May 9, 2009

May 9, 2009

Please excuse me for not writing sooner. I have been busy working out a few issues with my circumstances at this point in my life. Throughout my entire life, I have been constantly reminded that I cannot make everyone happy; yet that did not keep me from trying. This led to one of my personal quotes: “I try.”
“I try” to balance my life. My sense of personal control over my emotions enables me to project an optimistic view with an extrovert’s style, while still being a realist.
I like that about myself. I really do. I believe it is the reason why I am able to develop close and caring relationships. I make friends. The intent is not to become “popular.” Truth be known, when “this” is all said-n-done and behind us all, I just want to live in peace and serenity.
Nor should my “making friends” to be misconstrued as building an army of freedom fighters… That would be insane. Large governments, with large, powerful and well equipped military forces are designed to fight “armies”. Tactically speaking, small units using a hit and run style can chip away the greatest of standing armies. But that is not my point here.
Building a healthy relationship out there is difficult enough, but doing so here, on the inside of the razor wire is even more difficult. The reasons vary in nature and mostly deal with prison politics, and not because of what you first thought. I will remind you that over 85% of the prison population is in on drug-related crimes. And whose business is it what grown adults do with their own bodies?
How many of you and your friends would be “locked up” if beer and liquor were still illegal? What if we included those who use tobacco products? Would you be ashamed to call them friends then? Have you ever even thought of it that way before?
Where am I going with all of this? With everything? With these words, with these ideas, with my friends, my family, the movement, this country, the world…
I saw a documentary this afternoon named Occupation: Dreamland; they have a web address of http://www.occupationdreamland.com/. The film was about a unit’s ordeal in Fallujah, Iraq. I strongly recommend that everyone view it. They expressed thoughts and feelings in 2004 which developed into expressions of “feeling abandoned by the American public.” Feelings which I witnessed firsthand while in Mosul, Iraq back in 2006. And which I reported to congresspersons, senators, and staff in 2007.
So now it is 2009, and the Dept. of Homeland Security has confirmed and defended their labeling of war veterans of Iraq and Afghanistan as possible “domestic terrorists.” My heart grows heavy as I write this, but I recognize that as a liability. So I breathe deep and I continue forward. There are more than enough people and fencing with razor wire upon it to keep me from assertively continuing my mission. The last thing I need is to be my own worst enemy.
At the end of the film the team members are upset. They had already begun to question “Why?” in 2004. Already hating the Iraqis because the Iraqis do not care about the soldiers… In 2006 the soldiers in Iraq felt “abandoned” by Americans for allowing the government to keep the military in Iraq. And lets note that America forgot about the war in Afghanistan that same year.
Where do you think their hate focuses now? Have you ever felt abandoned before? I have. I feel abandoned now. I am told you care about me. I am told that I am in your thoughts and prayers. But I do not see it, I do not hear it, I am still in here. Locked up. Locked up for fighting for and defending your rights and our children’s rights. So make no mistake I feel abandoned, and you better believe I hate you for it- I fucking hate you!
I once heard someone describe abuse as feeling like an ugly bug with thousands of legs, and being caught in a doorway while fleeing from pain… Being abandoned, to me, feels millions of times worse.
But again, this is a liability. So I am not able to yield to despair. Therefore, I exercise personal control over my emotions. And I try to bring balance to my life. Sometimes I hate that about myself; I swear I do; not being able to give up.
I have said this before and I will say it again:
· You have a personal responsibility to you and your loved ones.
· Only you can choose your level of involvement.
So accordingly, I have no one else to blame for my circumstances, and the responsibility falls on me.
Now I do not know what the hell you all are doing out there, but it has come to my attention that you all may not know what I am doing in here. Besides “time” of course… I came to realize this fact when someone said I needed to “inspire others”…WTF?!
When I arrived here at El Reno, the guy from S.I.S. said to me “I know who you are. I know what you’re doing, and you’re not going to do it here.”
I never asked him directly what it was he thought he knew about what I was doing. He only said I was “anti-government.” My reply was “I am more pro-constitution.” To which he asked “What does that mean?”
By the way ladies and gentlemen (my brothers and sisters in arms), I spoke with the same S.I.S. individual yesterday when I was ordered to report to the Lt.’s office. Whereupon he informed me that he was told to photograph my new “ink” (which means tattoo).
Have you all seen my new “ink” yet? There are two copies out that show the top left side and the bottom right side of it. Its located inside my right forearm, and reads:

“…all Men are created equal
… With certain unalienable Rights
Whenever any form of government
Becomes destructive… it is the
Right of the People… it is their duty,
To throw off such…”

(Please note that Men is spelled with a capital “M” for mankind, everybody.)

