Scanning through radio stations on the way home yesterday kept landing on NPR talking about how Krisi Noem is messing up big time at DHS and displeasing Trump. My "psy-op" radar went off when this, what sound like a non-story, just went on and on. The broadcasters sounded like two high school girls swapping gossip.

The gossip got hot when they brought up her assistant, Corey Lewandowski, and how he and Noem spend so much time together while both being married. And how Trump jokes about it, and that it, whatever it is, is an open secret in the administration.

All and all I was mystified by the piece. Where did this come from? I've seen nothing on GAW, or in the MSM (though I spend little time there) about it. Seems to me it was constructed to somehow aid and further provoke the anti-ICE color revolution.

Anyone in the know, or have some deeper insight?

What a Long Strange Trip It's Been

This post will likely to be the last in a series that began back in August of 2021. First, a summary of events is in order. Follow the links for details, I will still respond to any comments you may leave.

Part 1 gave an accounting of how, after a year of reporting daily to our empty, "shutdown" office in full knowledge of all those "sheltering in place," I was directly ordered home by the manager of development. Five months later we got the office reopening notice, complete with all the arbitrary and meaningless mitigation mandates we've come to know and love, minus the mandatory vaccination.

Well, I dug in my heals and kicked off a legal process by serving my management and HR with a Conditional Acceptance of their nonsense. My manager was confused, and asked me what I hoped to accomplish with my "unprofessional" tantrum. I answered that I expect Siemens to refrain from inflicting any medical intervention upon me until all conditions of safety, viability, and lawfulness concerning said intervention, as put forth in my Conditional Acceptance, were satisfactorily addressed. In affidavit form. And that eventually, I expect the policy to be withdrawn. This is exactly what has happened: I have been in the office every working day since Thanksgiving, and have not once complied with any mandate; now all C-19 related measures have gone away.

In Part 2 I outlined the Common Law approach I was taking in forcing my corporate aggressors to back off. Though I had come across references to the Common Law in the past, it was only after mandates started popping up like weeds, that I looked into it as a means of challenging the lawfulness of such measures.

The Common Law is our law. It is the law for the people. It is the foundation upon which our founding documents are grounded. Despite all efforts by presidents, legislators, lawyers and judges to push us into a civil/statute/admiralty system of law, we are a Common Law nation. We are what John Adams called "a nation of laws and not of men." That is, no man can decide one's fate, only the law, following due process can determine such an outcome.

Part 3 picked things up after receipt of my Conditional Acceptance. There followed a Teams meeting with my manager and HR, ending in them reading me the riot act, and patting themselves on the back. The smug attitudes explain Miss HR's dumbfoundedness upon being served with a Courtesy Notice graciously giving her another five days in which to respond to my previous Conditional Acceptance.

Vaccinations got added to the mix in Part 4, causing a reset and redirection in strategy. I broadcasted through company e-mail why we did not have to submit to such a demand, and that I would work with anyone wanting to fight it. I got no takers. Nevertheless, I soldiered on. But now my guns were trained on the division CEO, CFO, HR, and four other enablers down the hierarchy. I also reloaded with a new Conditional Acceptance that specifically addressed the vaxx.

Part 5 takes us into November after receipt of the Conditional Acceptance and Courtesy Notice have been confirmed. With due notice having been given, and time to reply having expired, I serve the seven mandate bandits with a Notice of Default and a Notice of Estoppel. The day before Thanksgiving they each got a Notice of (personal) Liability and Fee Schedule and Demand to Cease and Desist, amounting to $100,000 per violation, per day, per person. Things seemed to go oddly quiet after that.

With the legal process in motion, I was girded for battle. The first confrontation is detailed in Part 6. It ended in a stalemate, but I did manage to lay out the expected code of conduct for any future conflict.

A truce is reached in Part 7. It was really more of an unconditional surrender on the part of management with me declaring that I would be coming into the office everyday, oblivious to any and all mandates. I was almost daring them to violate the served estoppel and set the fee schedule into motion. I did promise not to disrupt any more meeting with my maskless form, however.

Bluff Successfully Called

I'm proud to say that I have not wavered in holding to my declaration of noncompliance. Unfortunately, I didn't get to cash in on any violations of estoppel. But really, a payout was never the aim of the strategy. The aim was to take Siemens to the precipice (to borrow a phrase), and force them to back down, which is exactly what happened.

