Thursday, December 1, 2011

Evil, For All Time. Now on Soundcloud & YouTube!

Podcasts of E-FAT author Ken Neal will be recording renditions
and ad libs of blog entries via

Podcasts will be subsequently converted into Youtube vids as well,
stay tuned for updates.

Thanks again, stay safe kids,


Saturday, November 19, 2011

Coldplay’s Paradise: Lost In Paradox

While meandering through MLYO XYLOTO, I have great difficulty trying to restrain varying levels triumph and curiosity. Paradise, in particular, is a haunting tale of woe, wonder, and disillusion. The message of a young woman, frantic with boundless optimism, in a constant and desperate search for inner paradise.

This is a tragic tale that unfortunately imitates life, as a close friend of mine had to experience her boyfriend’s suicide.  The kinetics of suicide can stop time and space; able to create a tempest of sadness, confusion, anger, and guilt.  Suicide hurts everyone.

I was inspired to draft “Lost In Paradox” after listening to Paradise 10x as a re-imagining to the existing Paradise music video.  Being a member of Generation Y, I remember the “Age of the Music Video” and we are currently so far off from that once sacred ideology.

“Lost In Paradox”; expect immersive blue nebula, parallel universes, self-sacrifices, and tragic dreamscapes.
All shot in vivid color and hard foreground focus, it will stir controversy and raise observation. Scene specifics are listed below and in song structure sequence:

Intro: side scrolling pan of a cobblestoned village with a Mediterranean setting. The streets are filled with life and decoration; local flowers are streamed along lamp-posts and fences. Children run towards the end of the street corner as the camera begins a gradual ascension. (violins) More and more of the decorated village become visible as the vantage perspective begins to climb above treetops. 

Pre-verse/verse: sun haze can be seen as we overlook the village’s main attraction, the parade announcing the Prince-King’s first day as King. With a hybrid of Moroccan/Western Indian theme, the village subjects are able to make their first glance of their majestic young ruler.   

The Prince-King stands firm atop a grand elephant of white with drapes of gold and glisten.  He waves his royal wave, while his Princess-Bride “Leila” sits atop her white elephant by his side. She can be seen, proud, content, and hopeful of a promising future with mate.

Mid-verse/2nd verse: approaching a two-way bridge over a jagged ravine, the dark skinned Prince-King has been instructed to sit on the saddled neck. In odd defiance, the Prince-King stands at attention. He leaps off the white elephant heading for a collision course for the depths of the sea. Before he makes contact, the Princess-Bride shields her eyes, fingers begin to cover the lens of the camera and goes into blackness.

2nd verse/chorus: fingers recede from the lens and unveil a suburban home with idyllic white picket fencing during a holiday meal. A young mother “Leila” of 2 and a clearly visible 3rd on the way serves the main dish to her family.  The proud husband hears a disturbance in the foyer and takes the carving knife to investigate. To his surprise, an armed burglar kicks down the front door and the two are locked into combat. The knife met the intruder’s heart after the pistol’s discharge forcing exit wounds through the lungs and head. The wife and two kids cautiously enter the hall to see both men laying in red muck. She screams with conflict, covering her eyes as fingers begin to cover the lens.

Chorus: fingers recede as young business “Leila” parks her car in front of an apartment building with Happy Birthday balloons. She calls her boyfriend who is quivering, shirtless and alone with a blue luminance being casted from the TV. While on the phone, he puts a pistol into mouth while continuing the conversation. She bursts through the lobby level to see 2 elevators, one is closed with maintenance tape and the other has an impatient crowd gathering in the doorway. Desperate, she dashes up the stairs with her business pumps stomping the surface as she hears the gunshot from the phone. She barges through the door to find her boyfriend slumped over his desk and covers her eyes.

A flashback of both Princess Leila and pregnant Leila reoccurs as suit Leila covers her eyes with fingers begin to cover the lens.
Bridge- a surge of bright light bursts onscreen showing Leila in flight within a dense nebula with moving camera. 

She flies with weightless abandon, with the ever present sun glaring in the background. Multiple Leilas can be seen in close proximity, all appearing to be moving in a similar course, all in dramatic panic flying closer into the light.

Middle 8- Leila can be seen outside her diner as she exits the front entrance leaving her evening shift.  She looks slight beyond the nearby stop sign to see her boyfriend’s car begin to arrive. Standing reassured that her long hours will be recognized by her lover, she stands with patience. As he begins to accelerate, (la-la-la-la) a 16-wheeler careens through the driver’s side of the vehicle, leaving shrapnel and smolder in its wake. Her fury becomes visible as covers her eyes as fingers begin to cover the lens.