Anyone know where those excerpts are from? Anyone want to guess? Who said the Declaration of Independence? Because that is the correct answer. Now, who knows what “unalienable” rights means? - Not capable of being given up or transferred.
Say it. SCREAM it! “Unalienable rights!”
Where am I going with all of this? With everything? With these words, with these ideas, with my friends…
HERE: “That all men are created equal, with certain unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. That whenever any form of government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the right of the people to alter or to abolish it. It is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such government. And to provide new guards for their future security.”
These were our country’s founding principles! Unalienable rights = rights of yours which you are not capable of giving up, nor able to transfer to any government (let alone have taken).
I am instilling leadership skills by leading by example. The wrong perception of the movement can lead to poor choices. And poor choices will throw off my efforts. Failure to set priorities and develop significant personnel undermines the movement’s ideals.
Leaders are people who know who they are, and know what their unalienable rights are. Leaders are people who know where they are going with these ideals.
I move to inspire morale and motivate future leaders of the movement. Concentrating on the basics, such as “all Men are created equal” will solve and overcome priority problems and challenges to the movement. With this “truth” we are able to identify real strengths and weaknesses in the teams, which will lead to shared work tasks and delegation.
Communities and organizations are already in place. We only need more leaders who are imaginative and are risk-taking to promote unalienable Rights. This insight approaches the barrier of how to get organizations interested in what it can become, not what has been. History proves the People will always prevail, so there should be no need to fear failure. We are more creative in times of tribulation by nature.
Leaders are only needed from time to time. I set an example of leadership by being a follower of the basic ideas and principles that emphasize the dignity of others and True Freedom. Enthusiasm, vitality and energy are natural side effects when one pursues and engages in safeguarding their future security to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
Anyone with these principles and ideals, with a basic understanding, can be a mediator and negotiator. Example: I cannot steal from you for any reason, nor you from me. Neither can one million others vote to steal anything from either of us for any reason.
No matter the divisiveness of a conflict, breakthrough will be achieved by working toward the common good/basic Rights.
Effective leadership involves integrity. Seeing people in the wholeness of life; not just the means to an end. Good leaders are entrepreneurial and disregard peer pressure. They break protocol, traditions and rules to discern proper and desirable True Freedoms.
You may believe in the cause, you may even be a full-blown freedom fighter- yet not approve of my new adjudicated friends. Your anxiety is understandable, but chiefly askew.
Stealing is wrong, yet we are not able to even gather a majority vote against the federal income tax. Murder is wrong, yet we “support our troops” who are forced to kill because of situations they are placed in. Situations where they are placed against others defending their families, homes, and land (country).
Remember, over 85% of the prison population is incarcerated on drug-related violations. Even we “convicts” hate those who rape and expel people from their “yard.” Hell, even pirates of old signed contracts (Pirate Code) that assured death to a rapist.
The people are forced to play a rigged game, where new rules are constantly made up along the way. The system is stacked and the game has gone on for so long that everyone has been affected and made a victim.
History has shown us that when the People break away from their oppressor’s rule, they are quickly labeled “criminals” or “anarchists”… Tutoring on the subject of this country’s founding principles is not sedition! And anyone who says it is, for any reason, is committing treason!
“If not I, than who?”
“If not now, than when?”
I answered those questions with “I” and “now” a few years ago, and every day since. How will you answer when asked what was you contribution?
“My children, when they speak of their father, will say he was a man who stood up for what was right. A man who said he must do something now. What will your children say about you?”
My loved ones will carry dignity and honor long after I am gone. If only because I was “defiant for you.”
“Everyone dies, but not everyone truly lives!” Find your catalyst and live bravely! Burn bright in your fight!

