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A Prophet of the Old Right on MLK Day: ‘Free at Last’ in the American Warfare-Welfare-Surveillance-and Perversion State


Mark Dankof’s presentation at the American Free Press conference in Austin, Texas on Nov 9th, 2013 wasn’t entitled, “Free at Last.”

And unto the angel of the church in Smyrna write; These things saith the first and the last, which was dead, and is alive;

I know thy works, and tribulation, and poverty, (but thou art rich) and I know the blasphemy of them which say they are Jews, and are not, but are the synagogue of Satan.

Fear none of those things which thou shalt suffer: behold, the devil shall cast some of you into prison, that ye may be tried; and ye shall have tribulation ten days: be thou faithful unto death, and I will give thee a crown of life.

—Jesus Christ to the Church of Smyrna in Revelation 2:8-10

And he causeth all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and bond, to receive a mark in their right hand, or in their foreheads:

And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name.

Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is Six hundred threescore and six.

—Revelation 13: 16-18

And as he sat upon the Mount of Olives, the disciples came unto him privately, saying, Tell us, when shall these things be? and what shall be the sign of thy coming, and of the end of the world?

And Jesus answered and said unto them, Take heed that no man deceive you.

For many shall come in my name, saying, I am Christ; and shall deceive many.

—Jesus Christ in Matthew 24:3-5

     There was an ice storm accompanied by howling winds in San Antonio late tonight on this January 15th, 2018 that will continue into the wee hours of the pre-dawn morning.  I wasn’t sleeping but thinking, as I stared out the bedroom window at the dreary darkness enshrouding the Alamo City, known in many circles as Military Town USA because of the overwhelming presence of the United States military and intelligence establishments here, including the NSA’s Global Internet Surveillance Headquarters.

NSA San Antonio

NSA Global Internet Surveillance Headquarters in San Antonio

     In my Night Thoughts, my mind was spinning with a kaleidoscope of Articles and Broadcasts Past, as Charles Dickens would put it.  There were bits and pieces of the last 16 years, ranging from thoughts of Pearl Harbor and FDR, to the Kennedy Assassination9-11, Marquis McCants, the American Sniper , and the interview on the Closing of the Zionist Mind  I granted to Jonas E. Alexis almost two years ago.  Painfully, I remember colleagues and friends who have departed this life while fighting the good fight with and for me, especially Pastor Dale Crowley, who was truly faithful to Christ unto Death.  Much farther back, there were two mentors I never knew, who collaborated on the creation of Human Events years before the latter’s corporate takeover by Regnery/Phillips and then Salem Communications, with the usual subsequent implications for Corporatist, Neo-Conservative and Zionist hijacking of a once great newspaper.  You’d never know it now, but Human Events was originally dedicated to what the American Right was when it was high on principal, ideas, civility, and free domestic and international discourse and exchange.  Frank Chodorov and Felix Morley are virtual unknowns to the denizens of Fox News and a statist Republican Party.  What a shame.  How revealing. True Prophets tend to be forgotten, ignored, rejected, and reviled fellows.  Just ask Jeremiah, or Christ Himself. I’m proud I haven’t forgotten any of them, or their legacy. I can still read by the grace of God.


Hess to Dankof in an Inside the Beltway Pub:  “Kid, it’s all a crock of shit in the end.”

       And then there’s my old friend, the legendary Karl Hess.  The last time I saw him was in a pub in Washington, D. C. where we agreed to meet once last time for an assessment of life’s journeys and some of the stories only Hess could tell.  Who else can one name who at various stages of The Quest worked with Barry Goldwater, Young Americans for Freedom (YAF), Tricky Dick and Jerry Ford, and the American Enterprise Institute (AEI), before moving on in time to the Black Panthers and Students for a Democratic Society (SDS)?

     I told him that I loved Dear, America (1975). Our only major parting of the ways, among good friends who had frank exchanges, is that his related experiences moved him to a position of resolute atheism.  Mine over many years moved me closer to Jesus Christ.  I hope the Lord had a good talking with Karl before he was called home.  As for the rest of the book and the Hess conclusions, I can’t argue with most of the rest of it.

