We can already see that abortion, infanticide, rules against resuscitation of the elderly, the infirm and the willful negligence of providing the needed care for the mentally ill or mentally handicapped around us. These are but a few of this evil regime, along with their obtuse objectives will use to achieve this evil goal. This simply means that insurance will be no assurance at all, except for your funeral.

The mechanisms for empowering and installing Agenda 21are, for the most part, not coming from Washington D.C. or state legislatures. It is bleeding in through local city and county governments. Agenda 21 brings with it surreptitious code words, such as “smart growth,” “social justice,” “bio-diversity,” and “sustained development.” You can already hear them on a daily basis. Translated, these terms effectively mean total environmental dictatorship and the reestablishment of the pagan practice of the worship of Mother Earth.

Is this a joke? Ask the more than one hundred seventy nine countries, including the United States, who have already signed on to the Agenda since 1992. Many more have joined since then. Agenda 21 is already in progress in 600 U.S. cities. In Los Angeles County, you can no longer be given a plastic bag in the stores, and the County law forces stores to sell paper bags to force consumers to bring their own bags. It is easy to find lists of municipalities and county governments that have voted into law specific programs from Agenda 21.

The express purpose of Agenda 21 is designed to control every aspect of human life on every square inch of planet earth. As the Judeo-Christian ethic and biblical worldview dim in the world, humankind finds itself falling to the bottom of the food chain. Under Agenda 21, animals, plants and trees are regarded as more important than humans. We can already see abundant evidence of this process in motion today. The real underlying message of Agenda 21is that humanity is the problem, and nature must be conserved and take priority. It is even affirmed in the official forty-chapter document that “Mother Earth must not be scratched.”

Many socialistic, communistic, and liberal organizations and international leaders are behind Agenda 21 and its related programs. It will take dedication of time and effort on our part to truly understand all the implications of this pervasive program. Think of the world your children will inherit if we don’t stop it and similar battering on our freedoms. Do not make the mistake of writing this off as some conspiracy theory. There will be many conspiracy eventually wrapped around this lie, but Agenda 21is not a theory. It’s here; just look around you.

Agenda 21 is just another attempt by man to recreate heaven on earth. Let me paraphrase David Chilton, in his book Paradise Restored. His idea as he sees it is that humanity has been trying to get back into the Garden of Eden ever since we were expelled. Each time we try, we create another hell on earth. Agenda 21 will be no different. In reality, this will not spawn a new age of enlightenment, but will, by design, in fact, build impenetrable walls from within which, no freedom-loving person will survive.

Nathan Hawk, Blogger

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Wednesday, June 8, 2011

A Bridge To Cross - The Most Intelligent of Idiots - the Memoirs of Author Steven Clark Bradley


Have you ever been in a situation when you knew it would be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but it posed great risk to your very life? That is exactly what I was facing in August of 1991 when I looked at the huge Kharbour River bridge that lay out ahead of me. Take a look at my excerpt from my memoirs, The Most Intelligent of Idiots. It will stir your emotions...

A Bridge To Cross

“There are two ways to enslave a people. People do not give up their Freedom. They naturally take it for granted. The search for Freedom has always been the driving force that has risen bowed down and beaten men and women up from the ashes and transformed them into warriors of their people. It is the final understanding that no person can make me free, but the realization that I am altogether and utterly free, such liberty having been breathed into the nostrils of the first man and woman by God.”

Steven Clark Bradley

A Bridge To Cross

The Most Intelligent of Idiots

The Memoirs of

Author Steven Clark Bradley


Ankara, Turkey

July 23, 1991

Thank Goodness for the Guney Express.
The word ‘express’ truly was a misnomer for this train. The Guney Express, which I boarded on July 23rd, took me all the way to the Eastern border of Turkey in a rapid time of four days. It was not that I boarded the wrong train but rather that I choose this train for a journey that gave me a tremendous look at the culture of Turkey, from the modern center of the country to the rustic and tough Eastern portion.

I felt many eyes on me; the foreigner seldom seen on such archaic forms of travel as the slowest train in the Turkish rail system. By the time I arrived in Diyarbakir, the capitol of the east and the unofficial capitol of Kurdistan, I had seen the fields being prepared for harvest, the towns that were continually rattled by sand storms and a people rough and hardened by a life that is mean and laborious. Nevertheless, I could not but respect these people for their determination to ilk out a very good life in the sand of a moderately desert lifestyle.

Diyarbakir, Turkey
Train Station
3:15 p.m. July 27, 1991

Diyarbakir’s appearance was nothing short of a page out of some spaghetti western. It is a rugged city with teeming groups of nomadic tribesmen from the Kurdish population. The train station was more like a stable, and as I ventured out to the streets to take a bus to the border with Iraq, I felt like a sore on the end of someone’s nose. I boarded a minibus for the border town of Silopi. The trip was astounding. The periodic police stops, and the road that ran along the Syrian border, created a tense situation as outposts were set up from both sides about every 100 yards. It was easy to see guns trained on each side.

It was dark when I arrived in the border town of Silopi, but long lines of trucks were still ferrying goods and tanker after tanker was rumbling through the small teeming town of desperate people. Massive vehicles passed by in both directions through the very primitive city that had more importance to the trade between Turkey and Iraq than the city’s appearance would indicate. They were headed for the border to cross the Khabur River massive bridge where halfway across puts you into Iraq.

Normally, the lines of loud smoky trucks would be at a standstill, as they waited their turns to hopefully pass through customs and get security clearance. Sometimes, the line could back up the trade traffic a few dozen kilometers between the two very different countries. When I was there, the traffic flowed unabated because, as I would discover the next day, the border was totally unmanned with no security in place on the Turkish side of the Khabur and the trucks passed back and forth unimpeded.