Mid Middle 8- Mid Bridge- Leila sits on the aisle seat of a packed airliner as she feels a violent bump into her arm from turbulence. Waking her from her slight-slumber, she looks up to see a handsome gentleman with dark skin looking down at her with mutual fascination. The plane begins to rock even violently as an electrical pipe bursts causing a chemical explosion in mid-flight (or as an alternative, two planes will collide in mid-air containing Leila and "friend").
(Para-para-paradise) A sudden flare shatters the passenger plane in two, debris and cargo begin to swirl in a chaotic whirlwind as the passengers make their descent.  Leila gains consciousness, visibly harmed with scrapes and bruises, but remains strapped to her chair and losing altitude. She can see the handsome stranger yards away, in free-fall as (guitar rift- oh oh oh oh) the other half of the plane detonates in his vicinity displaying tremendous force and spectacle.  To protect her from the blast and shards of metal, Leila covers her eyes as fingers begin to cover the lens.

Mid Bridge/Instrumental- a surge of bright light bursts showing Leila in flight, in sub-space within a dense nebula. Traveling from one light-source to another  with moving camera. She flies with weightless abandon, with the present sun glaring in the background. Multiple Leilas can be seen in close proximity, all appearing to be moving in a similar course, all in dramatic panic flying closer into the light.

Instrumental- Leila awakens from bed, covered in night-sweat & tears.  She uncovers to reveal a jacket or shirt being clutched with human desperation. The night is not enough for Leila to wane into slumber, the death of a lover keeps her awake and wanting.  She cries again, usually resorting to exhaustion through sorrow.
Outro- a side scrolling pan from Leila’s bed to her bedroom mantle will reveal a framed news clipping showing her boyfriend’s photo and final memorial service information.

Monday, November 14, 2011

The Human Algorithm

"The Human Algorithm"- an excerpt from "Prophets Book 1: The Hammer-Strike"

After gathering decades of statistical information, the government funded Holy Destiny Institute was able to construct a compilation of current human evolution.  A chart that soon became public knowledge under the codeword “The Human Algorithm”. This level of classification analyzes the involvement of genomic advances that is a sub-section beyond the homo sapien benchmark.

Throughout human history, distinctive and adaptive attributes have been engrained within our evolving DNA.  Attributes that often yield enhanced mental or physical advantages, thus reinforcing the resiliency of our species. Offering a select few inter-species characteristics or mentally manipulate Earth’s atmospheric conditions.

Heredity, geographic and notoriously artificial conditions are definitive variables allowing our species to manifest this wide array of special attributes. 

Mono Human, Mezzo Mono, Digonic Human, Mezzo Digonic, Trigonic Human, Mezzo Trigonic, Polymorphic Human.

-Humans with "Mezzo" classification have faint traces of an additional attribute.  Usually detected as dormant/non-dominant traits.


-Normal/Baseline Traits.

-Longest life span.

-Best immunity system.


-Able to demonstrate a distinctive mental or physical attribute based from heredity.


-Rare combination of above normal mental and physical attributes.

-Polymorphic Humans are able to demonstrate a variable number of mental & physical attributes.

-Shortest life span.
-Weakest immunity system.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Herman Cain: The Organ Grinder Monkey

Oh, look at how a once mighty group has fallen into tyranny.

Look at him.
Can somebody go and get him a fez and a tight-fitting vest please?

Put him outside with a jar and he'll dance for your amusement while you empty your pockets for lost change.

The clapping, old, pale (still alive with the use of metal and screws) spectator in the background expresses his enthusiasm by rising to his feet.
Burning off the remaining calories he is liable to exhaust, in the midst of conspiring to commit generational corporate plunder.

They are standing at the mantle of the G.O.P.'s Americans for Prosperity.

The G.O.P., which boastfully stands for the Grand Old Party. A resourceful collective that appear to have lofty intentions to maintain an idyllic "American" frontier. Back when the mantra of "In God We Trust" was upheld with pride and traditionalism.

When (statistically) the white male had his weight in gold without worrying about any lip from outsiders... and women...

Americans For Prosperity, why don't they just stop talking in code and trying to be clever. They only want a certain sector of "Americans" to retain any notion of wealth and prosperity.  The concept of prosperity never included those of the lesser-class, no, no, they were meant to turn the cogs and dust the drapes.