Knowledge is power; Power to the people.
Cirino a.k.a. Reno

March 17, 2009

March 17, 2009

I believe it was a couple of days ago when I had passed the TV room and noticed that one of those “mainstream” news channels was on. So I doubled back and read the ticker at the bottom of the screen. That’s where most of the real news is at most of the time. After a short while something along the lines of “sexual abuse reports on the rise in the military” scrolled across the bottom.
And my heart sank, I shook my head. I spoke out loud “Not on the rise, just cannot be covered up any longer.” I walked out a second later, reminded that I still needed to do this second post. I felt overwhelmed, so many people to reach out to and help… I am not afraid to offer help. I am not afraid to speak up for victims. I am not afraid to apply real pressure.
So many people I am trying to help bring light to. So many people I am trying to strengthen. I am trapped. Yes, I am in prison, but that does not excuse me from upholding my own sacred honor- even if I must face the danger alone. And in here it feels as though I am alone.
That’s how I get to feeling lonely… Feeling overwhelmed… But god damnit, I am one stubborn motherfucker! I will not give up. No matter how lost I feel. No matter how heavy my brothers and sisters become, I am not letting go. I will continue moving forward, even if I must struggle one baby step at a time.
Which brings me to my next issue, suicide. Now some of you may know this, but the American public is wholly unaware of the suicide epidemic of both our active duty and military veterans.
While in Iraq (2006), on the base, there was roughly a soldier suicide every 4-6 weeks. Of course, as any active or prior service member can tell you, every branch of the military will cover up any and everything that would cast a negative view on itself. Especially when it deals with individuals conscious/purposeful actions. For instance harming a fellow service member, or something like suicide. I remember hearing about the third suicide in just about as many months and thinking “that’s too high.”
But then again, everything negative is seriously under-reported. Or categorized under something- anything- else. Many times it is done willingly, openly and by many; which in turn makes it difficult (if not impossible) to reveal the truth. In some cases it’s even dangerous to expose the truth.
They say the truth will set you free. These days, I believe they mean the truth will set your spirit free, free from your body. These days, that’s not what I’m talking about while referring to my release. I like my body; I have really grown attached to it.
Which sort of brings me back to the issue of suicide once again. Again, specifically our veterans; did you know that during 2005-2006 the veteran suicide rate was around fifteen a day (on average)?
Awhile back I was discussing these figures when a bystander made a comment out loud, seemingly directed at no one and everyone all at once. A few people smiled, a few laughed. Others repeated it aloud themselves. I was speechless as I carefully thought about the words “better a homicide than a suicide.”
I was quickly reminded of my lobby efforts in Washington D.C. (2007) to end the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. I spoke personally with congressmen and senators about my personal knowledge and experiences in Iraq. Of how the soldiers I had spoken with expressed disagreement with what they were being forced to do. How they felt abandoned by the American public, because the public was not protecting the service members from this unjustifiable murdering mess that the U.S. federal government ordered them into.
The words I spoke to one of the “War Aids” (of a senator) came back to me. I warned him “You all are treating my brothers and sisters in arms like dogs. And like ‘good’ guard dogs they will attack when ordered to. But when pressed too far, they will snap, they will go crazy; you will break them. Then our soldiers will come back home, and those who don’t already know the truth, and trust me a lot of them know the truth, they will begin to reflect on what happened and why it happened. They will figure it out. Then they will want answers to the obvious questions, and demand the accountability of those in the established government, as accountability was demanded of them. And my friends are the trigger pullers. They are not the kind of people you want sitting around thinking…”
It was at this point that I realized the government had no real intention of bringing our boys and girls home- not alive, not in good health, not expected to live long enough. Its amazing what you can learn when you confront authority face to face with the truth, then look into their eyes, see the reaction on their face and read their body language… Out of a group of 30-40 people who showed up with their own reasons why the wars must be ended, everyone had suits or beautiful dresses with great looking hats… I had on a dark t-shirt and cargo pocket pants with combat boots- the same ones from Iraq.
When everyone else talked they were shut down- rudely- I will add. Everyone, every last one of them. I went last. I went last on purpose. I saw that same “shut up” tactic used before and it was being applied to them again. I went last on purpose.
Some congressmen, aids and officials tried to shut me down, tried to shut me up. And every time they tried I took more ground from them! I kept the pressure on; I raised my voice over their tones of authority. They are public servants. Servants do not tell their masters to shut up. I was speaking for my brothers and sisters in arms. Our voice was going to be heard!
When security tried to sneak up behind me, I called them out. When “they” tried to intimidate me, I told them to do something or back off. They backed off.
When I left all those offices, the others (activists) commented how “they” (the congressmen and senators) LISTENED to me. It felt good to hear it; at first. Afterwards I wanted to yell at them, “Why can’t you do the same!?!”
Sorry, I am cutting this short. I got two “You’ve been flagged” notices in the mail today. One was “This letter contained correspondence that describes/depicts a group disruption.” The other one was “This correspondence is detrimental to the security, good order, or discipline of the institution.” So I want to get this out before “they” find a reason to hold this entry back.
It’s getting harder for me to write. I want to be free in my speech but I’m not allowed. I will continue to be careful so I may continue to reach out. I need help helping you. No one can do this alone. No one.
I will try to write more on my experiences in Iraq and their related actions back in the U.S. soon.