I got out of the van and went into a bus depot and heard someone on a pay phone speaking English. He was a reporter, I surmised, and I actually never spoke to him. I just intently listened to what he was saying to the person on the other end of the line, wherever that could have been. He was screaming into the receiver that his superiors had to get him out of there and that ‘They’ were killing Americans.

He told them that he was going to try to get to the US base four kilometers down the same road that had brought me into the seriously out of control population center of helicopters, US jets high in the air and the sounds of gunfire randomly being propelled into the air. I was sure I’d see Clint Eastwood walk into the depot any moment and ask everyone if they felt lucky. That atmosphere seemed perfect for a gunslinger to burst in shooting. It was no use waiting to use the phone. I didn’t have anyone to call. I instantly snatched up my backpack and went back outside to find a taxi all the way to the US military encampment.

As I waited for a taxi to appear, two Iraqi Syrian Christian men started speaking to me in broken English. I knew that the Kurdish people loved the French, because President François Mitterrand had brought so many of them to France to escape the terror of Saddam. So, not being sure of anyone there, I said, “Je suis Français.” They understood and instantly said, “Oh, you are a French man?” I simply said yes, in French. They gave me directions and one of them got a taxi for me and told the man where I wanted to go … I hoped.

The most interesting part of this story was after I had returned to Ankara. I was walking down Ataturk Boulevard and ran into the same two Iraqi Christians who had flagged down the taxi for me in Silopi. I greeted them in English, having forgotten about my little ruse when I had told them I was French. They were surprised and told me that they thought I was French. I told them that in Iraq, I was French. In Turkey, I’m American.

The driver tried his English on me and it helped me a lot. I was really feeling naked in the taxi as the driver drove me in the dark to where I was told the American Airbase was, at almost 9:00 p.m. Prayer is such a great help in a test or when you wonder if you are about to die. He pulled up to the main entrance of the airbase; I got out and the taxi immediately drove away.

The officers who greeted me at that late hour were not ecstatic about my presence, but I needed a place to sleep. The guards were of course doing his duty, but initially they refused to help me. I told him that he would have to shoot me then, because I was sleeping outside the gate and that if I was killed, it would be on his head. I remember telling him that I paid his salary. He laughed and said, “Yes, sir. Indeed you do.”

He finally relented and called his superior who had already bedded down for the night. In the end, I was given a hot, smoldering room on a cot right off of the radio room. It was so hot that I slept naked and woke up drenched. At first, it was so hot that I couldn’t sleep at all, but the constant chatter back and forth over the radios in the next room almost hypnotized me and after about an hour, I nodded off.

The next morning turned out to be one to remember. Early in the morning, after a tremendous breakfast, I met with the director of the UN in the town. He informed me that if I entered the country of Iraq and was captured, I would be responsible for myself. That was not delightful to hear, but I had already known that. A military vehicle took me to the Khabur River Bridge. They dropped me in front of the abandoned checkpoint.

Out in front of me was the long Khabur River Bridge. The other side of that bridge was the land of Saddam Hussein, which had only recently been pummeled to bits by Coalition forces. There were not even any Iraqi government authorities at the checkpoint and everyone was coming and going at will. I walked up to the bridge and began to walk across. When I arrived at the center of the bridge, a sign was posted that indicated that one or two more steps and I would plant my feet in the country of Iraq.

I did pause momentarily, but nothing could stop a moment whose time had come. I walked on and felt the weight of entering a land like this one. I had previously visited 31 other countries, but this journey had so far been, by far, the most intriguing. I had made a promise to Hassan, and I intended to let his family know that he was alive and well.

When I reached the checkpoint on the Iraqi side of the bridge, I saw large numbers of officers. They looked like something out of the Arabian Knights. These guards were called the Pesh Merga. They wore large turbans, patchwork gowns and strapped across each shoulder was an automatic rifle, rocket launcher or bazooka, not to mention knives and swords at their sides. I was of the impression that security was to put your mind at ease. To say the least, it did not.

I walked up to one of the guardians of the land of sad, bad memories and black gold and handed him a letter that I had received from my Kurdish friends at the Besh Yildiz Hotel in Ankara, Turkey. The black-bearded relic from the past took the letter and read it before calling over two more officers. One took me by the arm and placed me in the backseat of a taxi. The third guard brought over a thick blanket and covered my exposed body. I was on my way; to live, to die, and to do something significant.

The taxi drove and I looked out from under the blanket at the mountains that passed rapidly past my eyes. It was surreal and somehow enlightening to see all of Saddam’s military outposts every thousand yards along the road. That was how he kept his nation of slaves at bay.

I poked my face out from under the blanket and thoughts began to race through my mind about my childhood, my friends, the ones I love and the previous places I had been to, which had molded who I was, for good or for not so good. This definitely had not been my first trip of this sort. There had been Bangladesh, Pakistan, and Senegal, West Africa.

It is mystical and powerful how one’s mind goes back in time when we are in dangerous situations. That was exactly what was happening to me as I saw the mountains that were full of snipers, blown up tanks and other Iraqi destroyed materiel. I just wondered just how far back would my mind take me as I took in all that was zooming past me and around me, so much so that I had not even checked to see if the driver were taking me captive or taking me to my desired destination. I could see in my whole life playing out like a mental movie quite possibly because I was sure this would be my last journey into madness.

The world I had seen and lived in and how it had brought me to that present moment affected me as the world of Saddam and the world I had grown up in both flashed past my mind and I saw all the lives I had touched and those that had made life worth living. It all played back for me so vividly with a view from the backseat and took my mind back to times rarely recalled; times I did great things; moments I was stupid. It all was an essential part for my transformation into the most intelligent of idiots…

The Most Intelligent of Idiots: The Memoirs of Author Steven Clark Bradley

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