     When I think of him now, years after his passing, I’m reminded of my favorite Tom T. Hall ballad, “Old Dogs and Children and Watermelon Wine.”  He told me on that last memorable encounter that he had discovered in the end that “It was all a crock of shit.  And most of the people in this business are swimming in it.”

     In my Night Thoughts, I imagine Hess and me in a San Antonio bar earlier this evening with some German beer after following and observing the MLK Marchers here.  I suspect I know what he would have said.  “Kid, I was on a search my entire life, like most of these folks.  But I don’t think any of them could find their Butts with Both Hands. You and I know what will lead them down the sinkhole since you’ve read Chodorov.  I can still recite him from memory.  ‘The State is the great predatory enemy of the human race; The State is, in its very being, the organization and regularization of predation, exploitation, and robbery.  The State is a profoundly anti-social institution, the canker in the heart of any attempt at peaceful cooperation by free individuals in society.’  Let’s have one more for the road and get the hell out of here, after we toast the end of The Empire and every useful idiot and sheep herder in it.

     Then my mind was deluged with a kaleidoscope of recent productions, ranging from two recent efforts by Dr. Philip Giraldi of the Council for the National Interest, entitled, “Expect Even Less Freedom of Internet in 2018” and “What’s Wrong with Liberal Jews?” to the latest from Father Stephen Sizer, the latest from Jonas E. Alexis on “False Flags, Covert Operations, and American Exceptionalism,” and even my own recent chat about the obvious with Tasnim News Agency on New US-Israeli Scheme to Destabilize Iran with Sanctions and Black Operations which is now reposted amazingly enough, by the Times of Islamabad. This last offering has been buried by American search engines like Google as near as I can discern, but the Russian Yandex search engine reminds the world that such a character as I continues to barely exist, armed only with a Word Processor and my Biblical, Theological, and Prayer Volumes in my darkened bedroom during another ice storm and bout with winter winds in South Texas. I am strangely reassured somehow, that both Google and Yandex agree on the merits of “The Church of Smyrna Speaks to the Confessing Church of Christ in this Darkening Hour.”


St. Polycarp of Smyrna, rejecting Emperor Worship and the Synagogue of Satan (Revelation 2:9) for Jesus Christ and Jesus Christ Only, Forever and Ever.

     Now back to my brief nocturnal observations on Martin Luther King Day in San Antonio on this January 15th which has now become the beginning of January 16th in the darkness and cold.  Like other major cities in the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave, the theme of Free at Last, I’m Free at Last was the recited mantra of the collective, both in the Alamo City and around the country, along with an enthusiastic and sycophantic Corporate Media.


Free at Last? Or so The True Believers think in San Antonio on January 15th, 2018 during the MLK March.

     As an admitted Dinosaur and aging Prophet of the Old Right well into the 21st century, I really wonder how many of these largely well-meaning folks really believe this sort of thing.  Are they, or most of the rest of us Free at Last?  Or are we all in individual and collective bondage to the demonic American Warfare-Welfare-Surveillance-Perversion State?


Is America “Free at Last” as it raises a New Flag as United We Stand?