The grandest gesture of supremacy has been achieved once they have successfully trained one of their kind to arrange their intention. No need to sully the hands of the “investor class”; for heaven’s sake, allow the domesticated mongrel to execute upon command. After all, they invested a large sum to train and “brainwash” him.

Means of the superstructure remain to stand both intact and holding strong throughout all of these years. Religious, governmental, and acceptable pseudo-sexual practices are infused within our current society, reinforcing the need by the ultra wealthy (those top 2% income land owners) to maintain their idea of social-balance.

Thereby continuing the fallacy of achieving the “American” Dream to the masses; who would birth and pass under marginal working “middle” class conditions. “Middle” equals “working” equals “lesser” class, which are all very much expendable and oppressed under the gaze of a prevailing ruling class.

No need to sit and watch the finest breed of horse to perform a timed sequence at an equestrian competition.

For the greatest reward, the greatest rush of adrenaline is attained once you see the animal, the beast that you have tamed and released back into the wild (see the “Judas Breed” in the movie “Mimic”).

(...honestly, I just Google Mapped "equestrian" in Atlanta and there were WAY too many locations I expected to see in our society's economic downturn. I thought "all" of us were having to trim our expenses and reduce our spending budgets. Hmmmm, guess equestrian facilities gotta earn an income as well, they too must have been impacted by our "recession" no less...)

This blog entry is also dedicated to a fallen friend, Ernest H., who viscerally took his own life last week.  Who knows the spiking levels of separation and oppression that ricocheted within his mental capacities, his thought processes? An educator, a spirited, gifted young man put an end towards his vast potential for possibilities.

By taking one’s life, one must have convinced themselves of zero pathways for opportunity, zero outlets for expressing inner turmoil. Those who are obviously not able to earn a decent living, take care of medical costs, or dealing with a natural disadvantage towards opportunity… well, let them die!


Ultimately can be attributable benefactors of the superstructure’s true intention: a network of separatist ideals that stand to preserve class superiority by any demonstrative means necessary.

(An detailed explanation form this perspective can be found in a previous entry:

Starve The Beast: The American Way & Superstructure of Class Destruction

Class superiority, which is the mythology that members of the G.O.P. and like Conservatives have generationally lusted for throughout humankind.  It’s actually the greatest and the most elaborate joke I have witnessed and just waiting to see when someone is going to peek their head from behind the curtain with a devilish grin…

After all, by funneling more Presidential potential to Herman Cain (whoa… just had a WAVE of nausea back there…ok, I’ll be fine…) would allow the corporate/government cohabitation to fester and replicate into uncharted terror-tories (territories).
Our liberties and “American” way of life will be stripped away one by one at dizzying speeds, much akin to the benefits, bonuses, and activities that are being stripped away at your long-standing places of employment.

Herman Cain and his cohorts are making their wet-dreams come into reality, by under-cutting the employees and workers in order to horde and disseminate later. This Uncle Tom “Bait & Switch” maneuver has and will be another example of separate but equal intricacies.
Quite possibility originating by allowing a “Centrist” politician with African roots to gain the coveted mantle of President. A means to gently massage the mechanics of social-polarization within the membrane of social consciousness.
Much like a virus, spreading its RNA genetic code onto its host, Americans For Prosperity will allow Herman Cain to spew its hateful and divisive business practices.

Dance Herman Cain; keep dancing until they run out of quarters to fill your tin cup. The novelty will ware off soon enough; you’ll have to learn a new routine to entertain the bored and the privileged.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Racism: Why Is It So Funny?

Listed below is an excerpt from Evil For All Time: Methods of Modern Mind Lock.
I invite you to a challenging conversation detailing critical points within modern Capitalism & Christianity:

Countless TV and movie concepts have been based on the following scenario: a group of Women (skin tone preferably of the fairest complexion) are in a room talking amongst themselves minding their business until the front door opens.   Entering the room is a Man, above average in height, dark brown skin, bald and smooth, broad shouldered, pronounced in nose, lips and cheek bones (*HOT-DAMN*).   A mixture of emotions would instantly begin to swell within those ladies based on a series of instinctive phenomena.   

A rare duality of both anxiety and ravenous intrigue exists for most individuals when presented with this situation.   Some Women don’t know whether to grasp their purse for dear life or grasp the guy’s trousers to pull them on the floor.   The darker the color usually ignites an instinctive reaction of momentary distress, off-putting for some. While watching the news, the description of a tall man, no doubt of African origins, is prone to envelop thoughts of hostility and aggression, “Africanized Bees” anyone? 

