The Forgotten Octopus that Strangles Our Future

The Forgotten Octopus that Strangles Our Future

By TLB Contributing Author: Ken LaRive

Some Americans feel that they have never faced an enemy like this, but they are wrong. It feels to them like a many-armed octopus is tapping them on their shoulder while picking their pocket. Something incomprehensible has the ability to reach into minds and hearts, extracting information and instilling thoughts and ideas so cleverly, they seem original. Few push back, deciding subconsciously that it is just too big to resist, and file along with the group, like lemmings…

Something hidden from view enslaves them with debt, and yet few can name that number. Sons and daughters die or scarred for life in wars that can not be explained, and yet few ask the question. In our homes, schools, and community, our children are bombarded, enticed with tantalizing lust and promises. Moral Standards that once unified our country are now in question, blending the lines between good and bad and right and wrong, sex and violence, and our children are products of this new Big Brother addendum.   With constant negative stimulation from every side, and no place to turn for the truth, Americans can’t make a decision to fight or take flight, and as new enemies are manufactured one on top of another, we are becoming collectively dissonant, despondent, fearful and timid. Liberty for safety, that’s the ticket!

Older Americans claim that history is being rewritten in the name of entertainment. Subliminal propaganda produce mind-altering schema, and it moves smoothly from a black box we are conditioned to watch almost 4 hours a day. Scientifically promoted, it manifests with repetition into a conscious act, while bypassing objectivity… and all of it is very lucrative indeed, a pure Freudian science, a Machiavellian philosophy to control the masses, and it all goes comfortably unnoticed. It is business as usual, as we are pushed and pulled along in what can only be described as slavery of the spirit…

The Bureaucratic Octopus is nothing new… it has plagued men from the very beginning of civilization, and pushing back is both destructive and bloody…

Many think something fearful is about to happen, like the destruction of civil liberties, or WW3, but it is so nebulous they just can’t quite wrap their minds around it. Few get to the point where they can comprehend that the first is already gone, and the second is an ultimate war, for their very souls, the virtual enslavement of their spirit. In desperation, they purchase the last boxes of hand-gun ammunition from empty shelves, and with a stimulated “spontaneous inspiration”, a new gun. And The Military Industrial Complex laughs in its dark heart, for another lucrative… black bottom line…

Some even join an organization like The Oath Keepers, hoping to find some sort of solace, support, and answers to questions they can’t quite formulate for themselves. Instead, they realize the same octopus that is seemingly threatening them, the octopus they want to defend against, is making money on the manufacture of the weapons they are buying, and the Oath Keeper T-shirt is made in China. It seems a cruel joke, a cosmic joke of epic proportions, and irony at its best… that the Oath Keepers have been infiltrated to be inconsequential.

They feel more the fool because they can’t see this enemy. It is hidden from them like a wisp of smoke in a storm. They think of it as a sort of Wizard of OZ, a man behind the curtain if you will, and as they buy silver and gold, thinking their world is coming to an economic end, they hope that investing in tangible precious metals will help their family to survive. Certainly, it will keep in step with inflation…. But then, in a flash of doubt, and possible insight, they realize that the same octopi selling it to them, might very well be the entity who controls their own Fort Knox. Is it possible we are buying our own gold? They don’t know, because they have not cared to know, that the Federal Reserve has not allowed a public audit of Fort Knox in over fifty years. They do remember, however, that Ron Paul talked a bit about “fiat” something-or-other, and referred to things that were just too complicated to contemplate. No, we need someone out of the Washington loop, someone for the common man, a Patriot like Mr. Trump.  They got what they wanted, and hopefully will realized the power they actually possess… Many were of the same ilk who cut those odd-ball Ron Paul supporters at the GOP convention…ha! Yes, few remember it… Those Paul supporters were just bad sports, yes, who cares if the rules were changed at the last minute…and they looked kind of strange too, all red-in-the-face as they walked out…

The OK Coral

Petitions circulate begging for their signature, and they ask themselves why they should solicit something that is already theirs… and they get angry, and angrier still. But this kind of anger is not the kind they can take to a proper gunfight, something like the OK Corral. They don’t see their enemies on the street at high noon. It is a echo, a reflection, a flicker just beyond their scope of vision and ken, and again, when they attempt to focus on it, they feel that little tap on their shoulder from long, well practiced and delicately nimble tentacles, distracting them. They have such trust, like little children, lambs to be sheered… or to the slaughter, and when it is seen that a push is needed, a false flag will manifest out-of-the-blue.

