The silence is deafening and speaks with a voice of it’s own when after going on the five years this blog has been in existence it is a rare thing for an AIM defender or Peltierite to attempt to rebut what is presented.
There are of course the odd persistent spammer that never answers a direct question, possibly even issues a challenge they can’t back up, or falls back on the old go to of calling me a fed or sellout.
Or those who want to talk about what something felt like as opposed to reality, or one need only look into Dennis Banks eyes to know what a stand up guy he really is.
If that’s all it takes how about a little phrenology, check the bumps on Banks head? Maybe channel Geronimo, shuffle a deck of Tarot cards, or break out the crystal ball and lay all the questions to rest.
To be expected though as silence is inherently easier that the alternative – not that I mind the silence, as that very silence does as I say speak with a voice of it’s own – sort of the internet version of taking the Fifth – an example provided by the AIM leadership over the course of decades.
I assume the underlings think if it’s good enough for the leadership it’s good enough for them, perhaps believe discretion is the better part of valor, or been instructed to maintain the silence.
What I’ve found amusing over the years are the attempts to make a deal….ask a question and a reply is made if you’ll do this or that then an answer will be forthcoming, like I’m Monte Hall and this is Let’s Make a Deal.
Kind of reminds of the one legged man in an ass kicking contest, all talk and only one leg to stand on.
More ILPDC “calls to action”… the sky is falling, send those cards and letter, while you’re at don’t forget to send a few bucks as well.
The sky fell on Peltier and AIM decades ago, the sheer gravitational force exerted by their actions and character insured that it would, a matter of physics, karma, cause and effect if you prefer, creating an inevitability in the midst of voices calling out from the grave, of restless spirits haunting dreams and something seen but not quite seen out of the corner of a murderer’s eye.
Death and destruction, lies, murder, rape, arson, theft, and a corrupting hand laid to everything they touch. Titles materializing out of thin air… warriors, leaders, chiefs, liberators and facilitators.
No claim too outrageous to make, no title too undeserved to bestow. No lie to big or small to tell.
The truth isn’t a product to be bartered or sold, it can be dismissed, avoided, castigated, or lied about, but it remains what it is – the truth.
All this, and a silence that roars like thunder.