Saturday, October 30, 2010

The Ideals of John F. Kennedy Versus the Mandate of General Keith B. Alexander

The Ideals of John F. Kennedy Versus the Mandate of General Keith B. Alexander

Secrecy is the most effective political and intelligence tool employed by men of power. In fact, its stealth ultimately controls science, economies and chaos. Cyberspace has become the great equalizer and men of power have been called to take action against the awakening of the “Sheepal”. JFK’s spirit is alive and well almost five decades later.



Statement by General Keith B. Alexander, Commander United States Cyber Command, before the House Committee on Armed Services on September 23, 2010

The world is shifting its collective memory and sense-making capacity into digital forms. That wealth, moreover, exists in ways that are increasingly accessible by others. Time and distance are less relevant in the cyber domain than in any other. Telephones and computers and radios are essentially merging. That means our communications infrastructure is mostly computers talking to other computers. And remember that each of those computers not only moves data, it stores data in astronomical quantities.........freedom of action in cyberspace, like freedom of manoeuvre in the air, is crucial to the efficient employment of one’s forces in all domains. Likewise, the loss of such freedom could impair the capabilities we have built in all the other domains.

Conflict in cyberspace, moreover, is highly asymmetric. Minor actors can afford and deploy tools to magnify their effects; witness the recent press reports about arrests in Europe of several individuals charged with creating the so-called “Mariposa botnet”, a collection of 13 million computers slaved together for criminal purposes. The tools these actors can employ are almost anonymous, a defender can sometimes learn where an attack came from, but can be time-consuming. That means “attribution” in cyberspace is costly and comparatively rare. The “price” an adversary pays for a capability, a tool or weapon, can be slight; the cost and impact borne by the victim of his attack can be very high.


Speech by John F. Kennedy About Secracy on April 27, 1961

I want to talk about our common responsibilities in the face of a common danger. The events of recent weeks may have helped to illuminate that challenge for some; but the dimensions of its threat have loomed large on the horizon for many years. Whatever our hopes may be for the future, for reducing this threat or living with it, there is no escaping either the gravity or the totality of its challenge to our survival and to our security, a challenge that confronts us in unaccustomed ways in every sphere of human activity.

This deadly challenge imposes upon our society two requirements of direct concern both to the press and to the President, two requirements that may seem almost contradictory in tone, but which must be reconciled and fulfilled if we are to meet this national peril. I refer, first, to the need for far greater public information; and, second, to the need for far greater official secrecy.

The very word "secrecy" is repugnant in a free and open society; and we are as a people inherently and historically opposed to secret societies, to secret oaths and to secret proceedings. We decided long ago that the dangers of excessive and unwarranted concealment of pertinent facts far outweighed the dangers which are cited to justify it. Even today, there is little value in opposing the threat of a closed society by imitating its arbitrary restrictions. Even today, there is little value in insuring the survival of our nation if our traditions do not survive with it. And there is very grave danger that an announced need for increased security will be seized upon by those anxious to expand its meaning to the very limits of official censorship and concealment.

That I do not intend to permit to the extent that it’s in my control. And no official of my Administration, whether his rank is high or low, civilian or military, should interpret my words here tonight as an excuse to censor the news, to stifle dissent, to cover up our mistakes or to withhold from the press and the public the facts they deserve to know.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

The Chain Once Broken

The Chain Once Broken

TIK goes the mind in South Africa
TAK is a being in multi-dimensional space
TOE describes the theory of everything

EENY starts the counting rhyme
MEENY is the one to watch behind the beard
MINY wanted to catch the “N” word by the toe
MO one of the Three Stooges we really don’t know

ONE is the first step
TWO is walking
THREE is the angel who accompanies your journey

A is the Alpha
B is the Beast
C is the Christ

PAST is what you were a second ago
PRESENT is what you are a second ago
FUTURE is what you will be a second ago

MORNING death lives
AFTERNOON death feeds
EVENING death awaits

MAN is the penis
WOMAN is the vagina
CHILD is the chain

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

The Burqa and the Beard

The Burqa and the Beard

The Burqa and the Beard both stir the imagination
Underneath one layer of disguise there exists another
Religion and tradition are the two boundaries
Laziness and fashion create the two in-betweens

The beard is an out-poring of the facial facade
It hides the true intentions of authority
A burqa conceals an entire persona
The silky garb fortifies the visage of the mysterious face

The Rabbi and Imam make fertile their beards
Their wisdom matures as the hair spasms from black to silver and finally gold
Men ponder the passion inside the burqa, and
Discard its reality should it not favour the beard