Admittedly, events unwound in my favor, with SCOTUS shooting down Biden's OSHA mandates being the most consequential. That said, the threat of personal liability for the breaching of any one of my inalienable rights did give Siemens pause, if only to regroup. But the counter attack never came. I revel in the thought of any anxiety I may have unleashed in the minds of my targets, gloat over the money spent on legal plottings, and chortle at the time wasted by lawyers. Maybe they learned something.

The mandates disappeared Monday without comment. The masks were simply gone. Ever the smart ass (not that I don't have just cause), I congratulated everyone on being allowed to breath oxygen again, and welcomed them back to the atmosphere. It seems that Siemens, like all other tyrannical organizations, has, as I told the group, decided for no discernible reason to swap a phony pandemic for a phony war.

Truly the fight never ends friends, but we should still take time to savor our victories. I won! I write that almost in disbelief. We won, Pedes. We faced down a Goliath. I read every comment made in the course of this series. I digested every question, concern, encouragement, accolade, and nay saying. I weighed the wisdom and considered the applicability of each. Some I acted on. Knowing that I had to answer to you, and that you all had my back gave me the courage and confidence to sally forth.

Fortified with the knowledge of who I am, drawn from my studies into the Common Law (a free man), and armed with its application, I was able to take the battle to my aggressors. And so, for four months I have walked proudly and defiantly, and above all, honorably, in the very den of the enemy. The experience has kindled a passion in me for the Common Law. It is a tool gifted to We the People. A tool most of the world does not have. With it, whenever we chose to stand against evil, we do not have to stand naked. For we have both the Law and the Lawgiver on our side.

God bless everyone.

Last night I attended a presentation hosted by the Commoner Law Group. The speaker was Rick Martin, founder of the Constitutional Law Group. Ostensively, the topic was about his experience with driving for decades without license or registration, highlighting his dealings with traffic cops and the occasional judge who operate a system that seeks to financially exploit us even as they deny us our freedom of movement.

And he has been quite successful: he mentioned three very pricey SUVs along his journey that had been paid for by three different Texas townships that each put him in jail for one night. He also listed 26 judges, more than a couple prosecutors, and a handful of police officers that he has put in jail. As we've been learning, going after the indemnity bonds was a particularly effective part of his wins.

The talk was fascinating and inspiring in itself. At one point he touched on what's in store for state and local officials for the incredible harm wrought by their unlawful COVID mandates. Though an expert in the Constitution and the Common Law, Rick is not a lawyer. Nonetheless, he has committed himself to fighting the tyrants who are bent on removing all individual liberties. And he puts his money where his mouth is.

At one point the Texan let it slip that he was in a hotel in Michigan, and then proceeded to gave us some idea of what he was up to. Remember Marlena Hackne? She is the Michigan refugee from communist Poland who refused to close her Bistro on the say so of Gov. Gretchen Whitmer and her health director Robert Gordon.

Martin actually traveled to Holland, MI to help defend her from AG Dana Nessel, and got thrown into jail for 93 days for his trouble. It seems the judge was under the misguided impression that We the People are not allowed to work within our court system unless we are bar licensed attorneys.

Well, that sort of attitude rubs freedom loving people the wrong way. So he came back for round two. It seems that there are now multi-million dollar suits in place against, at a minimum, Whitmere, Nessel, and a state prosecutor. Based on what I know of the Common Law, I would assume the liability involved would be personal.

He did not give any more details, but it started me to thinking. After the first round of draconian lockdown, unlike the most notorious Dem governors, Whitmer did not inflict a second round upon us Michiganders. As the saying goes, things were quiet; too quiet. Maybe these suits explain her loss of interest in inflicting pain. It's also interesting that she has not mentioned COIVD, nor how she saved us all from certain death even once in her recent campaign events.

I'm posting this as a potential win, but also as an example of the path (along with some resources) that patriots might be able to follow to permanently bring down the daemons who have been haunting us for over two years.

The convoy leaves California on Wednesday, 23 February picking up tributary convoys as it moves eastward. If things parallel what we're seeing in Canada:

The flow of goods slows to a trickle. (Stock up everyone!)

DC, and possibly other strategic spots suffer gridlock.

Biden invokes the equivalent of the War Powers Act, i.e., martial law.

Bank accounts are frozen based on the mere suspicion of supporting terrorist truckers. (Stash some cash away, now)

Is this the cascade of events that finally gets the attention of all normies, and exposes all the tyrants behind the curtain? Asking for a friend.