They look around, and see the hollow-point rounds recently bought by what is called “Homeland Security” and envision for the moment the possibility that it could be used against them. They see the stacks of plastic coffins that can hold ten bodies at a time, and the detention centers being built called FEMA Camps all around the country. Their anger becomes a rage of fear and desperation, and vow that they will not go down without a fight… But they look around, and everyone is watching the game and laughing. What the hell, are we insane? Eat, drink, and be merry!…and they think that surely it is all just some grand illusion, a bad dream…

Yes, fear inspires action, but what action can one take when fighting an invisible foe, as one might think the battle will be fought from house to house as guns will be confiscated. You think you will die to defend your constitution, a constitution you realize has long been dissolved by the NDAA and the Patriot Act, and that state’s rights have not existed since the 14th amendment… And we watched old Abe, the author of this amendment, fight vampires on the silver screen this year… Are you planning to storm the White House when there is somehow a call to arms? Are you going to tar and feather White House staff for treason, and run them out on a rail? Or hang them all from the arms of a great oak on the White House lawn, for treason? You want it gone? So what, prey tell, are you going to replace it with? Most can’t even balance a check book, read anything over a paragraph in length, or even know we were given the gift of a Republic based on Constitutional Law. But ask them the stats of any NFL player…

What chance does a ignorant and undisciplined mob have in the face of a well trained military industrialist complex of international bankers, and a Federal Reserve who can print money out of thin air? With that money they can buy machines, drones, mercenaries like Black Water, men without a conscience, without a country, without a thought but payment for services rendered. If they do not own it, they can control it, and the media is a case in point.

Are you going to face tear-gas, batons, bullet proof flak jackets and shields, 50 caliber machine gun nests, rockets, and all of it welded by men dressed in black? Are you going to hide behind a burning car in the middle of your neighborhood and toss a Molotov cocktail at them? Can you win? And if you actually won such a skirmish, what would you replace your old world with? What standard would be picked up? For instance, Ron Paul was a Libertarian, and he thought his best chance to be elected was as a Republican, but did the Libertarians help him? No, they wanted their own man with a Libertarian banner to win, and so we had Obama for a second term. Dr. Paul was a strict Constitutionalist. Did the Constitution Party help? No. And what of the Tea Party? Infiltrated by Neocons, they backed the socialist Romney. And what did Romney do? Divided the country with his designed aggression toward the failings of the left, ultimately alienating them forever, and what was the outcome? Obama won. And now, we have another chance… Trump. Now, we see war.

The Key

We even think, from deep in the pit of our stomachs to our disenchanted, disenfranchised intellect, that the voting machines were fixed, and those who have asked questions see that building seven was pre-wired to be demolished, that 134.5 billion in US bearer bonds were not forgeries, that there were 350 times the amount ofput-options three days prior to 9-11 for both American and United airlines, and that our media will not get to the bottom of it. Ha! Less than 10 percent of the population has any inkling of what is described above… And all of this is in the craw of those who shout, “I’m awake!,” and it is eating at them like a cancer.

Here we are, the tentacles now coercing us into a self-defeating class war, and socialism slashes us like a cat-o-nine-tails, as our nation’s blood falls into a collective pool. In desperation we contemplate arresting and court-marshaling military leaders who led illegal and unconstitutional wars, or those who sell illegal arms and fire bombs to both sides of a conflict for profit. Arrest the bankers who drove illegal resource acquisitions, who conspired to enslave the world in debt, and now control our own government by fearful coercion, greed, lust, and all orchestrated by unrestrained lobbyists. Who are these un-elected men with duel citizenship controlling our lives?

What to do? Perhaps the answer to this dilemma is not found in any of these overt primers, but might possibly be found inside. Yes, both the cause and the answer might be found in you.

Wouldn’t that be amazing if you held the key to this dilemma all along? What a concept that would be?

Of course, if you are reading this, the following thoughts most likely will not be considered a reflection of you. Few Americans have the ability to get this far… as Liberty once given, will not be returned without a fight.