There is a widely accepted notion amongst all walks of life of finding that selective gentleman that is a gratifying combination of tall, dark and handsome.   Of course, there are levels of subjectivity that have been broadly accepted as well when considering a candidate for a potential mate.   Tall, but not like an ogre.    Dark, but you would like to spot him out during the night.   
Being “handsome” would factor in too many variables in which a finicky judge of character could overload even the most elaborate computer system.   One would consider the undeniable fascination, however subtle it may be, from those of African descent.   Matched with wayward fear and self-imposed intimidation that seems to keep this range of emotion purported from those of a different lineage.  

With the chronicles of artifact and documentation, the origin of human’s most recent classification has been plotted within the African continent.   Man, with all of his variations of from and shape, appear to derive from what has been labeled as “The Mother Land”, thus creating a ripple effect of our metaphysical series of changes throughout time.   Truer to our simian brothers on the genetic family tree, Africans maintain a higher esteem among outward appearance, personal territory and affinity with the Earth.  

European descent reflects the fairest of skintone, tracing their ancestry furthest away from the Equator, and a significant/generational disconnection with Gaia.   Prone to sunburn, displaying lack of tribal rhythm, however, translates into other forms of resourcefulness.    This involves Man’s gradual need for adaptation, creating analytical tactics to acquire advantages for  themselves and outside cultures.   Frequently connected to a fascination with retaining statistical and clerical data, lust for adventure and exploration with a propensity towards conquering and social entitlement.   This inherently constant desire towards some form of prosperity could result in a collective backlash of extremism.

Remnants of these occurrences reported as follows within my previous entry, "Candles and Billy-Clubs: The Execution of Troy Davis"


These can be rooted back towards the famous feudalism time periods during Medieval times.   Where wealth was generated based on land ownership and maintaining absolute dominion over their land and resources.   Man would plot and scheme, sometimes pitting brother against brother, always in a struggle to gain a higher rank within the “feudal pyramid”.   Outlets for these self-imposed desires can be found in a variety of activities, i.e.   “extreme sports”, heavy metal music, and camaraderie within tactical economic loopholes.

These hereditary traits are heavily ingrained in our culture’s DNA that is shared among other nationalities, but is starkly unique to our own heritage.   Human migration led to developmental changes that were organically needed for survival and environmental adaptation.   This also led to the cultural diversity that is the fabric of human advancement, ultimately originating from African Genealogy.  

These may be represented by some to use lewd prejudgments against one another that have shown to quake the stability of possible friendship between cultures.   We, as humankind, all exist with no-one race being biologically superior or advanced over another.   Race superiority was criticized by geneticist A. W. F. Edwards in the paper "Human Genetic Diversity: Lewontin's Fallacy" (2003).   According to Edwards, claims that "race is biologically meaningless", many objections toward this claim are usually politically motivated, and that it is possible to construct racial division based on genetic differences.   

Human’s evolutionary chain has not wavered enough within the past 2,000 years to recognize any advantages between races.   The adaptive human nature generated the necessary changes needed for survival purposes within each of our varying regions throughout this planet.   Multiple factors and environmentally elements must be presented to better understand our common ancestry and fuse our cultural bonds for the betterment of humankind. 

The time period where scores of African, along with other indigenous based cultures, were exploited (that’s the mildest word that could have ever been used) still has a reverberating affect on the world and for most.   I mean, seriously, did they really have to blast off the nose of the Sphinx because of its shape?  Was it difficult to grasp the concept of complex architecture was executed with uncanny detail without European influence?  Technically, Africans were the first to walk the Earth, why is it that we remain the enfeebled ones today?

This typecasting has been a general outlook on how to perceive other individuals outside of their race.  Over time, acquiring a certain level of class is both acceptable and obtained by mere race alone.  Afterall; an American movie about a Brazilian landscaper magically swapping bodies with the Caucasian property owner has got to be a comedy. Why, it’s just so out of place!

Throughout the ages, race relations have been represented very much of the conceptual double-edged sword.   Class warfare has remained to be mankind’s bloodiest battle; paranoid and pale noblemen declaring ownership claiming land, with total human disregard.  Constructing a value system that accrues collateral based on land ownership, then trading said volume of collateral for accruing education, healthcare, and bank loans (Ha, ha! Look who can borrow money against the property my father gave to me… And you can’t! Ha, ha! Now what’s your problem? Git back to work! Git off my prop’erty!)