Postmortem

If you're up on the latest, you know that on my first day back in the office since shutdown, I attended a meeting where all were required to be masked. I, of course refused. If you don't remember check out part 6, and part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4 and part 5 while you're at it! That set up a chain of minor events, which I relay here.

My breech of this corporate court resulted in the courtiers being scattered to the four corners of the office to continue on-line. Truly, it was as if I were infected with bubonic plague. Or perhaps something more dangerous, like the truth. Standing in the conference room abandoned, I felt relief that the confrontation had ended so quickly with retreat of the opposition. However, although the mission's objective of serving management with legal notices had been achieved, the evaporation of my captive audience felt like some sort of a defeat.

As I trudged back to my office I passed a few of the somewhat bewildered attendees now engaged in their hastily reconfigured conference, all unmasked. It struck me that I had in a sense freed them from their weekly ritual of submission. The equivalent of Orwell's morning hate, I like to think. If nothing else, my undercover agent and I had momentarily disrupted the corporate machinery with our monkey wrench dropping.

I got immediate feedback from my two fellow pure bloods of the religious exemption variety. They were both very positive, and consoled my misgivings over not delivering all the key talking points -- the game is long, and this was just the first round. After some back and forth we reached the conclusion that our management had been coached on how to handle me. My flaunting of their authority was accepted quite calmly, and the disbanding of the meeting done so seamlessly that they almost seemed ready for me. Other than telling me I had to have a mask on they were careful not to violate the estoppel, which neither had yet received notice of.

After a couple of hours of nothing much happening I went home. My ability to concentrate was pretty much nil, and I wanted to post the morning's events to GAW anyway.

The Morning After

I returned Tuesday morning, going out of my way to ignore all protocols. It was all for naught, since only three guys, including my confederate from the day before, were there. I have a lot of seniority, so none objected to my wandering the "common areas" unmasked. Even so, the two jabbed zombies sill masked up upon leaving their shared office, which was disappointing. To free someone, they first have to want to be free. To stir up their discomfort, and maybe heighten their level of cognitive dissonance, I would answer the questions they asked me in person, rather than over chat, leaning over them to point things out on the screen. They didn't ask any more questions.

There was some minor activity on the corporate level, however. I got an e-mail signed by one of the Agents target by my legal paperwork telling me that I had missed the vaxx disclosure deadline, and must take care of that. This should at least qualify as a violation of estoppel.

Holding Action

Wednesday I was by myself. Thursday it was just me and the 2nd level, my antagonist from part 6. He was in virtual meetings all morning with some breaks, but never came to visit me. There's no way he didn't know I was there -- he can see the entrance I came in through from his office, and has to walk by mine to reach the restroom, or go out to the parking lot. He left at lunch time.

Battle Plans

It was just me again on Friday. I was to have a year end performance review with my manager, who would be remote. Rather peculiar, since my termination is scheduled for 4 January. I spent the morning preparing a one page PowerPoint for him. I wonder if Siemens ever considered the loss of productivity their mandates would engender. Even if I didn't get a chance to present, the preparation would structure the material in my mind. End the end I didn't use it, but I was fully armed.

The slide contrasted Company Policy with Individual Liberty. The former being structured by Siemens and driven by federal agencies/Biden, and the latter structured by the Constitution and driven by We the People, typifying fascist governments and constitutional republics, respectively.

Whereas he and other managers had agreed or signed a contract with Siemens to uphold company policy, at 17 I had sworn an oath to defend the country and its Constitution from all enemies, foreign and domestic. The same oath taken by millions of men before me who died to preserve that promise of liberty. Unlike an agreement or contract, an oath is legally and morally binding. And is forever. My efforts would not cease.

I know the slide is crowded already, at least in words, but it also depicted a hierarchy of Law with We the People on top and Siemens on the bottom, six levels down under a 1998 charter of incorporation granted by the Oregon Secretary of State, who had sworn oaths to State and Federal constitutions. No person or entity can usurp another's Rights without due process of law, least of all a lowly entity of our creation!

I was using animations to bring these things in as I planned to speak about them. The final item was an overview of Siemens' last go around with Fascism under the Nazis/Hitler and their opportunistic use of slave labor. I knew about this, but didn't have any details until u/NanaQ45 pointed me to this Amazing Polly podcast.

The topic of slave labor put an idea into my head that I would like to polish up and use against the maskers. The masking of slaves is an ancient practice. It was an overt sign of ownership and submission. It was also a means of denying them communication (not to mention oxygen) and dehumanizing them. "Dear manager, still think masking is only about a virus?" Limit this to just the American experience of slavery, which all leftist know is the only slavery worthy of condemnation, and you have a perfect argument for claiming all masking is racist. Has anyone made this argument? I would love to know more.