Later,
Reno

Its My Birthday!

March 15, 2009

Hello,
Today is my birthday. March 15, the “Ides of March!” You know what they say, “Beware those born on the Ides of March!” Ok, so maybe I made that quote up myself. Hey, a quote has to begin somehow. Besides, it is my birthday- I can do what I want! It’s a family tradition thing.
I was told this morning that “a lot of people” were sending me well wishes, thank you’s, and other such things that comfort me in a positive way. So I thought, “Why not write to them today?” So here I am, pen in hand, upon my bunk, writing to you (obviously). Waiting for chow call (lunch), and wondering if I am going to get to put my wash into the dryer before I leave the building to go and eat. Oh, there’s the call now, be right back!
Ok, back! And guess what?! On my way to chow I stopped to check on my clothes, and do you know what I found? I found nothing! My clothes were missing! I say “were” because I found them. They were in the dryer already; how cool was that? So by the time I had returned from eating, my stuff was all done.
What was not cool was that my cell was “tossed.” The funny thing about being locked up is all these rules that the corrections officers are in charge of enforcing. Such as having our beds made. But, then on days like today, when we return we find our beds in disarray because said C.O.’s have searched (tossed) through it. Then leaving it a mess on the way out to fuck up someone else’s made bed. But if your bed wasn’t made up, “they” do not search it and they yell at you instead (write you up, take you to the hole, something along those lines).
Anyways, I did have to re-make my bed and straighten my locker out. So let’s recap the day so far: Inmates/convicts help me out this morning, and a C.O. fucks up my cell, because that’s their job. Funny how that works out, right?
I don’t know, maybe you had to be here…
If you were here, then perhaps you would notice the tension in “the yard.” The gangs here are tightening up their slack. Today, yesterday, and the day before it was noticeable. Well, at least for me it was. But I am paranoid, so I am always on alert; but I am not crazy or even borderline. I am not “hyper-alert” like our vets though. Those who cant get rid of the “survival head” even after being home for a bit.
Which reminds me, I have not forgotten about the second part of the Iraq blog. I have not written it yet because “somehow” my mail is being delayed or flat-out kept from me. Which in turn keeps me in the dark about if my work reaches its destination or not.
But anyways, back to this “warzone.” If you did not notice the tension the first day, then yesterday you would have because of the C.O’s actions throughout the day. “Wanding” people down, at least a certain ethnic group. Calling our mass movements at different times, all sorts of dead giveaways. But these are all observations on my part. I am not in a gang, so I do not have “inside information” on any of this, which makes my survival here a little more interesting.
You see, I am what we on the inside call an “Independent.” I am not affiliated with any gangs. Of course, that does not mean that I have never spoken with those individuals who choose to participate in such associations or comradeship. I only focus on concentric ideals and issues; beyond that for the time being, I do not concern myself with.
Well it is evening now, supper has come and gone. Just a couple of hours left before lockdown for the night. I spoke with my father earlier, he shared with me all the well wishing, thanking, and comforting words that continue to come in.
We briefly spoke of an idea to secure my release by using public (that’s you!) support to pressure the courts to follow the laws of the state of New Hampshire, the United States code (federal law), and most importantly the supreme law of the land- our country’s CONSTITUTION. They claim to enforce said laws while they are operating illegally themselves!
While the “shills” for the government (and those with self-serving reasons) would have you believe that my support base is only “teenagers and college students,” those who have been with us from the beginning know that I have worked hard to break every barrier that presented potentially major challenges to the movement’s forward progress. Racism, sexism, classism (Is that a word? You know what I mean though; give me a break! It’s my birthday!), and cultural differences between the ages. Civilians, military, veterans, protestors, demonstrators, militia, peace activists, Muslims, Christians- Everyone working together now…
And the best part? We continue to learn and grow, share and grow. As I like to say, “Knowledge is power; power to the people.”
I feel (we feel) that things are beginning to heat up. With my case, with the situation the federal government is putting itself in… My release should be granted or flat out ordered for many legal reasons. At this point, all we (I) need is public support, public pressure. And that’s being pushed out there already.
I just keep spreading the truth the best way I can.
I need to get ready for bed now. I spent most of my day writing you all (or explaining to others why I needed to write today). So for those that thought of me today, I spent my birthday thinking about you. Thank you for making my birthday in prison a happy one. This is the best I can do to say thank you for your support.
You all take care out there. Keep your spirits and hopes up. More importantly, keep speaking up for your rights. “True freedom” is my goal, not just my release.