     Clearly, my own ideas are a part of the public record over time.  I reflect tonight on such dated but relevant Night Thoughts of the past like “Obama and the Jews:  Social Engineering in the American Military and the Coming War with Iran,” what I said about the Ceremony of the 4 Chaplains on February 11th, 2001 here in San Antonio, and my conclusions reached in America the Beautiful, Why We’re Finished. I reflect on the things David Stockman just penned on the economic serfdom awaiting so many of the folks who think they’re Free at Last, or Charles Bausman’s reflections on why certain taboos need to be dropped and replaced with open conversation and examination of the present and the past, as well as the future.   Maybe some of the best of the MLK Marchers in San Antonio who are decent folks and able to converse with the ideas of others in a living room or a quiet table in an out-of-the-way restaurant or cafe might be interested in what Dr. Thomas DiLorenzo has told us about the mythology of The Empire on Saint Abraham Lincoln and the American War Between the States.  The encyclopedic works of Ray McGovern may well suggest to the MLK celebrants that they aren’t Free at Last in any sense of the repeatedly chanted mantra, but are in fact the coming cannon fodder of The Empire in expanding American military operations for the America’s Ashkenazic Reich in Central Banking, the Israeli Lobby, the Frankfurt Institute’s Institute of Social Research, George Soros, and the armaments manufacturers. Sheldon L. Richman’s “The Old Right Was Right” for the Mises Institute deserves being added to a good reading list at night when average Americans of every skin tone and ideological stripe have the deepening and ominous sense that something is desperately wrong and worsening.  And I did write my aforementioned treatise on Marquis McCants as a special warning of a friend to dispossessed Americans of every color and creed with all of these Night Thoughts over the passing years in mind.  I guess they missed it at the time here in San Antonio, where the funeral and the burial of a fine young man needlessly sacrificed were held.  I hold it out again to the best of the folks here who participated in the MLK March as one who admits that I generally march to the tune of a different drummer and have for most of my life. I dance neither with the Central State and The Empire, or those who beat the drums for both in Hollywood and on MSM. I wish these participants could sit down with Frank Chodorov and Karl Hess, and the best we can still offer them still in the fight while there is but a brief moment in time.  But I suspect it is too late for the Masses.

     As for the Masses and the tragedy of assassinations, coup d’etats, and wars past and present, the folks joyously posing for the MLK Marches on television around the country being eagerly covered by a fawning MSM may want to ask the deeper question of why CNN, the New York Times, the Washington Post, Newsweek and other Corporate Puppets haven’t asked the questions or presented the disturbing data on the murder of their Messiah posted by Craig McKee in Truth and Shadows and re-posted by Lew Rockwell today.  Spending some time researching taboo topics listed at the National Security Archive at George Washington University and elsewhere may also produce a reassessment of the commitment of these Marchers to a leviathan government and its far reaching tentacles.

     And then there is Biblical eschatology. Brother Nathanael attempts to reissue his latest video warning to all who will hear and discern.  He and I have the same perspective on this subject and how the clock is ticking in these final days.  Warnings on deception, wolves, demonic forces, and the impending unveiling of Antichrist provide the wisdom of the Apostle John in his Apocalypse on Patmos to people both in Ancient Rome and throughout history who embrace Empire Worship, even if they don’t know it yet.  To the folks of the MLK March in San Antonio who truly believe they are Free at Last, I beg them to hear what I believe are the Lord’s voices calling from the desolate wilderness of an American national scene heading at breakneck speed for the Abyss. Being truly Free at Last comes only when Christ returns, Antichrist and his followers are consigned to the Lake of Fire, and the Lord’s people are with him in the New Jerusalem and the New Earth forever and ever.


We’re Free At Last!  We’re Defending Their Freedoms! We Have the Responsibility to Protect (R2P)! Thank You for Serving!

     The Clock is Ticking My Fellow American Masses, whatever Cardboard Saviors or mythological lies one happens to cling to as the freezing rain and the howling winds commence during an ugly nightfall in South Texas harshly announcing the end of Martin Luther King Day. in the Alamo City. As Karl Hess would tell you in a pub or in Dear, America, believing that you’re Free at Last is the sort of thing generally found on the floor of Mr. Trump’s horse stable.  It’s piled in copious amounts on top of We’re Defending Their FreedomsWe Have the Responsibility to Protect (R2P), and Thank You for Serving!


John on Patmos Pens The Apocalypse: Exiled Because of Resistance to the Emperor Worship Cultus of Domitian (A. D. 81-96).


The Last Pinko: Ted Kennedy Leaves the Scene for the Final Time

     Even Eleanor Clift had to acknowledge the hypocrisy of the left on the recent posthumous lionization of The Last Pinko, Ted Kennedy, in her essay in the current edition of Newsweek.  Mr. Kennedy’s combustible mixture of copious amounts of alcohol with a brand of serial womanizing not seen since his brothers departed this veil of tears, was consistently ignored by a Feminazi constituency enamored of his faithful commitment to the ongoing execution of millions of unborn children, and the legitimization of queerdom.  The Feminazi hypocrisy is matched only by that of the Roman Catholic church, which has also given Mr. Kennedy a free pass for all the obvious reasons.