Happy Ending

At least to the week, that is -- the war wages on. I was ready when the call came in. We exchanged greetings, and talked over current status. Before the review started I told him that I would be working almost exclusively from the office, and that I would not be complying with any mandates. I hastily added that I would not be attending any meetings in-person, to both his and my relief! My point had already been made, and all legal requirements satisfied.

He then launched into a very favorable review, even though I have been distracted for much of the last quarter in criticizing and circumventing Siemens policy, and crafting a way to crush it. Even threatening to take down a few of the main actors. It was so favorable that I got a decent raise and a $2,500 bonus! I joked that after combining the raise with Biden's inflation I would only be down by 6%! Always good to end on a humorous note.

Another Siemens Pede in a different division informed me that he received a late Friday e-mail saying that given the recent Biden/OSHA court loses, his division was suspending the vaxx mandate for the time being. He (I presume) thinks that it came out so late to avoid interfering with any weekend jab plans some employees may have had. Gonna be some pissed off workers. Don't know if this announcement had anything to do with my review. Managers would get notice before us honest folks. Whatever, I'll take it as a sign that I am fighting the good fight. Signing off until next time...

Beachhead established!

At last, some local action in the continuing saga. For the history, and some of the rationale for my approach, check out these posts: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

In our last outing

After consolidating the various mandated medical interventions floating in at different times into one Conditional Acceptance. I sent it off by e-mail for answer/rebuttal to the CEO and six others. The CEO was targeted as the Principal, and the CFO, HR Head and four of his HR henchmen as Agents. They never attempted to rebut, because to do so would give the game away. Instead I got a response that brushed aside the communication with some amusement on the part of corporate lawyers.

This was followed by a Courtesy Notice to all, giving them another week to answer. This time the response was more stern and a bit bullying, informing me that I had best comply.

Next were a Notice of Default and a Notice of Estoppel sent together. To these I got silence. A week later I sent a Notice of Liability and Fee Schedule and Demand to Cease and Desist. Again, complete silence. See part 5 to get a summary of the contents of these notices.

All of the paperwork has also been sent by registered mail to the CEO. Receipts have been received back for only the first two.

Assessing the Situation

The famous Gandhi's stanza is:

First they ignore you. Then they laugh at you. Then they fight you. Then you win.

It may be wishful thinking on my part, but there are signs that we're at the last line. Except maybe it would more accurately read, "Then they look for better lawyers."

Besides the sudden silence where there is a legal and moral duty to reply. The 26 November deadline for me to enter my vaxx status has come and gone with no comment. Maybe they will just assume I'm unjabbed without trying to confirm it, and let me go at the beginning of January.

Lastly, they are giving out exemptions like candy -- 100% of the people I know who applied have been granted one. It's a tiny sample, but for something that was to be available only "under rare and very limited circumstances” it seems like a high hit ratio.

One fellow got his exemption for a New Age, wacko religion. They don't seem to grant them for Constitutionalists, however.

Bringing the Fight to the Enemy

My legal strategy relies on proof of notices being given at every step. It's worrisome that receipt of the most important pieces have not yet been acknowledged: the ones that inform my aggressors that they are in default, and thereby have been estopped from inflicting any medical interventions upon my person; and the one that lays out their personal liability at a rate of $100,000 per violation, per day, per person.

Has the mail room been instructed to not accept any mail from me, or to sideline it somehow? USPS claims that there was a delivery attempt on 24 November. Tracking says that they would try again on the next business day, but that hasn't happened yet. Is this just a holiday slowdown?

I assume that the papers made it through to at least one of the seven addressees, and that a conversation has been generated, and maybe a little worry. I decided to wait no longer, but to fire a warning shot. I've been treated as a leper long enough.

I'm goin' in! (to the office)

D-Day was scheduled for this morning. Development holds a weekly status meeting on Mondays with about 20 in attendance. These have been video conferences for 18 months. With the office reopening, a handful of people have been attending live. I seldom watch once signed in, because I just can't take muzzled grown men sitting around a conference table seriously. Not to mention straining to understand all the muffled voiced. The symbolism of submission and slavery is too strong to stomach.

The plan was to provoke an incident, or maybe even a violation of estoppel, and in the process get the three unreceived legal notices into the hands of the two manager who would be present.