Again, thank you.

Later,
Reno

My Time in Iraq

March 4, 2009

My “Editress” has advised me to keep in mind “Don’t scare people away!” I cannot remember if I promised that I would not, but I do remember that I did express a sincere desire not to. I try.
I also read a comment of “Move slowly, sheep scare easily.” More sage advice to remember as I begin here; now…
My intention at this point was to speak out on my experiences in Iraq. My experience of being a Department of Defense contractor; working directly for the U.S. Army as a weapons repairer and instructor for both the military forces and security forces operating in northern Iraq.
How does one talk about being in a war zone without scaring people?
How would you go about describing being woken up at night by a helicopter firing “Hellfire” missiles at nearly point blank range over and over and over again? Then realizing that you are in range of small arms fire. What do you do? Hide in your Harden shelter full of mud, or return to your “hooch” for your body armor then hide in the Harden shelter? Or do you go back to bed?
I went back to bed- of course not before I put my body armor on…
How would you go about describing walking back from chow, on your way back to work when all of a sudden you hear mortar shells blasting on impact, followed by another blast, followed by another blast, followed by another blast and another and another… Knowing full well that shells are being “walked” across the camp; someone was going to get killed. You just knew it.
How would you go about describing such things without scaring anyone? And honestly, what is scary? Would you be scared in those situations? I’m not really a hardcore bad ass motherfucker, but I was there and I was not scared. In all honesty, I was excited. I felt alive and my will to live was renewed. Pardon my analogy if you find is offensive, but it was like falling in love physically- fast heartbeat and all. And mentally, you are hyper-aware. Imagine cheating death…
Oops, am I scaring anyone? That was not my intention. I was just trying to explain my- I mean share how- it’s involved.
Let me back up just a bit, switch gears and try this again. Ok, here it goes…
Most people who first learn of me and the endeavors I have taken to task often believe that the path on which I struggle was determined by my experiences in Iraq. Such understandings are both true and false. False, because I knew full well what I was looking to investigate once I began the application process. Yet still, it could be said to be true due to the fact that the “issues” I had investigated were in fact true and even worse, much worse, than I expected.
The money I earned while in Iraq was what provided my resources. All of my earnings from Iraq commissioned my fight for what is right. For those of you wanting a number- $47, 000+.
So in a sense yes, Iraq did catapult my efforts to affect change in our “established” government. That those who were aware of the raping of the spirit of our Constitutions (state and federal) be held accountable.
I get many questions about what I saw and heard in Iraq. Lost of them… I want to go into that but I am supposed to “move slowly” and ease into issues. But how?
What words could be substituted for the raping of both military and civilian women? And this ON BASE. How many of those who say “Support Our Troops” are even aware of the fact that women are strongly discouraged from walking alone after dark? Hell, even men are raped both on and off base. So many factors and excuses can be pointed at. But I ask why were our boys and girls, my brothers and sisters in arms there in the first fucking place!?
Fuck all the bullshit lies of “terrorists,” “weapons of mass destruction,” “they hate our freedom,” by the way if you really believed that one (be nice Reno, be nice)…never mind. And the whole “we are expanding DEMOCRACY.” Ok, this one I cannot let go. The United States of America is a REPUBLIC! Just like every state inside it is a REPUBLIC. At least they were.
America has been hijacked. Yet our troops are practicing regime changes elsewhere. And by what Right? If the Iraqi people wanted to overthrow their government, that is for them to do. When the American people move to stop the tyranny here on our soil…
Whoa! I’m sorry S.I.S.* I was not saying anything ANTI-GOVERNMENT. I know it looked like I was about to, but I was not. I would not because I like to be able to use the phone and receive letters. I like to be able to order canteen for my needed items. I do not like the idea of being put in S.H.U. (special housing unit). The idea of getting only two cold showers a week does not appeal to me at this point in time. I’d rather not be cuffed and shackled up so I may “fall” and “hurt myself.”
*For those of you who do not know, S.I.S. stands for Security Investigation Service for internal prison functions. According to our friend Keith Champagne: In its “Special Investigative Supervisors Manual” (SIS Manual), the BOP (Bureau of Prisons) encourages a proactive approach to deterring criminal conduct by inmates. The SIS Manual directs SIS staff to use threat analysis, risk assessment, analysis of connections between inmates, and intelligence sources to prevent illegal conduct by inmates while still in the planning stage. The manual also states that the SIS should determine which inmates are engaged in activities that pose a threat to the welfare of the community. The SIS Manual provides examples of how the current version of ITS can assist staff in this task. Cirino is currently under investigation by the S.I.S.
