Dealing with the Devil

A vile an ugly man has died today; Senator Frank Lautenberg of NJ.  I won’t mourn the passing of someone who used emotive prevarications to benefit himself at the expense of others; good riddance to this bad rubbish.

“Isn’t calling a man Evil pretty extreme?” I hear the voices in the peanut gallery ask, “Can you truly know what Evil lurks in the heart of men?  Or does only the Shadow know?” I may not know what cruelties Lautenberg suffered as a child at the hands of his parents; I can only half-imagine the trauma of being an impoverished Polish-Jew, with a father who died when he was 19; but I can recognize when a man chooses to ally with the darker demons of his nature, rather than overcoming the challenges he faced.

This is the face of the late Frank Lautenberg:

That is the expression of a man on a holy and righteous mission; the face of a man holding a pistol to the back of the head of a monster who raped and murdered his child; a man who’s making a darkly moral choice for the sake of perpetuity.

Frank Lautenberg is making this expression at a podium with armed bodyguards present, a mendacious manipulator of naive newsmen and histrionic house-fraus.  This man surely had ancestors and neighbours who were disarmed and murdered by the Nazis, yet during his career he repeatedly voted-on and passed legislation to do the same to native Americans.

The hypocrisies detailed by the Modern Ronin are not an example of unintended consequences, but rather the very-much intended consequences of the standard Gun Control shell game.  Modern Ronin rightly describes them as perverse:

An even more heinous aspect of this is that it is an ex post facto law (which are supposedly unconstitutional). This means that if such an event like I described happened in 1990, such a person still maintained his constitutional and natural rights… until the Lautenberg Amendment was passed in 1996. He then became a prohibited possessor. A perverse consequence of this was that a significant number of police officers lost their jobs in 1996 for a minor event that might have happened decades earlier, because as a prohibited possessor they were no longer allowed to possess a firearm.

The law he’s referring to is often called “The Domestic Violence Offender Gun Ban”, or the “Lautenberg Amendment” – and he does a thorough job explaining what legal insanity it all is.  There’s no need for me to reiterate his excellent post.  What I’d like to focus on instead is how you should never, ever, ever do business with the devil or his appointed advocates.

The genuine, Faustian, “Sell your soul to the Devil” thing is (reportedly) only approved once or twice a century; what’s far more common is that a slight advantage is offered, or an easy way out, priced in such a manner that it seems far cheaper than walking the straight and narrow.  It’s only after signing the contract in blood that you learn how hard the easy-way-out can truly be.

When I was falsely accused of domestic violence, the representative of the Crown, Ms. Margot Engley – as textbook a case of Antisocial Personality Disorder as one could ever hope to see (in my opinion)[1] – offered a plea bargain where I’d cop to Assault, but only serve several months of community service.  The alternative was proving my innocence (“proving guilt” being an outmoded concept) while risking the penalty of many years behind bars as a violent offender.

Let’s look at that again: I (allegedly) was a violent thug, a biker who beats up women and mentally abuses them for fun, who deserves to be locked up for years on end for the safety of society; Ms Margot Engley was willing to have me walk the streets so long as I picked up some garbage for a few months as an indentured labourer.

Oh, with one catch – I’d be registered as a violent offender for the rest of my life, my licence plate would pop up like an MTV music video for every cop who wound up behind me in traffic, and I’d never be allowed to travel outside of the country.

I decided to fight for my freedom, and damn the cost.

Needless to say, there are a number of troubling legal standards which underlay all of this; Primary Aggressor legislation, mandatory DV prosecutions, plus a culture which assumes that males are always guilty (even when he has a black eye and a cigarette burn upon arrest at his mother’s house where he ran to, while she’s uninjured and has a history of involuntary psychiatric commitment to boot – don’t stick your dick in crazy, fellas).  Also, I was extremely lucky that Judge T.C. Semniuk was so level-headed, and that I was able to afford the $10,000 for my lawyer, Andre Oullette (a truly decent man); but even if I’d been forced to represent myself against a dishonest, feminist judge, I still would have fought the charges.[2]

I’d rather spend several years in prison than admit to a crime which I didn’t commit.

Modern Ronin mentions the multitudes of men who take the plea-bargain – only to find out, years after the fact, that it wasn’t what they thought they bargained for.  I have sympathy for these men; they were stuck between a rock and a hard  place, and somebody offered the easy way out.  The stress and panic they were put under is hard to explain to anyone who hasn’t had the society they supported and fought for turn against them.

The tragedy they suffered, however, was foreseeable.  Never make a deal with the Devil.

Nobody said life was perfect.  Nobody said that all your plans were going to turn out exactly as you hoped.  Nobody said this blighted world was fair.  That still isn’t an excuse to stoop-down to vileness and bargain with the agents of evil.

Life sucks: wear a hat.  Wash your hands of creatures like Frank Lautenberg and Margot Engley.  Live a clean life, and accept the fact that twisted and broken people will throw up stumbling blocks in your path.  Scheming and tactical thinking – that way lies the path to ruin.

Choose the Higher Road; that is why I’m still a Free Man.

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(1) This is my own assessment; I would advise the Court of Queen’s Bench (Calgary) to have a professional Psychologist assess her.
(2) Given that I’m naming names, I should forewarn any other men from dating the woman who assaulted me, Amanda Lockhart – her name is part of the public record, after all.  She admitted to assaulting me multiple times on the stand, was caught in two separate lies while under oath, yet no charges were ever brought against her.

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