Michael Ruppert has been a real inspiration to me, and so this story just breaks my heart.
In his "Crossing the Rubicon" he created a powerful resource for understanding events during 9-11, with a clear timeline that will become paramount as investigations move foreward, once the Congressional shift takes place.
He can proudly stand with Conyers, Feingold and Dean.
He has done almost all the research for his writings out-of-pocket, been undermined by his publisher (New Society) and under scrutiny of the Feds who have used some really diabolical tactics to undermine him - going back more than a decade. His website "From The Wilderness" URL is cop v cia, for many, many very good reasons: He has been on the frontlines against the ex-Iran-Contra Narco-Traffickers, corrupt intelligence and enforcement officials. In an age where Joseph Wilson says "There are no more tin hats," Rupperts superb expose's have shed continuous light on Black Ops. Stan Goff has written extensively on FTW about Patrick Tillman's friendly-fire death - and in great detail: much early information on Tillman's death broke first on From The Wilderness.
This guy has been, and his work will be, key to investigations going forward. I have no intention of allowing him to waste away and have "Rubicon" fall into the ashes of history. (Although Harvard has picked "Rubicon" up for their library, it is still invisible in the main-stream-media.) So I will send a $100 money order to his agent as listed at the end of the article - although I could certainly use that money myself. He could be a key player in the future...but, right now he needs the help of those he fought so hard to inform.
Michael Ruppert got out of the USA - fast. The computers, smashed during a false-flag, faux gangster attack, were rescued, but he feared for his life. Moving to Venezuela proved unwise: Chavez is fearful of him being a "plant". Now his health is failing. I implore anyone who has gained insight, hindsight or foresight from reading his work and those of his contributors, to step up to the plate, now.
God Bless you Michael Ruppert.
You've taught me so much.
EVOLUTION
by
Michael C. Ruppert
© Copyright 2006, From The Wilderness Publications, www.fromthewilderness.com. All Rights Reserved. May be reprinted, distributed or posted on an Internet web site for non-profit purposes only.
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That is why, after 15 weeks of waiting, after only one interview, a formal petition and a lot of pressure from influential Americans and Venezuelan-Americans (some with direct government connections) I have not heard a word on my request for political asylum. Venezuelans are inherently suspicious, let alone of a blond gringo who is an ex-policeman who came from a US intelligence family. It is possible that within the massive and glacially slow bureaucracy, some who are not loyal to Chavez have buried my request under a pile of papers. In Latin America things take much longer and I can see now that the waiting process, never guaranteed to be successful, is part of a natural selection.
My thirty year record of activism and sacrifice in the US means little in Venezuela. Those deposits were made in a bank belonging to a different ecosystem. There are no ATMs for that kind of withdrawal here.
The first real kindness shown to me by a full-blooded Latin American with government connections, came about two weeks ago as "Tano", a bearded artist and long-time revolutionary who had worked with Salvador Allende in Chile, looked at me with true compassion and said, "Venezuela will run you through a gauntlet. It will ignore you. It will make promises and never call you back or fulfill them. It will mistrust you even if you have lived here for ten years, twenty years."
It took me 12 weeks to get to Tano and it was not by a linear, logical path.
Tano is a famed artist and thinker knows Hugo Chavez personally. He has traveled with him. His kindness and sympathy was abundant and visible. Kittens slept on his massive belly as he spoke from behind a desk cluttered with papers. Two dogs gravitated to him as though he was a magnet. He offered to open doors and make some introductions in certain ministries. As opposed to many other unfulfilled promises since I have been here, he meant it. Promises are made quickly here and soon forgotten, even between native Venezuelans. But it was already too late. My health was gone, I could not make one important event and I had already been rejected like an invading organism; rejected by the differences in culture and an environment I had trouble adapting to.
I was introduced to Tano by my young Venezuelan friend Ivan, who, at 27, who had just quit his job as a trader at J.P. Morgan because it was too stressful. He was too Venezuelan to live the life of a Venezuelan posing as an American. Good for him.
It would be embarrassing to many people if I named the names of all of those back "home" who, learning that I had come here, told me that they had been considering the same move. They said that when things got intolerable in the States, or the UK, or Canada, they would just move here; or to Costa Rica, or to New Zealand, or to someplace else. My pains and troubles here will serve as an object lesson for all that the time to relocate in advance of Peak Oil has, for almost everyone, long passed.
DISTINCTIONS
The important distinctions about adaptivity are not racial at all. US citizens come in all colors. American culture is the water they have swum in since birth. A native US citizen of Latin descent who did not (or even did) speak Spanish would probably feel almost as out of place here as I do. They would look the same but not feel the same. And when it came time to deal collectively with a rapidly changing world, a world in turmoil, a native-born American's inbred decades of "instinctive" survival skills might not harmonize with the skills used by those around him.
Another one of my trademarked lines is that Post Peak survival is not a matter of individual survival or national survival. It is a matter of cooperative, community survival. If one is not a fully integrated member of a community when the challenges come, one might hinder the effectiveness of the entire community which has unspoken and often consciously unrecognized ways of adapting. As stresses increase, the gauntlets required to gain acceptance in strange places will only get tougher. Diversity will become more, rather than less, rigid and enforced.
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SENDING HELP
FOR MIKE RUPPERT MEDICAL CARE AND RELOCATION ONLY:
My trusted attorney Ray Kohlman in New York will be receiving all donations intended for this purpose. I really need help. At present only checks and money orders can be processed. They should be made out to Ray Kohlman and (very important) the Memo section should read, "For Mike Ruppert".
Mail to:
Mike Ruppert
c/o Ray Kohlman
300 East 71st St.
Suite 3H
New York, NY 10021
Those with offers or information on residency in another country should contact Jenna Orkin, Jennakilt@aol.com. These must address three things: Visa and immigration considerations, access to affordable health care, and an initial place of residence. Jenna will screen these offers and forward them to Ray Kohlman for further evaluation. I can only get online for a few hours a day at best by going to an internet café.
TO SAVE THE FTW WEBSITE, RESEARCH FILES AND LIBRARY:
All contributions should be sent to FTW's agent-publicist Ken Levine by check or money order only. Offers to store (or purchase) my personal library of 250 volumes should be made to Ken Levine (below). If I do make it into another life and recover my health, however, I reserve the right to someday reclaim the 15 or so books that are personally autographed to me by their authors. Again, checks or money orders should be sent to:
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Michael Ruppert's Evolution