The burqa is not of Islam
It is a guise intended to impede vociferous thoughts
Worn both to dignify and ostracize the flesh
Its intended purpose is to confuse chastity

A beard creates the look of age
It has migrated from authority to a joyful liberalism
Today stubble naively makes folly of the beard
We will soon see the beard angrily emerge from behind the burqa.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

Friday, October 22, 2010

Prophecy

Prophecy

Assume the Prophets exaggerated their existence
Prophecy once sowed is subject only to secular resistance
Magical words transcribed as the second hand thoughts of the Universal Master
Re-iterated for centuries by the subjective intentions of the tribal pastors

The future is a mysterious moment in time
Its apparition visible through the life-like rendering of hieroglyphic mime
The present may be too irrelevant to consider in the prognosticator’s spec-trum
Its meaning lost in the day’s torturous and repetitive conun-drum

Self-fulfilling prophecy ferments its own strange brew
In the recipe for power, human duplicity is a main ingredient for this heartless stew
For this exploit the Gatekeepers evoke the Devil’s Messiah
The angry lamentations of wickedness make relevant the ancient Jeremiah

Necromancy is the apex of the Gatekeepers’ tool
The main intention is to manipulate the will of the unenlightened fool
Creating fearful illusions is the second implement in its surgical box
The secret knowledge, hidden from the masses, will for mankind, be their ultimate pox

Prophecy is none more than a thoughtful gift from the Creator
Your next step, more than not, is changed by the unscrupulousness of an economic dictator
Be as a shepherd and remember your pause
A step in the right direction will undermine their treasonous cause

The words of a simpleton are easy to remember
Know that one Prophet began His message one warm December
The Others too, in their messages meant no harm
Prophecy in the end, may be none more than humanity’s instinctual alarm.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

Monday, October 18, 2010

Holographic Republic

Holographic Republic

Thirty three men have pondered life for sixty nine days
The experiment in underground living has satisfied the mathematical arrays
A global warning the Gatekeepers have subliminally announced
In the belly of Mother Earth initiates be ready to bring your Trojan ounce

The forty fourth disciple may to, now be in play
Double snake eyes, marks the not so distant day
What grander event could cap a Machiavellian story
The wolves ready to feast on their Manchurian quarry

An ocean away the dinar wages war on paper money
Islam silently proclaiming war on the crucified Easter bunny
An invisible hand is causing all these cocks to crow
Chaos scripted in the quiet of an Illuminati Chateau

The scribes are few and we do know their names
Their caricatures brought to life by a well-known Templar board game
A secret wisdom they proclaim to guard from the pious public
Please let them know, the Creator saw fit to weave a heavenly and holographic republic.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Hands and Feet

Hands and Feet

The abacus separated heaven from earth
A bi-quinary system perhaps emulating the two feet and five fingers
A single bead is worth five in heaven, and
One is worth one on earth

The Maya used dots and lines
A Vigesimal system perhaps incorporating all fingers and toes
The numbers grew by a multiple of twenty
Lines were valued at five and the dots as one

If you keep it simple you could use both your eyes
This would be called a binary system
The numbers consist of zero and one
Nothing made everything possible for sum one.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

Monday, October 11, 2010

The Door Once Open

The Door Once Open

Everything that is wrong has now become right
Even darkness no longer succumbs to the gracious light
Justice was once a thought that stirred men of conscious
Today the law sees fit to reward the deeds of the misguided subconscious

Where there was heaven, now we have hell
Where we had individual opportunity, we now have a multi-national cartel
What was once white has now turned to black
We have cast peace adrift and engaged in many a hateful attack

Where there was hope we have now filled with despair
Individual privacy has now become a public affair
We have grown smarter but much less perceptive
Our spiritual being castrated by a secular contraceptive

What was once moral is no longer in vogue
Our society now ruled by one too many a political rogue
Money was once a necessity to build a family’s future
Wall Street has seen fit to imprison that desire with a derivative suture

Science has extended life but not our joy of living
Poverty grows even in the midst of generous giving
Food fills the shelves but not the hungry mouth
The once crystal pure waters now polluted makes it difficult to vacation down south

The home once a joy has now turned to pain
The monthly bills spew as blood from a cut vein
Children once meek are no longer mellow
In the absence of a job they have befriended the local goodfella

The door once open now remains shut
News once joyous has now turned to smut
Religion once a friend has become the great divider
In what choices have you become the daily subscriber?

Thank you,
Joseph Pede