I'm sure this one will get a firestorm of flamers, but it's been in publication for a few years, so I'll reprint here (permission granted by me). Have at it...
The Heart of America
Written by Sinclair Nicholas Sunday, 16 April 2006
“…everything is confounded if words are construed into a capital crime, instead of considering them only as a mark of that crime.” – Thomas Jefferson
Although all of my previous articles have been about life in Czechia, I received an alarming message that has pressured me to break precedence and write about America. I need to cover a virtually uncovered story that is taking place deep in the heart of America. A friend (who lives in Buffalo, Missouri) wrote me about a local man who, while talking in a restaurant, said that he should kill that idiot George W. Bush. He also said, thinking creatively, that he could fly a bomb-laden toy airplane straight into the bastard. If I had been sitting within earshot, he would have heard a hearty laugh of agreement. However, the police came to his house and arrested him the very next day. They threw him in jail and interrogated him, then they gathered witnesses from the restaurant and recorded their statements, after which the CIA did a thorough investigation (they turned his house inside out, but found neither explosives nor toy airplanes); finally, the U.S. Attorney’s Western District Office of Missouri got involved and turned those police statements into legal depositions in order to support a federal case against a man whom, I infer, was branded as a domestic terrorist.
At first I did not believe my friend’s story, so I researched the case a great deal and sadly discovered that it was all true. As far as I know, the CIA found no evidence of real intent other than those police statements, meaning this man has already been found guilty, and is now awaiting sentencing (up to five years in a federal prison), for what he blabbered in a restaurant while probably drinking one too many shitty American beers. I haven’t lived in the U.S. for close to fifteen years, so now I am wondering if the home of the brave and the land of the free has not mutated into the home of the slaves and the land of the fear.
It is also quite disturbing that the case was completely ignored by the entire national news media. The accused man was prosecuted in a federal court and found guilty of— and here I quote the office of the U.S. attorney— “…threatening to take the life of the President of the United States,” and while this man (and through him, the rest of my petrified and deluded countrymen) lost the constitutional right to freedom of speech, the major network news reporters stood in front of the wrong court house, urgently waiting to report the verdict to the wrong nationally vital court case: Michael Jackson was found not guilty.
I told many Czech acquaintances about that man’s court case, and when I described the arrest, interrogation and recording of witness statements, my acquaintances always gave each other concerned and knowing looks. Every one of these Czechs immediately thought of life in this country before the revolution. Many of them can remember being careful about what they said in public, they knew that saying the wrong thing could get them arrested and interrogated, they knew that their fearful countrymen would willingly serve as court witnesses in order to avoid problems themselves. They had no freedom of speech and had to watch every word they spoke, which is very likely how people these days feel as they dine and drink in The Maple Leaf (where that man freely said what he thought).
It also occurred to me that I do not fear saying whatever I think here in the Czech Republic, and honestly I cannot imagine, and do not believe, that I would be arrested for saying, or even writing, that I am going to shoot that arrogant, ass-of-a-President who is running this country. I hear such conversations in pubs all the time. A Czech factory worker does not fear saying he’d like to bomb the parliament building and blow all those lying, cheating bastards clear into Poland. In fact I can imagine the laughs and the ensuing sport to see who can think up the best way to rid this country of the entire Czech government. After half an hour of brilliant comic spleen, the winner would get a free shot of rum.
Upon contemplating all of this, it seems that there has been a revolution, a rotation. As a totalitarian country evolves towards democracy, a democratic country evolves towards totalitarianism. I am sure many of you have been thinking and talking about this, and it does seem true, so I thought it should be expressed in writing. Since I have finally written about America, I may as well finish stating my opinion: TV and Hollywood glues the American nation together; consequently, entertainment becomes news and news becomes entertainment (making it the same thing). The American government has waged a relentless war for many years, a war that is disguised in the national media as the noble and necessary war— the war on Communism, the war on drugs, the war on poverty, the war on terror. This war is about peace, and freedom is slavery. Every war is lost, but that’s not the point, because the real war, the war on citizens, is nearly won. As Americans watch the reporters waiting outside Hollywood courthouses to report entertaining news, the U.S. government secretly flies planeloads of enemies to high-tech gulags; the rulers of America (who are also the rulers of America’s most powerful weapon, the media) make important lies and lie about that which is important, they do this to get whatever they want while Americans get stranded at the gas pumps, and stranded in their destroyed cities. Europe can see the monster that America has become, but the average American is completely blind to all of this. A majority of them are not even aware that their freedoms have deteriorated; they are full of patriotic cheers whenever a domestic terrorist has (Thank God, finally) been convicted in the heart of America.
Nicholas
I understand you arrived in the Czech Republic sometime in early 1990, published your first book (Wang Dang American Slang) in 1991, formed your publications firm (Wang Dang Publications) shortly thereafter and you have published several volumes which deal mostly with the philosphical differences between your adopted country and your native land. Your writings would seem to reveal that you are a deep thinking philosopher with a hatred for America. I searched the Web for a bio on you with no results. I wonder, is Sinclair Nicholas your real name or is it a psuedonym? Perhaps a reversal of Nicholas Sinclair, a famous British photographer/jounalist? I think you mentioned in one of your earlier entries here that you were born in Independence. Would you expand on that and give a date and where? Which schools did you attend? You appear to be well educated. What is your university affiliation? What made you so down on the U.S.? The police in every jurisdiction in the U.S. periodically go out and serve bench warrants on traffic violators who have not paid their fines or made court appearances. What was the reason for the bench warrant in your case? Does the scene in the mega-mart parking lot show your true character? Most intelligent people would have asked the gentleman to close his car door in order that they might park. You chose to make it a major confrontation. Perhaps your true calling is that of a rabble rouser. From the limited reading of your works that I have been able to read, it would seem you are a person who relishes verbal confrontation. You talk about wanting to slug the Foreigner Official and thinking of driving your auto through the Foreigner Office wall. Is that your true nature? Did you slug the U.S. cop who arrested you? What is the real you?