     The late libertarian speechwriter, Karl Hess, once hoisted some German Weissbiers with me in the 1970s at a notoriously heterosexual watering hole in Washington.  At the time, Hess mirthfully quipped that he’d be glad to cruise the Nation’s Capitol with both The Last Pinko and Barney Frank, as long as “Kennedy picked the dates and Barney did the driving.” You get the picture.  Pat Buchanan similarly observed at the 1992 Republican National Convention in Houston, that when it came to Kennedy, you had to go with a guy who at age 60, was “still going to Florida for spring break.”

     But the ultimate legacy of Ted Kennedy must surely be the mesmerizing faith in the deification of Caesar and the Central State that he bequeathed to America, an America that memorialized him this past week, even as it forgot to place Old Glory at half-staff for an Old Republic that died too long ago to remember.  The echoes of the rifle reports for the imaginary funeral for the Old Republic at Arlington National Cemetery, no longer even resonate in one’s late-night dreams.  The Lee-Custis mansion above all 3 Kennedy brothers’ graves is now, thanks to Orwell, Lincoln, and all of the faithful who worship at the altar of Leviathan Government, now referred to as The Arlington House.  America’s gloried Constitutional past is now embodied in the permanent image of a riderless horse with reverse boots in the stirrups, even as the mournful sound of accompanying drumbeats wafts away over the Potomac.

     A look at The Last Pinko’s legislative legacy is best understood and interpreted in terms of the supremacy of the Central State. His aforementioned  commitment to the execution of even 9 month old infants half way through the birth canal of the mother, is matched by an absolute desire to keep violent felons alive at virtually any cost.  His crusade against 2nd amendment rights was designed to insure that firearms and deadly force remain only in the hands of said violent felons, including the ones representing Caesar at both Ruby Ridge and Waco.  Even as he rightly decried the loss of civil liberties at home and the over-expansion of American military presence abroad in Iraq, he voted to re-authorize the Patriot Act, to expand NATO’s membership to include former Eastern bloc countries, and to authorize NATO’s police actions in Kosovo in 1999.  He never met an IMF or foreign aid expenditure he didn’t like.  His love of expanding federal entitlement programs matched his enamorment of booze and broads.

     In the end, Ted Kennedy became the high priest of  the Leviathan Central State entering a Roman Empire-like stage 4 cancer metastasis.  His ultimate epitaph will be three-fold.  First, the trillion dollar federal deficits each year for the next decade, will engulf America and its once vaunted dollar in a sea of foreign borrowing and Federal Reserve funny money.  Second, as documented in a fine piece last week by my good friend, Frosty Wooldridge, entitled, “Teddy Kennedy’s Deadly Legacy for America,” Kennedy’s key role in the 1965 Immigration Reform Act, has sealed America’s ultimate fate in the drive of the once-greatest nation on earth to achieve Third World toilet status and a comprehensive linguistic and cultural Balkanization.

     And finally, Mr. Kennedy assiduously avoided any public pursuit of the real powers behind the assassination of the 35th President of the United States, as documented by Michael Collins Piper in Final Judgment.

     As Martin Luther King would say, “I Have a Dream.” As a matter of fact, I happened to have one last night, prior to finishing this op-ed.  Ted Kennedy was driving a car.  Mary Jo Kopechne was riding in the passenger seat.  Bob Dole, Orrin Hatch, and John McCain were in the back seat, representing the Loyal ‘Opposition’.   As you might imagine, the car veered off the famous Dike’s Bridge at Martha’s Vineyard.

     But there was a happy ending.  Ms. Kopechne emerged from the car and swam to safety.  The Last Pinko, Dole, Hatch, and McCain remained at water’s bottom. 

     Can the Old Republic still swim?

Written by Mark Dankof

September 2, 2009 at 2:46 pm