The task of ensuring the Africans’ allegiance and servitude by religious influences and economic restrictions has been the fuel to power a very Fascist, very esoteric entitled ideal.  What a task, the great Paradox of Life… Placing the African Man at the top of the sexual pyramid, that is, after he tends to the fields and sully their hands constructing monuments and mansions.   

Despite Africa’s plague of heavy colonization centuries ago, modern members of African descent still pair their allegiance to modern religious theories that was forced onto them through whips and scorn.  The African culture, in its humble beginnings, subscribed to holistic theory and ritual based degrees of faith.   The only sense of “Divine Power” found within their universe of beliefs would be deities found here on Earth and between the powers of Man, him/herself, neither Christ nor Muhammad.


American Slavery employed multiple horrendous campaigns that stripped Africans of their independence, dignity, and their long standing sources of inspiration.   These were all replaced by the need to enforce the Christian doctrine onto, during that time, an enfeebled culture surviving by eating the scruff and waste from the “masters” dining table.    

Africans were sold and housed like cattle, enforcing a bottom-feeder mentality for those being subjected to such deplorable living conditions. 

This level of acceptance was originally mandated by their “masters’” hand and was a wicked brainwashing tactic that still has its mystical grip on so many intellectuals to this very day.   What’s worse is that the bottom-feeder style of oppression that saturated the mentality of our many ancestors has regrettably remained intact within a large sector of our society to this very day as well.   

Many so reliant on holy promises of what has been have been handed down as an absolute truth, without question, from parent to child.   A system of beliefs that reinforce a legacy of false hope; this was not a part of our original blueprint and does not reinforce the progress of Man.   Indeed, this collective may prove counter-productive as countless souls have been slaughtered in distributing Christian values and “morals” with one of many Holy Wars that have stained our history books with our own human blood.  

Something that has been a gruesome and troubling fact for some but for some, it is an accepted segment of our human history.   Troubling enough that judging by our current surroundings, we as a progressively advanced society, will soon come forth and doomed to repeat elements from our past in the very near future.  

Placing a level of distinction that separates members from a lower class has been factored in for centuries to keep the rules of entitlement intact.    

The slim and rare opportunity of someone among the lower class to ascend a level of status is usually fairy tale based, wishing upon a star that some magical godmother can make your wish come true.   

Its set in place to perpetually keep the lower class in a diligent state of mind, with the hopes to one day be recognized and pulled from the litter in order to “move up in the world”.

But the people within the upper ranks are well aware of this inside-joke and know this is but a lottery of a chance.   It is the backs of the lower class that upper class must use and manipulate to stand upon in order to maintain the privileged lifestyle.  Educating and empowering individuals, of a homogeneous group, the skill of conducting various means of business to stretch concepts of fraud and ethics.  Condoning such practices that are intentionally devised to stretch the limits of federal regulation and remain legally “compliant”.  

The overall and prevailing theme for bankers and other corporately entrenched thugs is to “preserve the institution”, through both financial & reputable actions. An even better analogy was presented by an established banker who stated that “Capitalism is all about building the better mousetrap”.  Purposefully ensnaring as many victims with predatory lending, locking potential clients into a roller-coaster of costly terms and conditions.

After all, someone has to collect the city garbage, chauffeur Timothy to Lacrosse class, and enlist in the army to preserve the nation’s riches and resources.   The great divide remains strong and true, the seductive art of eugenics throughout modern progression have made it evidently clear that an imposed superiority between the many races that make up human composition.  

It could be considered their greatest achievement, their greatest prize; the domestication of other “breeds” to ensure they will do all of the heavy lifting.  Well, maybe their second greatest prize…  Look up The Indonesian Massacre of 1965.   Nixon describing Indonesia as "the greatest prize in the Southeast Asian area." This was soon followed by US imperialism in order to dominate and drain its natural wealth.     

“If we must fight for our human rights; remember, they are only broken bones.
Wounds will heal but deception is forever.”
-E.M. Kadarr

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Black Talk Radio Interview About T.D.A.T.A.

I was able to have a 25-minute discussion outlining the importance of citizen demand of taxpayer dollar that financed this event that has rocked modern society.

The world will never forget this publicly funded execution; a performance of disruptive breach that has unraveled the belief of democracy and justice. 

Millions of dollars have been excessively squandered in order to coordinate these treasonous actions, of which indicated the use of totalitarian aggression.

Follow the link below to stream the conversation via Black Talk Radio Network.

Thanks again and look forward to speaking with you again Scotty.

Best wishes,


Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Activate Project T.D.A.T.A.