To put out a multiplicity of simultaneous fires that are surrounding us, consuming us from all sides and directions, you must go to the very root of the problem, and the root of that problem belongs to all of us, yours and mine. I know, this is a lot to swallow…

You see, tyrants die, but someone, or another conglomerate entity, always tries to pick up that baton. It is a universal law. We must fix the underlying problem. Wait, I’m going to tell you the answer. I’m going to tell you the problem.

The cancer in this world is not the $67 trillion shadow banking system, but the reason it exists at all, you. It is the acclimation of wealth, and it moves from the bottom to the top. It is designed that way, and always has been in a capitalistic system.

It is a system designed to stimulate both success and failure, and guarantees nether. It can also destroy, inadvertently, your will. If you have no will to resist, or no will to achieve, you are a slave to an invisible octopus. An octopus that will tap you on the shoulder until you twist your head right off your neck, looking for it. And then, there are some who actually revel in this system, and move to the very top of the food chain, seemingly unimpeded.

Why? How is that possible?

It is knowing how to play the game.

It isn’t just what you buy, but what you participate in that empowers this octopus. It is you who pays a ticket to a movie full of unconscionable violence and sex, and thus promoting it. It is you who buys music full of negativity and lack of fervor, and you wonder why your boy is selling drugs, and your daughter is giving away sex without a moral compass.

You are what you eat; you are what you think, and this is what America has become.

You are what you think you are…

It is you who continually buy low quality processed foods with empty calories, and eat it with relish at the same time wondering at your failing health. You, who swallow fluoride, and breathe aluminum dust, who heats their foods in plastic pouches that leech out carcinogenics by the infusion of a radiation-leaking microwave. As the bell rings, you pull your heated TV dinner of heavy-metals and toxic-tainted food to consume in front of a black box that spews both propaganda and radiation into your fat stomachs and blank minds… ouch!

Yes, it is you who feeds your kids junk food out of convenience, and sugar-laced synthetic cool-aide to wash it down, and you wonder why they have ADD and both boys and girls have sacks of fat that hang from breasts developing early from animal antibodies and growth hormones. And when you are through, you grind everything down the yawning mouths of garbage disposals, where it originally belonged. You have never heard of GMOs, and actually salivate like Pavlov’s dog when thinking of low quality carbohydrates covered in processed cheese.

It is you who choose not to know history, and so you can’t envision how it repeats itself, or how to stand up and be counted to make a change. You have never read the Constitution or the Bill Of Rights, and you even think you live in a democracy, and yet you can argue your case by denying another to speak. You, who voted in a black man without knowing his past, out of laziness, guilt, or racism, and you sleep quite well at night with a drug that flies like a lunar moth across your TV screen, with a final medicinal toke from a hidden bud of ganja while looking at porn. You, who no longer have the ability to read, to think an original thought, who creates by mimic, who views the world’s beauty and opportunity from a microcosm of myopia, justifications and ego. It is you who are responsible for every aliment that plagues you, every malady is an extension of the way you chose to live your life, outside the bounds of luck.

You leave responsibility for your undoing on the back of the government you have created to enslave you, and in the process, will eat the rationed peanuts they feed you, and with great relish, polish your collective collars with pride. It is you who have replaced morals and ethics, responsibility and accountability, with your own selfish concerns, who would not know truth or love if it bit you on your nose. It is you who have lost your sense of pride for a job well done, who hides without accountability in the face of dependability, who grovels and begs for crumbs in a world of plenty.

Those who choose to copy for affect, steal both ideas and ideals because they have spoiled, lethargic, indecisive minds who reason by default that being different is somehow better. And they continue to twist their hair into greasy knots, balance designer pantaloons on underwear-covered pubic bones, walk around with an evil eye and a punkish chip on stooped shoulders, while drooping their hooded heads for effect… for three generations.

You have no inkling of the universal law of cause and effect… So desperate for recognition, you will even accept negativity as payment, as even a look of disgust or disdain is enough to justify your existence. Minds full of darkness. Full of emptiness but for a vacuous inability to cope… Lost souls, lost in what can only be considered retarded minds, weak of nature and undisciplined, undernourished, uneducated, unproductive, mean-spirited, and infertile. Abused and ruined men, who did not know their fathers, unaccountable fathers on street corners and prison courtyards, pump iron and brag of sexual prowess without accountability, and women, who are so hungry for family they will open their legs to any man with hope. They are found on the dole without direction, untaught, and seemingly without the ability to reason a solution, they approach this world like rutting animals in a gilded cage. And all of it paid for with our tax dollars. All of it promoted for a vote. Do they know that the United States of America has more incarceration than any country in the world, and Louisiana has the most incarceration than any state? There is a reason for this… it is what you deserve, cause and effect.

