Thoughts from the basement

By Darren Weeks

I've been quite busy lately — and a bit discouraged.

Monday's ratings were way down. Tuesday's were a bit better, but whenever there's a dip in the listenership, it makes me wonder if I'm losing my effectiveness and whether it's time for me to hang it up.

I used to actually enjoy doing the broadcasts. It was fun to research and discover and share my findings with the listeners.

Now, it has become burdensome, with two of my days off given to wondering what I'm going to talk about that night. And it pulls me away from the family, which is always a challenge.

I don't want the children to grow up, remembering their father as an absentee Dad, secluded in the basement doing some obscure broadcast, trying to resurrect a dying republic that — as Niki Rapaana so adequately put it — "doesn't know it's dying".

I'll add to her words by saying that it doesn't even seem to care.

I'm never going to quit the fight to save our country. It's a calling. Until the day the Lord releases me from that calling I feel that I have to continue.

With the broadcast, I feel that I keep repeating the same points over and over. Refuting global warming is paramount to our cause as the lies keep going forth from the CONtrolled press. Weather modification needs to be exposed in regard to "global climate change".

Another of my pet subjects about which to talk is the never-ending war on terror.

It tears me up inside to know that men and women are coming back from Iraq, trying to adapt to a life of normalcy, after having witnessed the most diabolical and hellish side of humanity. Many, if not most, of these soldiers have had a mountainous challenge, trying to adapt back into civilian life. They mistrust people; some can't get the smell of death out of their head. They suffer mood swings, along with horrible, debilitating depression.

That's just the pyschological toll. That doesn't take into account the physical injuries.

I've made it no secret how I feel about the Pentagon's war casualty numbers. I strongly believe that the numbers are being manipulated to be very low, compared to the actual number of U.S. soldier deaths.

Indeed, others have pointed out how the media makes distinctions between combat fatalities versus soldiers who died by being blown up by bombs, or by other means.

However, even if the Pentagon numbers were correct, they don't take into account the countless youth who have had their innocence robbed by an imperialist government, that sends them to war for no other purpose than to build a despotism of the world.

I grieve for these men and women. I grieve for their families, who will pay the price, having a mother, father, sister, or brother that will never be the same. I grieve for the mothers and fathers who receive the notification that their baby won't be coming back. For these parents, the world ends. The emptiness in their hearts is as a quenchless thirst — a hunger that can never be satisfied. It's a void that will never be filled.

Iraq, Afghanistan, and next on the would-be despots' radar appears to be Iran.

All of it was pre-planned in the PNAC report, before Bush and his handlers ever took office.

What amazes me is that so few people are aware of the PNAC report. If you mention it to the average person, they think you're a conspiracy nut.

But they won't pry themselves away from the football game or their vulgar cartoons long enough to read it, when you offer it to them.

I've often wondered why it is that people don't want to know the true fate of their country. Could it be that their worried that I'm right? Or do they choose to remain ignorant because they'd rather not have to have the responsibility of saving what last remnants of liberty we have left?