Currently developing a proposal to send to GA State offices concerning the details of last week's fiasco @ Jackson, GA.
Sooooo pissted off about it still.
Pissted to the point where I have developed Project T.D.A.T.A. :
Troy Davis Accountability & Transparency Act

Prototype logo & letterhead provided below.
Check it out, additional details regarding media packets coming soon.

To whom it may concern,

On September 21, 2011, citizens from across the globe arrived on location of the Georgia Diagnostic Prison. The message of the people was abundantly clear; stop the execution of prisoner Troy Davis.  This glaring declaration to oppose the death penalty was based on multiple objections that have been addressed.
Ranging from the monumental amount of reasonable doubt, the lack of DNA/physical evidence, the sacrilegious aspect of the State of Georgia committing premeditated murder, as well as the millions of dollars required to finance execution via lethal injection.
                  The State of Georgia conducted many tactics to monitor the several hundred that arrived who collectively expressed their betrayal of justice bestowed upon Troy.  At that point in time, we felt that if Troy falls, we all fall with him. In terms of humanity disregarded, in terms of class warfare; this is a gross representation of oppressed versus ruling class diplomacy.
An ever-present helicopter equipped with search-light, scores of S.W.A.T. and armed Patrolmen, as well as the creation of numerous blockades engineered for citizens to vocalize their humanistic protest.  All willfully exercising their constitutional right to peacefully create an assembly.  During the late evening hours, protesters began to collectively leave the prison perimeter by the bus load. Coincidentally, reoccurring waves of Georgia State Patrolmen began to arrive throughout the evening, often making quite the spectacle of themselves by flooding and occupying the perimeter with sirens and strobes.

In a state that is strapped for cash and enforcing numerous governmental cut-backs, conducting this internationally reviled “legal lynching” in the midst of active protest is a glaring example of how our democratic system is null and void. The entire world was able to witness the dramatics that unfolded on American soil and will forever be attached to the State of Georgia’s legacy, akin to a pulsing growth of embarrassment; a shameful blemish of cultural reason and morality.

As an eyewitness September 21, 2011, I was not alone in collectively demanding governmental transparency. We have activated T.D.A.T.A.: The Troy Davis Accountability & Transparency Act.

We want to know how much tax payer dollars we used and exploited to conduct the execution, financing the security detail, and the rate of overtime pay that was issued to the prison staff. This event was prolonged for 8+ man-hours of operation, crossing well beyond the midnight hour. We want the citizens of the world to understand the cost and resources involved to orchestrate a homicidal act and to follow the network on how it was funded.
In the words of Martin Luther King Jr.; “Freedom and transparency will never be volunteered by the oppressors, it must be demanded by the oppressed.”

We demand it!

The Budget for Troy Davis Execution on September 21, 2011:

-The Helicopter: owned by the media or by the state of Georgia? As well as hourly rates of operating helicopter (cost of fuel and helicopter pilot rate of pay).
-The total number Georgia State Patrolmen reported for duty @ Jackson, GA Georgia Diagnostic Prison.
-The total number of counties Georgia State Patrolmen was dispatched.
-The total number of S.W.A.T. members reported for duty @ Jackson, GA Georgia Diagnostic Prison.
-The total number of counties S.W.A.T. was dispatched.
-The total number of Riot Police reported for duty @ Jackson, GA Georgia Diagnostic Prison.
-The overtime rates that were paid to Georgia State Patrolmen, S.W.A.T. members, and Riot Police that reported for duty @ Jackson, GA Georgia Diagnostic Prison.
-The total number of Georgia State Patrol squad cars that were used while on duty @ Jackson, GA Georgia Diagnostic Prison.
-The total number of Georgia Diagnostic Prison personnel on duty to facilitate Troy Davis’ execution.
-The overtime rates that were paid to Georgia Diagnostic Prison personnel on duty to facilitate Troy Davis’ execution.
-The name and business address of Physician(s) that preformed the execution.
-The rate of payment given to the Physician(s) that preformed the execution.
-The name of the chemicals used during lethal injection.
-The costs of the chemicals used during lethal injection.
-The name/model number of “flood light” used on the outer perimeter of Georgia Diagnostic Prison.

This budget outline will be collected and forwarded to various media outlets in order for taxpayers to monitor how tax dollars are spent.  Regular correspondence will be maintained until the terms of budget transparency have been met. Contact info has been provided below.

Thank you for your time,
The Evil For All Time Committee
In association with The Campaign to End the Death Penalty

Friday, September 23, 2011

Candle Sticks and Billy-Clubs: The Execution of Troy Davis

September 20, 2011.