Because you are irresponsible and unloving, you use abortion like birth control. You feel no moral obligation, only a compulsion to selfishly purge yourself, and since you have only public funding to justify both your reasoning and existence, the octopus seeks payment out of taxpayer dollar, to stimulate the evil you create. No matter how moral or ethical is the taxpayer, he consents by what is referred to as voluntary servitude, and therefore just as responsible. Just as the 53 percent of so-called Christian women who voted Obama into office in 2008, they too are responsible for every child cut in half, every skull crushed. Yes, this stat is true!

Nationally, there are about 1.3 million abortions each year, which works out to 3,562 abortions each day, according to the New England Journal of Medicine, and The New York Times.

And there are men who guide you along, and feed like sharks on the ciaos you create. They stand for noting but a bottom line, and it is a lucrative business.

The Octopus defined

It might seem to you that the octopus is laughing in its dark heart, but the octopus is nothing more than a reflection of yourself. And as you startle at the touch on your shoulder, you may someday realize that the distraction comes from our own weak and evil natures. You see, there are many ways to enslave, and a tangible on is our National Debt… it is a debt that steels American legacy we so wanted for our children, well, a few did…. And as we may see their shining faces in our mind’s eye, only a very few hope for the strength to fight another day. Our legacy, as dominated, is the most profound and horrible of all slavery… it is the slavery of our very spirit. And though it will mostly go unnoticed by all, as time’s linear progression winds down our existence like a clock with a broken spring, our life’s justifications will soon be forgotten, like a bad dream in the light of day. And since you did nothing to help, you will soon be forgotten like a bad dream. In fact, you will be considered the cog that slowed the wheel of Western Civilization. That will be your epitaph, your legacy.


Cause and effect is a universal law, and it stimulates the law of probability to indicate both ruin or boom, and men of vision will always transpire. It is indeed true that both you and I make this world what it is, and we are joined in our humanity. And though we share this common bond, we do not share a common destiny. It takes one bad apple to spoil many more, so too will a powerful seed, like the seed of Liberty from tyranny, grow into a powerful tree, and we in the Liberty movement will plant it. And we know this duality must be fought in every generation, as it must forever, because everything of value is won, even our immortal soul.

Author’s note: One beautiful spring day, possibly a Sunday, my Dad and I played catch in the back yard. I was about six, I suppose. I missed another one, and started chasing it all the way to the fence. I think my father saw in me an embarrassment for the miss…

“Hey, A-hole!” he yelled loudly, and I stopped dead in my tracks and turned around glaring. 

“Are you an A-hole?” he said with a smile.

“NO!” I said emphatically.

He walked up to me, looked me in the eyes, and put his hand on my head. “Then why did you turn around?” he said.


Ken LaRive

From the Author, Ken LaRive – We in the Liberty movement have been fighting to take back this country for less than a decade, peacefully and with the love of God and country in our hearts. Our banner has been trampled on and displaced by a multitude of distractions, further eroding our nation and the cause for Liberty. And so, as we are pulled by forces we cannot fathom, powerful entities with unlimited resources stolen from our future, unaccountable trillions printed out of thin air and put on our backs as debt, we must formulate the most pitiful of all questions any patriot might ask in the final hour: Are we going to fight for our master’s tyranny, or are we going to demand the return of our civil liberties and Constitution? Are we going to choose The Banner of Liberty, or the shackles of voluntary servitude? Will it be a war for corporate profit, or a war to regain our ability to self govern, as the blood and toil of our forefathers presented to us, their children, as a gift? I fear that decision is emanate. I fear that any decision will be a hard one, but my greatest fear of all is that the decision has already been made for us. 

Ken LaRive – FacetsIt’s a simple but beautiful metaphor. Our soul is likened to an uncut diamond, pure, perfect, and unrealized. Each learned experience cleaves a facet on its face, and leaves it changed forever. Through this facet, this clear window, new light, new questions and ideas take shape and form. This process is our reason for being …

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