See, look, I’m going back to talking about obeying the Constitution, the supreme law of these lands. What could be more American than that?! Oh that’s right, protecting our unalienable rights.
Wow, I am all over the road aren’t I? There are so many things to say, and even more issues that tie into them. And then even more emotions attached to that...
Soldiers complaining about rashes on their bodies but no one listening. Only to find out that a contractor gave warning to his company months in advance only to be ignored and silenced. Then when the truth does come out about the water being contaminated, it gets dropped from the public’s eye just as quickly as it appeared.
There is too much to go into. Where do I begin? The frauds being committed by the military? The frauds being committed by the companies? The wasteful actions of the military? The wasteful actions of the companies? Or how about the abuses being committed by the military on military personnel? Or by the military on civilian personnel? I believe you see a theme here…
I have not even started and I feel exhausted, saddened… so many lives destroyed.
Where do I begin? Well, I suppose since the company I worked for/was hired by denies that I ever worked for them as a sub-contractor (thereby committing the crime of falsifying a government document in the course of the Department of Justice’s investigation of me) I will start with them.
You are welcome to research my employment with L.S.I. I as processed into the company in January 2006 (hired in December 2005) in Texas. On the fourth of July, 2006 I was returning to the United States from Iraq. I had voluntarily quit to be “fired” due to the military’s reductions across the board. My “package” included a free month of dental and medical after my employment ended. There were other details but I will hold off on that for now.
I also “voluntarily” quit to be “fired” due to a conflict between the company and myself which had been ongoing for awhile. Threats of being killed began at the end. Even my “friends” there warned/advised me to let my conflict/issue go or else something…
The problem I had was that the company’s “higher ups” were no longer enforcing quality assurance and quality control procedures.
Before I forget (and by chance you do not know) my name is Cirino Gonzalez, a.k.a. “Reno.” Camp Diamondback was my main A.O. (area of operation). This is located in Mosul, Iraq.
The main issue was when the shop repaired a weapon, QA/QC (a procedure to ensure that proper procedures were done and double-check work/repair completion) was at the time being signed off “completed” by personnel who had no weapons training to begin with! Nor had they ever been in the military, period! In fact, I once caught an L.S.I. “higher up” signing off a stack of worksheets without the weapons even being present!
Allow me to explain why this is so important and a touchy issue for me. Negligent homicide could easily occur due to these practices. A weapon could malfunction and fire when it is not supposed to, possibly injuring or killing someone. It could not fire when needed, again possibly causing a death due to lack of defense. Hell, the weapon could malfunction and damage itself, injure, or even kill the operator. Now do you understand why I had a problem with this neglectful behavior?
Can you now see why it is important for the company to lie about my employment with them, even though my passport is stamped “Iraq”? Even though I received three awards while there in Iraq, one given to me personally by S.F. (Special Forces). I even received a beautiful letter of recommendation from the U.S. Army (I have that one posted online). Secret level clearance, pay stubs, airline tickets… I can prove what I say, and L.S.I. can simply deny it and that’s the end of it? Well not for me it ain’t…
Of course none of this was so cut and dry. I made many complaints. More than a few recorded by the company itself. I made the Army aware too. When I refused to turn my back on the problem, a memo came down from the top. No more weapons training. This even upset some of the sub-contractors who were turning a blind eye to the incorrect procedures.
You would never imagine some of the situations I have personally seen. Such as a couple of soldiers walking in and placing a 240 system on the work bench in front of me and saying “We just got assigned to go out tonight with this. How does it work?”
Or how about this one: a soldier carries in a Mark 19 automatic grenade launcher (40mm), places it on the center table and then says “I have to teach a class tonight on how to operate this ‘bad boy’.” My reply was “Why? You all are not even allowed to use those out here anymore because of all the collateral damage it causes.” He shrugs. Collateral damage = innocent people’s deaths, in case you never understood that cool sounding phrase.
Oh I could go on and on, but I must break here for now. Nobody got scared right? Now that we have “eased into it” this next part should be really fun.

