By Anna Von Reitz
The Devil Went Down to....Alaska? 
 So we finally won our case. Donald Trump sicced teams of lawyers and 
archivists and historians onto all the information we've provided and 
guess what?  We stand exonerated. All that we have brought forward has 
been proven, nailed down, and tied up with a bow, complete with all the 
research and case law and historical documentation. 
 Count that much done and over. 
 President Trump now knows -- definitively -- what is wrong, what the 
game is, what the game has been all along, who is responsible, and from 
what he has done so far, he is swiftly taking care of business.  But he 
can't do it alone. 
 What I will tell you is that there has been an extraordinary "up-tick" 
in millionaires and billionaries contacting me and promising support for
 my work and the work of The Living Law Firm.....if.....
 Now I have been contacted before by millionaires before in the course 
of doing this work.  Somehow none of them have the insight to figure out
 that their good is tied to the overall good of this country and that 
their freedom from such things as IRS harassment is tied to a larger 
picture in which everyone is freed from the same scourge. 
 Instead, they always want a quid pro quo. You do this for me, and I 
will do this for you.... always the sidebar, always the back rubbing 
scenaro, always the everyone-has-a- price attitude. Even those that 
inherited their money have the same selfish, small-minded, narrow view. 
So irritating that I see them coming and spit.
They always show up with the expectation that I am going to be all excited and groveling and fawning and begging them for money. They always brag about their latest acquisition, their expensive hobbies, their new car, their latest hang-gliding trip to Morocco.
It's so obnoxious that I have to apply my Christian upbringing and try really hard to see them as people who are in trouble, who need help.
Most of the time I succeed.
But lately, since the word is out on the street that I am on target and have the facts and by golly ---- she was right! ----- now all of a sudden there is a conga line of millionaires lining up to make a deal.
But, I tell them, there's no deal here. All you get from helping me, is what everyone else gets. Good government. Free markets. Safe banks. A sane judicial system. Protection of your lives and your private property. You know -- what you are supposed to have now, but don't.
They all look disappointed. Crest-fallen. What? There's no special ice cream? No back of the cabinet joy juice? Nope.
 They don't have sense enough to realize that without the basics that 
everyone needs being in place, they suffer too. So they walk away and 
most of the time don't even say, "Thank you." It's rare that they even 
buy lunch.  Most of the time I get stuck with the bill ----after they 
asked me out to pick my brain about their problem. 
 See what I mean?  Selfish. Short-sighted. Small.  If that's what having
 a lot of money does to people --- and apparently it does in a majority 
of cases --- let's stay poor. 
 Probably because of this plague of all these 
do-nothing-see-nothihg-care-about-nothing-but-my-pedicure millionaires, I
 had a dream last night. 
I said, "What good is money to me? The moment I spend it, it's gone. Bring me clean natural ocean water for this planet. Then, we'll talk."
 But of course, that's impossible, because all the oceans are polluted. 
 He looked just like those millionaires. So disappointed. 
 So the dream goes on, and I go on about my business in the dream --- 
which is cleaning house and washing windows -- and Lucifer shows up 
again --- and he says, "You need money to do the work you've taken on.  I
 can give you the whole world. All you have to do is bow down and 
worship me." 
 I smile at him.  He looks like a young Marine.  He's so earnest. 
 "I'm not really interested in money. It comes in, it goes out. Bring me
 really nice, fresh, clean air to breathe---air with lots of oxygen for 
everyone.  Then we'll talk." 
 But that's not possible, either.  He flushes red-faced and looks really angry, but he turns around on his heel and walks away. 
 "What does it take, you obstinate old woman!" he rages. 
 "I already gave you a couple ideas," I return mildly and shrug. 
 This doesn't improve his mood. 
 This is the final straw.  He's really beyond angry now.  He's stomping around my living room, huffing and snorting. 
 "Everyone worships ME!" he shouts. "Everyone!" 
 I say nothing. I don't have to. Evidently, not everyone worships him....or he wouldn't be kicking up so much dust, right? 
 And that was the final straw.  He whipped around and did his old 
swirling routine, making a little tornado in the middle of my kitchen 
and disappearing in a puff of smoke.  The dream ended with me sighing 
and picking up all the paper he blew off my desk. 
 Out of all these millionaires and even billionaires I have talked to, I
 bet none of them have contributed as much as some of the seniors who 
make a $10 per month donation out of their Social Security checks. 
 Well, at least we can truly and absolutely say that everything that we 
have done has not been funded by any special interests. It has all been 
done with cookie jar money by Team America and Team World--- just 
average people with limited resources who  weigh in and plug along 
step-by-step toward a better future for everyone.
 
 




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