The Board's decision was announced Tuesday morning that clemency was denied and the execution will be carried out as planned. There was a wave of betrayal felt onto those who were fortified with confidence and optimism towards a positive outcome for Troy. Obviously, such virtuous traits were unrecognizable within the legal system as towering levels of ambiguity continues to loom over this case. 

With one day before the execution, our groups, yet again, reassembled to stage rallies to project our collective betrayal of our legal system. Given the statistics of this barbaric form of punishment, there was a reoccurring theme of unity knowing the result of this day will be the last to stand in total opposition. 

At that point in time, we felt that if Troy falls, we all fall with him.

Rev. Marvin Morgan, 63, showed up, alone, outside the board offices in downtown Atlanta and chained himself to the flagpole as a visual for the world to witness.  "If the state of Georgia can intentionally kill a person in a case surrounded with this much doubt, then we're all subject to the same fate," he said. 

Noted, this is not the 1st protest Rev. Morgan has demonstrated. On Sept. 22, 2008, Morgan and Davis' friend, Steve Woodall, hand-delivered to the office of then Georgia Gov. Sonny Perdue a letter requesting that Davis' execution be prevented. Morgan wrote, "I, Marvin L. Morgan, do hereby request that you (the State of Georgia) take my life instead of that of Troy Davis, and allow Troy to be set free. I am available immediately to be taken into custody so that this request may be carried forward."
Morgan said they were told Perdue was unavailable to meet with them. "We waited until 5 o'clock and he still wasn't there. We refused to leave and were arrested for trespassing," Morgan said. 

Tuesday evening, we took the streets of Downtown Atlanta occupying multiple points throughout the city. 

The State Capital was the backdrop for many public speakers to address the crowd with vigilant prayers and grim reminders of both the MacPhail & Davis’ families have been affected by this case. Our group continued to reclaim Peachtree St. without question and without aid, for the streets will always belong to us. 


September 21, 2011.

Wednesday has been marked with death on the agenda; supporters began to flood the sleepy town of Jackson, GA (about an hour’s drive south of Atlanta) the location of the Georgia Diagnostic Prison.

Protests were staged in multiple locations; the lawn of inner perimeter of the prison was filled to capacity as the remainder of Davis supporters remained on the outer gates. There was a local church nearby as well that was the base of operations & parking for the buses and vans that arrived from all over the country.

The separation between the two perimeters was divided with a never-ending stream of Georgia State Patrolmen, Riot Guards, media crews by the dozen, and the always present helicopter hovering overhead.

There was an additional and surprisingly reclusive gathering of Pro-death penalty supporters on the premises that was in stark contrast to ours. 


The Georgia State Patrolmen persistently monitored the boundaries placed for Troy Davis Anti-Death Supporters. Our weapon of choice: the crowd continued to chant and drum in vocal protest against the durability of their body armor and face-shields. Groups of Patrolmen, usually with ratios 4-to-1, would tactfully restrain supporters who either stand too close to the artificial boundary or decide to cross it.

The crowds began to multiply on both sides of the highway leading up to 7’o clock. From that moment on, tension was also increasing, group prayer were plentiful as were the increasing level of dramatics unfolding before us. 

Supporters were constantly receiving Tweets, FaceBook messages, and media updates from the outside world.

A spark of jubilation was set amongst the crowd; supporters cried and cheered receiving word that Troy’s execution has been temporarily halted by the Supreme Court.
This was the game-changer we were looking for; personally, there was constant skepticism that did not provide solace for me. Of which, personal distrust at the system at large will become reaffirmed later that evening.

Between 7:30 and 10:30 PM, Davis supporters comprised of toddlers, teenagers, young parents and mature adults began to leave the scene by the bus-load. During that time, our massive crowd began to grow uncomfortably slimmer in number as the dark of night continued to black-out the paved highway. 

Our crowd began to brighten the night with candles set aflame; the Georgia State Patrolmen deployed a series of massive flood lights indicative of overtime during Friday night football.

Within the time period between 11:00 and 11:08, we were made aware via cell phone that Troy has been strapped in, allowing the chemicals to enter his body pronouncing him dead shortly after.

The crowd, struck with grief and discontent, formed the last prayer circle of dedication that was heard amongst tears and heartbreak.

The dramatics, yet again proved to become much more apparent after the 11 o’clock hour, as I made a full panoramic to see colossal border of Government opposition, standing without flaw and with “Hefty” bags filled to the brim of plastic riot-cuffs. 