Later,
Reno

Introduction

February 7, 2009

My name is Cirino Gonzalez; A.K.A. “Reno”. I currently live in Brooklyn New York. I stay on the 8th floor of this building. I have a GREAT view! I can see the Brooklyn Bridge off to my left, the B.Q.E. (Brooklyn Queens Expressway) on my right; so right in the middle of Mid-Town Manhattan. Of course, the Twin Towers are missing; how ironic my view is…
MY floor has a “yard” believe it or not. From it I can see the bay. And in the bay I can also see the Statue of Liberty. How ironic my view is…
I am waiting for a flight right now, and I’ve been waiting for awhile. But I have my work to keep me busy, and “business is good.” My clientele is everyone, but my focus group just so happens to be my neighbors here. I have a captive audience; how ironic this is once you realize what is really happening to me, what I do…
My target clients, who I have said happen to be my neighbors, span across all races, ages, and classes of our society. From the common man to murderers, the very poor to multi-millionaires. They all have one thing in common with each other, and they all want what I push. For themselves, for their families, they want it. Hell, even you want it. And the crappy part of all of this is that I am paying the price!
I love my work…But before I get into what it is that I do, allow me to give you a quick look at my prior education/work history: Weapons expert- R.O.T.C. for the Air Force as a teenager in high school. I entered into college at 16 for criminal justice with a minor in law enforcement (oh how ironic). I entered the U.S. Navy (and Marine Corps) at 17, becoming “active” at 18 years of age. I am a Quad 0 Gunner’s Mate. Because of my Quad 0 status, I worked on every gun and missile system the U.S. Navy had in service. Plus, I ran my ship’s armory.
I know small arms and instructed hundreds in their use. This honored position also brought me into contact with every explosive/ordinance device in common use at the time. I did this for over eight years before I left on my own. By this time I had served in the Navy during two wartime periods: Desert Shield’s ending, and in Kosovo. Three if you want to count the drug war for which I put in work in South America. I was an E-5 at my discharge.
Fast forward to my most recent (paid) military work, which was in Iraq. Secret-level clearance a must, I worked for the D.O.D. as a contractor (for L.S.I.), sub-contracted out to work for the U.S. Army doing weapons repair and instructing soldiers in the use of their assigned weapons. Later on I had to leave due to issues with the company that hired me. L.S.I. wanted shortcuts that would put our own boys and girls in danger. Had I went along with it I would have been able to finish my contract. I was earning nearly $300 a day, seven days a week, doing a job I loved. But my brothers and sisters in arms are more important to me than money, so I bucked against the company. Later this same company (L.S.I.) lied to a U.S. government investigation, denying that I had ever worked for them.
Between my Navy and Army history, I have worked all sorts of security positions. From a halfway house (oh how ironic), to manager of a dance club, to security at an international hospital. With formal education and work experience, you could say that I am able to investigate/figure things out for myself. I am also usually able to handle myself in less than ideal circumstances (survival training/weapons tactics, etc.)
I top off my formal training with my informal learning in computers. I’m an expert at upgrading, building, installs, networking, and of course “hacking” on the side. So are you curious what I do now? What line of work I enjoy currently?
I am sort of a teacher. I like to say “Knowledge is power; power to the people.” It doesn’t sound too exciting does it? But what if I shared what I know with you, and that knowledge put you on a list. Would you still want to know that truth behind one of the biggest lies of our time? And how this lie has caused millions to die in its wake? Would you want to know? How about learning about the secret nuclear wars being carried out over eight years on civilian populations? Carried out by soldiers so unaware that they poison themselves in the process.
“Not possible!” an educated military-minded person would say. “But how?” others would ask. Its simple, you do not classify the ordinance as radiological, and you downplay the hazards during training. Depleted uranium- its use is a war crime.
A meeting with me will get you an interview with the U.S. Marshalls, F.B.I, A.T.F.E, Secret Service, and even the I.R.S. will take notes too. Why the I.R.S? I’m glad you asked. It goes back to my teaching. Back to the work I do these days in my business of “teaching.” I share the truth.
I “push” ideas in a new way, a more correct way. Simple and direct. I teach the idea of True Freedom. That’s what I push. “True Freedom” for you, for your family, for everyone.
