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
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Saturday, March 28, 2009
Saturday, February 14, 2009
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….
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….
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