Every page of every documents contain this footer, "Notice to principal is notice to agent; Notice to agent is notice to principal." Legally, this means that when one person in the chain gets the notice; they all get it. My thought was to circumvent the "no notice received" gambit that seems to be at play right now at HQ.

I met with my fellow exemption holding pure-blood over the weekend to plot. He had been to a couple of the live meetings, so was able to lay out enemy positions around the table. He hates it, but volunteered to go into the breach along side me. The plan was for me to come in once the meeting had started, and the recorder was rolling to sit with him on my right. I was to work in the topic of the legal paperwork when challenged over my non-existent mask and deliver it to the aggressors through him. Apparently, one can't properly serve their own notices. Testimony of service is much stronger if it comes from a third party.

The Landing

I had been dreading this confirmation for weeks. Now it was at hand. The fact that I am in the right filled me with resolve, but it was a sleep delivered epiphany that really steadied me. The path I was anticipating was a take-no-prisoners struggle to the bitter end while taking flak from all, but I was shown another path: I wouldn't be marching into a camp of enemy warriors, but into a playground of indifferent cowards. Most have no love for the masks, but are too afraid, or can't be bothered to fight. I didn't have to fight those, because at some level they want to be free. I merely had to show them the way.

With that view of the terrain, I arrived at the office an hour before the meeting. I kept a low profile, because I did not what to shoot before seeing "the whites of their eyes." I exchanged greetings with the development manager, RR, in an external hallway just before the meeting; him masked, and me not, so it wasn't a complete surprise.

I logged on to the meeting from my desk, and started a recorder. I gathered the papers to be served and waited until everyone was in their place. There were more than planned, so the ideal position was already occupied. I wandered in to the den of zombies to a few greetings. The last available seat put me next to my manager, JJ, with one person between me and my spy.

The challenge came right away. That's when I got off what I think was the only unrushed line (I haven't watched the video yet):

"My need for masks pretty much evaporated after 5th grade."

"You have to wear one, don't be disruptive."

"According to whom?"

"Siemens policy."

"I've noted before that Siemens has no lawful authority over my body."

I refused to mask again, babbling a bit about masks being medical devices that had to be prescribed by a physician, Siemens being incorporated by the state of Oregon, which is beneath We the people, and how they couldn't violate the Constitution, etc.

I hadn't wanted to get into details in a defensive way, but a shut down was looming. I had anticipated having the police called, but I hadn't considered that the meeting could simply be disbanded with the attendees scattered to their work spaces, and continued on-line.

I admit I panicked, and tried to get everything out at once. The impending shut down and my anxiety were making it hard to deliver nice one liners -- real life never follows the script. Instead I kind of just rushed on. But I managed to pull myself back together enough to be able to deliver the coup de grace:

"The authority of Siemens is the subject of an ongoing legal process. Siemens and all agents have been estopped from inflicting any medical interventions upon my person. The details are in the legal paperwork, you really need to know the legal ramifications before you take any action."

I then quickly held up the docs one-by-one, naming them before passing them to my confederate through an intermediary. RR wanted to know if these came from the HR head. "No, these form the basis of the legal case against him and others."

Despite the glitches the mission was a success! All five notices were served on RR with everything being recorded. I ended up giving copies directly to JJ, since he was on my immediate left.

I was too keyed up to focus on the meeting, or anything else. I waited and hour after it ended for a visit from the bosses, but nothing came. I stayed an hour before heading off for the safety of home.

Next Steps

I plan to keep going to the office until there is no reaction, or I am shut out. JJ usually only comes in on Monday, RR maybe twice a week. And I'm sure both, after consulting with higher ups are going try to talk some sense into me.

JJ is a good guy. He was instrumental in building the company before it was acquired, so is very vested. New to management, he was miffed with the Siemens vaxx mandate. I think he's feeling conflicted, and is experiencing some shame. At other times as this has unrolled he has tried to reign me in, but not this time. He didn't say one word to me, or come talk to me afterward.

RR is bit more cold, but still a good guy. He was actually very reasonable, although wrong, with me today. He was the first employee of what was a startup, so super vested as well. However, he is a true Branch Covidian.

In my rambling I did try to warn them that they don't want to get swept up in this. And also that when things turn, as the courts are doing to Biden, that Siemens will cut them loose. That they would leave managers hung out to dry when birds come home to roost, just like they did when they switched from working with the Nazis to working with the allies to put Nazis away. I'm sure this came off as the ravings of a madman, but I really don't want to suck these guys in.

I doubt I'll attend another meeting live anytime soon.