A visual I will never forget; the reflective shine from the armed soldiers standing in unity a mere 40-yards in front of me with hostile intent. This was crude entertainment; this ultimate display of "Us vs. Them", "The State vs. The People". It was the fourth quarter between rivals with an eager, blood-crazed audience.

We refused. We refused to engage in barbaric confrontation, fighting like fiends would compromise our humanistic need to neutralize violence and suffering. The costs of preparing and arming these Georgia State Patrolmen would be an embarrassing amount. 

At this stage, it was a gesture ill-received and all for not. Financing an execution ranges from 2 – 3 million dollars each time. The Davis execution was going to be the freakin' Super Bowl of executions funded by a blank check at the taxpayers’ expense, precisely. 

In an economic climate were budgets are slashed and austerity efforts are common, the citizens have displayed their disgust with capital punishment, both in philosophy and in consideration of rampant reasonable doubt.

After midnight, all parties within the inner perimeter exited the Georgia Diagnostic Center, and the State Patrolmen began to carry out their last phase in this operation:  clearing out the citizens of the outer perimeter B.A.M. (By Any Means).

Like clockwork, the helicopter repositioned itself directly above our contingency and beamed the spotlight directly in our line of vision. At this point, we were comparable to escape convicts breaking out of the penitentiary. A percentage of Patrolmen crossed the highway and converged onto our side of the street. Due to the helicopter rotors spinning overhead, Patrolmen had to yell with an assertive tone:

“You have to leave now! You can either go back to the church or leave and go home! You can’t stay here!”

I so desperately wanted to grab my camera-phone to record these events, but I was miraculously apprehensive by not reaching in my pocket exciting a small army of well-armed Patrolmen (there were others nearby who were able to record this, if your out there, holler @ me please).   

To our surprise, we noticed a gentleman who was well-dressed in church wear, and approached the supporters alongside of the Patrolmen. Wow, what crazy timing, he made a subsequent announcement amongst ‘copter hover:

“You guys, please leave this area, if you stay here, they will arrest you. We just want to leave peacefully, we are going to meet with the Davis family at the church. Please go to the church.”

Again, a great number of us were stunned to see such a sudden/collective charge onto our side of the highway. Some of our comrades refused to leave as there was no harm in holding our designated ground, one of our femme fatales sat firmly on the ground with legs crossed. She was whisked away by four line-backer sized armed men as they marched into the darkness due to most likely “creating a disturbance”.

We reluctantly retreated; I made sure to stand firm for minutes at a time, just long enough so that I can look into the eyes of these government funded employees. To see exactly what type of character will dedicate themselves to uphold such counterproductive means; this lot of treachery creating unrest amongst its citizens. 


I looked at them, not even 2-meters in front me, every one of them attached with body armor and loaded weapons, stone in resolve, shifty in the eyes. Many with billy-clubs in one hand, plastic riot cuffs in another, all fueled with Red-Bull and artificial alpha male entitlement.  

I leave Jackson, Georgia with a question that has and will resonate with those of us who are under-classed dwelling within obvious racial biases:

The ultimate conclusion; executing Troy Davis was probably going to happen regardless of public outcry. 

Dramatics that have been staged for a great deal of time, dramatics that seem to be another reoccurring theme from governmental systems.  Akin to cinematic genius, great epidemics based on sociological events tend to have oddly placed crescendos of media pleasing theatrics.

What an effort! To funnel hundreds, maybe close to a thousand people in hick-town middle Georgia to stage the ultimate showdown between good and evil.  Does anyone watch basketball? Ok, let’s throw in a 7’o clock “buzzer-beater” and the crowd goes wild!
Putting “the game” into overtime, we’ll exhaust their star players and call in the cavalry. Only this time, the pain of losing in this event is severe and is afflicted on all parties. 

Dramatics, which affect the desperate, the undesirable are performances converging into multiple forms of entertainment.   
Check out the events that took place during Dallas’ & Atlanta’s response for providing housing assistance during heavy unemployment:

Dramatics, which affect the poor, the hopelessly fascist during America’s most horrific terroristic attack, now dripping with speculation and conspiracy. A grand design that ultimately created a jump-start in American patriotism and enrollment towards an elaborate game of corporate “Stragego”.

Two lives have been removed from this planet. A tragic timeline that has created lines that divide but would ultimately provide the way to acknowledge the social weight of violence as a whole. Death cannot be corrected, and both young men have transcended in form, they have transcended into legacy.

R.I.P. Officer Mark Allen MacPhail Sr.
R.I.P. Troy Anthony Davis