Believe it or not, you are a slave, under the constant threat of force. Forced to work for a master whose face you have never even seen. Slave’s work- and earn money for their masters. If you live in the U.S. of A, somehow and in some way, everyone is going to pay their masters. You will also ask permission to work, to drive, even to get married. Even to practice your RIGHTS, you will ask for permission first; or you will pay a price.
Don’t lie to yourself. Could you stop paying the Federal Income Tax? There is no law saying that you must pay it. But can you refuse to pay the Federal Income Tax without the threat of violence being used against you? No, you cannot.
If you do not pay, you will be arrested, and if you have “their” money, it will be stolen from you. You will pay. If you do not have “their” money, you will lose your liberty until you are compelled to pay them. You will pay your master, or lose your liberty. And if you choose to protect your money from being stolen from you, if you choose to protect your LIBERTY, “they” will no longer use threats of violence against you. They will use violence, all the way until you are dead. D.E.A.D. “They” will fucking kill you for your master’s money.
This is the “Truth”, simple and direct. Saying that choosing to pay doesn’t make you a slave is a lie. The slave who works not to feel the master’s whip on their back is still a slave. Do not be fooled any longer. Simple and direct. You are a slave if you submit.
All throughout human history, we as a race -the human race, have fought to be free. Our ancestors have died to secure us a future free of oppression. And every time we have come to understand the newest form of slavery, we have fought it. And we have always won in the end, ALWAYS.
Yet just like modern warfare has evolved from sticks and stones to what we have developed today, the form of slavery has also been refined. We have removed shackles from our limbs. Fought back when whipped by refusing to submit. We taught ourselves skills to free our people from social classism. We have always won.
Today we struggle again. Against a new form of slavery, the enslavement of our minds. Every new form of slavery has taken, has brought on newer, harder challenges. It has never been an easy fight. Even in victory we bring on new responsibilities and face new struggles.
“You have the personal responsibility to yourself, and to your loved ones.” That is the first thing I try to express to those I meet. The second thought I drive in is that only “you determine your own level of involvement.” You choose to be a slave. That is your choice. You choose not to submit, that is your decision. You choose to fight, and you have taken the first step in accepting responsibility for yourself.
Personal responsibility is an awesome power. You may suffer painful learning experiences. You may also realize your fullest potential.
This is a short lesson. This is what I push. It’s what I do.
My name is Cirino Gonzalez; A.K.A. “Reno”.
Inmate register number: 76342-179
I am a federal prisoner currently held at the Metropolitan Detention Center, New York. My bags are packed and I’m ready to go. My flight should be ready any day now.
On September 12, 2007 I was arrested at my father’s home. I was one week away from traveling back to Iraq to build a Peace House with the Iraqi people to be given as a gift to the American people, as a gesture of peace and good will.
My charges came from speaking out against the Federal Income Tax; helping an “odd couple” state their case against the corruption inside our federal government. And helping keep them alive as they chose to protect their property and guard their liberty. My time with them was from Easter weekend 2007, to June 23/24th.
My view of the Statue of Liberty is ironic because I practiced my rights, MY RIGHTS, and I was arrested for it.
I had six charges going into trial. That’s right, I went to trial. I fought them. Would you expect any less from me? Two charges were dropped before the trial began. Four charges went to trial. The jury hung on the verdict for nearly a week. Even though the judge changed the wording in my indictment charges to help them convict me- while they deliberated. How was that not illegal?
Even with that, the jury hung on two counts, and convicted on two. The government was not happy about this, so they moved to get a second trial. When they learned that this was what I wanted, they dropped those hung charges as well.
This is just an introduction. I have much more to say. I want my liberty.
The F.B.I. and U.S. Marshalls know I’m innocent of my charges. I know this because they attempted to set me up for “terrorist”-type charges, but I would not take the bait; though I did want their money. “They” even assigned me my own code name.
My name is Cirino Gonzalez.
Inmate register number: 76342-179
Code name: “Saber”

And I am defiant for you….