pk: Censored

All along my writing hasn't been published. Where the writing is incompetent, that's a form of aesthetic cultural hygiene; where the writing is original in expression as well as ideas, that's a form of censorship: cultural sterility: a society subtracting itself from a yearing for survival, for quality. Majorities routinely stick cultures in the mud: evolution routinely sends mutants, independents, god, saints, geniuses ... to get stomped on. But sometimes a little of the god gets though: though only improbably, panting uphill, where the Nazis, the hawks, the morons ... the conventional are in control.

But as of February 2007 I am also officially censored, by federal court order. Getting arrested by a tag team of the county sheriff and the FBI on 2006 October 13 stopped me from writing and posting to the web. But that's small potatoes compared to the kind of censorship I'd been enduring all my life: since childhood, before puberty: probably well before puberty, but I just don't remember my childhood at quite the resolution that I remember my adulthood.

My family accomplished the equivalent of censorship by never understanding what my words or actions had hoped to convey. Neither did my church, my school, my friends.

As a kid my messages were not unique: I was just trying to be on the side of various abstractions: Jesus, Christ ... equality, democracy ... Sound conventional? Hell, I thought so. But no; it proved radical: in all cases. Or, it proved incommunicable: past age six, or eight. As a child my boyhood friends also wanted to be "good": to stand up for "right." But then, no. It proved that they just wanted more money, better grades, a new car ... the other guy's girl ... I too wanted more money, and the other guy's girl: but not as much as I wanted to sacrifice my life, my security ... for my fellow man.

(Note: now I wouldn't buy human redemption for a penny; but I'll still sacrifice all for the biosphere, for DNA ... for evolution.)

This is just a draft: and I have to get offline. So for now I'll just quick detail the fed and my family's role in my official censorship:

In the summer of 2006 I launched a new domain: AgainstHierarchy.org. I intended to move all of my deschooling files (materials from my Free Learning Exchange, Inc., my analyses of civilization as kleptocracy ...) to AH.org. Once a few basic introductory files were up, I concentrated on linking my stories of my own compulsory education, and built those links to include my stories of my university education, and my university teaching, up to and including my offering of a low-tech low-cost internet in 1970. I analyzed my experience with universities on both sides of the lectern as fraud. I gave my graduate school a particular my indictments. The I wrote a black satire, the most vicious yet of my life, warning my graduate English Department, that I didn't intend to die broke and anonnymous. They should see the sands of wasted time as running out for them. Either address my indictments, or get a bloody nose. (Note: I've never bloodied anyone's nose that I can think of. I am the last person in the world to go around bloodying noses. Cops, feds ... priests, nuns ... teachers, journalists bloody noses all the time. In short for the sake of my ironies, I pretended to intend to become One Of Them!

The descendants of the morons who didn't know how to read my graduate papers complained to the FBI: and I got handcuffed, interrogated by a team of morons even stupider and more deaf than my teachers, stripped and refrigerated in the jail, then tortured the worst when the public defender made it clear to me that though he personally understood what I was saying (he really did seem to, the most intelligent lawyer I've ever encountered), that he would do nothing to help me communicate any of my explanations to a jury. He's stand to the side while I had anything but a fair trial, the jury made rabid by fear of terrorists (other than themselves and their bomb dropping government).

I was told that the court would demand that I remove the couple of files at AgainstHierargy.org/NYU/ that talked of bloody noses. I wasn't ready to cooperate in any such thing; but I would do Anything to get back home and report my new experienes online. That's how they got me: with threats of continued silencing.

But: After they got from me the degree of cooperation they sought, the just outright censored the whole of AgainstHierargy.org/NYU/: dozens of files, only two specified as offending.

Once in jail I asked my son to close my bank account, then to also have my utilities disconnected. He did. He got the bank to transfer my remaining two cents to him: after which his wife, Nathalie, paid my bills: where the bill came in the forwarded mail; she did not pay bills that came by email. My email, though the location and password were made known to my son, was not checked.

Thus: a court order hit APlus.net, my host for my five domains: PKImaging.com, Knatz.com, InfoAll.org, Macroinformation.org, and AgainstHierary.org to disable AgainstHierargy.org/NYU/.

Exactly what happened then I can only speculate. Communication with APlus.net is as bad as communication with the Motor Vehicle Bureau. Communication with my son and his wife is slightly better, but only slightly. Thank goodness I'd asked bk to back up my data at APlus.net to a CD. He had. The FBI stole my computers (and who know how much else of my records: I'd need a staff and a budget to check for all that might be missing). After my trial, after the censorship order, I asked my son to see what data had been tampered with. I had nearly 2,500 text files, hundred of graphic files, and, counting art at PKImaging.com, thousands of art images online. bk reported that all of it was gone. APlus.net had destroyed everything!

APlus.net isn't even an American company! I think they're located in Canada. I speculate that APlus.net, sent me a bill, for $6.95, or for $12.95, renewing this or that domain name, this or that service, when to my bank account to help themselves, and found the account closed. I'd been their good client for over a decade. I bet they sent a few emails before they pulled the plug on me. I also bet that the total I was overdue was less than $50. Did they check on my health? Did they know I was being tortured and railroaded as well as censored? I don't know.

I know this. Once my domains were down, bk didn't put them back up!!!!

bk publishes my adopted daughter's website. bk in the past has sponsored my K. domains: I only moved them in with PKImaging.com after bk lost control of the machine had had all of our data on. Why didn't bk republish my persecuted files? the ones not censored: the all but a dozen?

I don't know. My communication with my son have never been much better than my communications with my wife, or my sister, or my mother: and I say so. Knatz.com materials were not flattering to my family. So they kept their hands in their pockets while I got persecuted.

Hey, it's not everybody who can claim to have something so vivid in common with Judas! and with St. Peter ...