From: James Floyd (jfloyd@airnet.net)
Date: Wed, 27 Oct 1999 08:46:01 -0400 (EDT)
Subject: I Ain't Through Yet
In April 1999, the Electronic Privacy Information Center,
presented its Big Brother Awards. "The Lifetime Menace
Award" went to the FBI.
Issues and Views, Oct. 99
Ms. Reno, this is ole Jim a'writing to you, again. I'm sitting here
fresh-bathed, I got on my red sport coat, white belt, white socks,
and Sunday, brogan shoes, unfortunately, I'm out of snuff, so I may
be a little rough on you because of it.
My fat wife is here too. (weighs about four hundred, huge breast) She's
laying-out of work from Suds-A-GoGo because of an infected tattoo,
which has just about ruin't her personality. It's hard as hell to be
moderate, measured, or even semi-reasonable under such conditions.
Snuff deprivation and the old lady's tattoo are not our only problems.
Topmost of all our maladies, we suffer from the cruse of independent
thought and an indestructible memory. We are 'rednecks with library
cards,' obviously, this alone makes us very dangerous enemies of the
State.
Exposing ourselves to you this way gives you, of course, a tremendous
advantage in your propaganda programs, which seem to always precede
the extermination of your enemies, since you must first 'humiliate the
notion of their humanity' before doing them in. We know the dangers.
But Janet, despite all our social peccadilloes, and our justifiable
fears, we are serious students of the history of the FBI and other
federal terrorists. We've found that you and the FBI have several
sores, some large, some small. What I try to do, old darling, is
find these cankered boils and rub'um, and rub'um until they are raw,
then inflamed, irritated, painfully sensitive and then I rub'um some
damn more. So, let's do some rubbing!
A Black Sore
Some Black folk, over the past few decades, have begun to look at
the FBI as their friends and protectors. Some are even agents. Some
would willingly kill their own kind, if so ordered. None will
discuss the historical relationship between Blacks and the Bureau.
And for good, damn good, reasons!
You can not imagine the FBI calling Blacks "monkeys," can you?
"In an effort to further polorize (sic) blacks and whites...
Bureau authority is requested to prepare the following
anonymous letter on commercial stationary...
snip...
"Why don't you and the rest of your fellow party monkeys
hook up with the Panthers where you'd feel at home?"
snip...
"If authority is granted to prepare and mail the above letter,
all precautions will be taken to insure the mailing cannot
be associated with this office."
New York FBI to Washington
And the rest is history, the N.Y. FBI's 'monkey letter' was approved
and mailed. Their targets were not just radical Black nationalists,
no, no, they went after the so-called "responsible Negro community,"
with the same alacrity.
And then there is the most infamous FBI letter of all time; a short
note and the sex tapes from months of wire-taps and buggings of Mike
King. (aka Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.) These clean-cut, straight-
shooting, white-hat-wearing, good guys, these champions of the Black
struggle, neatly wrapped and mailed to Mrs. Coretta King and the SCLC
a package of tapes taken from hotel rooms and other locations. These
tapes are full of phone sex, vile language, "in his Negro vernacular,"
and a permanent record to substantiate the FBI's condemnations of
King as "a Sybarite of unbridled desire, a communist puppet, and a
Tom Cat."
Accompanying these tapes was a letter which let King know that "the
only way out" for him was suicide. Yes, dear hearts, J. Edgar and
Clyde spent many a restless night laying there talking this strange
pillow-talk before they took the decision that they didn't have to
kill King, naw, if they applied enough pressure, he would kill himself.
Of course, Judge John L. Smith made it easy for the FBI and Blacks
to postpone addressing this secret relationship when he sealed the
letter, tapes, and a mountain of other damning documentation until
2027. (50 yrs. from 1977) Sweet laud in haben, give me 27 mo' years,
please laud!
And thus it has continued. Letters to the editor, ostensibly from "a
concerned citizen," or even from a "concerned mother." Fire-bombings,
burglaries, shootings, approved at the highest level of the Bureau and
conducted by an endless hoard of well paid agent provocateurs. Wire-
taps, warehouses full of illegal files, bribery, recruitment of
convicted criminals, murderers even, employed by the Bureau and turned
loose on the America public.
During the fifties and onward, the FBI worked both sides of the street
repeatedly urging and initiating all manner of violence. It ain't hard
to catch criminals Colored or White when you got an FBI employee in
the car or one buying the explosives or training the bombers! The FBI's
corrupting effect among Blacks and Whites is legendary, from Thurgood
Marshall, an undercover agent, until, but not including, the Twin Towers
bomb maker, the pattern clearly shows that, back then, the Bureau was
anybody's dog who would hunt with'um, as long as they came out looking
good. And their cheap ideological compass kept them going round in
circles.
This has all changed under their new ownership. They are now
controlled by beastly little commissars whose hatred for all
out-groups has remained constant since 740 AD. And their corruptions
are now far more clever and sinister.
This corruption has clearly spread to the military as was evident at
Waco. Why did two of those Bradley Fighting Vehicles have Alabama
flags waving from their antennas? Were these gloating sadists of the
military species?
Enough! Enough, enough! We don't want another Warren Report,
John Danforth. We want the same freedom from the government
terrorist in the FBI/BATF that Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn and the
Russian people have won from the KGB. Shut'um down, John,
shut'um down, now!
And jail'um!
Jim Floyd
185 Co. Rd. 254
Cullman, Al. 35057
PS - I'm through, now, and I feel better!
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